"This matter is indeed true." The little girl said displeasedly, "Although I think the name of Shadow Island sounds better, I'm used to calling it Fuguang Island."

"You remember the name of the island, but not your own"

"Forgetting my name means I've been dead long enough!" The little girl raised her chest proudly, "Kalthus has only been dead for more than ten years, and he hasn't forgotten his name. He envies me, he It is said that a person who has forgotten everything before his death is a qualified deceased."

"The madman of Karthus... It is indeed possible to say such a thing."

"Ah! You scold him! I'm going to sue him!"

"what ever."

Lothar and the little girl chatted without a word. Lothar probably also understood the origin of the little girl. If Yorick is right about the history of the Shadow Island, the little girl should be someone from the same era as Yorick. In the days when the Shadow Island was still called Fuguang Island, he died in an accident that Yorick called the "Curse of Ruin".

So strictly speaking, the little girl was much older than Lothar and Karthus, and Lothar also accepted the little girl's title of "little brother".

"You met me when I was a kid, didn't you?" Lothar tried to get information about her life from the little girl's mouth.

"yes."

"So what about me?"

"Small, wrinkled face, unable to open eyes."

"Who is the one with me?"

"Karlsus."

"Kalthus" Lothar was secretly surprised, "He brought me to the Shadow Island?"

The little girl seemed to realize something, and she grinned at her teeth: "Stinky brother! You are lying to me!"

Seeing that the little girl saw through, Lothar could only give up the cliché and let the little girl chew and bite her head.

Lothar floated up, flying over the dead thorn forest that blocked the road ahead.

"It seems that I am more and more familiar with the feeling of the spirit body." Lothar fell back to the ground. Although he could fly in the state of the soul, it was limited to the range of the black mist. There was no way to rush out of the black mist. Love the down-to-earth feel.

Walking through the thorn forest, Lothar saw a huge crab appeared in the marsh in front of him.

"Oh! It's Swift Crab Essence!" the little girl exclaimed happily, "Long time no see! It still has so many legs! Let's go and pull one or two!"

Lothar looked at the big crab in the distance, its gray-green carapace had a metallic color, and a faint green ghost fire was burning on it.

That is not the carapace that crabs should have at all, it is clearly the countless armors piled up on it.

"What is that?" Lothar estimated the size of the crab, and he felt that it was the same as Planck's Big Ship Shock.

"Quick crab essence, big." The little girl said proudly.

Lothar had seen many ridiculously large sea beasts in Bilgewater, but it was the first time he had seen such a large crab.

The Book of the Dead in Lothar's hand suddenly trembled.

"What's the matter?" Lothar looked at the Book of the Dead in surprise, which had never moved by itself before.

"Oh, it's recording." The little girl seemed to know what the Book of the Dead was doing.

"Record what?"

"Oh, Karthus didn't tell you." The little girl sat on Lothar's shoulder, took the Book of the Dead from his hand, and opened it, "The Book of the Dead has three volumes, They are [Dictionary], [Spell Manual] and [Illustrated Book]."

Both the dictionary and the spellbook Lothar knew that the first third of the Book of the Dead was a dictionary of Oachen, the middle third had many necromantic spells written, and the last third was filled with necromantic spells. It is blank. Lothar originally thought that one-third of the white paper was the unfinished part, but it seemed to have another effect.

"Wow, the illustrated book is completely white. It seems that Karthus has emptied it." The little girl turned the book of the dead to a page, facing the Swift Crab Spirit.

The swift crab spirit felt something, it turned its huge body and looked towards Lothar.

A magic circle appeared on the pages of the Book of the Dead, and an Ouchen spell appeared on it.

"Recite it according to it." The little girl said, "Otherwise the big crab will run away in a while."

Lothar looked at the spell and chanted: "The extraordinary death should become a dusty memory, write down their last words."

A huge magic circle also appeared on the body of the swift crab essence. The magic circle wrapped the entire swift crab essence, and then disappeared in a dim magic halo. In the end, only the swift crab essence stood in place.

The Swift Crab Essence turned around and went about its own business, as if nothing had happened just now.

"What did you do?" Lothar asked.

"See for yourself." The little girl threw the Book of the Dead back to Lothar.

Lothar looked at the pages, and was surprised to find several new Ouchen sentences on the blank pages: "What is this?"

