A cloud of black mist suddenly smeared on Thresh's face.

It was not an ordinary black mist, but a kind of black mist that made Thresh hate it.

He just shook his head to shake the black mist away, but saw several living corpses rushing towards him.

Thresh had just knocked a corpse into the air, but more corpses climbed onto his body, attacking him with his teeth, fingers, and even the bones exposed from the severed limbs.

"Who!" Thresh was troubled, these living corpses were dead, but they had flesh, and Thresh could not directly control them.

Thresh's answer was an axe that broke through the undead.

It was Olaf's other axe. For some reason, this axe suddenly possessed the ability to kill undead. Like a farm tool for harvesting wheat, it passed through countless split undead and flew straight to Thresh.

Thresh, who was trapped by the living corpse, had no choice but to take the axe.

The mighty power that can drive mountains and the power that can hurt the undead, this axe slashed firmly on Thresh, cutting off half of his body alive, his figure retreated sharply, and the chains he was holding were loosened. When they came, several living corpses took the opportunity to carry away Lucian, who was about to fall into a coma.

"Who!" Thresh roared, with a rare gaffe.

"Hahahahaha! That's how hard it is! It's a **** if you can't cut people!" Olaf laughed loudly. He stepped forward and picked up two axes that had fallen on the ground, one of which was glowing faintly. The dim light was exactly the one that hurt Thresh.

Olaf was followed by a big, rickety man. He was carrying a heavy statue and holding a large spatula in his hand. He was taking Lucian from the living corpse.

"It's you!" Thresh knew about this guy, a living person living in a remote side of Shadow Island, and a survivor of the Broken Curse. Thresh has been trying to get his soul for thousands of years, but unfortunately this person is very cautious and only appears in the black mist. At its thinnest point, Thresh had no chance to deal with him.

"That's right! It's him!" Olaf touched his head and looked back at the strong man, "By the way, what's your name, brother?"

The strong man glanced at Olaf and said nothing. He just took off a small bottle hanging on his chest, opened the bottle cap, and poured a drop into Lucian's mouth.

Lucian coughed a few times, his complexion improved at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon he even opened his eyes.

"Fuck, what kind of magic medicine is this?" Olaf's eyes were straightened. Just now, this strong man dropped a drop of this water on his axe, and the axe could suddenly kill the undead. He was excited. He handed another axe to the strong man, "You give this one a drop too."

The strong man still ignored Olaf, just stuffed the bottle cap back silently, and said a few words to the awakened Lucian at the same time.

Olaf couldn't understand what they were saying, and said anxiously, "What bird language are you talking about?"

"Ouchen, he doesn't understand you." Lucian got up and took back his dual guns from a living corpse. "His name is Yorick, and he said he was willing to help us."

"That feeling is good, you help Lao Tzu translate and let him..."

"No, that's the water of life, very precious, use a drop less than a drop." Lucian moved his body, the power of the water of life was exaggerated, and all the injuries on his body were healed with just one drop, although there was still a little bit of it. Tired, but also innocuous.

"That's it, that's all." Olaf put away the other battle axe regrettably. "It's a little bit less to fight with just one axe, but let's do it."

Lucian and Olaf faced Thresh in the distance. The living corpses that jumped up had been eliminated by Thresh, and his body cut by Olaf was slowly absorbing the black mist to recover.

Yorick stood between Olaf and Lucian, and he also raised his spatula to Thresh and said a word at the same time.

"What did he say?" Olaf asked.

Lucian raised his spears and pointed at Thresh: "Battle."

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La la la la la la la……

- unknown song

Chapter four hundred and thirty-fifth final (four)

Miss Fortune saw a phantom flickering to her side, and several enchanting flames burned a dead soul that rushed to her side.

"Thank you." Miss Fortune quickly repaid Ahri with two shots, which knocked out a shark-like undead.

