The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Endgame (3)

Lucian’s gunfire was like a shooting star piercing the night sky, and the incandescent holy fire shattered countless undead that rushed towards him.

“Hahaha, Lucian! You seem to be much weaker than before!” Thresh taunted loudly. He didn’t even move when he stood still. He just released some dead souls from the lantern, which had exhausted Lucian and Olaf. response.

Lucian’s holy stone weapon is very useful against the undead, but his injuries are too heavy to sustain a prolonged battle.

Olaf had brute force, but the ax couldn’t cut the undead at all. He became more and more aggrieved as he hit him. He simply threw the ax at Thresh, but Thresh dodged it with a slight sideways movement.

“Seeing that today I have two more souls worth cherishing.” Thresh continued to sneer, “Especially you Lucian, your Senna is living very well in my lantern, why don’t you just give up obediently, Go and join her.”

“Ahhhh!” Lucian shot out the holy light angrily, and the scorching light shot out an endless torrent, killing countless undead and clearing a path to Thresh.

Lucian didn’t care about Olaf, who was about to be buried alive by the undead. He ran along this road, and the anger in his eyes could only accommodate Thresh.

“Courage is commendable, hehehe…” Thresh turned the chain sickle and waited slowly for Lucian.

The Holy Light broke through the last undead standing in front of Thresh. At the same time, Thresh threw out the chain. Lucian, who was dazzled by anger, did not dodge at all. The chain easily wrapped around his body. Lucian felt that his body was about to be crushed, his internal organs were squeezed into a ball, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his head and mouth, but he still held the double guns in his hands tightly.

“Hehehe, I really miss it. I still remember how I grabbed Senna not long ago.” Thresh slowly dragged back the chain, Lucian’s strength was not enough to fight him, like a dying wild dog He also staggered to the ground and was dragged away by Thresh.

“No, I remember that I seemed to insert the chain directly into Senna’s chest…” Thresh recalled carefully while pulling, “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s easy to be an undead, but Don’t worry, I will remember the pain at the moment of Senna’s death and savor it in my heart.”

“Bastard!” Lucian’s eyes were filled with blood and tears. He desperately broke free from the chains, barely raised his arm, and lifted the muzzle of the Holy Stone pistol to Thresh with difficulty.

“Ah, I remembered.” Thresh looked at the gun in Lucian’s hand, “This gun seems to belong to Senna, haha, I said why I couldn’t find it after killing her, so you picked it up , how is it? Does your wife’s weapon work well? How does it compare to your own?”

“Get the hell out of here!” Lucian finally aimed his gun at [resources’ group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.;6 Thresh was about to pull the trigger, but Thresh suddenly pulled the chain tightly as if playing, Lucian let out a pain, he felt that his body was about to be crushed, and finally he could no longer I can’t hold on, the gun in my hand is weakfell to the ground.

“Finally no resistance?” Thresh dragged Lucian in front of him unhurriedly, he squatted down, and gently lifted Lucian’s face with his bony hands burning with will-o’-the-wisps, “Tsk tsk tsk, why struggle, anyway, you’re alive It’s also painful, it’s better to die. Ah, I forgot.”

Thresh’s expression was full of sarcasm and mockery: “It will be more painful to die by my hands.”

Thresh put the blade of the sickle against Lucian’s neck: “Do you know how many criminal laws there are for the body? There are only ten thousand kinds, but the soul is different. The soul is much more complicated than the body. The best thing is the soul.” No matter how tortured it is, it will not be broken. For the soul, I have researched more than 300,000 tortures so far, guess how many I have used on your wife Senna?”

“I…I won’t let it go…” Lucian’s eyes gradually lost focus, and he lost so much blood that it was even difficult for him to speak.

“Don’t worry.” Thresh raised his sickle high and smiled cruelly, “Come and have fun in my prison.”

The sickle fell and pointed directly at Lucian’s head.

Section 267

A cloud of black mist suddenly covered Thresh’s face.

That’s not an ordinary black mist, but a black mist that Thresh hates.

Just as he shook his head to shake off the black mist, he saw several living corpses rushing towards him.

As soon as Thresh knocked a living corpse into the air, more living corpses climbed onto his body, attacking him with teeth, fingers, and even bones exposed from severed limbs.

“Who!” Thresh was very annoyed. These living corpses were the dead, but they had physical bodies. Thresh could not directly control them.

Thresh answered with an ax that broke through the crowd of undead.

It was Olaf’s other axe. For some reason, this ax suddenly possessed the ability to kill undead. It passed through countless split undead like a wheat harvesting tool, and flew straight to Thresh.

Thresh, who was trapped in place by the living corpse, had no choice but to accept the ax forcefully.

The great force that can open mountains and the power that can hurt the undead, this ax slashed firmly on Thresh’s body, cutting off half of his body, his figure retreated violently, and the chains he was holding tightly were loosened. Then, several living corpses took the opportunity to carry away Lucian, who was almost unconscious.

“Who!” Thresh roared angrily, and he rarely lost his composure.

“Hahahahaha! This is so powerful! It’s nothing if you can’t cut someone!” Olaf laughed loudly, and he stepped forward to pick up the two axes that fell on the ground, one of which was glowing faintly. The gleaming light was the one that hurt Thresh.

Behind Olaf was a hunchbacked man, carrying a heavy statue on his back, holding a large spatula in his hand, and was taking Lucian from the living corpse.

“It’s you!” Thresh knew this guy, a living person living on the remote side of Shadow Isle, and a survivor of the Curse of Ruin, Thresh had been trying to get his soul for thousands of years, but unfortunately this person was very cautious and only appeared in the black mist At its thinnest, Thresh had no chance of dealing with him.

“That’s right! It’s him!” Olaf patted his head and looked back at the strong man. “By the way, brother, what’s your name?”

The strong man glanced at Olaf and didn’t say anything. He just took off a small bottle hanging on his chest, opened the cap, and gently poured a drop into Lucian’s mouth.

Lucian coughed a few times, his complexion improved at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon he even opened his eyes.

“Fuck, what magic medicine are you doing?” Olaf stared straight at the eyes. Just now, the strong man dropped a drop of this water on his axe, and the axe could suddenly kill the undead. He excitedly said Passed another ax to the strong man, “You give this one a drop too.”

The strong man still ignored Olaf, but silently put the cap back on the bottle, and at the same time said a few words to the awakened Lucian.

Olaf couldn’t understand what they were talking about, so he asked anxiously, “What are you talking about?”

“Ouchen, he can’t understand you.” Lucian got up and took back his guns from a living corpse. “His name is Yorick, and he said he would help us.”

“That’s a good relationship. You help me translate and let him…”

“No, that’s the water of life, it’s very precious, use one drop for less.” Lucian moved his body, the power of the water of life was exaggerated, just one drop healed all the injuries on his body, although there was still a little Tired, but harmless.

“That’s it, forget it.” Olaf put away the other tomahawk regretfully, “It always feels like a little less to fight with only one ax, but let’s do it.”

Lucian and Olaf were facing Thresh in the distance. Thresh had already dealt with all the living corpses that jumped on him, and his body, which was cut by Olaf, was slowly absorbing the black mist and recovering.

Yorick stood between Olaf and Lucian. He also raised his shovel to Thresh and said a word at the same time.

“What did he say?” Olaf asked.

Lucian raised his two guns and pointed at Thresh: “War.”

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——Unknown singing voice