The Glory of Noxus

Shadow of War Hecarim!

Hearing Raven's words, ripples of fear quickly spread across the Siren, and everyone stood still with a stiff expression.

Even Miss Fortune was no exception!

She looked at the fully armed knight riding a warhorse in the black fog, and horror appeared in her eyes.

Shadow of War!

He was once called Hecarim, but no one knew whether this was his real name or a storyteller's fabrication.

In many dark legends, he is an endless killing, an unquenchable rage, and a nightmare where no one survives.

Only fools dare to tell stories about the Shadow of War by the fire, and they have to drink enough rum to sink a warship.

Woo! Woo!

The low sound of the horn continued to sound, blowing away the dark black fog.

The Shadow of War has fully emerged from the fog, and on the demon helmet covered with ghost fire, there are cold eyes staring at the Siren.

Miss Fortune then realized that the Shadow of War was more than just riding a warhorse.

A deep chill of fear wrapped around Sarah's soul like a shroud.

Hecarim might have been a knight, but now the rider and his mount have become one, a towering beast born only to destroy.

"What should we do now?" Raven swallowed subconsciously and asked softly.

Miss Fortune gritted her teeth and turned her eyes away from the armored Hecarim, only to find that behind him, a large group of ghost knights were approaching.

They were the Dread Knights!

They were glowing with pale green translucent flames, holding spears and swords with black gas.

Miss Fortune suppressed her fear, knowing that the Siren was now at a critical moment of life and death.

She had to be responsible for the lives of everyone on the Siren.

But the situation now was more serious than the previous Soul-Eating Night.

In the Haunting Nights that Miss Fortune and Raven had experienced, it was rare to see terrifying beings like Hecarim on the Shadow Isles.

Woohoo!

Suddenly, the low horn sounded rapid, like the sound of a drum.

Then, Hecarim raised a hooked broad-bladed halberd, and a green flame burst out from the murderous blade.

The Dread Knights behind him also raised their spears and swords.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As Hecarim swung the broad-bladed halberd in his hand, the Dread Knights galloped on their horses, and the rolling black fog roared.

The sound of their horses' hooves was like a torrent of catharsis, roaring and surging, as if to devour everything that blocked their way forward.

The Siren, a huge ship that galloped unimpeded on the Sea of ​​Watchers, was like a fallen leaf in the face of the Dread Knights' charge.

The statue of the bearded lady on the bow, the patron saint in the hearts of the crew, seemed to have been severely damaged at this moment, and it cracked with a bang.

The fragments of the statue scattered in the air, vaguely foreshadowing the impending doom.

Including the pattern of the river king engraved on the wooden stakes, it was also full of cracks, as if it could not withstand the anger of the black fog.

"Fire!"

Miss Fortune looked at the scene in front of her, her expression suddenly changed, and she roared.

Boom!

The Siren roared for the last time in the desperate place, and the gun ports opened.

I saw that the cannons were like angry beasts, emitting scorching light and firing black shells.

The shells cut through the sky, with the sound of breaking through the air, and hit the oncoming Dread Knights fiercely.

The shells fell, and instantly burst out with terrifying destructive power, and the strong smell of sulfur filled the air.

The impact of the explosion caused the armor of the Dread Knights to break, and the ghost horses let out a shrill whine.

However, these shells, which were seasoned by Miss Fortune, could not cause fatal damage to the Dread Knights.

Under the thick cover of rolling black fog, those seemingly fatal injuries were only temporary.

The Dread Knights who rushed over seemed to have immortal bodies.

The broken armor and injured ghost horses revived again in the black fog, stood up again, and continued to charge towards the Siren.

The ghost fire in their eyes became brighter and brighter, reflecting the frightened faces of the crew on the Siren.

Crack! Crack!

The storm of fear came, and the hull of the Siren was corroded and wailed.

The Dread Knights raised their spears and swords, turned into the death god who harvested life, and slashed at the crew.

Although the crew fought hard, they were soon severely injured in the face of the charge of the Dread Knights.

For a time, blood splattered and wailing came one after another.

Some people's blood froze directly under the black fog, and they watched the swords fall and cut off their heads.

Some people saw their hearts pierced by spears, and the severe pain made them almost unable to breathe.

