The Glory of Noxus

"Soul-eating Night!"

"Carnival time in the Shadow Isles!"

Huo Jixing suppressed the hesitation and anxiety in his heart and quickly turned back to Bilgewater.

The clouds and mist quickly disappeared beside him, and the Blue Flame Islands came into view.

As soon as Huo Jixing returned to the tavern, he summoned Yosip.

When Yosip, dressed as a bartender, saw Huo Jixing, his expression was full of doubts.

"Have your people been sent out in the morning?" Huo Jixing said bluntly.

"I specially arranged it so that people can completely believe it." Yosip replied respectfully.

"Is there something wrong?"

"You can ask again."

Huo Jixing shook his head slightly and gave instructions to Yosip.

"OK!"

Yosip's heart sank, thinking that something serious had gone wrong, so he immediately changed into casual clothes and left the tavern in person.

In Huo Jixing's contemplation, time passed slowly.

Dusk hour.

When Yosip returned to the tavern again, there was a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

He entered the room and after seeing Huo Jixing, he said in a hurry.

"Sir, something is wrong!"

Yosip's voice was like the trembling leaves in the autumn wind, with an unconcealable panic.

"What's the problem?"

Huo Jixing opened his eyes, and his gentle voice contained spiritual power that seemed to have materialized, soothing Yosip's uneasiness.

The person in charge of the Leiser Guard Secret Office seemed to be inexplicably frightened, and he no longer looked as calm as before.

"All the people I sent out have lost contact." Yosip replied.

"I also specifically asked the workers near the dock and learned that all the ships that went out in the morning were also missing, and no news was sent back."

Huo Jixing frowned and thought to himself: Sure enough, there is something wrong with the black mist coming from Shadow Island.

"It's Soul Eating Night!"

Huo Jixing had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he finally told the current situation.

"Soul-Eating Night!?"

Yosip's expression suddenly changed, and his exclamations spread throughout the backyard of the tavern.

"How is this possible?"

He stammered and whispered, his voice full of disbelief.

"It's not yet time for Soul Erosion Night to begin."

Yosip tried to convince himself, but fell silent as he spoke.

Because he could confirm from Huo Jixing's calm expression that the matter was true.

Soul Erosion Night has been brought forward!

As the person in charge of the Reese Defense Secretariat in Bilgewater, he understood the meaning of Soul Eating Night very well.

It was an endless nightmare, the release of the most terrifying power of Shadow Island.

But now, this nightmare had come early, catching him off guard.

"Immediately send the order to recall all the soldiers guarding Leise." Huo Jixing made a final decision.

"Yes, Lord Huo Jixing."

Yosip took a deep breath, bowed, and walked away, disappearing into the darkness behind the door.

In Bilgewater Bay, there are many Reiser garrison soldiers who hide their identities and are scattered in different places.

He must convey the order as soon as possible, so that all the soldiers guarding Leiser can quickly assemble to prepare for the upcoming Soul Eating Night.

Yosip walked quickly while recalling past experiences.

"On some nights, a group of hungry souls wander forward in the billowing black mist."

"The black mist carries them across the sea to hunt creatures and strengthen the darkness with new dead souls."

Lower town.

Under the silent night.

In the dark alley, there is a black figure running in panic.

The torn red cloak on his body fluttered in the night wind, like a blood-stained flag stained with blood.

Behind him is a group of Hook Gang men armed with various weapons.

The eyes of these guys flashed with fierce light, and their roars came one after another, like angry beasts, vowing to tear the black figure in front of them into pieces.

"Damn it, are these Gangplank's maned dogs crazy?"

While running, Graves opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression gloomy.

"Chasing from the White Harbor area of ​​the Slaughterhouse to the Lower City, aren't they afraid of causing misunderstandings among other gangs?"

Before his thoughts could settle, Graves frowned and his heart skipped a beat.

Buzz!

The sound of a bowstring being loosened pierced the night sky.

In the deep alley, a few rays of cold light penetrated the darkness like lightning, reaching behind Graves.

It seems that he smells fatal danger.

Graves' body reacted instantly, sliding forward and turning sideways quickly to avoid the crossbow arrows fired from behind.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of dull crashes sounded, and four iron crossbow arrows were deeply embedded in the wall, and the tail fins trembled gently in the night wind.

Graves stared at the iron crossbow in front of him, his expression suddenly changed.

He quickly took out his double-barreled shotgun and loaded the gunpowder roll with skill.

【End of the road】!

When he passed the corner of the alley, Graves turned around suddenly and looked at the Hook Gang who were chasing him with a grin.

His left hand firmly pressed the gun body of Destiny, and his right hand moved the trigger without hesitation.

The next moment!

A dull thunderous explosion sounded, shaking the alley.

The bright yellow flames ignited, like a turbulent wave, swallowing up everyone chasing after him.

