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la... la la...

- unknown song

Chapter four hundred and thirty-ninth final (eight)

On the streets of Bilgewater, two almost invisible shadows are chasing me at an exaggerated speed.

"Wow wow baby! Stop chasing me! Don't come over here!" Lilia ran wildly on the street while crying.

Hecarim was chasing after him. He really didn't expect this frail-looking deer girl to run so fast.

Although Hecarim really doesn't like charging in narrow streets like Bilgewater, it's the second time he's seen Lilia Hecarim, the guy he's been chasing for so long and can't catch up. The last time Hecarim couldn't catch up was the experience or it happened hundreds of years ago in Shurima, he chased a strange armadillo who could roll himself into a ball, Heka Rem didn't catch up until the end of Soul Eater Night.

Lilia reminded Hecarim of the last humiliation, and he kept accelerating, vowing to chop off Lilia's head.

"Wow wow baby! Sister Ali!" Lilia couldn't even feel the sensation of her four legs. She just knew that she would die if she stopped, so she could only keep running.

Hecarim didn't chase him to the death either. He was a general during his lifetime and knew how to use tactics.

He is using his ghost cavalry to block Lilia's escape route. Although the cavalry can't catch up with Lilia, they can form a siege with Hecarim and effectively drive Lilia to run in one direction.

Hecarim had been to Bilgewater many times and was familiar with the terrain.

He wants to drive Lilia to a dead end.

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Ah Li's face was gloomy, she had already rushed back to the abandoned house as quickly as possible, but it was still too late.

Lilia was gone, and there was a mess in the waste, obviously something happened.

"Damn it!" Ah Li's body burst into flames, her hair was dancing without wind, and she was obviously extremely angry.

"It seems to be [Shadow of War]." Miss Fortune found the hoof prints on the floor that were burning with ghostly fire. "A very cruel undead, your sister is afraid of the worst."

"She can't have an accident." Ali jumped out of the abandoned house.

Miss Fortune hurried to catch up: "My partner is really troublesome... I hope it's a good thing..."

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Lothar teleported directly to the vicinity of the Hook Gang, and as soon as he appeared, he felt a tightness in his chest.

"I didn't expect him to be hiding in the bunker of the Hook Gang..." Lothar sensed a magical force in the air that was extremely aimed at the spiritual body, which was the exorcism array, "I'm not the real dead, the influence of these magic circles should be Smaller, Karthus can actually go in, really amazing..."

Lothar opened the Book of the Dead and summoned Kalista first. As for Hecarim... that guy is too big, Lothar didn't want to disturb the Hook Gang, the largest gang in Bilgewater. , they must have a lot of weapons and equipment to deal with the undead, Lothar only wants to deal with Karthus, and doesn't want to cause trouble, so I didn't call the manic centaur, let him run in Bilgewater for a while, really Call again if something happens.

"Where is the enemy..." Kalista said in a dry voice. Although she looked scary, she had to say that she was very loyal. As soon as she was summoned, she asked Lothar where the enemy was.

"It's inside, we sneak in, we don't need to alert the living people." Losa began to chant after instructing, "After all, it's just a face towel on the face of the dead."

The bodies of Lothar and Kalista became invisible and transparent, and they couldn't be seen without looking carefully. Lothar also gave Kalista a few shields so that she could resist the pressure of those exorcism magic circles.

Lothar and Kalista walked straight in from the pirates of the Hook Gang. Lothar's eyes swept over every pirate. According to the information provided by Tam Kench, Karthus was in the Hook Gang. gang members.

The breaths of life and death are very different, and Lothar quickly finds the target - a guy lying on the ground, covering himself with a blanket.

"Kalista, spear," Lothar ordered.

Kalista raised her spear, and she threw it at the blanket.

A ghost hand suddenly stretched out from the blanket, it stretched very long, grabbed a nearby living person, and pulled over to block the spirit spear.

That man, Lothar, actually knew him. He was a member of the Hook Gang who was collecting money in the blood port. His name was Dubin.

