The grand party of the howling swamp was carried out in an orderly manner in the song of death, and the song of Karthas was full of pathos and desolation, and Wu Wenxu could hear that he was conveying a kind of faith, a kind of nostalgia and remembrance of his deceased friend.

In general, he is a singer with a lot of connotation, even if he can only sing this song, Wu Wenxu has no way of knowing whether his friend is really from the earth, anyway, the death requiem can't erase himself, it's better to just close his eyes and enjoy it.

"Hey! My dear Nemha, remember when you first stepped into the swamp as a freckled lad with a freckled face, just right. ”

"What? You say you're missing your family? No, no, your family won't want to see you anymore, you're already a skeleton, and you'll stay in this swamp forever because you're my lovely work of art. ”

"Senor, put your head away, and don't show me the disgusting maggots in there. Have you forgotten that the reason why you cut off your head in the first place was just to make you have a good attitude? ”

"Lerne ......"

Karthas's voice was sometimes gentle, sometimes serious, sometimes eerie and terrifying, as for the number of death slaves howling in the swamp, Wu Wenxu did not know, but he vaguely remembered that he had listened to Karthas's chanting all night, and when he opened his eyes, the sky was already bright.

", you kid is still alive." The Eternal Nightmare returned, and his voice was thick with weariness.

Wu Wenxu heard the voice of the nightmare, and wanted to sneer at him, but when he turned around, his eyes were about to pop out of his eyes.

Nightmare's smooth body was full of pitted scars, the pitch-black claws on his wrists were also shattered and no longer complete, there was a deep scar torn from his chest to his jaw, and there was a fist-sized hole in the shoulder blade of his left arm, Wu Wenxu even saw the black flesh rolled up, and looking back from the hole, he could vaguely see bushes and swamps.

"Who beat you like this?" Wu Wenxu stared at the nightmare with cracked eyes, and for a while, all the resentment against Mo Teng turned into nothing, and was replaced by a monstrous anger.

Wu Wenxu's eyes were red, and the fire element in his body began to riot, and he was about to be unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

This guy was originally wandering, but at this moment, he actually shook his way when he walked, which was extremely funny, like an old man in the twilight. You could see that he was trying to stabilize his body, as if he would fall to the ground if he was not careful.

Nightmare laughed a few times, and a large black liquid squirted out of his eyes, and as soon as these liquids touched the air, they swished and dissipated, he wiped his eyes and said, "Ben, Uncle Ben went to see a friend, you little... It's okay, it's okay, it's something he asked me to give you......"

The hands of the Eternal Nightmare trembled violently. He tried to let go of his palm, and in an instant, a snow-white ring appeared in Wu Wenxu's eyes.

The ring seemed to be made of nature, pure and gorgeous, with three long sharp lines dividing the ring, as if it were an impassable strait, and suddenly three high mountains were erected, and where the peaks converged, was a small white skeleton.

"Boom, Lord Moteng, I'm afraid I'll have to rest for a few months, the howling swamp is safe, boy, you, do it yourself." The moment Wu Wenxu's finger pinched the ring, the nightmare turned into a thin black mist and was never seen again.

Wu Wenxu's eyeballs were still staring, why was the nightmare seriously injured? And why did he give himself this ring?

Anger and confusion filled his heart, but when he tried to call out to Mo Teng, he couldn't find any induction, Eternal Nightmare was extremely seriously injured this time, Wu Wenxu vaguely felt that this guy seemed to be seriously injured because of himself.

Thinking of this, the corners of the boy's eyebrows tightened as if they were tied in a dead knot, he still relied too much on nightmares these days! Although the black bald man seems to be disgusting, Wu Wenxu is actually clear about himself.

If it weren't for the care of the Eternal Nightmare these days, how could the steps be so safe and distant.

Fortunately, Mo Teng is immortal, as long as he absorbs the nightmare, he can gradually recover his body, and if he is so seriously injured by an ordinary person, how can he have so much life.

Wu Wenxu smiled, his face became serious, I am afraid I can't count how much affection I owe him, but these kindnesses will be returned to him one day with interest.

After fiddling with the ring in his hand for a while, Wu Wenxu put it on his index finger, although the doubts in his heart lingered, but the top priority was to get out of the howling swamp, and without the nightmare, he could no longer delay here.

"Huh?" Wu Wenxu raised his hand in astonishment, "What about the ring?" The skull ring that was still on his finger a moment ago turned into nothing like a ghost, and Wu Wenxu turned his palm over and over in horror, and he couldn't find its shadow anymore.

It's weird. Wu Wenxu shrunk his neck and broke out in a cold sweat.

The dense fog dissipated, the line of sight was no longer obstructed, Wu Wenxu would not fall into the swamp again, in the spirit of preferring to observe for a minute rather than rush for a second, Wu Wenxu safely crossed countless swamps.

