The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Chapter 398

Ghost

The eye tattoo rally is over.

The Frost Guards and Delacron retreated from the audience hall and closed the door heavily.

Lothar didn’t go with them. Anyway, Lissandra had already ordered him to be executed, so he would be dead if he went back.

“I hope that fat man in Gragas is okay, but he is strong enough to climb up the Frostguard Fortress with his bare hands, at least he should be fine for his own protection.” Lothar quietly looked down, only Lisan was left in the huge hall. Zhuo and her lonely throne.

Lothar looked at Lissandra nervously. He held down his beating heart and looked down at this beautiful but terrifying witch.

Lissandra sat on the throne for a long time, so long that Lothar felt that every heartbeat felt like suffering.

He waited quietly. The hall was so quiet that any slight movement would become extremely clear. Lothar even had to breathe slowly.

Lissandra finally stood up.

The hem of her long skirt dragged the floor, and it seemed to be made of ice crystals. When walking on the ground, the ice crystals on the hem of the skirt would roll and deform.

When Lissandra was sitting just now, Lotha didn’t feel it. When she stood up, Lotha realized that she was really tall. The legs hidden in the long skirt were long, but Lotha felt that Lissandra was very tall. It may be nearly two meters high.

“But this angle…” Lothar blushed a little, and Lissandra walked directly below him, and Lothar could see the fullness of her chest as soon as she lowered her head.

“Ash doesn’t seem to be that big when she grows up, but a little smaller.” Lothar recalled what he saw in the future, “But Sejuani should be as good as her.”

The witch stopped in front of the throne and turned around. With a slight lift of her hand, the huge throne was arched by an ice rock that appeared out of thin air, revealing a passage.

“Secret passage!” Lothar knew that he was right.

Lissandra walked into the passage slowly, until she disappeared into the darkness of the passage, and the throne began to slowly descend.

“Quick!” Lothar immediately jumped off the beam and rolled on the ground. The impact caused his legs and back to die of pain, but he didn’t have time to pay attention to it. The moment slipped in.

“Phew, it’s a good thing I’m small, otherwise I’d be crushed.” Lothar was relieved thankfully, but the darkness in the passage made him calm down again.

“Anyway, I can’t get out anymore. Even if I go out, I will be killed by the frost guards. Let’s go all the way to the end.” Lothar groped for the wall and walked slowly into the depths.

The passage was very dark, with no light at all. Lothar could only move forward purely by touch. As he walked in, he felt the cold wind getting stronger and stronger. Even though he was already wearing thick clothes, he still felt as if he was naked on the ice field. Row.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Lothar finally saw the light.

He quickened his pace and walked out of the passage, but what he saw was beyond his expectation.

What was in front of him was neither Lissandra’s bedroom, nor the secret vault containing the true ice, but a bridge.

A very large bridge.

The bridge is in the middle of the rift valley, flat and spacious. There are many huge instruments on the bridge. Lothar doesn’t know what these things are for, but judging from their sharp and heavy parts, it is obvious that they are not gentle things.

“Where is Lissandra?” Lothar looked around, but saw no sign of the witch.

He observed the terrain again. There was no other road other than the bridge, and below the bridge was a pitch-black abyss.

“It seems that there is no other way but to move forward.” Lothar wrapped his clothes tightly. The interior of the rift valley was much colder than the outside of the fortress.

He walked to the bridge, and a small altar caught his attention.

The altar looks very old, with complicated totems and characters engraved on it. Lothar couldn’t understand any of them. He felt that these pictures and texts were much more complicated than those often drawn by shamans.

The entire altar is composed of several square stones surrounding each other, and there is nothing in the center except ice.

An altar suddenly appeared on a bridge, which looked very abrupt. Lothar sat and watched and couldn’t figure out which god this altar was worshiping.

“Forget it, maybe it’s nothing special.” Just as Lothar was about to move on, a loud howl came from above his head.

Lothar looked up and saw a round white ball falling from the sky.

Lothar hurriedly dodged, and the white ball landed straight on the bridge, making a loud impact sound.

“Guragas!” Lothar was dumbfounded. “Why did he fall from the sky?”

Lothar hurried over and turned Gragas over with all his strength.

Gragas’ face was covered with blood, and Lothar subconsciously wanted to dig out the herbs: “Oops, I forgot to leave the bag with Zoe.”

Before Lothar finished thinking about what to do, Gragas opened his eyes.

He sat up from the ground all of a sudden, touched his head and said, “Hiss, it really hurts.”

Lothar grabbed Gragas’ shoulderBladder: “Hey! Are you okay, how did you fall from there?”

Gragas looked at Lothar in a daze: “I don’t know. I’m sleeping and still having nightmares. It’s going to kill me if I don’t drink.”

“Who asked you about the wine, how did you end up here?”

“Oh, it seems that my snoring attracted the guards.” Gragas covered the wound on his head.

“Didn’t I block your nose?”

“I don’t know. Anyway, they came over, and then we started fighting.” Gragas said depressedly, “It’s all because I didn’t drink, and I couldn’t exert all my strength. I was knocked out of your room with a hammer.”

“From my room.” Lothar looked up. The fortress was very, very far above the rift valley, and the windowsill turned into a small dot the size of a sesame seed. “You didn’t die when you fell from that height.”

“I’m very resistant to falls.” Gragas patted his stomach, “My mother said that I was never afraid of falls since I was a child, thanks to my stomach.”

Lothar was speechless. He once again realized how big the gap between people is.

“It’s fine, get up first, let’s go find Zhenbing.” Lothar wanted to pull Gragas up, but he sat motionless on the ground.

“It can’t be done, I haven’t drunk for too many days, and I don’t have any strength at all.” Gragas said weakly.

“Didn’t you eat so much meat!”

“It’s better to eat meat! Wine is meat to me!”

“Noisy, noisy! Give your mother a hammer! Do you want someone to sleep!” An extremely rough curse interrupted Lothar and Gragas, and they looked in the direction of the curse at the same time.

They saw things they had never seen in their entire lives.

It was a short, strong man, wearing a fur coat armor and a horn helmet, with a big ax on his back.

There was a faint green light all over his body, his body was translucent, and he was floating on the small altar with his chest folded in his arms.

A word that often appears in stories immediately appeared in Lothar’s mind——

Section 178

ghost.

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“Mom, are there really ghosts in this world?”

“Of course not. You’ve grown up, you can’t believe those nonsense anymore.”

“But behind you…”

“Oh, the little clever ghost wants to scare mom?”

“Really, there is really a green person behind you!”