Dubin looked at the soul spear deeply inserted into his chest in confusion. He didn't understand why he was suddenly attacked.

But Dubin's confusion disappeared after only a while, his eyes lit up with fire, his face became extremely contorted and painful, and then he turned his head to look at Lothar: "How did you find me?"

"Puppet..." Lothar knew that Karthus was using magic to control Dubin to talk to him, "You don't need to know how I found it, but you better surrender now, or..."

Kalista raised her second soul spear.

Dubin's skin quickly wrinkled, and his teeth fell one by one, but he was still talking: "Sure enough, Lothar, you are very special, I can't beat you."

Karthus' words sounded weak, but Lothar became more vigilant: "If you know, hurry up..."

"Although I don't like doing this, if you want to win you, you still have to use some despicable means..." Dubin said.

Lothar noticed that Karthus's body had been singing, although the voice was very small, as small as a dream, but Lothar didn't think Karthus would sing for no reason: "What are you singing!"

"You'll find out soon enough."

"Kalista!" Lothar didn't want to talk nonsense with Karthus, he was obviously delaying time.

Kalista was about to throw the spear when another withered ghost hand stretched out from the blanket, clutching something inside.

"Stop!" Lothar shouted to stop Calista.

"Sure enough..." Dubin's life was about to come to an end, his speech became very slow, "your...weakness...obvious...not in vain...take it...from your heart... inside... dig out..."

Lothar glared angrily.

Karthus held an egg in his hand.

A crystal clear egg like ice crystals.

This egg is very fragile, and Lothar can feel its weak life breath like a hairspring. Its eggshell has only a thin layer of ice film, and Karthus can pierce it with whatever he does.

"Let go of it!" Lothar roared, that egg was Lothar's savior, the source of his strength that accompanied him for several years, and his belief at one point.

Anivia, the **** of ice and snow soaring above the Freljord.

"Then you... just go... save it..." Dubin finished the last sentence for Karthus, his body turned into dust and dissipated, and Karthus' ghost hand holding the egg was about to be ruthless. Stabs hard into the eggshell.

"Life and death!" Lothar's eyes were splitting, it was too late, he could only use the shortest and strongest spell he knew.

Lothar's world was suddenly dark, and everything around him disappeared, not even Kalista.

"This is... which..." Lothar looked around in confusion, but there was nothing there, "Karthus! Where are you!"

Bilgewater, Karthus sings more and more faintly.

But there was a hint of joy.

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La... la la la la la...

- unknown song

Chapter four hundred and fortieth final (nine)

"Where is this place?" Lothar couldn't feel anything, his eyes were pitch black, and there was only a hollow cold wind howling in his ears, and he couldn't smell anything, as if the six senses were isolated.

"What happened..." Lothar was a little dizzy, "I used that spell on Karthus...and then..."

Lothar looked around, and now it should be a very urgent situation. Karthus is about to destroy the entire Bilgewater, but Lothar's heart is very calm, as if nothing is disturbed.

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

Another thing appeared beside Lothar. It was a pure white curved stick. Lothar looked at it for a long time and thought about it, only to realize that it was his pure white hunting bow.

"How could I forget it?" Lothar suddenly became nauseated and vomited. He spat out a small ghost from his mouth, and the ghost screamed and disappeared.

"Forbidden spell... So 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, look Come on, my necromantic ability is a lot worse than his necromantic ability, I don't even know if he 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 at all. Directly pointing the way Karthus with the pure white hunting bow would have nowhere to hide.

"But how did he know the function of the pure white hunting bow... That girl told him something was wrong, and I didn't tell the little girl what the pure white hunting bow was for..." Lothar couldn't understand, Karthus seemed to treat him He knows a lot of things well, and it is no surprise that Lothar loses this game, and Bilgewater is about to be turned into a dead place like Shadow Island by Karthus.

"But where am I right now?" Lothar tried to walk around, and as he walked, he seemed to hear a little cry.

