Return of the King - Wraith King Arc

"Friend, this is my most precious thing, you will definitely like it too, it can make you immortal, don't you want to be immortal?"

Pagiliu.

Ostarion had thought that if one day he was going to die, he would rather die before Teenda because he didn't want Teenda to suffer the pain of losing him. In this life, Tyenda has experienced too many such hardships.

When Teenda returns to the Silent Land, he will choose a brave and upright young man from the empire to inherit the empire.

He, on the other hand, will return to the place where he was born with the bones of Teynda and his three children, and stay with them, waiting for fate to call.

Originally, Ostarion had conceived it that way.

It's just Hicks' birth that changes everything.

There is one more person in this world who makes him nostalgic, and Ostariondo hopes to accompany Hicks a little further on the road of life, at least to teach her what kindness is, what courage is, and what family is.

But there was not much time left for him, and Ostarion could feel that his body was aging, as glorious as it might seem, but it was too long.

As a mortal, Ostarion's lifespan has far exceeded that of ordinary people, and the emperor, who is omnipotent on the battlefield and destroys cities, has experienced the peak of his life and began to slowly walk downward.

"Daddy, will you leave me?"

Ostarion finds himself unable to refuse the question, and as a father, he is to keep his promise to give Hicks a full childhood.

The crow watched the uninvited guest warily from the dead branches, and few living creatures dared to pass through the undead in the undead wilderness, and even the Dire race did not like the stench of the place. There are a lot of ignorant fools in the Radiant Continent who don't know the difference between the Dire race and the undead.

The lone walker was clearly aware of the danger here, but he didn't care, his burly body enveloped in a wide black cloak, cold and sharp like a moving reef.

He raised his head, and his eyes were full of the unique fog of the Prisoner Ridge, ordinary people would inhale such a mist, and the corpse spots would appear all over their bodies, if they didn't leave this place in time, they would become unconscious living dead, and the picky black crows would pick some uninfected flesh and blood from the living dead to feast on, so the Prisoner Ridge was full of living dead with mutilated limbs.

But none of this was a threat to him, his eyes passed through the pale blue mist, over the canyon of Prisoner Ridge, across the bloody slaughter grounds, and beyond was a huge shadow, which was the destination of his trip.

The crow stared at the pedestrian, suddenly feeling a great sense of unease, and his intuition told them that it was not food.

The living people who came to Prisoner Hill were not food, they could only be hunters, and the crow flapped its wings irritably, let out a strange cry, kicked off the branches, and flew towards the depths of the mist.

The walker lowered his robe and hat to cover his face and continued on his way.

The living dead around them smelled the breath of the living, and the breath made their remaining memories painful, a past they could never go back to. More and more of the living dead crowded towards the walkers, dragging their mutilated bodies, their entrails hanging from them, and from time to time something like overburned cinders fell from the rotten organs of the maggots, which could not survive. They waved their pale and rotten arms at the walker in ecstasy, trying to get closer, preferably swallowing the breath into their bodies, so that they could linger longer, even though they didn't realize they had no digestive organs.

When the gathering of these living dead had already affected the walkers' progress, the walkers suddenly pulled out the hammer of Thor made by the dwarven master Brooke and Itrie in his waist, and several leaping lightning bolts instantly spread out in all directions, and the living dead immediately turned to ashes as soon as they touched the lightning, and they didn't even have time to howl.

After cleaning up the dregs, the walker re-tied Thor's hammer to his waist, straightened his robe, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

Horn, the heavy bone crusher fell heavily on a stiff corpse, the coagulated blood clot was shaken high and landed on the corner of the mouth of the owner of the bone crusher knife, his crimson tongue flexibly stretched, licking the blood mixed with the corpse into his mouth, and moaning in satisfaction. A few crows landed on his shoulders, searching for food that had been missed.

"What, a stranger got in here?" He heard the crow rustle uneasily in his ear, put down the bone chipper, touched his cheek, which was sewn together by several pieces of human skin, and thought.

Thinking, for his IQ, is a very difficult question, because human skin can be peeled off a corpse, but IQ is such a thing, it seems to disappear with the departure of life, this is the conclusion reached through a large number of experiments, because he has eaten a lot of dead people's brains, cold and delicious, like a food he ate a long time ago, it is said to have been passed down from another plane, what is it called, he patted his head, searched for the word in his limited brain, and suddenly there was a flash of inspiration, tofu. Yes, that's it, the human brain is the same as tofu, slippery and very delicious, his favorite way to eat is to saw the human head from above, and then hold it up like drinking water, and drink the human brain in one gulp, thinking of this he can't help but leave a thick smell of saliva, looking for his saw everywhere, completely forgetting what he was just thinking.

The burly and resolute figure walked out of the cold and secluded canyon of the Prisoner Ridge, spotless on its dark robes, and next to the Prisoner Ridge was the Slaughter Field, a cursed place, where corpses would be turned out of the ground every day, and no one knew where the corpses came from, and no one knew where the corpses that turned out of the dirt ended up. Compared to Prisoner Ridge, the Slaughter Ground is a place that all races don't want to set foot in, and everything here makes people feel uncomfortable. It is supposed to be a cursed place between life and death, and after the souls of those corpses have been summoned away in various ways, the remaining corpses have been sent here in an eerie manner.

The walker saw the corpses everywhere under his feet, and lay there motionless, without slowing down, hurried past them, and the earth not far away kept tumbling, and new corpses appeared.

It's such an unforgettable place that I don't want to remember.

