"I smell cowardice in your soul. A cowardly person chooses to take a sword and let the evil spirit successfully parasitize. No matter in the past or in the future, you are just a loser. No matter how many times you are reincarnated, the result will be the same. It will never change, you are just a coward..."
Attacked by the vicious words of the messenger from the underworld, Duolong lowered his head in pain, and his severely damaged soul began to flicker.
"Wolf! That's enough!"
I don't know when, the sheep spirit who stopped walking came to the side of the wolf spirit, with a sad look on his face.
"This is our duty and the meaning of our existence. I originally thought you could understand... but you took advantage of an innocent soul."
"sheep……"
Staring at the sheep in front of him, the wolf took two steps back, opened his mouth wide not knowing what to say, and slowly closed it again. He found that he was not in a position to complain.
From the beginning to the end, it is only the sheep that takes the lead and does everything. It is the sheep that plans and executes the mission of the Mother of Masks, and he can only assist the sheep in the battle.
The most difficult part has always been done by the sheep, and this time it was the sheep that persuaded the human being, who was full of sheep breath, to save Duolong's soul. In terms of what it cost, the most painful thing is probably the sheep. What qualifications do I have to insinuate dissatisfaction with sheep by complaining about human souls?
"sheep……"
The overwhelmed wolf was about to cry. The next moment, the sheep gently hugged the wolf's head.
Yang Ling's voice was as clear and ethereal as ever, but it also had a little more emotion.
"hold your hand."
"Living with the Son."
In the arms of the sheep, the wolf gradually calmed down.
"A sincere heart is enough to defeat everything else. Everything else is false. No one can break our roots even though they last thousands of years..."
Duolong stared at the two messengers from the underworld embracing each other with empty eyes. He couldn't help but recall the men and women who were always dangling in front of him before he was alive. The swordsman subconsciously touched his waist and prepared to draw his sword, but found that his master was The beloved sword he made has long been separated from himself, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Although the memory is a bit confusing, it seems that I have done something irreparable wrong...
When he came back to his senses, he had nothing left.
"[Duanxi], he must be better than me... Forget me and follow your new master."
After the two people finally calmed down after talking to each other, Duolong, who was a little lonely, continued on the road.
After walking for who knows how long, an illusory door like a whirlpool appeared in front of me.
Stepping through the illusory door like gray mist, Duolong found that the world here seemed more real than the previous world. In addition to ghost grass, there were many unimaginable weird plants, most of which were dark and gray in color.
Passing by the plants in front of him, he soon noticed the back of a figure sitting cross-legged, and he could no longer move his eyes away.
That was the back figure that he would remember all his life. That back figure was called Master.
Suffocating grief surged into his heart, and Duolong, unable to cry, fell heavily to the ground with his knees, and without saying a word, he kowtowed his head to his back.
He didn't know if everything in front of him was an illusion, but Duolong knew that he had to do this. Even if it was an illusion, it was an illusion he was willing to see.
Although he didn't hear any sound, the figure suddenly stood up and looked behind him, with a tense and solemn expression on his face, which showed no sign of the humble attitude he had when he begged Qian Jue before.
"Doron, you are here."
The Yonghunting twins left quietly, leaving time and space to the reunited master and apprentice.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, Master, I didn't know that doing that would kill you... I'm sorry..."
Staring at the apprentice who kept kowtowing to admit his mistake, Caledro could not continue to maintain his majesty. He quietly walked a few steps quickly and came to Doron. When Doron raised his head, he resumed his leisurely and leisurely manner. Always maintaining a master's pace, Caledro finally put his hand on Doron's head when he came to Doron, and caressed it a few times, as if he was talking to him about his grievances when he was still young.
He knew that his apprentice liked it when he comforted him like this.
He did the same thing when he broke the wooden sword.
The man in front of me looks tall and big, but he is just a child after all. Sure enough, I was right to wait for him here. Sitting here for twenty-three years is not meaningless...
"Master actually doesn't blame you. It's Master's fault that he failed to let you understand when to use the killing sword move. Master knows that you just want to give Master a surprise. Master understands your talent in swordsmanship. You don't actually need to What does it prove? Master has always known that you are the best."
Pulling up Doron who was kneeling on the ground, Kaledro raised his head proudly.
"After all, you are the disciple I have personally chosen. How can I not understand your talent? In less than twenty years, your achievements in swordsmanship have surpassed the master's more than forty years of practice. I know it clearly in my heart,
Master didn't take your fatal sword, not because I didn't react, but because I really couldn't take it. As a swordsman, I died under such a stunning sword. Master has nothing to be humiliated. On the contrary, he did it for you. Proud, the grace of that sword, you are far better than me. I just regret that I left too early and failed to see your higher achievements. I also harmed you and made the world lose a swordsman... "
"Woooooooo..."
Although there were no tears, Caledro knew that his disciple was crying, so he couldn't help but patted his disciple on the shoulder and said in a deep and sincere voice.
