The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Endgame (9)

“Where is this place?” Lothar couldn’t feel anything. It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and there was only a hollow howling cold wind in his ears. He couldn’t smell anything either, as if all six senses were cut off.

“What happened…” Lothar felt dizzy, “I cast that spell on Karthus… and then…”

Lothar looked around. It should be a very urgent situation now. Karthus is going to destroy the entire Bilgewater, but Lothar’s heart is very calm, as if nothing is disturbing.

Lothar lowered his head. He saw the Book of the Dead in his hand. There was no light around him, but he could clearly see the contents of the book.

Another thing appeared in Lothar’s hand. It was a pure white curved stick. Lotha looked at it and thought for a long time before realizing that it was his pure white hunting bow.

“How could I have forgotten it?” Lothar suddenly felt nauseous. He spat out a little ghost from his mouth, and the ghost screamed and disappeared.

“Forbidden God Curse…So that’s how it is…”Lothar held the pure white hunting bow in his hand, “Karthus secretly used this spell on me, making me forget the existence of the pure white hunting bow… Hehe, it seems that I am not as good as his necromancer magic ability.” It’s still a lot worse, I don’t know if I was secretly cursed…”

Lothar looked at the pure white hunting bow. If he hadn’t forgotten that he still had this artifact, he didn’t need to spend so much effort. He would have nowhere to hide with the pure white hunting bow directly pointing the way.

“But how did he know the function of the pure white hunting bow… That girl told him wrong, and I didn’t tell the little girl what the pure white hunting bow is for…” Lothar couldn’t figure it out, Karthus seemed to be interested in him. He knew a lot of things well, and it was no surprise that Lothar lost this game, and Bilgewater was about to be turned into a dead place like the Shadow Isles by Karthus.

“But where am I now?” Lothar tried to walk around. As he walked, he seemed to hear a little crying.

The cry of a woman.

Lothar went looking for the sound, and he saw three women.

The women’s bodies were incomplete, and no features could be seen on their bodies. Even their faces were blurred, and only their painful cries and inaudible moans could be heard.

“Carl…”

“Carl” Lothar quickly guessed, “Does it mean Karthus… Could it be that they are…”

Lothar walked up to the three women and wanted to reach out to touch them, but their bodies were nothing but illusions, and Lothar could only grab a hand of nothingness.

“Could this be her three sisters that Karthus said?” Lothar wasn’t very sure, but he couldn’t think of the possibility of other women either.

Lothar stayed for a while, he continued walking, and saw another broken phantom, this time it was not a single person, but a large group of people, looking equally incomplete, they seemed to be being pushed into a big pit, and the bottom of the pit was burning With raging fire.

“Is this… a Noxian?” Lothar could barely make out the clothes of some people. He walked around the back of the big pit and saw the guys who pushed people down.

It was a group of neatly dressed people. They wore dark gowns and masks on their faces.

The mask is half white and half black, the white side looks like a lamb with sharp ears, and the black side is a hungry wolf full of fangs.

“Qianjue…” Lothar recognized the mask, or no one would.

From the most desolate snowfield in the Freljord, to the busiest market in Ionia, from the Xiongdu Square in Demacia to the dirty alleys of Bilgewater, Lothar has walked through so many places, without a doubt. People don’t know the existence of Qian Jue.

The image of Qian Jue is not very different in different places. They are both a quiet lamb holding a longbow and a frantic wolf without body and claws. The most special image of Qian Jue that Lothar has ever seen is in Ionia In the local mythology of Ionia, Qian Jue is a beautiful girl who is accompanied by a wolf. However, even if there are slight differences in the interpretation of Qian Jue’s image in different regions, there is no dispute about Qian Jue’s divinity.

grim Reaper.

This is an incredible thing. Lothar is well aware of how big the cultural gap is in various places, and it is difficult for people from different regions to accept each other’s beliefs. Just like Lothar once told the Demacian girl Lacus about the myths of the gods of the Freljord. The names of those gods were said to be loud in front of the Freljord people, but Lacus felt that those gods looked like animals. Same fun.

However, the existence of Qian Jue has crossed the barriers of countless civilizations. The civilizations may not agree with each other at all, but they all believe in the existence of Qian Jue very tacitly at the same time.

“Give the resting lamb spirit, bring the wolf spirit to die…” Lothar heard the masked men chanting in a low voice, “Whoever is shot by the arrow of the sheep spirit in the chest sleeps peacefully, and whoever is pierced by the wolf spirit’s tooth on the neck I can’t die with peace…”

“Qianjue…” Lothar said the name softly, “Are these people the Qianjue Cult that Karthus mentioned…”

Lothar continued to walk forward, and the next phantom was a baby.

The baby was held by a person. That person was completely hidden in a cloak. It was impossible to see what it looked like, but judging from its body shape, it seemed to be a young girl.

The appearance of the baby in the girl’s arms is completely different from that of the person in front of her. It is so clear that every hair can be seen clearly.

Lothar stared at the baby, and a familiar feeling arose: “This is…me”

“Ah! Wooah!” The baby cried very loudly. Lothar wanted to look at the baby for a while, but his intuition told him that he should move on.

Lothar walked forward, and he saw many phantoms, very chaotic, with huge armor and pale-skinned women, etc., but these were not what Lothar wanted to see, Lothar walked all the way, he finally came to End point – Shadow Isles.

Now Lothar can be sure that he is in Karthus’s memory.

This is the same as when he conquered the treasure house of Hylia. In order to understand the “death” of the treasure house, he sneaked into its memory.

Lothar seems to understand what the specific function of the phrase “life and death” is. The spell does not directly make the undead surrender to him, but connects with Lothar’s own spirit, which is very powerful like Resha and Hecarim. The death that can be easily understood, Lothar can conquer even without knowing their memory.

But Karthus is different. Not only is he proficient in necromancy, but his death is also extremely unique.

Lothar looked at the empty memory around him, just as his state of mind became extremely calm, this is exactly the death that Karthus understood: “Nothing…”

Karthus longed for an absolute and peaceful death.

He wanted all living people to die and make the world absolute eternity.

Karthus did not hesitate to forget his ownHis past, he can no longer remember the faces of his loved ones, and his memories of his life are becoming more and more blurred, because what he needs is eternal death, and the short-lived memories in life are just an obstacle to becoming eternal.

But there is one thing Karthus can’t forget, and that is Lothar.

“He said I was Qian Jue’s child…” Lothar started running back, returning to the baby’s memory.

Lothar looked carefully. The girl holding the baby was motionless.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the girl’s cloak.

He came across it.

It’s not a phantom, but a real sense of touch.

Lothar knew that what was in front of him was still a phantom, but what he felt was the touch in Karthus’ memory. He used to lift the girl’s hood like this.

Lothar slowly lifted the hood, revealing the girl’s true face.

no face.

The girl was wearing a mask.

The mask of the lamb.

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La la la la la la la……

——Unknown singing voice

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