The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Treasure House of Hailiya

Thresh smiled and wandered on the ground.

He was surrounded by a group of undead cavalry. They were a group of very strange cavalry. Their bodies and horses merged into one, becoming a fused undead with only the upper body of humans and the lower body of horses.

This kind of undead is very common. Some undead that have lost their own will can easily fuse with other undead, turning into nondescript monsters. However, fusion is not limited to this situation, and there are other possibilities.

Merged because of a common crazy obsession.

The fusion of these cavalrymen obviously belonged to the latter. Each of them wore neat armor, and the spears in their hands were obviously the standard weapons of the army. They were arranged neatly, showing a strong military force, even if none of them was moving. Still let no other ghosts dare to approach within a radius of 100 meters.

Thresh walked towards the leader of the group of cavalry while twirling his chain: “Hecarim, my old friend, how are you doing recently?”

The leader of the cavalry is an extremely strong dead soul, who is mixed with human body and horse body like his subordinates. A strong evil spirit surges around him. It is not magic, but the accumulated blood of countless living people he killed. angry.

“How are you doing recently?” Thresh chuckled and walked in front of Hecarim.

“Boring.” Hecarim’s voice was muffled in his own helmet, like the wailing of a hanged ghost, and he stomped his horse’s hooves a few times, “The Night of Soul Eater has not come, and I cannot leave the Shadow Isles. My cavalry regiment has been waiting for a long time. No more killing, it’s all itchingWoolen cloth. ”

“Then how about I give you a good prey?” Thresh suggested with a smile.

“Who?” Hecarim seemed to have more trust in Thresh, or maybe he really wanted to kill, so he asked Thresh without any doubts.

“A wandering soul should be in Hailiya now…”

“I want to kill people.”

“Oh, believe me, friend.” Thresh laughed, “This opponent is much more interesting than the living.”

…

The bartender really knew everything. He pointed Lothar in the right direction. With the escort of Resha and Maokai, Lothar came to the treasure house of Hylia smoothly.

The gate of the treasure house is huge, several times bigger than the giant Reisha. It looks very majestic, and it doesn’t look damaged at all.

“Why is it so well preserved here?” Lothar asked the little girl caught between his knees.

“Hmph! Losar! I won’t say anything!” the little girl said angrily.

This girl just wanted to rush through Lothar’s crotch and steal the seedling Maokai was protecting by surprise, but Lothar caught her buttocks all at once, so she could only curse Lothar with all kinds of swear words. The little girl is also used to the smelly mouth personality, and completely ignored it all the way.

“It seems that you don’t know.” After Lothar finished speaking, he whispered a spell.

“Who doesn’t know! Karthus said that the treasure house of Hylia was built with special magic and building materials to preserve the national treasures of Blessed Island, so it can withstand the curse of ruin. How about it? Ah!” The little girl hurriedly Cover your mouth.

“Thank you.” Lothar patted the little girl’s head.

“Damn Lothar! You actually used magic to trick me!” The little girl was thumping frantically, kicking Lothar’s ass repeatedly, but this kind of harmless attack was of course useless.

After Lothar’s understanding of death gradually deepened, he also began to understand the nature of these magics. Necromancy itself is a kind of magic that only applies to the dead. For example, the magic that made the little girl tell the truth just now is mostly completely useless to the living.

The impact of necromantic magic on the living can only be indirect, such as summoning a skeleton soldier to beat someone. It is not the necromantic magic itself that hurts the living, but the actual damage caused by the bones.

Lothar looked up at the treasure house. This huge door was obviously casted with some kind of magic, denying all things to enter, including spirit bodies that could pass through things. Lothar had already tried it, but he couldn’t pass through the door directly.

However, this is good news. It means that there should be no undead in this treasure house that has not been opened for thousands of years.

Maokai looked at the locked iron door in front of him, grabbed the railing with his big hand and pulled it a few times, but even with his strength he couldn’t open the huge door of the treasure house: “Human, didn’t you say you can open it? Hurry up.”

“Immediately.” Lothar floated into the sky with the little girl between his legs. According to Yorick’s description, there is a mechanism that can be opened outside the gate of the treasure house. It is an emergency mechanism that is hidden very secretly to prevent No one can enter the treasure house after it is locked, and the Order, which is the monks of the Blessed Isle, keeps this secret.

Originally, Yorick, who was an ordinary monk, didn’t know about this matter, but he accidentally discovered this secret in the temple during the thousand years after the curse of ruin swept across the archipelago.

“Three-quarters of the ninth railing…found!” Lothar found a loose buckle. He grabbed the loose buckle and pulled it out forcefully. He pulled out a long chain.

The dull mechanism sound started to turn, and the door of Hailiya’s treasure house was slowly opened.

“How about it, Yorick didn’t lie to me.” Lothar flicked the little girl’s head, “And said he was a liar?”

“Bah!” The little girl spit out a mouthful of soul spit, “No living person can believe it! Anyway, I don’t believe it!”

Unable to correct the little girl’s stupidity, Lothar looked back at the giant Resha, and ordered him to keep an eye on the gate of the treasure house and not let other powerful undead come in.

Resha faithfully stood guard at the gate, while Maokai couldn’t wait to enter the treasure house.

After crossing a bridge, Maokai was stumped by the inner door of the vault—he couldn’t get through.

There is no lock on the inner door. It is simply too small to allow Maokai to pass through. The building of the treasure house is not ordinary.

“How about we go in first, find the water of life and come out to bring it to you?” Lothar suggested.

Maokai looked at the seedling unwillingly, its breath of life was so weak that it could hardly be felt.

Maokai had a complicated expression, as if he had made a very difficult decision. He took out the seedling and handed it to Lothar: “You take it in.”

“Is it possible?” Lothar asked.

“There is no other way, go quickly, don’t delay for a second.” Maokai said in a serious tone, “Save it, please.”

This is the first time this big tree, which hates humans, has lowered its stance to plead with Lothar.

“I see.” Lothar didn’t talk nonsense, protecting the seedlings with both hands, turned around and flew into the treasure house.

Maokai watched Lothar’s back disappear in front of him, he turned around, walked to Resha’s side, and guarded the gate of the treasure house together with him, preventing other undead from getting in to make trouble.

Resha stood silently, and Maokai felt uncomfortable all over. He never dreamed that one day he would guard side by side with an undead.

Boom!

A loud noise suddenly sounded behind Maokai, Dashu turned around abruptly, only to see that the treasure house door behind him actually closed by itself.

“What’s going on!” Maokai tried his best to smash the door of the treasure house, but the door didn’t budge.

Maokai’s heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he couldn’t get through the door with all his might.

“What the hell happened!” Maokai was angry and anxious, he grabbed the railingShouted into it, “Human! Must save my child! Definitely!”

The tree’s voice echoed in the vault, and the locked vault responded to Maokai with only echoes, standing still and motionless.

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Fallen:

Not only living people can become undead.

Some originally inanimate things, after being corroded by the black mist, have a small possibility of becoming evil.

regardless of size.

– Notes on the words of the Book of the Dead