League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Having said that, Vigus acted very calmly, but Syndra looked stern and tightened the staff in her hand.

Lester knew that because of his excellent magic talent, Syndra had been afraid of ghosts since he was a child.

Passing by the scattered buildings, Lester saw a huge Hylian-style cemetery. The decaying steel fence was filled with thick black fog, and the tombstones on the gray-green tombs were vaguely visible. .

"Look on the bright side, at least he hasn't attacked us yet."

"how do you want to do it?"

Vigus stared at Lester, Lester smiled and held Syndra's little hand, and Sindra relaxed.

"Since the owner here has discovered us, why not go in openly and let the owner of the cemetery see our strength."

When a few people walked around the ruins and walked into the cemetery gate, the guardian of the cemetery was hitting the dark green ghost on the head with a pointed shovel in his hand, so that the restless fog ghost returned to sleep.

Ghosts are different from corpses. Ghosts are full of malice towards the living. They are immortal and have become servants of the mist, working for the tiger.

The mist ghost in the tomb area is different from ordinary ghosts. This unknown existence is more bloodthirsty, greedy and cunning.

"See? Yorick, your warning means nothing to these outsiders."

As soon as the last ghost died, another ghost poked its head out of the mist. Judging from the appearance, she seemed to be a kind old lady in life, but now the old lady only has a vicious smile, just like Yorick himself, Suffering from a curse.

"Look, you're walking around in vain, waving your shovel, saving no one but a bunch of soulless husks."

Withdrawing its vicious gaze from the crystal bottle on Yorick's chest, the ghost glanced at the [Mist Maiden] behind Yorick. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was swatted away by Yorick with a shovel.

The next moment, another face belonging to a young child emerged from the mist, with a sarcastic smile on his face, but what he said in his innocent voice was a curse like a demon.

"You will never find the king of Kamavia, let alone change everything. You just stubbornly go on the wrong road in circles, forever living in the memories of the past, and unwilling to accept new gifts. You are lonely. You are more like a ghost than us, a living ghost."

"Bang."

The tall figure waved a pointed shovel and scattered the chattering evil spirits. This time, the fog calmed down a little, and no more ghosts emerged.

The lonely soul shepherd squatted down leaning against the tombstone, his tone a little tired.

"Please, help me drive them away, don't hurt your life."

After the words fell, a dozen short corpses with sharp teeth climbed up from the tomb and left Yorick. In the silence, only the ferocious Maiden of the Mist floated in the air, accompanying the Shepherd. people.

Walking in the cemetery, Lester's voice was greatly suppressed. The visibility in the cemetery was only ten meters, and the rolling fog was more active and deadly than the black fog outside.

If Syndra hadn't held up the holy stone staff beside her and held up a screen of light, a chaotic battle would have been inevitable.

"The fog here is different from the black fog on the Shadow Island."

"It's like having your own will and thoughts, rather than just relying on instinct to pollute your soul."

"I don't like it here either."

Vigus sat on the black shadow with her long sleeves draped over her body, her eyes half-lidded and half-opened, and she looked very chic compared to Leicester and the other four.

"I hate excitement, and I hate chatter even more."

Nodding thoughtfully, Leicester looked at Mirror Claw and Yuwei, who had solemn expressions. Mirror Claw was fine, and Yuwei, who had always liked jumping around, had become a little darling. Lester didn't believe that such a cheap thing could happen. .

"Speaking of which, how much did you know about Shadow Island when you were still working in the underworld?"

"We rarely come to Shadow Island. In order to find the lost powerful souls, we occasionally come here secretly."

After a pause, Mirror Claw continued.

"What is certain is that the fog here is more threatening than the black fog.

Although the black mist has some of the death attributes of the underworld, it is completely different from the underworld.

The black mist is born from death and reverses into life. It is not annihilation, but assimilation and erosion.

Therefore, the black mist itself has different characteristics of life and death, and the mist here is richer than the black mist, perfectly blending the corroded soul.

If we want to trace its origins, we have to start with the founding of Kamavia. By chance, the first king unearthed a magic two-handed sword from ancient times from a magic tomb.