In retrospect, that night was really like a dream, ethereal and ethereal.

It was unbelievable that Karthas had let himself go so easily, and all the time he had seen no living creature except for the horror he had sliced through the flames, and Kartha's ethereal English songs, and after that the whole howling swamp fell silent again.

"You can't look around in the howling swamp, you have to keep an eye on your step."

Wu Wenxu stopped his feet, looked at the front of his feet again, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead in an instant. Just one step ahead of his feet was a hidden swamp covered with shallow shrubs, and if it weren't for the man's reminder, he would have fallen into the swamp if he hadn't been careless.

Wait, people?

This time, cold sweat no longer oozed from his forehead, Wu Wenxu raised his palm violently, and a blazing flame was already floating from his fingertips.

Looking sideways, there was a tall figure on the left, leaning against the dead tree, covering half of the dead tree, he was wearing a fiery red robe like a bishop, and a golden helmet on his head, like a king who was not angry and arrogant, he was holding a green book peacefully, and his eyes under the blue and yellow mask did not take his eyes off the book for a moment.

This is already the outer edge of the howling swamp, the interference of black magic particles is minimal, and looking ahead, it is even more towering into the clouds and the endless snow-capped mountains, and the cold current in the north blows the miasma, sweeping the yellow mist completely to the south.

"Your Excellency?" Wu Wenxu was a little unsure, it stands to reason that zombies and skeletons don't think, but he is not like Carlsa, because this person's voice is completely different from Karthas, and there is no dark aura in his body that repels him.

The mysterious man wearing the robe of the sect leader was ignorant of the flames on Wu Wenxu's fingertips, he was still holding the book, turning a page from time to time, and the sound of turning the book made Wu Wenxu extremely depressed, could it be that he was an explorer from the north?

"Very nice talent." Just when Wu Wenxu was thinking about whether to ignore him, the mysterious man suddenly spoke.

Wu Wenxu glanced at him suspiciously, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his body trembled violently! The old withered tree is clinging to moss and is completely exposed to its own eyes.

But the man is gone!

Wu Wenxu wiped his eyes in surprise, but no matter how he wiped it, the surroundings were still full of desolate and lonely strange scenery, a gust of wind blew, the wind blew out the fingertip flames, Wu Wenxu suddenly felt that the soles of his feet were cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

He tried his best to suppress the horror in his eyes, but unfortunately his scalp still couldn't stop the hair, legend has it that the ghosts are all wearing red robes to ask for their lives, so this strange man in a fiery red robe holding a book?

No, no, it must be an illusion.

Wu Wenxu wiped a cold sweat, hinting that he remained calm, did not look back, and did not care whether there was still swamp and mud on the soles of his feet, and ran towards the front.

About ten minutes later, a fiery red figure appeared again next to the dead tree.

"It's just right, there really is an existence in this world that can immunize me to death Requiem, and Mo Teng is really an interesting guy, but, it's a pity that he has a good head." With that, he held the book in his hand again and carefully flipped through the pages......

When Wu Wenxu opened his eyes, he was already in a green field.

The sky is as blue as washing, and the long white clouds dot the sky, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, and unconsciously, the mind seems to be infinitely extended.

The comfortable wind blew across his face, although it was a little cold, but there was a natural and fresh smell of air, which made Wu Wenxu, who had been breathing the evil breath of the swamp for more than ten days, still have a new life. The scent of grass mixed with the fragrance of the earth made him stretch his arms, gulp heavily, and breathe in the fresh air greedily.

The soil under your feet is very soft, this is a slightly raised hill, below is the green plain with no end in sight, the hill is covered with green grass, the grass is stained with water droplets produced by the cold blowing Buddha, crystal clear, it looks more verdant and dripping, just like transparent, people deeply feel the elegance and vitality of life.

"Finally came out." Wu Wenxu lay on the hill, feeling the softness of the grass under his back, and he exhaled a heavy breath.

With his arms resting on his head, Wu Wenxu's eyes sweeping across the plains were full of comfort, this serenity and tranquility were really long gone.

Valoran was reborn, provoked Demacia, escaped the Howling Swamp, and his own experience was really interesting. Wu Wenxu looked at the blue sky and was distracted, for a long time, for a long time, he was about to close his eyes and take a good rest, but he heard a faint cry for help in his ears.

"Help! Someone help me! The voice was very faint, intermittent, but full of weakness and urgency.

Hell again? After a series of hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, Wu Wenxu no longer dared to believe his ears.

"Ahh No! This time he was sure that he heard it clearly, Wu Wenxu straightened his waist, and followed the crisp cry for help like a bell, and there were three black dots moving rapidly on the vast plain below.

The two black dots followed closely behind the black dots in front of them, and the cry for help seemed to come from the front, Wu Wenxu could see that the distance between the black dots was getting smaller and smaller.

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