What's more terrifying is that some ghost horses actually began to gnaw on their corpses, as if celebrating this bloody feast.

In the tragic battle, more than a dozen brave crew members on the Siren fell in a pool of blood.

Their souls were stripped from their corpses and turned into undead, wandering above the heads of the Dread Knights.

These undeads had distorted faces and their eyes were full of reluctance and anger. Under the guidance of invisible forces, they rushed towards their companions who had fought side by side.

Looking at the horrific scene in front of them, despair filled the hearts of the crew.

They began to doubt whether they could still survive this storm.

Bang!

At this moment, a burning bullet shot from the bow and accurately pierced the head of a Dread Knight.

Then it bounced off another Dread Knight at a weird angle, shattering half of his body.

It's Miss Fortune!

Her appearance brings hope to nearby crew members and rekindles their fighting spirit.

They raised their muskets and swords and fought to the death with the Dread Knights, calling either the Bearded Lady, their lovers, or simply some pagan evil god from some distant place.

"Just believe it!"

Miss Fortune has no time to think too much, and now she just wants to take her crew out of here.

You must know that the current Shadow of War Hecarim has not yet taken action.

Once the leader of the Dread Knights joins the fray, the Siren's situation will become even worse.

Perhaps it was because the knights under his command were unable to end the battle.

Hecarim's will-o'-the-wisp hands flickered gently, and the huge broad-bladed halberd in his hand ignited with a rich glow.

In the endless black fog.

On the bay of Bilgewater, there is a black ship moving slowly forward.

The bright yellow lights hanging at the bow of the ship dispersed the black fog, and the tragic situation near the upper city could be faintly seen.

"Did you find it?"

Gangplank raised his three-cornered hat and looked at the black mist with gloomy eyes.

He smelled a hint of uneasiness. This time the soul-eating night seemed a little different.

However, when Planck looked at the statue of the bearded lady at the bow of the ship, he felt certain in his heart.

"The black fog is too thick and affects the field of vision too much, but according to previous intelligence, it should be nearby."

Frost behind him tightly grasped the meat hook in his hand, staring at the black mist with vigilant eyes.

"Found it, found it!"

"The Siren's position is in the northeast, and it seems to be fighting."

The crew members of the Iron Hook Gang shouted excitedly from the observation deck, with unconcealable joy in their voices.

When Planck heard this, he immediately raised the telescope in his hand and saw scattered firelights and a pearl-colored sail in the thick black fog.

"Haha, I finally found you, Sarah!"

Planck put down the telescope and grinned.

He will never forget the scene of the Abyss burning.

"Speed ​​up for me!"

Gangplank gave the order, holding the scimitar at his waist tightly with his left hand.

"Speed ​​up and move forward!"

"Speed ​​up and move forward!"

The roars of the crew broke the silent atmosphere of the black fog and echoed on the cold sea.

In the surrounding black mist, green will-o'-the-wisps would occasionally come over, but they seemed to have sensed something and only dared to look at them from a distance.

On the icy sea, the Terror cut through the wind and waves, moving forward quickly like a bloodthirsty shark, menacing and unstoppable.

Gradually, the sound of artillery fire came from the distance, as well as the sounds of fighting and roaring, one after another.

Gangplank stood on the bow of the ship, looking at the increasingly clear firelight and battle scenes in the distance.

He saw Miss Fortune Sarah fighting some undead knights.

Swinging the sword with one hand, he cut off the incoming sword, while crushing the knight's head with his pistol.

"It's the Dread Knight!"

Frost recognized the identity of the undead knight who was fighting the Siren, and looked horrified.

Then he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the black mist near the Siren, and saw a centaur knight wearing armor and a demon helmet.

"Shadow of War."

Gangplank also noticed Hecarim's presence.

The terrifying figure recorded in the dark legend is wrapped in black mist, like the god of death in hell, making people feel frightened.

The crew members on the ship watched everything in front of them silently, their faces full of solemnity.

"Haha, these guys can't scare me!"

Gangplank spat and looked fiercely at the Siren and Miss Fortune.

"The main gun is ready to fire!"

He raised his iron prosthetic leg, pointed at the location of the Siren, and waved it brazenly.

【Cannon Curtain】!

The crew behind them heard Gangplank's voice and had already loaded the cannonballs.

