The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: The Monk

Lothar still had another worry in his heart. He asked, “Are there any spiders on the island?”

The little girl “Spider” thought for a while, “There are indeed a lot of monsters, maybe there are, and they are all spawned by the black mist.”

“So…” Lothar really didn’t want to meet that female spider, and it would be even more difficult to leave Shadow Island once she was entangled with her.

Fortunately, he has a pure white hunting bow. Lothar walked in the opposite direction to the direction of the female spider pointed by the pure white hunting bow.

The sun, the moon and the stars cannot be seen on the Shadow Island. It is really difficult to calculate the time, and I don’t know how Karthus calculates it. Lothar estimated that he probably walked for several days.

He has been walking towards a place where the black mist is relatively thin, and he can even gradually see the coast.

“Hey, there’s nothing ahead.” The little girl clamped Lothar’s neck with her thigh, “Let’s go play somewhere else.”

“Let’s talk at the end.” Lothar wanted to find a place where he could see the starry sky. Based on the stars, he could roughly calculate his position and how long it had been since he left Planck’s ship.

Lothar suddenly saw a person.

Not a spirit body, but a living person.

“Living people!” Lothar was as excited as if he saw an oasis in the desert. He hadn’t seen a living person for a long time.

Just when Lothar rushed up to say hello to that person, his brows frowned.

That man is very strange.

He was dressed in rags, with patched scars all over his body. Only a little bit of flesh was still attached to his right elbow. There was no eyeball in one eye socket, and the entire lower jaw was gone. His hanging tongue could be seen directly.

He staggered and walked slowly, even when he saw Lothar walking towards him, he didn’t react.

Lothar walked into this living corpse, and didn’t feel any breath of life from him. Although he was indeed moving, he was unsurprisingly a dead person.

“What is this?” Lothar asked.

“I don’t know.” The little girl flew to the top of the living corpse and slapped him on the head. “I see this kind of guy occasionally, but he can’t speak or respond. He’s so boring.”

Lothar carefully observed the living corpse and found that he was surrounded by a layer of faint mist, which was black mist: “Did the black mist make him move?”

Lothar thought about it, and decided to usea magic.

Lothar’s new necromancer magic.

Lothar opened the book of the dead, and began to chant according to the spell in the book: “The shroud is your wedding dress.”

Ochen language is very difficult. Although every undead will learn Ochen language when they die, it is limited to the simplest vocabulary, and powerful necromancy magic all needs lengthy Ochen language spells as a medium to mobilize the black mist to release .

The black mist can be said to be the element needed for necromancer magic.

Lothar’s throat issued a low rhythm. The complex Ochen language was like singing. It was extremely rhythmic, but it was also extremely difficult to pronounce. It required the coordination of the throat, tongue, nasal cavity, and chest cavity.

With the appearance of the spell, a wall of imaginary spirits appeared in front of the living corpse. When he passed through the wall, the wall held him like a soft barrier. No matter how he walked forward, he could only stop. in place.

The little girl looked at Lothar in surprise: “How did you learn Ouchen so quickly and pronounce it accurately [source; source’ group]: 9? 8; 0; 2?. 0′. 5,, 8″5. ;6 Ah, you succeeded in such a difficult spell once! ”

“Is this fast?” Lothar thought of every standard [resource; source group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8 “5.;6, he just read the mantra according to the book.

The little girl lay on Lothar’s shoulder, looked at the incantation on the Book of the Dead, and said like Lothar: “Wrapped like cloth, like thick drops…”

What the little girl said was completely wrong. Let alone magic, the wind didn’t even blow.

“It’s so difficult! Don’t learn anymore!” The little girl said angrily, and raised her legs and sat on the back of Lothar’s neck again.

“It seems that not all dead people can learn the difficult Ouchen language…” Lothar thought, thinking about it, it is true. After all, necromancy magic can be used only by knowing Ouchen language. It would be fine if all the undead could know it.

The living corpse was blocked by the imaginary wall for a long time, and finally he stopped moving forward recklessly. He started to walk backwards, as if he wanted to avoid the wall.

“Try to see what happens if you attack him.” Lothar turned to another page of the Book of the Dead, “The bones of the dead are also the bones of fools.”

Several bone spears drilled out from the ground, and they all pierced into the living corpse’s body, stabbing his already crippled body even more unbearably.

Turning the living corpse’s head, the head actually fell off his neck and rolled onto the ground with a grunt.