"It takes magic to deal with these things." The fox fire around Ahri often flickered, but it was much dimmer than at the beginning. It took several times the magic to destroy the undead. Even a powerful Vastaya like Ahri gradually felt powerless. , not to mention the others, "Your gun seems to work well enough to kill them."

"This is the bullet that has been blessed by the mage, the highest grade." Miss Fortune smiled bitterly, "You can't guess how expensive it is, I'm basically shooting the golden sea monster directly."

"Then you still buy it."

"There's no way, in Bilgewater, I have to face Soul Eater. If I can afford this kind of bullet, it means I'm doing well." Miss Fortune filled the two guns with blessing bullets.

They hid in the cabin of the Siren. At this time, the Siren was only the two of them. The souls kept coming out of various places. They had been fighting for several hours, and gradually felt powerless.

"Fortunately, this time Soul Eater Night feels a lot less undead than before." Miss Fortune said happily, "Otherwise we would be miserable."

"You call this young." Ahri burned an undead to death, "What is it like when there are too many?"

"The undead don't need to attack, the number alone can drown us." Miss Fortune opened the floor and took out more blessing bullets that she had hidden, "But these weak undead can still be dealt with, a baby takes a root to exorcise evil spirits. The grass can also deal with one, and the fear is to encounter those powerful undead with a name and a surname."

"named and surnamed"

"[Shadow of War], [Soullock Warden] and the like." Miss Fortune explained, "They are all powerful undead who have appeared in Bilgewater many times, and each time they appear, they can take at least a hundred lives. , so it is very famous, I remember that there is a book that records powerful undead for sale, you can buy one."

"If you have a chance, you must read it." Ali guarded Miss Fortune who was taking the bullet. "How strong are the powerful undead you mentioned?"

"At least ordinary mages can't deal with it." Miss Fortune took out the last box of blessing bullets, "but we don't have to worry, Soul Eater Night comes and goes quickly, we can hide in the Siren and survive."

"I have to leave." Ali said.

"What?" Miss Fortune was taken aback.

"I have a younger sister." Ah Li looked at Miss Fortune, "Although she hides very well, if she encounters the powerful undead you mentioned, I'm very worried... just hide here, I have to go. find her."

Ah Li was about to flash out of the cabin, but Miss Fortune grabbed her wrist: "You are going to the street! No way! Do you know how stupid it is to run around in the night of Soul Eater? You may encounter more than one powerful undead! "

"I have to go." Ali shook off Miss Fortune's hand, "She is my sister, do you want me to die?"

"Damn..." Miss Fortune sighed, looking straight into Ali's amber eyes, "We are partners, I'll accompany you."

Ah Li raised her eyebrows slightly: "Looks like I've found a good partner."

...

Hecarim's iron hooves stretched in all directions, and he passed countless living people, but he couldn't slash them.

Few of those Bilgewaters didn't know Hecarim, the terrifying undead that slaughtered every mortal night, and when Hecarim ran past them without attacking them, they all Doubt your eyes.

Is this still [Shadow of War]?

Hecarim felt more aggrieved in his heart: "This won't be the first time I haven't killed anyone on Soul Eater Night..."

The desire to kill tormented Hecarim like a heavy addiction, but the contract of the Book of the Dead was so absolute that as long as Hecarim had any murderous intent, it would be instantly extinguished.

"That bastard!" Hecarim cursed Lothar in his heart.

He traveled more than half of Bilgewater without finding Karthus, and before he knew it, he came to an abandoned house.

"What's this smell?" Hecarim smelled a strange breath.

He jumped up to the abandoned house and was surprised to see that all kinds of strange flowers and plants that he had never seen before were planted all over the house. Something is protecting them.

life force.

Hecarim hated these powers: "That guy only told me not to kill people. I should be fine if I kill a few flowers."

Hecarim walked in front of a strange silver-white flower that looked like a daisy and a coral, and his fingers slowly approached the flower, killing intent arose in his heart.