A woman's cry.

Lothar went to find the voice, and he saw three women.

The bodies of the women are all mutilated, and no features can be seen on their bodies. Even their faces are blurred, and only their painful crying and inaudible moans can be heard.

"Carl..."

"Karl" Lothar quickly guessed, "Does it mean Karthus... Could they be..."

Lothar walked up to the three women and wanted to reach out and touch them, but their bodies were just illusions, and Lothar could only grasp the nothingness with one hand.

"Is this what Karthus said about her three sisters?" Lothar wasn't sure, but he couldn't think of the possibility of other women.

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. The appearance was also mutilated. They seemed to be being pushed into a big pit, and the bottom of the pit was burning. On fire.

"Is this... a Noxian?" Lothar barely made out some of the people's clothing. He made a detour behind the pit and saw the guys pushing people down.

It was a group of neatly dressed people, with dark robes on their bodies and masks on their faces.

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

"Kinjue..." Lothar recognized the mask, or no one didn't recognize it.

From the most desolate snowfields of the Freljord, to the liveliest fairs in Ionia, from Demacia's Xiongdu Square to the dingy alleys of Bilgewater, Lothar has traveled so many places, no People don't know Kindred exists.

The images of Kindred are not very different from different places. They are both a quiet sheep spirit holding a long bow and a frantic wolf spirit without body and claws. The most special image of Kindred that Lothar has ever seen is in Ionia. , In the local mythology of Ionia, Kindred is a beautiful girl accompanied by a wolf, but even if there are slight differences in the interpretation of Kindred's image in various regions, the divinity of Kindred is not controversial.

grim Reaper.

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

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

"The sheep spirit that bestows rest, brings the wolf spirit that dies..." Lothar heard the masked people chanting in a low voice, "Those who do not have the arrows of the sheep spirit in their chests sleep peacefully, and those who pierce the teeth of the wolf spirits in their necks Can't wait to die..."

"Qianjue..." Lothar said the name softly, "Are these people the Kindred Religion that Karthus mentioned..."

Lothar moved on, and the next phantom was a baby.

The baby was being held by a person who was completely hidden in a cloak. He couldn't see what it looked like, but from his posture, he seemed to be a young girl.

The appearance of the baby in the girl's arms was completely different from the person in front of her. It was very clear, so clear that every hair could be seen clearly.

Lothar stared at the baby, and a familiar feeling arose: "This is... me"

"Ah! Woah!" The baby's cry was very loud, and Lothar wanted to look at the baby for a while, but his instinct told him that he should move on.

Lothar went further, and he saw many illusions again, very chaotic, with huge armors and pale-skinned women, etc., but these were not what Lothar wanted to see, Lothar walked all the way, and he finally came End point - Shadow Island.

Lothar can be sure now, he is in Karthus' memory.

This is the same as when he conquered the Helia treasure house. 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. That incantation does not directly make the undead surrender to him, but connects with Lothar's own spirit, like Resha and Hecarim. An easy-to-understand death that Lothar doesn't even need to know their memories to conquer.

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

Lothar looked at the empty memory around him, just as his state of mind became extremely peaceful, this is exactly what Karthus understood about death: "No..."

Karthus longed for an absolutely peaceful death.

He wants all the living to die and make the world an absolute eternity.

Karthus did not hesitate to forget his past. He could no longer remember the faces of his relatives. The memories of his life became more and more blurred, because all he needed was eternal death. hindrance.

But there was one thing Karthus could not forget, and that was Lothar.

"He said I was Kindred's child..." Lothar started to run back, returning to the memory of the baby.

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

He reached out and gently touched the girl's cloak.

He came across.

Not a phantom, but a real touch.

Lothar knew that what was in front of him was still a phantom, but what he felt was the touch in Karthus' memory, and he once lifted the girl's hood like this.

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

No face.

The girl wears a mask.

Lamb's mask.

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La la la la la la la……

- unknown song