For Lothar, the world has turned strange. Well, maybe that wasn't the right way to describe it, because what the Count saw and heard at this point was no different from what he had been before he had been poked three holes by the Siren, and it took him several seconds to understand what the problem was, his sense of touch and pain. Let's talk about pain first, if a normal person has this kind of injury on his body, he will be in pain even if he doesn't die, but at this time, Lothar didn't have the slightest discomfort, which was quite abnormal. What was even more abnormal was his sense of touch, Lothar couldn't feel the clothes on his body, and when he touched the ground with his hands, he had to rub his palms against the sand with a lot of force to produce a slight sense of solidity. It's so weird, it's like the whole world is nothing more than images and sounds that aren't real.

However, one of these videos quickly caught Lothar's attention. It was a large hand crawling out from under the ground, the bare bones had disappeared, replaced by a whole layer of skin! The Count was surprised to find that he could see the details of the large hand without any light source, but now was not the time to sigh, for he also saw what the hand was holding, Fioni. The poor Kraken didn't even know what was going on when he was caught in the giant's big hand, and with the death of the serpent, the shapeshifter was surprised to find himself trapped in the palm of his hand, he couldn't jump from it, the Kraken's skeleton was far more fragile than a human in order to adapt to the environment of the seabed, which meant that if he fell at such a height, even if he landed in the most perfect position, he would lose the ability to move.

Gotta save him. Lothar quickly made a judgment, he stood up, and his left foot inadvertently mentioned something, it was a battle axe, his battle axe. The Count rightfully reached out to touch the Fool's justice, but when his fingers touched the handle of the battle axe, a long-lost sensation made him quickly withdraw his fingers, stinging. Lothar frowned slightly, or rather imagined himself frowning, he looked at his right hand that he had just withdrawn, there were no obvious scars on his fingers, but the pain that went straight to the bone marrow was definitely not an illusion. This reminded the Count of what Cheese had told him about the Witch Hunting Knife, a weapon forged against the caster, which defied all magic and similar powers.

However, Greyrobe also explained to him that the resistance of the witch-hunting knife is somewhat flexible, for example, during the rat-man plague, Cheese and other spellcasters used to cast magic on Lothar, who was armed with the witch-hunting knife, giving him abilities and energy that he did not have. Weak spells with good intentions are allowed in the recognition of witch hunting knives. And will let his weapon show hostility to himself, the Count understands that this has nothing to do with foreign magic, the problem is in him, at this time, I am afraid that he has become an inhuman existence.

Such an existence had been encountered by Lothar before, and it was during the time of the Blue Lion King, and he and his companions had to spend a great deal of energy to kill it, and that existence was called a lich by the gray-robed wizard. And in the eyes of ordinary people, they or they are called walking dead souls, bodies unwilling to be buried, walking corpses. There is no shortage of walking corpses in legends and stories everywhere, but most of them are described as irrational monsters, moving skeletons, in contrast to ghosts and ghosts that still retain consciousness but have no physical body.

Lothar didn't know where he was in his current state, but he could still think, his memory intact, and his mind didn't become evil. This seems to be in line with the characteristics of a lich, but to say that he is a lich, the Count does not feel the slightest energy in himself that can resemble the undead spellcaster in his memory, he is just, not dead. It's a real headache, and now is not the time to dwell on it. Fioni still needs his help.

The Count gritted his teeth and extended his right hand to the tomahawk again, and this time, instead of letting go of his weapon when the pain hit, he gripped it tightly. It hurts, it hurts, if he could, Lothar would have screamed, but there was no air in his throat now, and he couldn't shake his vocal cords. The hand, holding the tomahawk, the pain, gradually subsided, as if at last he recognized his long-absent family, and the justice of the fool accepted Lothar again. That's right, old man, no matter what you think of me, I haven't given up on being a human yet.

"Wow!" the Kraken screamed from afar, as the giant's big hand seemed to be about to clasp it upside down in search of more blood food. Seeing this, Lothar did not hesitate any longer, and ran in the direction of Fioni with a battle axe in his right hand. He was surprised to find that his strength seemed to be much greater, the weight of the weapon in his hand was like wood, and when he started running, his legs were unusually light, and he did not have the fatigue before. Now Lothar even has the illusion that she can run like this forever.

However, it was true that his speed had improved, and it didn't take long for him to be under the giant's left hand, facing a tower-thick arm. Lothar looked up, a little uneasy about the difference between himself and Fioni, but at this point, there was no other way to rescue the Kraken, and he could only hope that his body was as tireless as he felt. With this determination in mind, Lothar began his climbing journey.

The giant's body wasn't hard to climb, and the lines on those skins were perfect for Lothar to settle on, and even if there were no protrusions in front of him to use, the tomahawk in his hand could instantly create one. Of course, the wound created by the Count with his battle axe was deep enough for him to penetrate a hand, but for the giant, the damage of this magnitude did not even cut his skin, and it was difficult to even feel pain. Rao was no less able to climb a giant's arm than to climb a tower from an outer wall, and if it weren't for the fact that Lothar's muscles were no longer fatigued, he might not have been able to accomplish this task in this state. And when he finally stepped into the palm of the giant's hand, he was greeted by a head-on kick!

"Who are you?" Fioni didn't recognize Lothar in the dark and chaotic environment, he just sensed something creeping up, so he instinctively made a tentative attack. Lothar easily dodged the Kraken's attack, and a roll landed on his palm, trying to identify himself with Fioni, only to find that he couldn't speak anyway, and at best it was a strange sound, a purring sound similar to that of rubbing against his throat as he inhaled and exhaled.

"Lothar, is that you?" the shapeshifter made his own guess from the blurred dark shadow of the comer, mainly on the iconic tomahawk. Lothar waved her weapon, in response to Fioni. However, before the Kraken could breathe a sigh of relief, the giant's palm trembled violently, and it was about to turn over!

The Count did not hesitate any longer, and he lunged at Fioni, as if he had kicked something on the way, but he did not care, and rushed straight to his companion, and reached out his left hand to grasp the latter's arm. "What are you going to do?" said Fioni, his body forcibly pulled off the ground by a force that made the shapeshifter wonder if it was Lothar after all. But on the other hand, the close contact allowed the Kraken to find more credible evidence on this figure. In this ambivalence, the two of them had already rushed to the middle finger of the giant's left hand.

Lothar didn't pause, his right hand was raised high, and he used the battle axe in his hand to cut down with the fingers in front of him!