"When did you treat me well?"

"Yes! For example...for example..."

"for example?"

"Hmmm...let me think about it...umm...show you if it counts in the skirt"

"..."

Lothar and the little girl walked into the tavern noisily, and as soon as they entered, they heard the sound of drinking.

A few undead drank wildly in the tavern. Each of them looked very strange. Basically, none of the spiritual bodies were in good condition. The missing parts were filled with messy things such as various tables, bench legs, and the like.

Lothar saw that no undead were paying attention to him and the little girl walking in, so he walked directly to the bar.

The tavern is very messy, there is absolutely no spirit body responsible for cleaning, the floor is full of scattered debris, Lothar couldn't even find a stool to sit on, so he had to stand in front of the bar.

There was only one drinker sitting in front of the bar. His spirit body was very fat, and his head was nowhere to be seen. He put a wooden barrel around his neck, poured the wine into the barrel and drank it happily. He must have been an alcoholic before his death. .

The bartender didn't do much better, except that his head was a wooden barrel and his right hand was gone. He put a wine jug on it and kept pouring wine for the drinkers.

Lothar looked at the faint green liquor, which was not liquor at all, but a liquefied spiritual body, which should have condensed the captured ghosts into the shape of mist.

"Is it that delicious?" The little girl bit her fingers and looked curiously at the drinker, "I also want to..."

"Children, don't drink." Lothar patted the little girl's head, walked up to the bartender and asked, "Hello, I want to ask something."

"Hee cha cha..." The bartender let out a weird laugh. Lothar was not sure whether it was laughter or not. He took out a wooden cup and placed it in front of Lothar and poured the dark green liquid into it, "Drink and drink! Drink enough!"

As soon as the bartender's words came out, the undead of the drinkers in the entire tavern burst into laughter. If they weren't all dead, it would be a very happy scene.

Lothar was a little stunned. The undead on the Shadow Island were basically in pain. They were either going crazy or crying. It was the first time he had seen so many happy undead.

Lothar looked at the Book of the Dead, it didn't respond, it seemed that there were no powerful dead in the tavern.

"I drank wine, can you tell me one thing?" Lothar picked up the wine glass and looked at the misty spirit body flowing inside.

"I'll tell you everything!" The bartender patted his head on the barrel. "Ask, ask! The bartender knows everything! The Happy Tavern will tell you stories! Wine! Wine! Laugh! Laugh!"

Lothar is used to the illogical and mad words of the dead, and he has never seen a few dead people who speak as clearly and systematically as Karthus and the little girl.

He put the glass to his mouth and took a sip.

To Lothar's surprise, he actually tasted the wine.

"This is not a simple spiritual body..." Lothar narrowed his eyes and looked at the things in Beizhong carefully, "So it turns out that the spiritual body contains the memory of wine, and reproduces the taste of wine..."

Lothar looked at the bartender. This necromancer made such wine by collecting spirits with memories of wine. The source is also obvious. It should be the drinkers in the tavern.

The drinkers give the bartenders the raw materials for making wine, and the bartenders give them the wine, forming an infinite cycle.

This is a death tavern that stays forever in happy hour.

Lothar was a little dazed. After reading the Book of the Dead, he thought that his views on death were mature enough, but he did not expect to see another side of death today.

Have fun in death.

The Book of the Dead moved suddenly.

Lothar was shocked. Does the Book of the Dead want to subdue the bartender?

Lothar took out the book of the dead, the book turned to a blank page, and the summoning spell lit up.

"This is..." Lothar looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

There was no summoning spell on the bartender, the summoning spell covered the entire tavern.

"Hey! What's going on?" Lothar asked the little girl.

"Give me a drink and I'll tell you!" The little girl was very envious of the wine in Lothar's glass.

"You little greedy bastard." Lothar poured the wine into the little girl's mouth at once, "If you don't tell me, I will imprison you forever!"

