The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Crossing the Sea

The place Yorick told Lothar was on the northeast side of Shadow Isle, and he had to cross a strait to get there.

Lothar was looking at the ferryman in front of him with a headache.

The ferryman was a skinny fisherman who looked like a dead soul. He was holding a bamboo pole and stepped on a half-remained canoe. He stared at Lothar with gloomy eyes: “You can only board the boat if you pay.”

Lothar took out the copper herring in his pocket: “Look at this…”

“You can only get on the boat if you give money.” The ferryman has repeated this sentence more than ten times. He is obviously also a mentally damaged dead man, and he does not recognize the copper herring in Lothar’s hand.

“It’s useless.” The little girl sat on Lothar’s shoulder. “This guy only recognizes the currency used in Fuguang Island.”

“Then do you know where to get it?”

“I don’t know, I have forgotten what money in Fuguang Island looks like.”

“Alas…” Lothar looked at the opposite island. The strait separating the two islands was actually very wide, but Lothar couldn’t get across.

Lothar has already tried it, no matter swimming or flying, there is no way to pass through this strait. The waters of Shadow Island are also polluted by black fog, which is completely different from ordinary sea water. Passing over it will definitely sink, even if flying It would only be dragged into the water by the bursting water column. If Lothar hadn’t used several necromantic magic to escape, he would have sunk to the bottom of the water now.

After finally finding a ferryman, this guy is still a typical “dead brain”—a dead man’s brain, basically only knows how to do one thing, and Lothar will not take him across the strait without giving money or saying anything.

Lothar wanted to use the Book of the Dead’s summoning spell to take him in, but the ferryman obviously didn’t fall into the eyes of the Book of the Dead, and the Book of the Dead didn’t want to include him in the illustrated book.

“Is there no other way?” Lothar patted the little girl’s thigh, “Aren’t you my tour guide? Think of something?”

“Oh, it’s so troublesome.” The little girl raised her cheeks and thought about it carefully, “Either we go to that Haili place or something, maybe we can find the money used in Fuguang Island there.”

“Halia?” Lothar learned of this place name from Yorick. It is a city located in the center of Shadow Isle and the former capital of Blessed Isle.

Yorick said that the place where the black mist first landed was Hylia, so that’s where the black mist is most concentrated.In a dense place, Yorick estimated that there must be many extremely powerful undead entrenched there.

Because that’s where the black mist fell first, Yorick speculates that it’s also where the root of the [Curse of Ruin] is most likely to be. He hopes that Lothar can go there to have a look.

Lothar became embarrassed. He looked at the ferryman who was slowly leaving because he had waited for a long time without getting the money: “Is there no other way? We have traveled for so long to get here, now turn around and go to Haili Asia Pacific to waste time gone.”

“Oh, why are you so troublesome.” The little girl pulled her hair. “I hate thinking the most, but you make me think all day long. My brain is almost burnt out.”

“Do you still have a brain?”

“That’s right…”

The little girl thought for a long time, and finally got a clue: “Underwater.”

“Underwater”

“Well, I remember that when Karthus took the Book of the Dead and took me to sign summoning spells for the powerful dead on Shadow Island, he seemed to have caught quite a few underwater ones…”

Lothar understood: “Are you saying that there are undead under the sea that can move in the water?”

“Yes! That’s right!” The little girl could finally stop thinking, feeling relieved, “Go look in the water to see if there is any, use the book of the dead to collect it, and then you can cross the sea.”

“Isn’t Swift Crab Essence not enough?”

“The big crab is quite domineering on the ground, but I seem to remember that it is always bullied when it gets out of the water.”

“Forget it then.” Lothar looked down at the water in front of him and as black as ink, “How can I find it…well… Karthus can find it, and I’m sure I can too.”

Lothar opened the Book of the Dead, and searched for the tens of thousands of spells in the Ochen language that could be used now.

The Necronomicon seemed to have its own wisdom. Lothar was thinking about something, and when he flipped through it, he directly found the spell he needed.

“The bait that catches the monsters of the abyss is the delicious soul of a mortal.”

As soon as the spell came out, a translucent ghost ship appeared from the waters in front of Lothar.

It was a very ordinary single-masted fishing boat, and there were several undead sailors working on the boat, but Lothar knew that those were not real undead, but illusions created with black mist, that is, the magic power of the undead.

The Necronomicon turned pages automatically again, showing Lothar a new spell: “What the living see is only the illusion of the world.”