"Let everything in the past go by, Duolong, life is unpredictable and fate is misfortune. Even today, it is not what you and I want.
Time flies by like a white horse. For swordsmen like us, life span is not important. What is important in this life is to live a wonderful life.
In the first half of my life, I, Kaledro, created my own swordsmanship of the Killing Sword style. I have been in Ionia for more than 20 years, and I have eliminated countless evils. No one can defeat me. Even the leader of the Thieves Alliance has to respect me.
I have accepted you as my apprentice for the rest of my life. My daily teaching of swordsmanship has been more effective with half the effort. You have been arrogant and invincible in the exchanges and exchanges between swordsmanship sects. I have become a master and a shameless swordsman. That’s enough. Master has had enough in this life. No, it’s just a pain for you. Because of your obsession, you have wandered alone for more than twenty years, wasting your life in vain..."
“WOWWWWWWW!!!”
Duolong hugged the man in front of him with all his strength, feeling an unstoppable sadness coming from him.
In the shadows, the sheep spirit and the wolf spirit looked at the pure master and disciple, and were a little moved.
"Sheep, before we put on the masks, did we also rely on each other for life and death?"
His right hand brushed the wool on his chest, and the fingertips seemed to still have residual human warmth. The voice of the sheep spirit was very soft.
"The love between you and me has never changed."
…
Hades.
The blue-gray rough gravel rolls with the wind, and chaotic whispers appear and disappear. This is a wasteland belonging to the soul, with nothing but deathly silence.
Doron followed Caledro, and Caledro followed the masked twins. The two spirits left the underworld and went deeper together.
This is the world of the dead, called [Underworld].
The end of the mist is still mist, and even though Doron and Caledro are particularly determined, they are still a little uneasy as they embark on the unknown road to the underworld amidst the irritating and evil whispers.
Several faint outlines emerged from the distance, and then quickly disappeared.
As a native of Ionia and having a very powerful master, Doron naturally knew the Ionia legend about the Mother of Masks.
What worries Duolong is that logically speaking, the underworld should be the domain of the Mother of Masks alone, and it should be extremely safe. However, the fact is that after arriving in the underworld, the masked God of Death and the messenger of the underworld are actually using their bows. Arrow, showing its fangs and sharp teeth, became more vigilant.
Neither walking nor talking, just observing the surrounding environment with murderous intent.
Duolong looked in the direction of the masked spirit, but found nothing except mist and gravel.
He didn't understand what the masked spirit was waiting for, what enemy it was wary of.
According to Duolong's estimation, after waiting for about a few minutes, the fog began to roll in, and a white-gray trail appeared in front.
"Go, lost souls, your road is ahead."
Seeing the path appear, the sheep spirit was obviously relieved and waved to the two souls who bowed their heads to thank him.
After walking on the path, the two souls will directly arrive at the territory of the Mother of Masks. This is considered a friendship. However, the wolf is a little confused as to why the sheep has not left. Although they are not afraid of the enemies in the underworld, they do not want to have more lives. trouble.
"Wolf, I need to meet the Mother of Masks, and you also need to go to Noxus to capture the soul. You should leave first."
Guessing that the sheep spirit might want to report something to the Mother of Masks, the wolf walked through the passage and left the underworld without thinking too much.
After the wolf left, the sheep stepped onto the gray-white trail that had not yet disappeared and disappeared into the thick fog.
…
The great will floats in the mist, creating a strange picture.
Like the Milky Way, numerous souls are as small as the Milky Way, wandering around the tall body of hundreds of meters, forming countless light blue soul light bands.
The owner of the tall body was hunched and sitting cross-legged on the ground. He was wearing a robe made of yellow-brown nether grass. His purple-gray slender hands kept fidgeting with the light blue souls close to his limbs. Some of the souls just disappeared. Some souls are strengthened instead, and then slowly disappear.
A huge mask covered the face of the owner of the body, and the everlasting blue soul light swayed from the two holes in the mask.
At a certain moment, a white-grey path extended into an absolutely safe area. The huge mask turned its head and looked at the two new souls, as well as its most reliable creation and the most intelligent one who followed the souls. And the mask spirit with ability-[Mirror Claw] (Qian Jue's name in front of the Mother of Masks).
The soul that falls into rest will gradually eliminate the memory and soul impurities of the previous life in a slow spiral. The Mother of Masks just marks the soul of another person who has passed the test and has not been marked before, and then ignores it, leaving the two of them alone. The soul returned and began to float in the long river of souls,
Although there are not many people marked in this way, there are still quite a few. Each one requires extra energy to deal with. Even the Mother of Masks has difficulty in taking care of both ends.
"Mirrorpaw, my daughter, come here."
The low Ouchen language echoed in the field, and the white-gray paths slowly disappeared.
The sheep spirit nodded and came to the feet of the Mother of Masks.