The restraining power of the Book of the Dead did not respond.

"Sure enough, his order only mentioned not to kill people, other things are fine." Although he found the loophole, Hecarim still felt very aggrieved. He actually had to kill a plant that could have been trampled to death at will. It's a shame to spend money to make up for the thirst to kill.

"Ah..." Hecarim sighed, his fingers about to squeeze the flower to death.

"Stop...stop!" A voice suddenly sounded.

Hecarim looked where the voice came from, and a strange being emerged from a hideout in the abandoned house.

It was a unique life Hecarim had never felt before. A young girl was a human being on the upper body, but a deer on the lower body. She looked scared, trembling all over, holding a long branch in her hand and pointed it at Hecarim. Karim.

"This is... Wastaya is wrong..." Hecarim has also killed a lot of those half-human and half-beast wasastayas. The life of this little deer girl is obviously not a vastaya, it is more like...

flower.

"Who are you?" Hecarim asked subconsciously, seeing such a strange being for the first time.

"I... my name is... Lilia..." Lilia's voice trembled wildly.

"I didn't ask your name."

"Yes! I... I am a dreaming deer..."

"Dream Born Deer" Hecarim had never heard of this word, but it obviously did not belong to the category of "human".

In an instant, he showed a cruel smile.

"You... what do you want?" Lilia felt the terrible malice coming from Hecarim, "I tell you! I, I... I am very powerful! Don't come here! You will be hurt!"

"Oh yeah?" Hecarim gave up the flower that was about to die, and a more hearty meal was waiting for him, "then try it."

"I... let's sit down and talk about it..." Lilia slowly stepped back, "Look, we all have four hooves, maybe we can become good friends!"

"I merged with my warhorse." Hecarim smiled, and he approached, "But you are not, you are an independent life."

"You...you...please...don't come here..." Lilia's tears began to roll in her eyes again.

"I refuse!" Hecarim accelerated suddenly, and the halberd slashed at Lilia's delicate body.

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la la la la la la la la...

- unknown song

Chapter four hundred and thirty sixth finale (five)

Lothar closed his eyes, he was controlling the mindless souls within a few kilometers from him, searching for the southern part of Bilgewater, the northern part and the eastern part were Hecarim and Kalista were looking for, according to the deceased The contract of the book, they must tell Lothar as long as they see Karthus, and all Lothar do not worry about Hecarim concealing it.

These lowest-level ghosts can be controlled with a simple spell, but Lothar struggles to control so many.

Millions of dead souls became Lothar's eyes, searching for Karthus' whereabouts for him.

"Where are you hiding..." The ghosts swept through every street and alley in Bilgewater, and were attacked by some rebellious pirates from time to time. Bilgewater was harassed by Soul Eater all the year round, and pirates and fishermen gradually mastered it. There are some ways to deal with the undead, the simplest one is to soak the weapon in fish blood, so that it can barely hurt the undead, but the effect... Naturally, it is better than nothing.

Ordinary pirates are like this, but the big gangs are different. They can afford some enchanted weapons. Lothar has already killed hundreds of souls by them.

But these gangs did not have the determination to fight against the undead. After all, Soul Eater will not last long. They only need to resist for a while. Lothar has also seen many wealthy big gangs built specifically to avoid Soul Eater. The bunker, surrounded by all kinds of expensive magic circles, makes it impossible for the undead to enter.

It stands to reason that the deceased of Karthus' level should be able to break through these magic circles, but Lothar has not found that the gang's bunker magic circle has been destroyed, and he can only continue to search for the past one street and one house.

Lothar opened his eyes and turned to look at the black mist on the sea.

The undead that rushed into the island were much less than at the beginning, and they were all weak or moderate dead, none of which was as powerful as Hecarim or Kalista.

