Lothar didn't know how long he had been chasing him. He began to notice that his soul's power was weakening. Like his body, his soul also had a limit. If he continued to chase this way, Lothar's soul would collapse.

Even if Lothar could summon the black mist to fill his body, it would not be a long-term solution, like a blood transfusion to drink medicinal soup.

"Do you want to give up?" Lothar was very unwilling. He originally came here to find a **** of death, but he didn't expect to find the greatest of the gods of death, Kindred, his mother.

Lothar didn't want to give up seeing Qian Jue, he had a lot of questions to ask Qian Jue, how she was born, why did she abandon herself and so on.

Lothar knew that if he gave up today and let Qian Jue run away, he would definitely regret it, so even if his spiritual body was damaged, he had to chase after him with all his might.

But it was in vain after all, and it was still difficult for Lamb to catch up.

Lothar's spiritual body has not yet reached its limit, but despair has already arisen in his heart.

"Am I going to miss her?" Lothar didn't want to, and didn't want to. "How could I miss her... wait..."

Lothar suddenly thought of something.

Seeing Qian Jue was so excited that Lothar lost his ability to think calmly for a while. Lothar is not a person who is used to thinking calmly. His ability in this area currently exists in someone in Piltover, but it may be a pursuit Too tired, Lothar finally realized that something was wrong.

That was the sense of disobedience that Lothar had always had.

Qian Jue is a twin, never separated, so since the sheep spirit is here, why can't the wolf spirit be seen alone?

Lothar seemed to understand something.

Instead of chasing, he took the initiative to slow down, and finally even stopped.

Then, Lamb also stopped.

Lothar suddenly felt a pain in his neck, as if he had been bitten by something.

When he looked back, a huge white wolf head bit him, and the wolf head's eyes were full of irritability and displeasure: "Run! Lamb! Run! Anyone who stops will die!"

"Sure enough..." Seeing the wolf spirit appearing, Lothar understood.

It wasn't that he was chasing the sheep spirit just now, but the wolf spirit chasing him.

The sheep spirit and the wolf spirit are still and move. This is the characteristic of Qian Jue. The idea of ​​Lothar wanting to chase the sheep spirit is always wrong. The sheep spirit can never be chased, just like the wolf spirit can always hunt down its prey. Such is the relationship with sheep.

"Dear hungry wolf, don't bite him." At this moment, Lamb Spirit turned around.

She was a blue-haired girl with a mask and a pair of small horns on her head. I saw her carrying a bow, walking lightly and jumping before Lothar's eyes.

"I'm hungry! I'm hungry! My dear lamb! I want to eat him!" The wolf spirit was still biting Lothar, if not for Lothar's body shield, it would have been bitten to pieces by the wolf spirit.

"Dear Hungry Wolf, he is not the one who deserves to die." The sheep spirit gently touched Lothar's head. Lothar's whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and the intimacy surged up like the sea. Lothar almost drowned in this sudden happiness. among.

After all, the wolf spirit reluctantly let go, the white wolf head turned to Lothar, and the wolf spirit stared at Lothar for a while, then suddenly grinned: "It's you! Cub! Wolf cub! The cuckoo is dead! The cuckoo is dead!"

"Dear hungry wolf, don't scare him." Sheepling soothed the incoherent wolf spirit, who had no idea what he was talking about, and then took off his mask.

The true face of the blue-haired girl is very childish and beautiful, and it is impossible to use adjectives like Jueyan to describe the appearance of Lamb Spirit, but her peaceful and quiet temperament directly penetrates Lothar's heart.

After going through the incidents of Ahri, Cassiopeia and Lilia, Lothar knew that appearance is meaningless in this place. Small animals can transform into human form at will, so the real meaning is the human spirit. Nature.

Lothar took a deep breath, then looked at the sheep spirit: "You are my mother, right?"

"Mother! Mom! Mother! Meaningless words! Meaningless placenta!" The wolf spirit was howling with meaningless words again. As a frantic wolf, everything he said was incomprehensible.

Sheepling smiled, her face did not fluctuate at all, and even made people feel unreal: "The word mother is difficult to define, but if you mean whether I am the one who created you, then dear little Wolf, yes, I am."

"Little Wolf..." Lothar didn't expect Lamb Spirit to call himself by his and Ashe's child's nickname, but this was not the focus of his concern, "I want to know, how did you create me."

Sheepling suddenly got very close to Lothar, her clear eyes almost touched Lothar's eyelashes: "In your eyes, there are the sun and the moon."

"Sun! Spicy! Unpalatable! Moon! Sweet! Delicious!" The wolf spirit was talking nonsense again.

"This is another of my abilities." Lothar sniffed, he didn't smell any scent on Lamb, she was so pure that she didn't get contaminated with anything on her body, "His name is Luo Thirty, and he was once lost from my body. , now united with me, he has the approval of the sun and the moon in the sky, and has their power."