"Ha..." The little girl let out a sigh of relief, "It turns out that wine is so delicious, it's really a shame that I haven't had it for so long."

"Come on." Lothar began to drill the little girl's temple with her knuckles.

"Pain! That's what I said!" The little girl fluttered, "The Book of the Dead wants to take this tavern into it."

"Didn't you say that the Book of the Dead only accepts powerful necromancers?"

"There are many aspects to being strong. If you can do what others can't, you are strong." The little girl said rightfully, "Have you ever seen any undead that can create a place where so many people are laughing all the time?"

"Is that so..." Lothar really didn't expect "joy" to be considered a power, but from this perspective, this tavern is really powerful.

To create such an atmosphere, Karthus could not do it, neither could Resha, nor even the strongest dead.

All the undead in the tavern did not resist, and they were all under the Summoning Curse by the Book of the Dead, but this did not disturb their banquet, and they were still drinking heavily.

"It seems impossible to summon these guys to fight..." Lothar thought to himself, but after seeing them, his understanding of death seemed to deepen.

Death is not only misery.

"The bartender." Lothar put his mind aside and began to ask the business, "Do you know where the Hylia treasure house is?"

"Of course!" After Lothar became the bartender's master, the bartender answered his question immediately, "Just west! West!"

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In the face of the death that swept the entire Fuguang Island brought about by the Ruining Curse, some people saw only destruction and pain, while others saw its optimistic side.

At least they have more wine to drink.

——The Book of the Dead Summoning Guide: The Restless Spirits of the Happy Tavern

Chapter 414: The Treasure House of Hylia

Thresh roamed the ground smiling.

He was surrounded by a group of undead cavalry, which was a very strange group of cavalry. Their bodies were integrated with the horse, and they became a fusion necromancer with only the upper body of a human being and the lower body of a horse.

This kind of undead is very common. Some undead that have lost their own will can easily fuse with other undead and become nondescript monsters, but fusion is not only produced in this case, there are other possibilities.

Fusion because of a common crazy obsession.

The fusion of these cavalry clearly belongs to the latter. Each of them is dressed in neat armor. The spears in their hands are obviously the standard weapons of the army. Still let no other ghosts dare to approach within a radius of 100 meters.

Thresh turned his chains to the leader of the cavalry: "Hecarim, my old friend, how have you been?"

The leader of the cavalry is an exceptionally strong soul, mixed with his subordinates, a strong evil spirit surging around him, it is not magic, but the blood accumulated by the countless living people he killed. gas.

"How have you been lately?" Thresh chuckled and walked up to Hecarim.

"Boring." Hecarim's voice was muffled in his own helmet, like the wailing of a hanged man, his horse's hoof stepped on it a few times, "The Night of Soul Eater is not coming, I can't leave the Shadow Island, my cavalry regiment has been for a long time. No killing, it's all itchy."

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

"Who?" Hecarim seemed to trust Thresh, or maybe he really wanted to kill, and asked Thresh without any doubt.

"A wandering soul, should be in Hylia now..."

"I want to kill people."

"Oh, trust me, my friend," Thresh laughed. "This opponent is much more interesting than the living."

...

The bartender did know everything. He pointed Lothar in the right direction. With the **** of Resha and Maokai, Lothar successfully arrived at the Helia treasure house.

The treasury gate is very large, several times larger than the giant Resha, it looks very majestic, and it is completely undamaged.

"Why is it so well preserved here?" Lothar asked the little girl who was caught between her knees.

"Humph! Damn Lothar! I won't tell you!" the little girl said angrily.

This girl just wanted to rush through Lothar's crotch and steal the seedling that Maokai was protecting by surprise, but was caught by Lothar's butt, and she could only curse Lothar with all kinds of swear words. The little girl's bad-mouthed personality is also used to it, and she completely ignores it all the way.

"It seems that you don't know." After Lothar said this, he whispered a spell.