This magic sword is contaminated with an unknown aura of death. It is only because of the long-term suppression that the magic sword has temporarily lost its ability to inflict death. Even if it has lost most of its power, this sword is enough for the first king to create an independent kingdom. The edge of the blade is strong enough to blow hair and break hair, and cut iron like clay.

Kamavia was founded with the help of a magical weapon. This magic sword also became an important token of the royal family's inheritance of power. By chance, the magic sword, which had been reduced to an ordinary weapon, polluted the most holy spring of life, life and death. Instant reversal, the body is ruined, the soul is decayed, death is not dead, life is not rebirth, the soul merges with the black mist, and the soul-eating mist is born.

The only problem is that all this soul-eating fog is condensed here. "

Hearing this, Yuwei scratched his head and his expression became more solemn.

"So...what does it mean?"

Lester, however, had no intention of making fun of Yuwei and said in a deep voice.

"It means that the fog here has a soul, not the soulless fog over in St. Leicester Town.

This result is definitely not accidental, it must be due to some reason...perhaps it has something to do with the Soul Shepherd, etc., Soul Shepherd, Mist with Soul, Soulless Ghoul, Mist Maiden..."

After thinking about the key point, Lester's expression changed slightly, but the fog began to roll, and a blood-curdling scream came from the fog.

"Ready to fight."

More than a dozen ghouls jumped out of the fog. Before anyone else could do anything, a sacred arc spread from Syndra's holy stone staff and directly purified the group of ghouls in the air.

Under the impact of the holy light, even the fog dissipated a lot, and a temple was vaguely visible in the center of the cemetery.

After glancing at Vigus who was dozing off, Lester spoke.

"Let's pick up the pace."

[My corpse ghosts all died in an instant. They were completely different from the previous tomb robbers. This person actually had such a powerful power. Since he came to the door, maybe I should go and get in touch with him. 】

After thinking for a moment, Yorick stood up and walked towards the mist, with the Maiden of the Mist quietly following behind him, like an inseparable shadow.

The two groups of people walked toward each other and soon met each other in the tomb forest. Vigus opened her eyes and glanced at Yorick, then quickly closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

In Lester's eyes, the appearance of Soul Shepherd Yorick is roughly similar to that in the game. There is a holy water bottle hanging on his chest that can dispel the fog, but his height and shape are extremely huge, like a little giant, plus that The pointed shovel with a very oppressive handle was no different from Lu Zhishen holding a Zen staff.

At the same time, Yorick also looked at the five uninvited guests in front of him, a female mage who knew holy light magic, two girls with strange auras and a strong sense of threat, and a dozing yordle. Especially the leader The young man gave Yorick an extremely contradictory feeling.

It's like a dead person who should be buried in a grave and wither and rot, but lives in the world with the purity of a baby.

For a moment Yorick didn't even know what to say.

"Owner of this cemetery, we come from outside Blessing Island. We have no ill intentions and are only here for you."

The ancient Hylian language spoken by Lester instantly made Yorick feel more favorable to him.

"I wonder if we could find a place to chat?"

"good."

The bored gourd Yorick held the shovel for a long time and held it in for a long time. Just when Lester thought that the big monk was going to hit him to death with the shovel, Yorick finally choked out a word and looked indescribably happy.

It was okay to talk to corpses and ghosts, but it was really difficult for Yorick to talk to living people.

The wealthy Yorick turned and walked towards the [Twilight Brotherhood] [Ancient Soul Burial Temple].

Because Syndra was a little uneasy, Lester didn't follow too closely. He followed Yorick about ten meters away and looked at the ghost-like Maiden of the Mist.

If he didn't understand the plot, it would be hard for Lester to imagine that Foego's wife would turn into such a ghost after her death.

No wonder it hurt so much. He probably couldn't bear the thought of his woman's body becoming like this after she died.

The Ancient Burial Soul Temple is not too far away. Under the leadership of Yorick, Lester and his party only walked for about half an hour before arriving at the Ancient Burial Soul Temple.

Most of the temple walls and most of the buildings have collapsed, with only the most remote courtyard still standing.

This courtyard seems to be a morgue. The simple yet exquisitely carved columns are like empty ghost faces, decaying and blurred in the most unbearable places, making it difficult to see clearly.