"It seems that they blocked it well." It stands to reason that there are so few undead coming, how can it be impossible to slaughter Bilgewater, Bilgewater has experienced so many Soul Eater Nights, and the existence of this evil is enough to show The outlaws in Port are not so easy to deal with, which makes Lothar even more puzzled - does Karthus really think that a single night of Soul Eater can turn the entire Bilgewater into a place like Shadow Island.

"He's crazy, but he's definitely not stupid." Lothar pondered what Karthus wanted to do.

From the current point of view, the biggest doubt is the fragment of the Book of the Dead in Karthus' hands. He said that it recorded a necromantic magic that Lothar did not know.

"Does he just want to rely on a magic... how is it possible..." Lothar can't imagine what kind of magic can destroy a port city as big as Bilgewater overnight, even if it is the Freljord It will take at least a few days for the gods to come.

"Unless it's like the [Curse of Ruin] that turns Fuguang Island into a Shadow Island, it's impossible..." But Lothar doesn't think Karthus can copy the [Curse of Ruin], he has already obtained it from the [Bride of the Archipelago]. Knowing a lot about [Curse of Ruin], they were the first-hand experiencers of the events of the year. The birth process of [Curse of Ruin] was very tortuous.

"Damn, what exactly does Karthus want to do..." I really can't think of Lothar and I don't want to. It's too difficult to figure out what a lunatic thinks.

He turned his attention to the exploration of the souls of the dead. Anyway, if he can find Karthus, he will get the answer.

"I didn't see the Leviathan... Where did Syndra and the others go..." Lothar swept the entire southern district without seeing any trace of the Leviathan. It is logically impossible for such a large battleship to disappear. "They won't go to the Shadow Isle to find me... um... Nami's Tidecaller's Staff can locate my location, with Syndra's character, um... It's very possible..."

Lothar felt that it was a pity, if Syndra and the others were in Bilgewater, it would have been much better to face Karthus.

When they were gone, the only helper Lothar knew in Bilgewater was Miss Fortune, but he didn't think Miss Fortune could be of much help as an ordinary person. She was indeed very courageous, but courage did not mean strength.

Lothar did not send the dead soul to find Miss Fortune: "In the end, I can only rely on myself... Can I beat Karthus... It's hard to say without a body..."

"This friend, you seem to be troubled." A voice suddenly sounded beside Lothar.

Lothar was shocked. He didn't feel any breath, neither the living nor the dead. The voice seemed to come out of nowhere and appeared beside Lothar.

Lothar looked at the visitor, a bloated figure occupying all his sight.

A strangely fat man who looked like a toad and a catfish, but also wore a dress made of fine fabrics, and a little top hat that was ridiculously small compared to his huge head.

"Wastaya is wrong, there is no breath of life at all..." Lothar stared at the fat man who suddenly appeared. His appearance is too unique. Lothar has seen many sculptures about him in Bilgewater. " You are Tam Kinch."

"Your Excellency actually recognizes me, I'm really honored." Tam took off his top hat and bowed. His voice was like a middle-aged uncle who was hiccups, smooth and disgusting, but he used very polite and civilized terms. Thought there were no polite words in Bilgewater.

Lothar looked vigilantly at Tam Kench, who appeared in the four horror legends of Bilgewater: "How did you find me?"

"My lord is a businessman and a good man." Tam's mouth grinned widely, and if he didn't look at his mouth ten times bigger than Lothar's head, it might have been a kind face, "like a glutton for the market. With the same purpose, we will try our best to solve the problems for our guests.”

"The gluttonous market..." Lothar calmly observed Tam Kench, this strange guy who was neither living nor dead made Lothar very afraid, "I know that the patron saint of the gluttonous market is you. , could it be that you are the boss of the gluttonous market"

"Boss no no no." Tam put the top hat right on it - rather than put it on it, because his big head couldn't fit it at all - smiled, "Accurately, I'm a partner People, there is still work to do, but I also enjoy the job.”

"You... a demon" Lothar asked with narrowed eyes.