As a child, Lothar often wondered what his name meant.

In the Freljord, everyone's name has a meaning, and with the exception of clan and weapon surnames—for example, Ashe's surname is "Longbow"—every name is not random.

Ashe means "coldness in the ashes".

Lothar felt that the name was not suitable for Ashe at all. Ashe's mother, Glenna, seemed to hope that Ashe could become an iron-blooded war mother, but in fact Ashe was gentler than anyone else.

As for Lothar... As a child who was picked up by Glenna from the wolf's den, he had no last name, and when Lothar asked Glenna what was the meaning of his name, why did Glenna give him this name , Glenna just replied—

"It's just the name of the wolf cub, I called it casually."

And now, Lothar understood the meaning of his name.

His name does not come from Freljordan, but Oachen - the language of the dead.

"Life and death..." Lothar walked on the barren and gloomy land of Shadow Island while reading a book. He really couldn't understand why his name came from the Ouchen language.

It was impossible for Glenna to understand Oachen, and Lothar had never even heard of a language called Oachen before he heard Karthus explain, and even more so for Glenna, who had lived in the Freljord all her life. Probably know.

"Is that Glenna lying? She didn't take my name at all, but why would she lie?" Lothar couldn't understand.

Glenna was dead, and Lothar couldn't question her any more.

"Wait..." Lothar suddenly remembered something.

As a child, he had seen a ghost named Gregg on the bridge in Howling Abyss when he went to Frostguard fortress to steal the ice.

Freljordians don't believe in ghosts at all. At most, there are some stories made up. Why is there a ghost on that bridge? There is no black fog. According to Karthus, the ghost does not have black fog. It is absolutely impossible to exist in the physical realm.

Is it difficult, what is the relationship between the Freljord and the Shadow Island, which are separated by 108,000 miles

Lothar didn't know, but he decided to dive into the book of the dead, firstly to find out a way to return to the flesh and deal with Karthus, and secondly to see if he could understand his own background.

"Hey! Don't read books while walking!" The little girl kicked Lothar's back.

Lothar grabbed the little girl's ankle and pulled it, and it just happened to pull her to her neck. The little girl sandwiched Lothar's neck with her legs and sat firmly on Lothar's shoulders.

"Wow!" The little girl seemed to have discovered a new world. "It turns out that people can still sit on their shoulders like this! It's great!"

"Did no one carry you like this before?" Lothar said while reading the book. He could see a little bit of the little girl's character. This girl is the kind of girl who can't be idle. If Lothar ignores her, she will turn around. Sorry Lothar, in order to be able to read books better, Lothar simply chatted with her.

"No? All the guys on the island have their own personality. They either have multiple heads or no heads. They can't carry me like you." Want to find a undead flea or something in it.

Lothar flipped through the book of the dead: "Shouldn't the form of the soul be the same as the body?"

"It was like this at the beginning, but after the spiritual bodies are damaged or merged with each other, the appearance will change greatly, and no one can predict what it will look like in the end."

"How to integrate?"

"Just bump into each other."

"Then won't you and I merge together next to each other?"

"Usually only those spirits that have completely lost their self-will will be fused. We are both fine. By the way, it's fun to capture souls to fuse. Do we want to play?"

"Don't go."

"Cut, it's boring."

With the little girl's explanation and the Book of the Dead, Lothar has a quick understanding of the situation of the Soul, the Black Mist, and the Shadow Isles.

Shadow Island is a singularity in the material realm, somewhat similar to Ionia. Ionia is the closest thing to the spiritual realm in the material realm, while Shadow Island is the closest thing to the underworld in the material realm.

The realm of the dead.

It is said that Kindred will bring the dead to the underworld. Kindred is the most widely believed **** that Lothar has ever seen, no matter Freljord, Noxus, Ionia, or even the gods who are severely forbidden. Marcia unanimously acknowledged the existence of Kindred, the **** of death.

The undead on the Shadow Island are the dead who did not go to the underworld. They were captured by the Shadow Island and could only stay here, maintaining their existence by ingesting the black mist that leaked from the underworld to the material realm.

