For Lothar, the world has changed strangely. Well, maybe that''s not accurate, because the count saw and heard the same thing as before he was poked three holes by the sea monster. It took him several seconds to understand what the problem was, his sense of touch and pain. First of all, pain, if a normal person has this kind of injury, even if he does not die, he will be in agony, but at this time Lothar does not feel any discomfort, which is quite abnormal. What''s more abnormal is his sense of touch. Lothar can''t feel his clothes. When he touches the ground with his hand, he has to rub his hand against the sand with great strength to produce a slight sense of reality. It''s so weird. It''s like the whole world is just unreal images and sounds.


    However, one of these videos quickly attracted Rosa''s attention. It was a big hand that was crawling out of the ground. The exposed bones had disappeared and replaced by a complete layer of skin! The count was surprised to find that he could see the details of the big hand without any light source. But now is not the time to sigh, because he also saw what was in the hand, fioni. With the death of the serpent, the shapeshifter was surprised to find that he was trapped in the palm of his hand. He could not jump down from here. The skeleton of the sea demon was far more fragile than that of human beings in order to adapt to the environment of the sea bottom. This means that when he fell at such a height, even if he landed in the most perfect position, he was trapped in the palm Will lose the ability to move.


    We have to go and save him. Lothar made a quick judgment. He got up and inadvertently mentioned something on his left foot. It was a Tomahawk. His Tomahawk. The count naturally stretched out his hand to touch the justice of the fool, but when his finger touched the handle of the Tomahawk, a long lost feeling made him quickly withdraw his finger and prick it. Lothar frowned a little, or he imagined himself frowning. He looked at his right hand, which he had just retracted. There were no obvious scars on his fingers, but the pain that went straight to the bone marrow was not an illusion. This reminds the count of what the cheese once told him about the characteristics of the sorcerer blade, a weapon forged against the caster, which resists all magic and similar forces.


    But the grey robe also explained to him that there was a certain flexibility in the conflict between witch hunting knives. For example, during the rat man plague, cheese and other casters once cast magic against Lothar, who held a witch hunting knife, so that he could gain the ability and energy he did not have. Weak spells of good will are allowed in the identification of sorcerer blades. The count knows that this has nothing to do with foreign magic. The problem is with him. At this time, I''m afraid he has become an inhuman existence.


    This kind of existence was once encountered by Rosa. It was in the city of Cangshi king. He and his companions spent a lot of energy to kill it. That kind of existence was called Lich by the wizard in grey robe. In the eyes of ordinary people, they or they are called walking dead, unwilling to be buried body, walking corpse. There is no lack of walking corpses in legends and stories all over the world, but most of them are described as irrational monsters and moving skeletons. On the contrary, they are ghosts and ghosts who still have consciousness but have no body.


    Lothar doesn''t know what kind of state he''s in. He can still think, his memory is intact, and his mind is not evil. This seems to be in line with the characteristics of the lich, but to say that he is a lich, the count does not feel that he has any energy similar to the immortal caster in his memory. He is just, not dead. It''s a real headache, and this is not the time to get involved. Fioni needs his help.


    The count bit his teeth and reached his right hand to the Tomahawk again. This time, when the pain hit, he did not release his weapon, but clung to it. Pain, heartbreaking pain, if you could, Rosa would have called out, but now there is no air in his throat, so he can''t shake his vocal cords. Hand, holding the Tomahawk, the pain gradually subsided, as if finally recognized his family who had been away from home for a long time. The justice of the fool once again accepted Lothar. That''s right, old man. No matter what you think of me, I haven''t given up my human identity.


    "Wow The siren''s cry came from afar, because the giant''s big hand seemed to be trying to turn it upside down to search for more blood food. Lothar did not hesitate to see this, and ran in the direction of fioni with a Tomahawk in his right hand. He was surprised to find that his strength seemed to be much greater, the weight of weapons in his hands was like wood, and when he ran up, his legs were extremely light, and there was no previous fatigue. Now Lothar even has the illusion that he can run like this forever.


    However, it is true that his speed has improved, and it did not take him long to get under the giant''s left hand, facing the arm as thick as a tower. Lothar raised his head and was uneasy about the difference between himself and fioni, but now that it was, there was no other way to save the siren. He could only hope that his body was as tireless as he felt. With this determination, Lothar began his climb.


    The giant''s body is not difficult to climb. The lines on his skin are excellent footholds for Lothar, and even if there is no protrusion in front of him, his Tomahawk can immediately create one. Of course, the wound created by the count with his Tomahawk was deep enough for him to reach into a hand, but for the giant, the wound was not even cut, and it was difficult to feel pain. Rao is so, climbing a giant''s arm is no less than climbing a tower from the outer wall. If it were not for Lothar''s muscle, he would not have been able to complete the task in this state. But when he finally climbed into the giant''s hand, he was met with a foot in the face!"Who are you?" I can tell that fioni didn''t recognize Lothar in the dark and chaotic environment. He just sensed something climbing up, so he instinctively made a tentative attack. Lothar easily escaped the attack of the sea demon. He turned over and climbed into the palm of his hand. He wanted to identify himself with fioni, but he found that he could not speak at all. At most, it was some strange sounds. It was a snoring sound made by rubbing his throat when he inhaled and vomited.


    "Lothar? Is that you? " The shapeshifter has never been a vague shadow, mainly making his own speculation on the iconic Tomahawk. Lothar waved his weapon in response to fioni. But before the siren could breathe a sigh of relief, the giant''s hand was shaking violently, and it was about to turn over!


    The count did not hesitate any more. He rushed to fioni, as if he had kicked something on the way. However, he did not care. He ran straight to his companion and held out his left hand to grasp the latter''s arm. "What do you want to do..." Fioni''s words aside, the body has been forcibly pulled off the ground by a huge force, which makes the transfiguration person have to doubt whether this person is Lothar. But on the other hand, close contact allows the siren to find more convincing evidence in this figure. In this ambivalence, the two of them have rushed to the giant''s left hand next to the middle finger.


    Lothar did not stop, raised his right hand, and with his Tomahawk in front of his finger, he cut it hard!


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