Suddenly, wails and screams sounded in the alley.

The gangsters of the Iron Hook Gang fell to the ground one after another under the impact of the flames and pill tablets.

They struggled painfully, trying to escape from the horrific sea of ​​fire.

But the ruthless flames ignited, surrounded them tightly, and harvested their lives.

Waiting for the flames to gradually die out.

More than a dozen broken bodies were left on the blue-gray ground, most of which had traces of burning.

The minions of the Iron Hook Gang looked at the piled up bodies and hesitated.

But thinking of the person who gave the order, they could no longer care about the fear in their hearts.

These minions ignored the sulphur smell in the air, stepped on the bodies of their companions, and continued to rush towards Graves.

Graves, who had just walked a short distance, heard the footsteps coming from behind again, and cursed in a low voice.

He immediately raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and fired two shots at the back.

The dull roar was accompanied by the blooming of two blood flowers, and instantly drew a cruel arc in the night sky.

The minions of the Iron Hook Gang fell again, but their number was too large, and some continued to chase them.

Graves knew that this was not a solution, and he had to find a way to get rid of these pursuers.

So he pulled out a gray-white bottle from his waist and threw it on the ground.

[Smoke bomb]!

The gray-white bottle flicked a few times, and the bottle mouth broke, and bursts of white smoke poured out, quickly filling the alley.

The smoke had a strong irritating smell, making it difficult to breathe and unable to see the road ahead.

Graves took the opportunity to rush out of the smoke, without stopping, and continued to run, looking for a place to hide.

The Iron Hook Gang minions behind him could not continue to chase, so they could only stop helplessly and try to dispel the white fog in front of them.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

Graves ran out of the alley and ran along the main road of the outer city.

Just after running a short distance, he saw a familiar person not far from his side.

"Hey, Cui Zi, you look a little embarrassed."

Graves looked at the panting Trist in front of him, grinned, and said with a smile.

"Much better than you."

After taking a few deep breaths, Drizzt looked at Graves, who was covered in blood, with a smug expression.

Compared to him.

Drizzt was indeed much better, his luxurious clothes were still clean and tidy, with only a little blood on the sleeves.

It was obvious that he had also experienced a chase.

"Did you get rid of them?"

Drizzt felt the cool autumn air on the street and wrapped himself tightly in his luxurious dress.

He walked quickly with Graves, and the cards in his hands flew.

The two seemed to have bad luck.

They originally went to the slaughter dock to inquire about the news, but happened to meet the patrolling Iron Hook Gang bastards.

Later, for some reason, these Iron Hook Gang members actually started to chase them, with a sense of never-ending struggle.

"The rumors are true, Gangplank is definitely back, otherwise these mane dogs would not chase us so hard."

A trace of worry appeared on Graves's rough face.

They participated in the operation to depose Gangplank and witnessed the sinking of the Abyss.

"We have to find a safe place to hide."

Drizzt nodded in agreement. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the Iron Hook Gang minions pouring out of the alley on the left.

[Universal Card]!

Drizzt immediately stopped flipping the cards and drew three cards of different colors.

He aimed at the Iron Hook Gang minions chasing him, flicked his wrist, and threw the cards in his hand.

Buzz! Buzz!

The cards cut through the night sky, with red, blue and yellow light, reflecting the terrified faces.

The seemingly soft cards turned into the Grim Reaper's sickle at this moment, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Iron Hook Gang minions.

Each card hit the target accurately, bringing a piece of blood.

At the same time, Graves also raised his destiny, aimed at the Iron Hook Gang minions in the distance, and fired two shots from a distance.

The sound of gunfire rang out, and two bullets hit the target, splashing two bursts of blood.

The two cooperated perfectly and quickly defeated the group of Iron Hook Gang's minions.

Afterwards, Graves and Drizzt continued to run in the cold wind of the autumn night, looking for an opportunity to escape.

Their figures shuttled through the alleys and streets, leaving behind a series of hurried footsteps.

The sound of the Iron Hook Gang chasing and killing was also heard frequently not far away, disturbing the nearby residential area.

But the nearby residents hid in the room and dared not make any sound.

Blood and death added a touch of cruel color to the silent night.

"Wait.!"

Drizzt looked down at the cards in his hand, his eyes were solemn, and he chose to open the cards again.

He took the cards back and shuffled them, and opened three cards in turn. After seeing the same result as before, he immediately looked around.

In the field of vision, at the end of the street, there was a brightly lit tavern standing, waiting for the arrival of guests.

"What's wrong, Drizzt?"

Grevos heard the voice, stopped, looked back at Drizzt, and looked a little puzzled.

"We should have found a safe place."

Drizzt looked at the tavern in the distance, his tone somewhat uncertain.

But he had great faith in his own strength, and he could interpret the omen of fate from shuffling and cutting the cards.