"Summoning spell." The little girl stretched her waist, "you can summon the big crab anytime, anywhere, and you can order it casually, and it will not resist you, but it can only be used in the dark fog. It's just a call."

"This is the power of the [Picture Book]" Lothar was surprised, "Can anything be summoned with a summoning spell?"

"Of course not." The little girl poured a pot of cold water on Lothar, "Of course, the Book of the Dead can only summon the dead, and the Book of the Dead has a very high vision. I don’t like it, and I won’t waste the pages of the book, so I can’t find a cute undead puppy as a pet, which is a pity.”

"Powerful undead...that Khalsa..."

"Don't think about it." The little girl directly dismissed Lothar's idea of ​​using a summoning spell on someone, "Although the Book of the Dead only accepts powerful undead, the stronger and smarter the undead, the more they will resist. Crabs are so easy just because they are stupid. Karthus knows almost all necromantic magic, and he can counter the summoning spells at will. Didn't he react to Karthus when he didn't see the Book of the Dead in your hand? Because it Knowing it can't get him."

"This way..." Although it felt a little pity, Lothar was still a treasure. I thought that the Book of the Dead was just a dictionary and a magic book that recorded Ouchen, but I didn't expect to have this ability.

"No wonder the gluttonous market called it a secret treasure. Sure enough... such an ability is not an exaggeration to call it an artifact..." Lothar recalled the auction, "The other two secret treasures..."

The secret treasure of [The Ruined King] is in Planck's hands. Lothar doesn't know what it is, but the secret treasure of [Ascension Queen] is held by Syndra. Book] With such a powerful ability, the other two treasures auctioned together with it should not be too bad.

"But that thing..." Lothar really can't think of the secret treasure of [Ascension Queen], what role that **** can play, "If the role of the book is to record, then the thing should also be able to play its original role... …”

Lothar shuddered. He didn't want to think about how the thing should be used. Even if Syndra figured out how to use it, Lothar felt that he should stop her.

Lothar passed by the Swift Crab Spirit and walked in to see that the crab was bigger than he expected. He had to raise his head to see the whole picture, but just as the little girl said, the Swift Crab Spirit did not attack them, even when they When passing by, he took the initiative to open the crab legs to make way for them.

"Since the Book of the Dead can sign a summoning spell with the dead..." Lothar suddenly had an idea, and he asked the little girl, "Are you strong?"

The little girl saw through Lothar's thoughts at once. She kicked Lothar's face and attacked frantically with her bare feet: "Don't even think about it! Sister, I'm super weak! The Book of the Dead doesn't look good! You bastard. Brother! Smelly brother! How dare you covet elder sister!"

The two quarreled and headed to their destination.

The noise of the two of them was an extremely rare sound of joy in the entire Shadow Isle, adding a touch of color to a world of only death and wailing.

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Once a pack beast in a long-forgotten kingdom, it now scavenges deserted battlefields, armors its hull, and **** souls into its core.

——The Book of the Dead Summoning Guide: Swift Crab Spirit

Chapter 406 Crossing the Sea

The place Yorick told Lothar was on the northeast side of Shadow Isle and 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 scrawny fisherman who looked like a dead soul. He held a bamboo pole and stepped on a half-remained canoe under his feet. He stared at Lothar with dimly lit eyes: "You can get on the boat only if you give me money."

Lothar took out the copper herring in his pocket: "Look at this..."

"You can get on the boat only if you give money." The ferryman has repeated this sentence more than ten times, and he is obviously a mentally damaged deceased, 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 by Fuguang Island."

"Then do you know where to get it?"

"I don't know, I've forgotten what the money in Fuguang Island looks like."

"Sigh..." Lothar looked at the opposite island. The strait between the two islands was actually wide and wide, but Lothar couldn't pass.

Lothar has already tried it, and neither swimming nor flying can cross this strait. The waters of Shadow Island are also polluted by black fog, which is totally different from ordinary sea water. It will only be dragged into the water by the violent water column. If Lothar hadn't used several necromantic magic to escape, it would have sunk to the bottom now.

Finally found a ferryman, this guy is still a typical "dead brain" - the brain of a dead person, basically only knows to do one thing, Lothar does not give money or say anything and carry Lothar across the strait.

Lothar wanted to use the Book of the Dead's summoning spell to take him away, but the ferryman obviously didn't fall into the Book of the Dead's eyes, and the Book of the Dead didn't want him to be included in the Book of the Dead.