"Who doesn't know! Karthus said that the Helia treasure house is built with special magic and building materials to preserve the national treasure of Fuguang Island, so it can withstand the curse of ruin, how? Ah!" The little girl hurriedly Cover your mouth.

"Thank you." Rosa patted the little girl's head.

"Damn Lothar! You actually used magic to confuse me!" The little girl fluttered frantically, constantly raising her foot and kicking Lothar's butt, but this kind of painless attack was naturally useless.

After Lothar's understanding of death gradually deepened, he also began to understand the essence 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 useless to the living.

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

Lothar looked up at the treasury. This huge door was obviously enchanted by some kind of magic, which refused to allow everything to enter, including the spiritual body that could pass through it. Lothar had already tried it, but he couldn't pass through the gate directly.

However, this is also good news, which shows that there should be no undead entrenched 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 dragged it a few times. With his strength, he couldn't open the door of this huge treasure house: "Human, didn't you say you can open it? Hurry up."

"Right now." Lothar held the little girl between his legs and floated up into the air. According to Yorick's description, there was a mechanism on the outside of the treasury door that could be opened. After the treasure house is locked, no one can enter, and the cult, the monks of Fuguang Island, keeps this secret.

Yorick, who was originally an ordinary monk, was also unaware of this matter, but he unwittingly discovered this secret in the temple during the thousand years after the Curse of Destruction swept the archipelago.

"Three quarters of the ninth railing... Found it!" Lothar found a hook, he grabbed the hook and pulled it out, and a long chain was pulled out by him.

The dull sound of the organ began to turn, and the door to the Helia treasure house was slowly opened.

"Well, Yorick didn't lie to me." Lothar snapped 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! I don't believe it anyway!"

Unable to correct the little girl's dead mind, Lothar turned to look at the giant Ruisha and ordered him to look after the door of the treasure house and not let other powerful undead come in.

Resha stood faithfully guarding the gate, while Maokai couldn't wait to enter the treasury.

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

There was no lock on the inner door, and the size of the building alone could not allow Maokai to pass through.

"Why don't we go in first, find the water of life and come out and bring it to you," Lothar suggested.

Maokai looked at the seedling reluctantly, its life breath so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Maokai's expression was complicated, and he seemed to have made a very difficult decision. He took out the seedling and handed it to Lothar: "You bring it in."

"Can you?" asked Lothar.

"There's no other way, hurry up, don't delay for a second." Maokai said solemnly, "Save it, please."

This is the first time that this human-hating tree has lowered its posture and pleaded with Lothar.

"I see." Lothar didn't talk nonsense, he covered the seedling 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 over to Ruisha, and watched the treasury door with him, preventing other undead from sneaking in and making trouble.

Resha stood silently, Maokai feeling unwell, he never dreamed that he would one day guard side by side with an undead.

boom!

A loud bang suddenly sounded behind Maokai, and the tree turned sharply, only to see that the door to the treasury behind him had closed on its own.

"What's the matter!" Maokai tried to smash the door of the treasure house, but the door didn't move.

Maokai's tree core sank to the bottom of the valley, and he tried his best to break through the door.

"What happened!" Maokai was furious and anxious. He grabbed the railing and shouted inside, "Human! Must save my child! Must!"

The tree's voice echoed through the treasury, the confinement treasury only echoed back to Maokai, standing there, motionless.

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Fallen:

Not only living people become undead.

Some things that were originally lifeless, after being eroded by the black mist, also have a small possibility of turning into evil things.

No matter the size.

——Notes on words in the Book of the Dead

Chapter 415 Strange things in the treasure house

"This treasure house is alive!" Lothar looked solemnly at the black mist that suddenly thickened around him.

"Wow wow! What's going on!" The little girl was frightened, she hugged Lothar's thigh tightly, not daring to run around.

Lothar protected the seedling in the palm of his hand, preventing the black mist from approaching it.

He had just heard the slamming door slam outside the vault and Maokai's roar when he realized something was wrong.

This treasure trove is self-aware.