The head seemed to have given up on its own body, and he used his tongue to drag the head to crawl, heading for the way he came with difficulty and slowly.

“No response, so boring.” The little girl tugged at Lothar’s ear, “Shall we go and play with other people? I know a very big swamp crab, let’s go pull its legs and play.”

“Wait, I want to see where this guy came from.” Lothar thought the head was too slow to crawl with his tongue, so he used a necromantic spell on the head, “Dancing wildly in the grave.”

The black mist around the head suddenly thickened, and his movements and strength suddenly became much stronger. His tongue became strong and powerful, and he could actually use his tongue as a leg, jumping forward.

Lothar followed the head, walked for a while, and saw a mountain standing on the coast.

The head climbed up the mountain path.

“There is a way” Lothar looked at this mountain in surprise. The Shadow Island is full of desolate and dilapidated land. Lothar did not expect to see a man-made mountain road. Judging from the preservation of the steps, it seems that they have been repaired recently Pass.

“Is there really a living person?” The little girl also became interested, “Let’s talk first! If there is a living person, I will play with him first! You are not allowed [source; group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? .0′.5,,8’5. ; 6 preemptive! ”

Lothar followed the head all the way up the mountain. The black mist lightened slightly, and everything on the top of the mountain became clear.

It’s a temple.

Although many places are still damaged, compared to the ruins in other parts of Shadow Island, it is much better. At least there is a roof that can shelter from wind and rain, and the thick stone pillars are mostly intact, and there are no piles of rubble in front of the door. Dust, on the contrary, I am very grateful, as if someone is often cleaning it.

The head rushed into the temple, and Lothar followed.

There are still some stone statues in the temple, but they are quite dilapidated, and it is impossible to tell what the sculptures are.

Lothar suddenly smelled a very good smell.

It’s not the breath of black mist, but a breath rich in life force.

The little girl covered her nose: “It stinks! It smells worse than your body! How come there are so many breaths of life! Could it be that there are hundreds of living people here!”

Lothar didn’t think there were really hundreds of living people here, and the dilapidated temple couldn’t hold so many people.

Lothar followed the head and continued walking along the corridor.

“Roar!”

“Karma!”

“Hiss!”

More than a dozen living corpses stood in front of Lothar. They looked different from the one Lothar saw at the beginning. There were men, women, old and young, but what they had in common was that their bodies were broken, and one even had a whole body. His lower body was gone, and he crawled on the ground purely with his hands.

They only put their heads in the past, and stopped Lothar, each roaring with unknown meaning, and slowly seemed to want to attack him.

“This is too slow…” Lothar didn’t need magic to avoid the attacks of these living corpses, but he noticed that their bodies were covered with a faint black mist.

“Only death can separate us.” Lothar sang a spell, and all the living corpses were imprisoned in place, unable to move.

“This necromancer magic is pretty easy to use.” Lothar thought sincerely, “It’s a pity that it can only be used on the Shadow Island. Without the black mist, the light can’t be used by singing.”come out. ”

Lothar continued to walk in, and at the end was a place similar to a hospital. Lothar saw many hospital beds, stretchers, blood-stained bandages, and many bottles and jars containing various herbs and organs.

A burly figure was standing in the medical hall.

Lothar stared at the back. This man was definitely not a spirit body, nor a living corpse. Lothar could hear his breathing and heartbeat.

Section 250

Lothar finally saw the first living person he saw after coming to Shadow Island.

The man’s back was surrounded by black mist, and he seemed to be carrying a heavy object like a statue.

“The dead don’t come here.” The man turned his head, he spoke Ou Chen language.

His appearance is very ordinary, because of the heavy load on his back, his back is hunched, and his body is hidden in a large monk’s robe.

He held the head of the living corpse in one hand, and a large shovel in the other, but judging from the sharp edge of the shovel, it was also a weapon.

But what attracted Lothar the most was the pendant around the man’s neck.

It was a small bottle, which was half filled with a faintly radiant liquid.

The breath of life that Lothar felt came from that bottle.

“Smelly, stinky, stinky!” The little girl hid behind Lothar, pointed at the man and cursed, “How can you carry such a stinky thing! Throw it away!”

The man was unmoved, he just looked at Lothar and the little girl, seeing that they were all staring at the small bottle hanging around his neck, and he swung the shovel in front of him: “Leave quickly, I won’t give up [Tears of Life], if you don’t want to get hurt, just obey!”

Lothar heard some movement behind him. The living corpses imprisoned by him had opened up one by one comfortably. The black mist on the man’s body was transmitted to them, increasing their strength. They slowly spread out the encirclement and surrounded Luo Sa. Sa was stuck in it.

