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"Just tonight, isn't it?"

The young child questioned her mother.

A tiny sheen reflected in her little chestnut-colored hole. Her mother just nodded slightly, holding her tighter. At the same time, signal the child to stop making a sound.

Head to head, they huddled under the windows, looking out at the street from the edge of the planks that sealed the windows.

Outside the house, several men stood side by side. They stared at the sky, the bright moonlight gradually being obscured by a dark cloud.

The horizon in the distance gradually became a lake, and there, an invisible black mist emitting a gloomy green light was attacking at an extremely fast speed. They could almost smell the stench of those things—the desire to live collided with the responsibilities of fathers and husbands, and in the end, the latter had the upper hand.

"Are we going to die?"

one of them asked.

His answer was answered. A man with a pistol leaned against the stack of heavy crates and said with a smile: "Not necessarily, Halke. Maybe the offal thinks your meat is stinky and won't eat you."

"Fuck you."

The man called Halke cursed, and the joke between the two caused a burst of laughter.

Fear was washed away, and they clenched the weapons in their hands, not knowing how long they could resist. These people are not pirates, not gangsters, they are just a bunch of ordinary stevedores. Usually sells some coolies on the pier.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have stayed in places like this until now - they didn't have the money to leave by boat, they didn't join any gangs, and they weren't allowed to take their families to the shelters prepared by the gangs.

Halke turned his head to look at his home, his wife's profile looming in front of the slatted window, watching him through the gap. He raised his hand and motioned for her to hide. The woman shook her head stubbornly. This made Halke chuckle. She has been so stubborn ever since he knew her.

"Okay, you crazy woman," he muttered. "At least I sealed the doors and windows, alas, damn it."

The young child asked her mother again: "Why don't Uncle Halke and Dad come in?"

"Stop it, Yada," her mother replied softly. "Close your eyes, okay? Get some sleep, and you'll be fine until tomorrow morning."

"But I can't sleep, mother."

Confused, the child said, "And you're shaking, are you scared?"

The mother turned her face away and hummed the old lullaby in a trembling voice, preventing the child from seeing the tears in her eyes. Her soft voice continued for a while, and the child stopped asking questions.

She loved the song, and it was probably the only thing she ever really had in her childhood with few happy memories. When she is unhappy, her mother sings this song, and when she is about to fall asleep, her mother also sings this song.

Black fog swept from the sea level far away. This is the lowest level of Bilgewater, a place where only poor people live, and it is also the first stop for the undead to land.

Halke clenched the sword in his hand, he had never used it. Just watching others wield it, that gangster killed three people at once with something like this. He was almost scared to death watching it.

He didn't know if he could do the same...just wish his wife would live longer.

At least longer than him.

"Get ready, buddies." The man he was joking with leaned back against the crate, his face pale, his gun grip in an amateurish manner. "The dark fog is coming."

He was telling the truth.

The black fog was already in front of them. One second, it was still beside the rocks and waves, but the next second, it had already set foot on the bottom street.

The mother closed her eyes, but the child screamed happily as if she had seen something interesting: "Mom! Mom! Look! There is a person standing in front of that fog! What is he doing?"

She looked in surprise, but found that it was indeed as she said, there was indeed a person standing there.

A tall and thin figure stood in front of the black mist,

No one knew when he appeared, he just stood there until the black mist completely engulfed him.

Then, golden flames erupted from it.

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He Shenyan stood calmly in the black mist, and the wailing of the undead kept coming from his ears.

It seemed to be a completely different world in the black fog, and the sight of the street disappeared. In its place was a wasteland, with no living creatures. The sky is battered, like a rusted canvas, the disgusting colors are disgusting.

He was not surprised.

A pale bony hand rose from the ground beneath his feet, and a pale green light radiated from the dirt.

"interesting."

The sorcerer commented.

The undead crawling out of the soil with rotting flesh and blood hanging between its ribs was frozen, and it kept its crawling action and stayed in place.

The miserable green light in its eyes subsided, and it stopped moving. The curse that kept it alive after death was lifted, and a shattered blob of light flew out of its skull, rising into the sky and disappearing.