When the iron prosthetic limbs were swung, they fired decisively.

Boom! Boom!

The sound of cannons resounding in the sky echoed on the sea.

The Terror's two main guns spit out blazing flames like two giant dragons. The shells cut through the darkness like two beams of light reaching the sky, directly hitting the Siren.

The huge impact caused the Siren's hull to shake violently, leaving two huge holes. Black smoke and fire appeared from the holes, which looked extremely tragic.

Along the way, those fearful knights who had no time to dodge were also covered by artillery fire.

Their figures disappeared in the gunfire, leaving only pieces of will-o'-the-wisps and wailing sounds.

Gangplank watched all this happening coldly, with no mercy in his eyes, only the desire for revenge.

However, this is just the beginning.

On the Terror in the distance, cannons roared, dazzling flames lit up at the muzzles, and a terrifying barrage dropped.

Just a moment.

The area where the Siren was located was instantly baptized by violent shells, and blazing firelight lit up in the darkness.

Under the bombardment of artillery fire, the black fog melted instantly, revealing the ruined hull of the Siren that had already been ignited in flames.

Under the sudden attack of artillery fire, the fear knights turned into black mist and dissipated in the artillery fire.

However, when the crew heard the roar of the two main guns, they hid in advance to avoid the baptism of shells.

They hid in the corners of the cabin or behind the shelter of the ship's hull, nervously watching the situation on the deck.

"Take a bath in a cannonball!"

Planck stood on the bow of the Terror, looking at the Siren in the distance with flames rising to the sky, and laughed excitedly.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the Siren no longer had the luxurious and neat image before.

However, under the impact of artillery fire, the black fog in the distance rolled up, and some of it was faintly rushing towards this side.

Planck was about to issue a new order, but when he saw the scene in front of him, his expression changed immediately.

"Damn, what do these Dread Knights want to do?"

He turned to look at Frost and spoke in a deep voice.

"Load the Shellbreaker! Aim at these Dread Knights!"

Frost nodded and went to the position of the two main guns in person, ready to operate them personally, and deal with the upcoming Dread Knights with the greatest firepower.

Clang! Clang!

After the two main guns were loaded, Frost aimed at the attacking Dread Knights and ignited the fire line directly.

Boom! Boom!

The two main guns fired at the same time, and the scorching light was like a sharp sword, piercing through the array of Dread Knights.

However, before Frost could show his joy.

The black fog surged again, and the Dread Knights hit by the artillery fire were not completely destroyed.

They turned into wisps of black fog, condensed into shape again, and rode their horses to the Terror again.

The black fog covered the sea, and the Dread Knights walked on the dark road and came to the Terror fearlessly.

Bang!

[Gunfire Negotiation]!

Gangplank fired directly, firing a burning bullet, smashing the head of the Dread Knight.

Then he drew the scimitar at his waist and cut open the ghost horse stepping on the dark green flame.

"Something is wrong with this Soul-Eating Night."

Gangplank frowned, looking at the rolling fog, seeing the Dread Knights resurrected, and shot again to deal with these undead undead creatures.

"According to the rules, they should not leave the Shadow Island."

But now, he has to consider how to stop the offensive of these Dread Knights.

With the strength of ordinary people on the crew, it is completely impossible to resist the Dread Knights.

"Hmm?"

Just as Gangplank's thoughts were surging, he saw a glow in front of him.

"Is this the symbol of Nagakabouros?"

"This artillery attack"

Miss Fortune Sarah hid at the bottom of the ship's side to avoid the attack of the cannon barrage.

"Something familiar feels like!"

She looked at the shaking Siren, and a strange feeling emerged in her heart.

With the help of the bright firelight, Miss Fortune looked at the Terror in the distance, saw two huge main guns, and a familiar figure standing at the bow.

"Gangplank!"

She said word by word, her eyes red, and endless hatred emerged.

"Don't be impulsive, what we have to do now is to leave here."

Raven noticed Sarah's unstable mood and spoke in a firm voice.

"While someone is attracting the attention of the Dread Knight, we have to find a way to escape."

Miss Fortune Sarah suddenly woke up and looked deeply at Gangplank.

She quickly stood up, looked around at the much darker fog, and rushed to the position of the stern rudder.