Seeing the fountain of life, Lucian, who had always been bitter and full of sorrow, became a rare indignation and responded-for-tat to Yorick.

"If good and evil are defined by deeds, you are fulfilling justice by instructing the imp to steal my fountain of life?"

"According to you, it is better to save a living person who does not know whether it is good or bad with these holy waters than to put it on a dead soul to rot! You undead are not worthy to use the Fountain of Life! Yorick replied righteously: "And they are only at my behest, and the fault lies with me, what does it have to do with them." ”

"You mean accomplices don't have to bear legal responsibility, do you?" Lucian's eyes narrowed, like a dangerous beast.

"Stop!"

In front of him, the mutual spray that transcended life and death made Jeno unbearable, and in the tense atmosphere, he suddenly threw a punch at the stone platform, and the huge sound startled everyone.

Looking again, a corner of the stone platform was smashed by his iron fist.

Poor wounded......

Seeing that the two finally stopped fighting each other, Jeno paused for a moment and said, "Our ultimate goal is to lift the curse, so can you give me a face?" Let's keep quiet first, let me mediate this dispute, I will answer whoever I ask, as long as the misunderstanding is clear, it will definitely be resolved. ”

From the conversation just now, it can be seen that Yorick and Lucian have very different philosophies about the undead.

The former wants to use the undead to lift the curse and defeat the dead with the dead; And the latter is to kill them all, leaving no one behind.

In fact, they just chose different paths for the same result, for no other reason, their respective circumstances and abilities are different, so their practices are naturally very different.

But they all have one thing in common - they have to use the curse in order to lift it!

The only difference is that one is to use one's own curse, and the other is to use the curse of others.

Jeno followed this line of thought to persuade the two, let the two summarize their experiences, and break through the prejudice and estrangement between the two.

In the end, although the two people still rejected each other, they still understood each other's approach.

In line with the idea that "they are all poor people who have been forced out, or if it is already so difficult, don't embarrass each other", the two forgave each other.

The glass bottle was returned to Lucian's hands, and as a condition, Lucian agreed to give a little fountain of life to help the wounded on the stone platform.

By Jeno's hands, a drop of spring water is placed on the incision in the shoulder, and a drop is placed on the corroded face.

The fountain of life is worthy of being the fountain of life, one drop refreshes the mind, two drops never get tired, and three drops are immortal...... (False.)

Anyway, after two drops, the injured person's breath immediately stabilized, and the wound began to heal slowly, but he didn't wake up so quickly.

Taking advantage of this time, Jeno asked again the details that had not been clarified just now.

"Yorick, Lucian destroyed your Mistwalker because of a failed negotiation, but why did he rob him of the spring?"

It was not a difficult question to answer, and Yorick immediately replied: "At first, I thought that Lucian was a powerful and evil undead like Hecarim, and I didn't know that he still relied on the fountain of life to maintain human consciousness, so I had planned to steal the spring water from him, because I thought it would be a tyrannical thing to let an undead keep something so precious. But after I sent four Mist Walkers to no avail, I put the idea aside for the time being. ”

"Until I met this guy." Yorick pointed to the wounded man on the stone platform: "I picked him up in the wasteland, and I want to save him, because he obviously didn't act alone, and by saving him, I can save more people, and I can also use the fresh flesh that may exist to make more fogwalkers." But I only have the last drop left in the fountain of life, and if I save him, I will be swallowed by the black mist......"

Yorick himself has a glowing crystal bottle, imbued with Jeno's incomparably familiar aura.

As he said, there really was only the last bit of the fountain of life inside.

"This prompted me to get into Lucian's bottle again, so I sent the last few Mistwalkers to ambush him this time, hoping to use his spring water to save the man......"

Yorick sighed and looked at the injured man, the unconscious man did not know how much Yorick had paid to save him.

Lucian nodded silently, indicating that he could understand.

"I see, but there's still something I can't figure out! It's your privacy, I'm not sure if I should ask......" Jeno hesitated.

"Ask, I'm glad to have a living person to talk to me."

"In that case, then I'll ask." He looked at the crystal bottle that Yorick fiddled with in his hand and asked in a deep voice, "Your bottle was originally filled with spring water, right, but now there is only a little bit left of it, which means that you have used it many times." It can't be sealed so tightly and evaporate out of thin air, right? ”

"Before you came, I used it to save some living people. But it's been so long ago that I can't remember it well. ”

"Is that really all there is to it? As far as I know, this crystal bottle isn't unique to you, is it? What did you do with all that spring water, or what you call 'tears of life' or 'holy spring water' in your words? ”

Yorick suddenly lowered his head, buried his unshaven gray face under his hood, and sorrow welled up in his face.

"Actually, at the beginning of the cataclysm, there were hundreds of monks in the Twilight Brotherhood to which I belonged who wore the same crystal bottles as me, and these bottles gave us another duty besides burying the dead - saving lives. I haven't forgotten it to this day. ”

"When the cataclysm happened, everyone in the temple threw away the crystal bottle because they couldn't bear the curse, and let the black mist consume them. I'm the only one who survived the pain of corruption because of my talent. I didn't expect that this talent, who had followed me since I was a child and made me ostracized, would save my life at such a time. ”

"The chill is coming......," Lucian sighed, a talent that allowed Yorick to see and communicate with souls.

Yorick shook his head and smiled bitterly, the past unbearable.

"When I was burying my fellow disciples, I took the opportunity to collect their bottles and keep them to save the survivors. But the black storm was far more violent than I had imagined, and many days after the cataclysm, I walked around the area without seeing a single living person. Later, hunger came belatedly. I rummaged through the cabinets and ate all the food, but I never got enough until I was left with these fountains of life. ”

"Huh...... I was pained to find that I had to drink their relics to survive in this endless shadow world...... And when I drank almost all the spring water, leaving only this one bottle on me, something strange happened......"