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"I originally thought it was a undead spell, but I didn't expect it to be a curse... No, it was a blessing that was reversed."

He Shenyan muttered to himself, stretched out his hand and pointed to a distance, the other end of the wasteland began to ignite golden flames out of thin air. , the voices of the undead disappeared. A tall shadow rolled out of the black fog in a daze.

Its upper body is a knight in armor without a helmet, and the place that should have been the head is now a naked and ferocious skeleton. The mutated skull head grew its jaw, as if screaming.

The upper body can barely be said to be a bit humanoid, but the lower body is weirdly twisted into a dead iron horse, burning with a raging fire.

This twisted creature that was full of rage and malice even in its soul shivered and slowly knelt to the ground, the halberd in its hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Killing the weak makes you happy, doesn't it?"

The mage has his hands behind his back, not even looking at it. It was just talking to himself faintly, and the alien knight could not answer at all - the golden flame was burning its bones and soul, and even in order to make it feel the pain for a longer time, the mage also deliberately used the power of the flame. reduced to one percent of the original.

Even one percent, though, is unbearable for something like it.

Its armor melted and deformed in the flames, sounding like the dying cry of a dying man. The mage wandered to it, lost the leadership of this general, and the rest of the undead stopped their recovery one after another. Either stay under the dirt and stop moving, or stay sluggishly in the dark mist.

He Shenyan stretched out his hand and took off its head. The hand is cold, and the curse that constitutes its soul is trying to resist the burning of the flame. The ice-blue spiritual fire spews out from the eye socket, almost turning into a liquid, and slowly flowing onto the face of the skeleton, like two tears. .

He Shenyan held it up and suddenly showed a smile: "It seems like a good time to say this... well."

He shrugged: "Then let's pay tribute."

Two points of golden light rose from his eyes until they ignited the opposite eyes, turning into two burning stars. The undead inevitably looked at him, and heard his calm voice: "Look at my eyes..."

In those two golden flames, he saw his whole life.

His country... enlists in the army, gets reused, leads the Legion - the Iron Legion.

Every detail is so vivid and vivid. On the contrary, it made his heart more painful, and he remembered every scene that flashed in front of him—but that was exactly what he was trying to get rid of.

young him. Just joined the army, on the surface it looks like a talent, but in fact the evil thoughts in my heart have begun to expand gradually.

He deliberately did not go to rescue the chief. Let him die so that he can take power and take the entire Legion into his hands, so that he can carry out his crazy plans.

With a sword in hand, he wantonly slaughtered the innocent people he swore to protect.

...Fuguang Island, Kalista who was pierced by herself, the mad young king. He saw that he ignored the black fog that swept in, but only laughed wildly and slaughtered the unarmed people. Feeling their blood gushing out of their fragile flesh, enjoying this moment of bloody pleasure.

Then, the black mist engulfed him. He turned into an alien undead and was firmly tied to his warhorse. Every year, he returns from the world of the dead to continue his only wish in life.

massacre.

The flashback of the screen disappeared.

The last thing he saw was two dots of golden light.

He Shenyan casually dropped the cracked skull in his hand. It was so fragile that it couldn't even endure this collision. It just shattered as soon as it touched the ground. The pale bone fragments were scattered all over the place, and for a lunatic who had made many murders before his death, his ending was still too good.

The scene around him was changing rapidly, the sky of the wasteland quickly transformed into something more terrifying, and the rusted canvas gradually turned into a chaotic storm without logic. It looked like something vomited by a drunk madman, and it looked extremely disgusting.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

He Shenyan sneered, the world inside the black fog was made of curses. It looks solid, but it's actually very fragile.

Just like the skull of the undead, its skull could not even withstand a simple collision after losing the support of the curse, and the world in the black mist did not even need to collide for him.

A simple wave can destroy this place, however, not yet.

He turned around, and as his body gradually changed, the existence of the mage himself was gradually disappearing from here, and even the fact that he himself had been here and killed an undead named Hecarim was gradually disappearing.