Lothar also knew one thing. Shadow Island is not a separate island. Like the Blue Flames Archipelago where Bilgewater is located, it is also an archipelago composed of several islands of different sizes.

And Karthus gave the little girl the so-called "tour guide" job, which is to walk around the archipelago. Karthus said that this will deepen Losar's understanding of death.

The black mist is indeed a good thing for the spiritual body. After walking without sleep for so long, Lothar did not feel the slightest tiredness.

But the other undead in the black mist are not as easy as Lothar. Many of them are broken, and the black mist is difficult to heal their wounds. The faint green spears looked like a hedgehog, and some were so flat that they seemed to have been trampled by countless horses.

"Why are they all wounded?" asked Lothar.

"Fight." The little girl seemed to like the feeling of sitting on Lothar's shoulder, and she didn't come down for a long time, "The undead on Fuguang Island have been fighting all day long, and their resentment during their lifetime has not disappeared. , many and irrational, before Soul Eater Night comes, we can only vent on other undead."

"Then why didn't they attack me and you."

"Every undead's obsession is different." The little girl grabbed Lothar's hair, "Some want to keep killing people, some want to hide in peace, some just like to be in a daze, and don't fight back when they are bullied. Well...I like to be funny, I'm not interested in fighting, I never get involved. By the way, do you want to hear my best prank?"

Lothar looked down at the book, and the little girl always avoided the important when answering his questions.

"Listen, little brother, once a few living people in armor broke into the island and brought their families along."

"A refugee soldier?" Lothar could probably guess who the little girl was talking about. In any war, there will be deserters, and they usually have to take their families to other places.

"I just started teasing them so one of the guys in there could hear his daughter's cry for help... guess what"

"Actually, you pretended that cry for help? Trick them to come and kill them." Lothar knew the little girl's bad temperament, and she could definitely do such a thing.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie! Guess wrong! Punishment!" The little girl inserted her fingers into the corners of Lothar's mouth, pulling his mouth wide open, turning it into a funny grimace, "The correct answer is! I kidnapped me. His daughter, the cry for help he heard was from his daughter! But he ignored his own daughter's cry for help because his suspicious suspicion was false! The best prank! As she slowly kills the little girl, she still sees her father not coming to save her! No matter how she calls, she won't come! Jie Jie Jie Jie! Now her soul is chasing her all day long Father's soul vengeance! Are you going to see it? I'll take you there!"

Lothar was wrong, the little girl's temper was much worse than he thought.

"It's a hellish place." Lothar decided to leave here.

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She's the most mischievous kid on the entire Shadow Isles, and her kills always bring a comical humour.

— Karthus

Chapter 403 The Monk

Lothar also 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, they are all born out of the black fog."

"This way..." Lothar really didn't want to meet the female spider. Once she was entangled with him, it would be even more difficult for him to leave the Shadow Island.

Fortunately, he had a pure white hunting bow, and Lothar walked in the opposite direction according to the direction of the mother spider pointed by the pure white hunting bow.

Shadow Island can't see the sun, moon, and stars. It's really difficult to calculate the time. I don't know how Karthus calculates it. Lothar estimates that he probably walked for several days.

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

"Hey, there's nothing in front." The little girl pinched 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 man.

Not spirits, but living people.

"A living person!" Lothar was as excited as 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, he frowned.

That man is weird.

His clothes were ragged, and his body was covered with stitched scars. There was only a shred of meat still attached to his right elbow. There was no eyeball in one of the eye sockets, and the entire lower jaw was gone. He could directly see his hanging tongue.

He staggered and walked slowly, not responding even when he saw Lothar approaching him.

Lothar walked into this living corpse and did not feel any breath of life from him. Although he was indeed moving, it was no accident that he was dead.

"What is this?" Lothar asked.

"I don't know." The little girl flew to the top of the corpse's head and slapped him on the head, "Occasionally I can see this kind of guy, but he can't speak and doesn't respond, and he's bored to death."