"Hey, you're the walker that the crow said you were, right?"

There was someone talking here.

The walker looked up and saw a monster talking to him on a tall platform in the distance. His appearance reminds the walker of a rag doll that was broken by his daughter.

When the spell released by her daughter accidentally ruined the rag doll, she would be clever enough to find some materials to repair the rag doll, and the repaired rag doll always looked a little weird, giving people a sense of misalignment.

This monster is an enlarged rag doll, and the material he uses to repair his body should be made of local materials.

The walker took one look, but he didn't want to take a second look, and turned his head to ignore the monster's greeting.

"Hehe, my temper is as smelly and hard as these corpses."

A hook chain poked out of the platform and flew straight towards the walker.

The walker dashed forward for a short distance before dodging the hook.

The hook hooked a corpse that had just been turned out of the dirt and dragged it back to the high platform. The monster twisted off the corpse's head, slapped the skull open, poured the brain inside into his mouth, and wiped the stains on the corner of his mouth after drinking it, after all, there are outsiders, he has to pay attention to the appearance.

The walker stood there, his hand pressed on his waist, and said in a low voice, "I am not your enemy, don't meddle with things." ”

"I just want to bring you closer and have a chat, I haven't spoken to anyone in this place for a long time." The monster laughed.

"My name is Peggy, what's your name?" The monster introduced himself.

The walker did not answer, but did not go any further.

"Looks like a big guy." After Pudge said this, he was suddenly deeply moved by his wisdom.

The walker has grasped the handle of Thor's hammer.

"Don't be nervous, I really just want to talk." Pudge waved the chain hook and boning knife as she explained earnestly to the walker.

The walker said, "I don't have time to chat with you, I'm leaving." ”

Peggy stood up anxiously and said to the walker, "Friend, why are you going in that direction, what are you looking for?" ”

The walker walked back forward, saying as he went, "You don't need to know. ”

Pudge jumped off the ground and ran towards the Walker, the slaughter ground shaken by his heavy body, and it seemed that he hadn't thought about his weight when mending his body.

The walker stood still, Thor's hammer, which terrified the undead, leaped with thunder in his hands.

Pudge doesn't seem to realize the power of Mjolnir, and still maintains a high-speed running posture.

The walker couldn't bear it, and unleashed the thunderbolt energy of Thor's hammer.

Pudge was struck directly in the chest by lightning that was thicker than his arm, and with thick black smoke coming out of his mouth, he sat on the ground and muttered, "Friend, your weapon seems to be very powerful." Then he got up again, cautiously approaching the Walker, obviously not too afraid of Thor's hammer, but not wanting to upset the Walker again.

The walker frowned and asked, "Aren't you an undead?" ”

Peggy patted his head in displeasure and responded, "How can I be an undead creature, look at my intelligent brain." ”

The walker hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then how do you maintain this body?" Did any necromancer bless you with any special magic? ”

Seeing that the walker was interested in chatting, Peggy happily took out a jar made of human skulls from behind his buttocks, held it up in front of him and said to the walker, "Look, whenever I feel like my body is about to collapse, eat a little bit of what is here, and then I'll be fine." ”

Pudge opened the lid of the jar, and several dark green wraith powers floated out of it.

Pudge then explained, "It's very rare in the Slaughterlands, and it took me a long time to collect two jars. ”

Walkers naturally know about this thing, but they have only heard about it, and this kind of evil thing can only be born in a cursed place like the Slaughterlands.

Pudge carefully scooped up the wraith power that was about to float to the ground and put it back into the skull jar, the thick felt hair on his palm was stained with some residual power, he stretched out his crimson tongue and licked the wraith power into his mouth cautiously and expectantly, and then the huge and ugly body trembled with happiness, and the walker worried that Padge's simple stitched body would suddenly fall apart.

It took a long time for Peggy to return to normal, of course, by the standard of the Slaughterland.

Peggy let out a long sigh and said, "Friend, do you want to have some, but I have to warn you that you can only taste a little at a time, and if you are greedy, you will be like me." Pudge pointed to her scribbling body.

The walker stared at the jar of skulls in Peggy's hand, as if thinking about something.

"Whoa." Peggy handed the skull jar to the walker, "I've given it to you." ”

The walker was taken aback and said, "This thing is very precious to you, why did you give it to me?" ”

Pudge bared his criss-crossed teeth and smiled, "Aren't we friends?" ”

The walker shook his head, turned away, and muttered to himself, "Idiot. ”

Pudge followed with a heavy belly and said, "Friend, this is my most precious thing, you will definitely like it too, it can make you immortal, don't you want to be immortal?" ”

The walker stopped and said, "But I don't want to use this method!" ”

Pudge's limited intelligence simply can't comprehend the true meaning of the Walker's words, and only knows to hold his most precious things in his hands, as sincere as a kind child sharing his candy with a friend.

The walker took off his robe and hat, and his majestic appearance and stern eyes forced him to look at Puji.

Still unafraid, Peggy shoved the skull jar in front of the walker.

The walker cursed grumblingly, "Damn, is this the arrangement of fate?" ”

He took the skull jar and left without looking back.

Peggy smiled and stood there watching the new friend leave. When the walker was about to disappear into the fog, he suddenly thought of something and shouted at the walker, "Hey, friend, you haven't told me yet, what's your name?" ”

A walker's voice came from afar: "Just call me Wraith Emperor." ”

"Oh, what a great name, I'll just say it's a big shot." Pudge smiled happily.