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

"Oh, it's too much trouble." The little girl raised her cheeks and thought about it carefully, "Either we go to that Haili or something, where maybe we can find the money used by Fuguang Island in the past."

"Is Helia?" Lothar learned the name of the place from Yorick, a city located in the center of Shadow Island and the former capital of Fuguang Island.

Yorick said that the place where the black fog first landed was Helia, so it was also the place with the thickest black fog. Yorick estimated that there must be many extremely powerful undead entrenched there.

Because that was the place where the black mist first descended, Yorick speculated that it was also the most likely place where the root of the [Curse of Ruin] was located, and he hoped that Lothar would go there to have a look.

Losar was embarrassed. He looked at the ferryman who was slowly leaving because he didn't get the money after waiting for a long time: "Is there no other way? We have traveled so long to get here, and now we turn around and go to Haili Asia Pacific to waste time. already."

"Oh, why are you so troublesome." The little girl tugged at her hair, "I hate thinking the most, but you make me think about it all day, and my brain is burning out."

"Do you still have a brain?"

"Yes..."

The little girl thought about it 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 the summoning spell for the powerful dead on the Shadow Island, he seemed to have caught a lot of underwater..."

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 finally stopped thinking and felt relieved, "Go to the water to see if there is any, and collect it with the Book of the Dead, and then you can cross the sea."

"Isn't the swift crab essence not good?"

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

"That's fine." Lothar looked down at the water in front of him and the water that was as black as ink. "How can I find it... um... Karthus can find it, and I'm sure I can too."

Lothar opened the book of the dead, looking for something that could be used now among the tens of thousands of Ouchen spells.

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

"The bait for catching monsters in the abyss is the delicious soul of mortals."

As soon as the spell was cast, a translucent ghost ship emerged from the waters in front of Lothar.

It was a very ordinary dhow, and there were several ghost sailors working on the ship, but Lothar knew that those were not real ghosts, but an illusion created by black mist, which is the magic of necromancy.

The Necronomicon automatically turned the pages 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, the overflowing magical halo began to converge, and finally turned into a real color.

The ghost ship has become not like a ghost ship. The color of the wood and the skin of the crew are very real, and there is no difference between it and a real fishing boat.

"Tsk, why can you speak the Ouchen spell so well." The little girl made no secret of the jealousy on her face, "Can't you say it wrong once?"

"What if it's wrong?"

"It's fine if it's all wrong from the beginning to the end, but if it's only one or two syllables wrong...hehehe..." The little girl smiled sullenly.

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, looking exactly like a real fishing boat.

"Can this really attract the dead in the sea?" Lothar expressed his doubts. In his opinion, this kind of illusion is simply too fake. There is that fishing boat in a place like Shadow Island where ghosts are everywhere. Happy fishing.

"Most of the dead are stupid. This bait is enough, don't worry." The little girl said.

"Like you?"

"I curse you to death."

Lothar and the little girl did not wait too long, and there was movement in the strait.

First of all, the tide began to swell violently, the fishing boat swayed left and right, and the sailors on the boat were almost unsteady, but they were still singing fisherman songs happily one by one.

A thick tentacle clambered up the side of the boat, then a second, and then a third.

"Big octopus!" the little girl yelled, "Quick, quick! It's a big octopus! Take it!"

The Book of the Dead in Lothar's hand did not tremble: "No! No response!"

"The big octopus hasn't shown its body yet! Let it show more!"

Lothar began to mobilize necromancy, pouring black mist into the ghost ship, so that it would not be easily dragged into the water by tentacles.

The monsters in the sea were stronger than Lothar thought, and Lothar had to keep saying incantations to supplement the black mist to keep the ghost ship from being dragged down.

The little girl stared at Lothar, who was uttering the Ouchen spell like a cannonball in her mouth. In order to compete with the power of the big octopus, Lothar had to maintain a very fast speech rate, which is exactly the way of reciting Ouchen. The taboo of spells.

Ouchen language is very difficult. Every syllable, pronunciation, tongue movement, and teeth closing are extremely strict. The slightest mistake will make the spell go wrong.

But Lothar made no mistakes.

Ouchen seems to be his most familiar native language. The little girl didn't even hear what Lothar was saying, and he started to say the next spell.

"Even Karthus can't speak so fast..." The little girl thought strangely, "Is he really just learning Ouchen..."