"Then why didn't you see your birth?"

"Because my birth took place out of the reach of sunlight and moonlight."

Yang Ling blinked, she took a step back and said, "Well, I'll tell you."

Lothar didn't expect the sheep spirit to talk so well. Although Qianjue is also a god, compared with other gods known to Lothar, Qianjue seems to be very indifferent, and doesn't need anything and doesn't care about anything.

I saw Yang Ling raise her hand gently, her hand is very small, it fits her petite body.

I saw a wisp of wind caught by Yangling, then a flower petal, a pinch of soil, a drop of dew, a cloud thread... Yangling grabbed several things in a row, and finally mixed them together and kneaded them into a The appearance of a little wolf: "Okay."

"Okay?" Lothar looked at the wolf-shaped puppet in Yangling's hand in astonishment, completely unable to imagine that he was born like this, "Can it move?"

"No." Qian Jue handed the puppet to the wolf spirit, and the wolf spirit stared at it, bit it, and kept grinding his teeth, "Your appearance... is an accident."

Lothar listened quietly.

"We are the gods of death." Sheepling looked at the wolf spirit, "We are mother's most special child."

"Mother...Mother of Masks?" Lothar knew who the mother was referring to.

The mother of masks.

The mother of all gods of death.

"It seems that you know her." Sheepling smiled, "Every time the mother makes a mask, a **** of death will be born, but the masks of me and the wolf are one and the same, this is the power that other gods of death do not have, so we became the **** of death for the vast majority of people."

Lothar understands this. Kindred's position in the world's beliefs is irreplaceable. Kindred is synonymous with the **** of death. Almost all civilizations believe in and revere this **** of death, and take it for granted that there is only one **** of death, but in fact It's just that the other gods of death are not strong enough.

"But the **** of death will also die." Sheepling murmured, "When the **** of death is forgotten by all living beings, the **** of death will die.

will die. "

Lothar listened silently.

"He came to kill the **** of death, the vulture, the **** of death with the mask of the vulture." Yang Ling said, "When I learned this, I was very scared, I didn't want to be forgotten, I didn't want to, so I chose to let an existence forever Don't forget me, my child."

Lothar's eyes widened: "You created me so that I won't forget you? Then why did you give me to others, so that I don't know that you are my mother?"

Sheepling looked at Lothar: "This place is very special, it is the place where the souls of the dead return, and at the same time it is an extension of the spiritual realm. Everything that happened here is not unbelievable. I pinched you out and accompany you every day. Move, and finally you move, and like those little foxes, little snakes, and little deer, you become a part of this place."

"The name I gave you!" Wolf Spirit said proudly.

Lothar understood where he came from, but he wanted to know more: "What happened later?"

"Later..." Yang Ling said, "You were targeted by vultures."

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What should not exist must be erased.

- Vulture

Chapter seven hundred and seventy-fifth the past

"The vulture... is staring at me?" Lothar had difficulty understanding what Lamb said.

Sheepling said: "I didn't know the existence of vultures, but one day, I witnessed it kill a forgotten **** of death."

The wolf spirit suddenly roared: "Vultures! Vultures! Enemies! Sharp beaks! Heartless eyes! The Forsaken fall into nothingness!"

Lamb Ling put his hand on Wolf Spirit: "We are afraid, for the first time in our lives... We are afraid... We don't want to be forgotten."

Lothar pondered: "You are the gods of death that the whole world believes in. There have been traces of you being sung about since the beginning of civilization. How could you be forgotten? You will definitely exist forever."

"When people no longer fear life and death, of course we will die." Yang Ling said, "Eternity is a time that is much longer than you think, in such a long time, any small probability event It can all be seen as inevitable, so the day we will be forgotten will come, maybe a long, long time away, but it will come.”

Lothar could not refute, eternity is really a too grand concept, when time is stretched infinitely long, no matter how impossible things are, there is indeed a possibility of happening.

"We were afraid, so we wanted us not to be forgotten." Lamb touched Lothar's face lightly, "so we created you here, here is the boundary between life and death, it is easy to create new One thought, one song is enough. I made you look like, dear wolf clamored to make you look like it, so I made you a wolf, but not a wolf, It is a creation that carries the hearts of sheep and wolves at the same time, and I intend to give you the power of death so that you can survive anywhere."

Lothar asked again: "Since this is the case, then I was no different from the little fox, the little white snake and the little deer I met just now?"

"Yes."

"Then why did the vultures stare at me and not them?"

"Because of us." Lamb Spirit said, "Death never allows anything to be eternal, everything must die, so when the vulture found out that we hope to achieve eternity through you, it was angry."

Lothar understood.

Kindred's intention to create him is to give himself an insurance. As long as Lothar does not forget Kindred, Kindred will not be killed by vultures, but this is obviously cheating, or it goes against the rules of the world.

So the vultures set their sights on Lothar.