The color of the ghost ship changed rapidly, and the overflowing magical halo began to converge, and finally turned into a substantially real color.

The ghost ship is no longer like a ghost ship. The color of the wood and the skin of the crew are very real, and there is no difference from a real fishing boat.

“Tsk, why can you say Ou Chen’s spell so well.” The little girl didn’t hide the jealousy on her face, “Can’t you make a mistake once?”

“What happens if you make a mistake?”

“It’s fine if it’s wrong from beginning to end, but if it’s only one or two syllables wrong… Hehehe…” The little girl smirked sinisterly.

Although the little girl didn’t say it clearly, Lothar knew from her expression that saying the wrong spell would never do anything good.

The sailors sang fishing songs, sailed enthusiastically in the strait, and threw fishing nets into the water, which looked exactly like a real fishing boat.

“Can this really attract the dead in the sea?” Lothar expressed his doubts. In his opinion, such an illusion could not be more fake, and that fishing boat would be in a place full of ghosts like Shadow Island. Excited to fish.

“Most of the dead are stupid, this kind of bait is enough, don’t worry.” The little girl said.

“Like you?”

“I’ll curse you to death.”

Lothar and the little girl didn’t wait too long, and there was movement in the strait.

First of all, the tide began to surge violently, and the fishing boat swayed left and right. The sailors on the boat were almost unable to stand still, but they still sang fisherman’s songs cheerfully.

A thick tentacle climbed up the ship’s side, then the second, and then the third.

“Big octopus!” The little girl shouted, “Hurry up! It’s a big octopus! Take it away.”

The Book of the Dead in Lothar’s hand did not tremble: “No way! No response!”

“The big octopus hasn’t shown its body yet! Let it show more!”

Lothar began to mobilize necromantic magic to pour black mist into the ghost ship so that it would not be easily dragged into the water by the tentacles.

The monsters in the sea are stronger than Lothar thought. Lothar had to keep saying the spell to replenish the black mist in order to keep the ghost ship from being dragged down.

The little girl stared dumbfounded at Lotha who was chanting Ou Chen’s spell like a cannonball. In order to be able to compete with the power of the big octopus, Lotha had to keep speaking very fast, and this is exactly what Ou Chen said. The taboo of spells.

Ou Chen’s language is very difficult. Every syllable transfer, pronunciation, tongue movement, and teeth closing are extremely strict. Even the slightest mistake will cause the spell to fail.

But Lothar didn’t make a single mistake.

Ouchen language seemed to be his most familiar mother tongue. Before the little girl could hear what Lothar was saying, he had already started to say the next incantation.

“Even Karthus can’t speak so fast…” The little girl thought strangely, “Did he really just learn Ochen…”

Section 252

The tug-of-war between the ghost ship and the tentacles reached a stalemate. There were already six huge tentacles pulling on the boat, but the ghost ship still couldn’t be pulled into the water.

Finally, the big octopus couldn’t hold back anymore. Its head floated out of the water, and it wanted to climb onto the boat, and forcefully pushed the fishing boat into the water with its huge body.

“It’s finally out!” Lothar stopped reading.Curse, the Book of the Dead began to tremble, and the blank pages aligned [resource; source group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.;6 Octopus, a summoning spell appeared on both the page and the octopus at the same time, “Extraordinary deaths should become dusty memories, and write down their last words. ”

The summoning spell and the ghost ship disappeared at the same time, and the octopus flapped the water in confusion, as if looking for where the ship had gone.

Lothar looked at the new summoning spell on the page: “It turns out that this octopus is called the Blackwater Scourge… It has killed many people before…”

Lothar recited the summoning spell of the Blackwater Scourge: “Invisible tentacles, invisible abyss, invisible dragging, invisible sleep.”

The Blackwater Scourge heard Lothar’s call. It flapped its eight tentacles, swam up to Lothar, and lowered its head docilely.

“You’re really obedient.” Lothar touched the suckers on the tentacles of the Blackwater Scourge. The big octopus showed no signs of attacking at all.

“Karthus gave me such a useful thing as the Book of the Dead…” Lothar couldn’t help but speculate on the dead man’s intentions. The Book of the Dead can’t deal with him…”

With thoughts in mind, Lothar and the little girl stepped on the tentacles of the Blackwater Disaster and headed towards the island on the other side.

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Some who escaped the Ruin’s Curse tried to dive beneath the waves, thinking that corruption would not seep to the bottom of the ocean. They are wrong.

——”Book of the Dead” Summoning Guide: Blackwater Scourge