Lothar carefully observed the living corpse and found that there was a layer of light mist around him, it was the black mist: "Did the black mist make him move?"

Lothar thought for a while and decided to use a magic spell on the corpse.

Lothar's new necromancy.

Lothar opened the book of the dead and began to sing according to the incantation: "The shroud is your wedding gown."

Ouchen language is very difficult, although every undead will learn Ouchen language upon death, but it is limited to the simplest vocabulary, and powerful necromantic magic does not require lengthy Ouchen incantation as a medium to mobilize the black mist to release .

Black mist can be said to be the element required for necromancy.

Lothar's throat emits a deep rhythm, and the complex Ouchen language sounds like singing. It is extremely rhythmic, but it is also extremely difficult to pronounce. It requires the throat, tongue, nose, and chest to cooperate in vocalization.

With the appearance of the spell, an ethereal wall appeared in front of the living corpse. When he passed through the wall, the wall dragged him like a soft barrier. No matter how far he went, he could only stop. in situ.

The little girl looked at Lothar in surprise: "How did you learn Ouchen so quickly and so accurately? You succeeded in such a difficult spell once!"

"Is this fast?" Lothar had every standard in his heart, he just read the spell according to the book.

The little girl lay on Lothar's shoulder, looked at the incantation on the Book of the Dead, and followed Lothar's example: "Wrapped in cloth is like a thick drip..."

What the little girl said was completely wrong, not to mention magic, not even the wind blew for a while.

"It's so hard! I'm not learning anymore!" the little girl said angrily, raising her legs and sitting on the back of Lothar's neck again.

"It seems that the difficult Ouchen language is not something that all the dead can learn..." Lothar thought, thinking about it, after all, necromantic magic only needs to know Ouchen language to use, if all the undead can understand it.

The living corpse was blocked by the imaginary wall for a long time, and finally he no longer walked forward without thinking, he began to walk backward, as if trying to bypass the wall.

"Try and see what happens when 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 emerged from the ground, and they all stabbed into the body of the living corpse, stabbing his already mutilated body even more.

The head of the living corpse turned, and the head actually fell off his neck and rolled to the ground.

The head seems to have given up on his body, and he crawls with his tongue, dragging his head slowly and arduously to the way he came.

"No response, so boring." The little girl tugged at Lothar's ear, "Let's go find someone else to play with? I know a big swamp crab, let's go and play with its legs."

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

The black mist around his head suddenly thickened, his movements and strength suddenly increased a lot, and his tongue became stronger and stronger, and he could actually use it as a leg and jump 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 the 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 stairs, it seems that it has been repaired recently. Pass.

"Isn't there really a living person?" The little girl also raised interest, "Let's talk about it first! If there is a living person, I will play with him first! You are not allowed to be the first!"

Lothar followed the head and climbed up the mountain, the black mist lightened a little, and everything on the top of the mountain became clear.

is a temple.

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

The head rushed into the temple, and Lothar followed.

There are also some stone statues in the temple, but they are quite dilapidated, and it is impossible to see what they are carving.

Lothar suddenly smelled a good smell.

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

The little girl covered her nose: "It stinks! It stinks more than your body! How can there be so much life breath! Could it be that there are hundreds of living people here!"

Lothar didn't think there were really hundreds of living people here, and this dilapidated temple wouldn't fit well with so many people.

Lothar followed the head and continued to walk in along the corridor.

"Roar!"

"Ka!"

"hiss!"

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

They only put their heads over, and stopped Lothar, each uttering inexplicable roars, and slowly seemed to want to attack him.

"It's too slow..." Lothar didn't need magic to dodge the corpses, but he noticed a faint black mist on their bodies.

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

"This necromantic magic is quite useful." Lothar thought sincerely, "Unfortunately, it can only be used on the Shadow Island. Without the black mist, it can't be used by singing."

Lothar continued to walk inside, and at the end came 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 back is standing in the hospital.

Lothar stared at the back. This man was definitely not a spirit body or a living corpse. Lothar could hear his breathing and heartbeat.