The spiral staircase leads to the second floor, but Yorick has no intention of going up to the second floor. Instead, he takes Lester to the yard, puts the shovel on the ground, and sits down on the brand new tombstone. Staring at Lester with two glowing green eyes without blinking.

Lester took a look at the angular tombstone and had to say that Yorick did have a skill. However, Yorick's glaucoma needed to be treated. He didn't see that his good apprentice Sindra had left aside Have you lost your face?

"Hello, my name is Lester, a survivor of the Hylian civilization. Can I know your name?"

After a pause, Yorick took off his thick hood, rubbed his thick beard, and twisted his face as if he was constipated. After a while, he pouted his mouth.

"Yorick."

While waiting, Lester, who was also scratching his head, understood that this communication might be a little difficult.

Yorick is somewhat autistic. If he didn't get into a relationship first and directly asked Yorick for the holy water in the crystal bottle, he would be so speechless that he would be so anxious that Yorick would just take it. Tombstones hit people.

Taking a deep breath, Lester tried to calm down his tone and spoke sincerely.

"My men have been harassing me, thank you Lord Yorick for showing mercy."

"No, it's okay."

After saying a few words, Yorick, who tried hard to mistake Smiling Lester for a ghoul, relaxed a little and was not as restrained as before.

"It's very dangerous here, you should stay away."

Lester sighed.

"How can there be a safe place on Blessed Light Island today... I wonder if Mr. Yorick knows about the Illuminati Sect?"

Yorick was stunned for a moment, then nodded,

The Illuminati Sect and the Twilight Brotherhood are both local sects of Blessed Light Island. The difference is that the members of the Illuminati Sect are mages with magical talents and believe in the Holy Light and Justice. They are relatively tall.

The Twilight Brotherhood is the funeral society on Blessed Light Island. They focus on providing one-stop services for the deceased with their grave digging shovels. They have been professionally carrying coffins for thirty years. They guarantee that they will sleep in the coffin and die as soon as they sleep. It will not be uncomfortable. welcome.

He himself is the most unpopular monk in the unpopular Twilight Brotherhood.

Seeing that Yorick lowered his head, knowing that he was on the right track, Lester continued.

"To be honest with you, Mr. Yorick, I am an existing member of the Illuminati Religion. I rebuilt the Sentinels of Light to restore Blessed Light Island, and I am committed to finding the factors that lead to the ruin of Blessed Light Island. This is also the main reason why my men came to disturb you.

I need to unite all the forces that can be united, all the companions who are willing to resist the black mist and eliminate the ghosts,

Lord Yorick, I want to find a companion, and I need your help. "

Hearing this, Yorick looked at Leicester in surprise, reversing the ruined king and rebuilding Blessed Island. Isn't this the result of his efforts?

But he can't even get out of the cemetery. He can only guard this tomb and ancient temple for so many years. How can he realize his wish?

"You found a way to reverse it?"

Lester shook his head.

"Not yet, but I already know the location of Foego, the source of ruin."

Yorick said in a low voice with an undisguised expression of disappointment.

"I have no choice but to leave here."

"Why?"

"If I leave, Misty, she will die."

Yorick pointed at the Maiden of the Mist beside him. For so many years, he had only been accompanied by this dumb ghoul, and letting the big ghoul die was something he absolutely could not accept.

Lester frowned, not expecting that it was Foego's wife who became Yorick's bondage.

Use Isulde's body to trap Yorick in the soul-eating mist and slowly consume the energy of the holy water in Yorick's chest. Until the holy water disappears, Yorick will be swallowed and assimilated by the black mist. At that time, Foego's wife's What kind of existence will the body become?

There is no doubt that this is a big game.

Lester believed that even Mordekaiser did not have this ability. After all, Mordekaiser would not know that the killer sent by LeBlanc to Kamavia would inadvertently kill the target's wife, thereby indirectly causing the destruction of Blessed Light Island.

Not daring to think too much about the cause and effect, Lester was a little worried about how to leverage this crucial link.

Before, I thought that if Yorick didn't give him the holy water, he would just grab it. Now it seems that not only can't he grab it, but he also has to keep Yorick's holy water.

As a result, the sacred tree became a problem again.

Things get more troublesome.