"The vulture won't kill us for the time being, because we still have the responsibility of the **** of death." Lamb continued, "but it can't tolerate our vain attempt to live forever, so it will definitely get rid of you."

The wolf spirit suddenly interjected: "Despicable! Evil! Degenerate!"

"Don't be afraid, dear wolf." The sheep spirit once again appeases the wolf spirit, just like the legend, a quiet sheep can always control a frantic wolf.

"Then how did I survive in the end?" Lothar looked at Sheepling's profile. Although that face was smiling, Lothar always felt that she was more inhumane than Diana.

"We finally gave up." Yang Ling said, "We gave up hope of perpetuity because we don't want you to die."

Lothar was silent.

"The wolves and I have been taking lives, this is our mission, this is our destiny."

Lamb Ling put his hand on Lothar's face gently, "You are the first life we ​​created. Evil Wolf and I have never felt this way... this feeling of cherishing something."

Lothar's eyes widened.

"Don't get me wrong, this is not a mother's or a father's love." Lamb Ling smiled, "We just don't want to see you disappear."

Lothar sighed slightly, the deity in front of him was too strong, and it was difficult to evaluate and restrain him with the emotions of mortals.

"So you abandoned me?" asked Lothar.

"We found the body of a dead Ionian baby, and we hid you in that body, temporarily hiding it from the vultures, so that it couldn't find you."

"Dead Ionian baby?" Lothar mused. "No wonder I look Ionian...but that baby...is it..."

"Later, we went to Noxus and found a very talented necromancer. There were very few necromancers, and they were completely lost, but that person had a deep understanding of death, but he did not learn necromancy. So we taught him some Ouchen language." Yang Ling said.

"I see." Lothar nodded, which matched what he knew from Karthus.

"At our request, he resurrected you." Sheepling said, "Your soul and body are one, but you also lose the qualification to become a **** of death. You who have a body are no longer immortal, but a mortal person. , the vultures will no longer want to kill you."

"Then why do you still abandon me?" Lothar sighed, "Since I'm not immortal, I can still stay by your side."

"No." Yang Ling said, "You are too fragile, and the wolves and I have been hunting and killing, you can't keep up with us, and we won't take care of you. We think it seems good to throw you into the human society. I gave you to that necromancer."

Lothar understood.

After learning about his life experience, Lothar felt much calmer than he thought.

"Maybe I was ready to hear worse things from the beginning," Lothar thought.

Lothar rationalized his thoughts: "The last question, I want to know why I am in the Freljord since you handed me over to Karthus?"

"We don't know this." Yang Ling said directly, "After you become a mortal, everything about you has nothing to do with us anymore. You should ask that necromancer."

"If only he remembered..." Lothar really didn't know how he got to the Freljord. There seemed to be some secrets hidden in it, so Karthus simply deleted this memory directly. , Lothar has no way of knowing.

"Okay, that's all I want to know about my life experience." Lothar finally glanced at Lamb with a complicated expression. The **** of death in front of him could hardly describe her as Lothar's mother, because she did not have a mother. Of any character, Lothar was neither born to her nor loved by her, because she is the **** of death, and she cannot love.

Lothar finally thought about it and said, "Do you know Shadow Island?"

"I know." Yang Ling said.

"Dirty place!" the wolf spirit roared, "The snake lives in the bird's nest! Eat up all the eggs!"

For the first time, Yang Ling's expression changed, and the smile gradually faded: "That's a place that shouldn't exist, people who have died stay in the material realm, interfering with life in the material realm, and one day, the dead souls there will be killed. banished to the underworld."

"But the underworld is not very peaceful," said Lothar.

"We don't intervene in the underworld." Yang Ling and the wolf spirit said in unison, and then Yang Ling said, "No matter how much turmoil the Tin Woodman makes in the underworld, I don't care, I only care about changing the Shadow Island. back to the way it was."

"I understand your position." Lothar said, "But the Shadow Island has been opened by a gap, which was caused by a huge explosion of magical energy thousands of years ago, tearing the space, and now I want to fill this gap. Space requires much more energy than that explosion."

"That's why the Shadow Island can survive until now." Yang Ling said, "All the gods of death want to make the Shadow Island disappear, including the Mother of Masks and the Vulture, but the **** of death will only bring death, and we are not qualified to meddle with powerful magical powers. Something has to be left to someone else to do.”

"I have a little clue about this matter, I can do it." Rosa said, "But I have one condition, I need to tell the mother of masks."

Yang Ling tilted her head slightly: "Is this why you are looking for me? Do you want to see your mother?"

"You are the most powerful **** of death, and only you have the most hope of taking me to see the Mother of Masks." Rosa said.

"What conditions do you want to put on your mother?" Yang Ling asked.

"I need a mask." Lothar pointed to the mask in Sheepling's hands, "A mask of death, which allows me to enter and exit the underworld freely."

"You want to be a **** of death?"