The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Endgame (8)

On the streets of Bilgewater, two shadows that were so fast that they could hardly be seen were chasing each other at an exaggerated speed.

“Wow wow baby! Stop chasing me! Don’t come here!” Lilia ran wildly on the street while crying.

Hecarim kept chasing after him. He really didn’t expect this frail-looking little deer girl to run so fast.

Although Hecarim really didn’t like to charge in the narrow streets like Bilgewater, it was the second time he saw Lilia Hecarim, the guy he had been chasing for so long but was a thousand-year-old undead. The last time Hecarim couldn’t catch up was the experience or it happened hundreds of years ago in Shurima, he chased a strange armadillo, that armadillo could roll itself into a ball, Heka Lim did not catch up until the end of the whole Soul Eater Night.

Lilia reminded Hecarim of the last humiliation, and he kept speeding up, vowing to chop off Lilia’s head.

“Wow! Sister Ahri!” Lilia couldn’t even feel the sensation of her four legs. She just knew that she would die if she stopped, so she could only keep running.

Hecarim didn’t chase after him single-mindedly. He was a general before he was alive and knew how to use tactics.

He was using his ghost cavalry to block Lilia’s escape route. Although the cavalry couldn’t catch up with Lilia, they could form a siege with Hecarim and effectively drive Lilia away. He could only run in one direction.

Hecarim has been to Bilgewater many times and is very familiar with the terrain here.

He wanted to drive Lilia to a dead end.

…

Ahri’s face was gloomy. She had rushed back to the abandoned house as fast as she could, but it was still too late.

Lilia was nowhere to be seen, and the trash was in a mess. Obviously something happened.

“Damn it!” Ari’s fox flame exploded, and her hair danced without wind, obviously extremely angry.

“It seems to be [Shadow of War].” Miss Fortune found the horseshoe prints burning with will-o’-the-wisps on the floor. “A very cruel undead. I’m afraid your sister is in danger.”

“No accident is allowed for her.” Ari jumped out of the abandoned house.

Miss Fortune hurried to catch up: “My partner is really troublesome… I hope it’s just a matter of time…”

…

Lothar teleported directly to the Iron Hook Gang. As soon as he appeared, he felt a tightness in his chest.

“I didn’t expect him to be hiding here in the bunker of the Hook Gang…” Lothar felt that there was a magical force in the air that was extremely aimed at spirits, which was the exorcism array. “I am not the real dead. The influence of these magic arrays should be It’s smaller, Karthus can actually push it in, it’s really amazing…”

Lothar opened the Book of the Dead and summoned Calista first. As for Hecarim… that guy was too big, and Lothar didn’t want to disturb the Hooks. , They must have a lot of weapons and equipment to deal with the undead.That manic centaur is summoned, let him run around Bilgewater for a while, and call again if there is something to do.

“Where is the enemy…” Calista said dryly. Although she looked scary, she had to be said to be very loyal. As soon as she was summoned, she asked Lothar the location of the enemy.

“It’s inside, let’s sneak in and don’t need to disturb the living people.” After Lothar ordered, he began to chant a mantra, “After all, it’s just a kerchief on the face of the dead.”

The bodies of Lothar and Calista became nothingness and transparent. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t see it at all. Lothar also put a few shields on Calista, so that she can resist the pressure of those exorcism magic circles.

Lothar and Calista walked straight in from the Hook Gang pirates. Lothar’s eyes swept over every pirate. According to the information provided by Tahm Kench, Karthas was mixed with the Hook Gang pirates. among gang members.

The auras of life and death are very different, and Lothar quickly found his target—a guy lying on the ground and covering himself with a blanket.

“Calista, spear.” Lothar ordered.

Calista raised her soul lance, she swung her arms, and the soul lance shot at the blanket.

A ghost hand suddenly stretched out from the blanket. It stretched out very long, grabbed a living person nearby, and pulled it over to block the soul spear.

Lothar actually knew that man. He was a member of the Iron Hook Gang who collected money from Blood Harbor. His name was Du Bin.

Du Bin looked at the soul spear inserted deep into his chest in confusion. He didn’t understand how he was suddenly attacked.

But Dubin’s confusion only lasted for a while before disappearing. Will-o’-the-wisps lit up in his eye sockets, his face became extremely distorted and painful, and then he turned his head to look at Lothar: “How did you find me?”

“Puppet…” Lothar knew that Karthus was using magic to control Dubin to talk to him, “You don’t need to know how I found it, but you’d better surrender now, otherwise…”

Calista raised the second soul spear.

Dubin’s skin became wrinkled rapidly, and his teeth fell out one by one, but he was still talking: “As expected, Lothar, you are very special, I can’t win against you.”

What Karthus said sounded like showing weakness, but Lothar became even more vigilant: “If you know, hurry up…”

“Although I don’t like to do this, if I want to win you, I still have to use some despicable means…” Du Bin said.

Lothar noticed that Karthus’s body had been singing. Although the voice was so small that it seemed like a dream, Lothar didn’t think that Karthus would sing for no reason: “What are you singing!”

“You will know soon.”

“Calista!” Lothar didn’t want to continue talking nonsense with Karthus, he was obviously delaying time.

Just as Calista was about to throw her Soul Spear, another withered ghost hand stretched out from the blanket, holding something inside.

“Stop!” Lothar stopped Calista loudly.

“As expected…” Dubin’s life was about to come to an end, his speech became very slow, “Your…weakness…obviously…it’s not in vain…take it…from your heart… in… dug out…”

Lothar glared.

Karthus held an egg in his hand.

A crystal clear egg like ice crystals.

This egg is very fragile, and Lothar can feel its faint breath of life like a gossamer. Its eggshell has only a thin layer of ice film, and Karthus can pierce it with anything he wants.

“Let go of it!” Lothar roared. That egg was Lothar’s savior, the source of strength that had accompanied him for several years, and it was also his belief for a time.

Anivia, the god of ice and snow soaring above the nine skies of the Freljord.

“Then you… go… save it…” Dubin finished the last sentence for Karthus, his body turned into dust and dissipated, and Karthus’s ghost hand holding the egg was about to ruthlessly Stab hard into the eggshell.

“Life and death!” Lothar’s eyes were tearing apart, and it was too late. He could only use the shortest and strongest spell he knew.

Lothar’s world suddenly went dark, everything around him disappeared, even Calista was gone.

“This is…Where…” Lothar looked around in confusion, seeing nothing, “Karthus! Where are you!”

Bilgewater, Karthus’ singing is getting weaker and weaker.

But a trace of joy could be heard.

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La la… la la la la la…

——Unknown singing voice