Compared with her mother, she was as small as an insignificant speck of dust, not even as tall as her mother's toes.
"Mother."
There was not much respect in the daughter's tone, but the mother's movements were extremely gentle.
Putting down her work, the Mother of Masks deliberately freed up her left hand for her daughter. When her daughter jumped onto her left hand, she held it in front of her with a soft tone.
"Mirrorpaw, my favorite daughter, it's rare to see someone as busy as you."
Kneeling on one knee in the palm of the Mother of Masks, the sheep spirit lowered its head.
"Mom, I want to mark a soul that was just sent to me. Her name is Xiyue, and she is also the special soul that you have marked, mother."
The Mother of Masks did not agree directly.
"My daughter, her soul is being guarded by the [Evil Owl], so you don't have to do anything unnecessary."
The so-called [Void Spirit Evil Owl], with the body of a hawk, is the last mask spirit created by the Mother of Masks. It is also the nightmare of other mask spirits. Its main responsibility is to hunt down masks that have lost all their stories and legends and whose names have been forgotten. spirit.
The Void Spirit Evil Owl is the existence that other masked spirits are most afraid of, and is the god of death among the gods of death.
Although the Void Spirit Evil Owl is scary and the Sheep Spirit is respectful, they are never afraid.
His expression remained unchanged, but Mirror Claw's tone was very firm.
"Xiyue's soul mark is the price for me to take back Duolong's soul. Mom, please give me Xiyue's soul."
Hearing the unquestionable tone in Mirror Claw's tone, the Mother of Masks hesitated, but then heard Sheep Spirit continue.
"Mom, I have established a connection with the extraterrestrial soul, and Xiyue is the most important link. We must not let all our efforts go to waste. Perhaps this extraterrestrial soul is the key to resisting the Lord of the Underworld."
After finally convincing the Mother of Masks, as the Mother of Masks unfolded her right hand, a light blue soul floated in the river of souls and landed in the palm of her hand. It vaguely had a face in the material realm. It was Xiyue.
The mark belonging to the evil owl was forcibly erased, the Mother of Masks whispered.
"My daughter, I leave her to you."
Nodding, Yangling jumped onto her right hand and planted her own Qianjue mark on Xiyue's soul.
In this way, her deal with the extraterrestrial soul was completed, and there was no need to continue to stay in the realm of the Mother of Masks. Her 'mother' was very busy, and so was she.
When Xiyue's soul returned to the Changhe River again, the sheep spirit said goodbye to the Mother of Masks, left the Mother of Masks' domain, and returned to the wasteland of the underworld.
Each teleport will appear in a different location.
Different from the calm at the beginning, there was a bit more chilling atmosphere in the wasteland of the underworld at this moment.
As soon as he came out, the sheep spirit raised the spiritual bow in his hand, bent it like a full moon, and shot three arrows directly into the distance.
Five underworld ghost knights wearing dark-style ancient armor and holding lances and halberds raised their one-handed bucklers indifferently. The knights rode ghost human-faced horses refined from the souls of low-level slaves, forming the simplest form. The wedge-shaped cavalry formation launched a desperate attack on Yang Ling with the violent momentum of thousands of troops.
The horse's hooves lightly stepped on the loose soul sand, and the speed increased rapidly. It was obvious that the laws of the underworld were completely different from those of the material realm.
The three rebirth arrows, which can instantly kill any soul of the dead and seriously injure the consciousness of the living, successfully hit two ghost knights, and together with the ghostly human-faced horse under their crotches, their souls were scattered in a violent howl.
Another rebirth arrow was blocked by the leading plate cavalry general with a buckler. A wailing skeleton face appeared on the buckler, and then dissipated together with the rebirth arrow.
"It's the Everhunting Twins. She's alone. Catch her! (Rachen language, born out of Ochen language, is an underworld language created by the underworld king Mordekaiser. After being castrated by the underworld king, he lost it. Ouchen language has its own laws of power, but it retains the function of allowing ghosts to communicate.)"
In just a few breaths, the tall ghost knight rushed in front of the sheep spirit and slashed the weapon in his hand. All movements were silent, but extremely oppressive.
With a roll to avoid the two soul lances and the leading lance euphorbia, the sheep spirit bent the bow again and shot three arrows.
The two ghost knights who didn't have time to turn their horses were hit in the back and lost their souls. Only the cavalry general used his halberd to deflect the arrows flying toward his chest.
Seeing that his fellow warriors were dead and the possibility of defeating the messenger from the underworld was slim, the cavalry general raised his halberd high and burned his soul. His momentum surged, and the men and horses turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the sheep spirit.
"The Avenue of Bones leads me in the direction of progress! The Skull Throne creates scarlet glory! The door of the Immortal Royal Court is wide open for me! The Dark Lord is watching my great achievements!
For the Lord of Darkness! For Mordekaiser!
kill! ! ! ! "
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