Out of curiosity, Jeno cautiously turned to the front of the figure to observe it.

The illusory face was reverent, bowing its head and clasping its palms together as if in prayer, and from the details of its body, it can be inferred that this figure was once a seeker of knowledge, and perhaps the last thing he did in his life was to pray for the safety of this catastrophe, but he was still cursed to take his life, and for centuries he only knew to repeat useless prayers.

Because he had expected it, he wasn't frightened when he discovered the identity of his undead.

It's just that he still wonders why this undead spirit didn't show a desire for the living.

"I'll talk to it." Yorick took the initiative to stand up: "Ask the deceased for directions, and lead us out of the Hall of Connection." ”

"I'll leave it to you." Jeno nodded.

When everyone's attention was on the undead, a pair of ghostly eyes in the black mist quietly selected the target.

The song that had been haunting Elise's ears suddenly changed its tone, and it was no longer empty and incomprehensible.

It became an elegy for the lost soul, and although Elise resisted it, the rhythm of the elegy still moved her with something she couldn't refuse.

Tears poured out of her eyes and ran down her beautiful cheeks, feeling that there was a deep well hidden in her heart, and the well hid endless sorrow.

"Let me set you free."

The voice in her head was cold and dead, it was the voice of a dead man.

The sound conjures up images of carts full of corpses on iron-trimmed wheels and knives carving yet another death mark on the cane.

She had often seen such people in the alleys of the almshouses in the slums of the Immortal Fortress, they were from the Qianjue Order, and their position was to collect the corpses, responsible for storing the bodies of the dead, and the death marks were only used for counting.

The black mist was surging, and Elise found that she had broken away from the group, and the black mist seemed to be able to absorb the sound, and she could still hear Jeno's conversation before she was in a trance, and just for a moment's attention, there was a dead silence around her.

She saw the spirits grieving over her head like the harmony of death's chorus.

Then, the imaginary cart man really passed through the black fog and appeared in front of her.

He was burly, broad-shouldered, and wore a tattered overcoat, like a priest from ancient times.

The black and red coat made Elise feel a little familiar, because it was the color of Noxus.

"You're a ghost of Noxus?" Elise asked.

"Yes, we met in a foreign land, my name is Karthas. Lady Elise, I am here for you. Karthas said as he waved his cane and bowed respectfully.

"What are you doing here? I don't want to see guests today. Karthas's pointed hat instinctively made Elise take a half-step back, and she kept her aristocratic demeanor and calm, but her voice was full of wariness.

"Don't refuse, I'll set you free."

"Freedom......" Elise swallowed.

Freely! What a tempting word......

"Whether you are a nobleman or a pauper, a slave owner or a prisoner, all your actions during your lifetime are purchased and sold after death, and all are equal. Lady Elise, I know that you have suffered from slavery, and I can help you burn it. ”

Karthas opened his hand, and the palm of his hand burned like a fallen star.

In the blink of an eye, the word for freedom changed to death.

"You better accept this gift yourself." Elise had a fierce look in her eyes, and she controlled the spider to stab the other party first.

The spider claw stabbed Karthas, but it pierced through without causing any damage.

She immediately understood that the undead in front of her was not something she could deal with, but it was too late.

"You are alive." Karthas said, shaking his head. "You are afraid of what you don't understand, and you may even refuse to have a good thing delivered to your door automatically because of it."

The monster floated closer and closer, his staff glowing with a faint white glow that lit up Elise's face.

The dark fire at the top of his palm flickered, and the black mist moved with it. Many faces emerged from the mist, all of which Elise had offered to the spider god, who were supposed to live with their face staff

The wraith towered before her, the dead members of the Order standing beside him, their soul forms clearly outlined in the light of the cane's fire.

Once they were trapped by themselves, and they died in agony. But now their faces were peaceful, as if the years after death were quiet, and everyone had their wishes.

They seduced Elise in this way, and as Karthas sang the requiem in unison, the elegy became a chorus, which grew higher and louder, and the intention conveyed became clearer.

Tempt this Elise to join them.

"Death is not terrible, Lady Elise." Karthas said. "Death frees you from all suffering, it makes your vision beyond the earthly things, and it allows you to see the glory of eternal life. Please embrace the beauty and miracle of death. Give up your life, you don't need it......"

Karthus's eulogy was so sad and poignant that Elise burst into tears.

She saw the beauty of death far beyond her fragile skin.

Immortal, eternal.

Seeing that Elise's last psychological defense line was successfully broken, Karthhas stretched out his hand, and the fire in his hand began to magnify, gradually surrounding her.

She screamed and endured as the nether fire scorched her soul and burned through her blood.

As the fire burned through Elise's skin, her soul flowed out like a stream.

She suddenly came to her senses, and she tried her best to resist the flames that could tear apart the spirit flesh.

"Why don't you let your soul fly?" Karthas said dissatisfiedly, and the sharp nails that were about to make a mark on the cane suddenly froze.

"Let the fire burn your skin to ashes." Karthas sang again: "You don't feel pain, you don't feel fear, you don't feel the desire to feel anything, you just want to pursue the beauty that I am about to show you." Wonder and spectacle await you, tell me, why don't you crave this ecstasy? ”

"The beauty I want has been firmly held in the palm of my hand. And you, but I can't hold it, let it drain through my fingers...... I don't agree with what you're looking for, I'm just a layman, I only love my skin! ”

Elise let out a bone-chilling screech from the flames, a screech that added to a harmonious chorus and severely ruined the mood of Karthus's chanting.

He stared at Elise, whose fire vanished with her abrupt scream, and even he, the undead, felt eerie.

When Elise opened her eyes and looked at her again, Karthhas felt that the way the other person looked at her had completely changed.

became a different person.

That's the way the hunter looks at his prey.

"I found you! Kartass. ”