“Wait! I have no malicious intentions!” Lothar hurriedly said, “I’m not the dead either!”

The man didn’t listen to Lothar’s words: “The sweet words of the dead can’t deceive me, this is your last chance, leave!”

The little girl flew away from Lothar’s neck and waved her fist at the man: “I’m afraid of you! Do you know who the little brother is? He speaks Ouchen very well! Just say a few words and you’ll be gone!”

Lothar’s face was full of black lines. How long has he only learned Ouchen? The little girl is obviously trying to trick him.

“Since you don’t listen, don’t blame me for being rude.” The man knocked the shovel hard on the ground, and all the living corpses behind Lothar rushed towards him

“The withering of life is like a bubble that can’t be caught.” Lothar sang a line in Ou Chen’s language, and his speed suddenly became extremely fast. The living corpses had already surrounded him tightly, but Lothar insisted on getting out, He rushed to the man.

The man held up the shovel, and the black mist enveloped it. He waited for Lothar to rush in front of him, and swung towards Lothar.

“Get out!” The man roared, and the shovel slammed into Lothar’s face.

Lothar’s body was smashed into pieces at once. The shovel seemed to have the power to destroy the souls of the dead. There was not even a scum left of Lothar’s body.

The man put down the shovel and looked at the little girl floating in the sky: “If you don’t want to be like him, then leave quickly.”

“Idiot.” The man suddenly heard a woman’s voice behind him.

The man realized something was wrong, but it was already too late.

A dark green hand pinched his neck from his side, and the man heard a curse in Ochen’s language that sounded like a song.

“The reality of death is falsehood.” After Lothar chanted this incantation, what the man shattered just now was just the phantom he created with necromantic magic. The treacherous and changeable necromantic magic is even better than blood magic. But maybe it’s also because Lothar’s blood magic has only learned the basics, and the Book of the Dead records a lot of esoteric necromancer magic. Many spells are tricks in themselves, and Lothar doesn’t even need to think about the combination .

Whether it’s True Ice, Dragon Flame, or Blood Magic, Lothar only has power, and there is no way to use magic to match it. This is why Lothar has been almost like Syndra for so long. The full magic power crushes the opponent to death, and there is very little chance to use some advanced magic spells.

The endless black mist on the Shadow Island allows Lothar in a spirit state to use necromantic magic. With the incantations from the Book of the Dead, Lothar can do many things that he couldn’t do before.

Lothar pinched the man’s neck with his fingers: “I’m really not the dead, I’m just a soul that temporarily left the body, I followed that head!”

The man looked into Lothar’s eyes, and said after a while: “Understood, I won’t attack anymore, let it go.”

Lothar let go of his hand slowly. The man was very trustworthy. He put the shovel on the ground without bending down to pick it up.

The little girl carried it in the distance with a dull face. The smell in the bottle made her not want to get close at all. She yelled at Lothar: “Why don’t you kill him! Hurry up!”

The man looked at the little girl, then at Lothar: “Your companion”

“It’s just a tour guide.” Lothar closed the Book of the Dead. “I’m Lothar. I just came to Shadow Island not long ago. My soul was taken out of my body. Now I’m looking for a way to go back.”

“Lothar…life and death…your name is really unique…” The man’s cloudy eyes swept over Lothar’s body, “You are indeed not a dead person. I misread it just now, sorry.”

“What is this place?” Lothar asked, “Why are you alive?”

“This is my temple and my home.” The man suddenly knocked on the statue he was carrying and shouted, “Quiet!”

Seeing Lothar looking at him inexplicably,The man twitched his mouth apologetically: “I didn’t tell you, come with me, I think we need to exchange information.”

Lothar followed the man: “I don’t know your name yet.”

The man stumbled, a trace of confusion and thought flashed across his face, his brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking hard.

It took a long time before his brows relaxed, and his face showed a relieved joy: “Sorry, no one asked my name for a long time, and I can’t remember it for a while.”

“It seems that even a living person will become abnormal after staying in this ghost place for a long time.” Lothar thought.

“My name is Yorick.” The man said, he dismissed the living corpses around him with a wave of his hand, “I’m a 【Soul Shepherd】.”

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There are very few permanent living people on the Shadow Isle, and even if there are, none of them are ordinary.

How can a life that can live on the edge of the underworld be ordinary?

Each one is a tough nut to crack.

—— Karthus