The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

Early morning in Sussnum, enjoying the first rays of sunlight from sea level.

This is a free island between Shadow Isles and Bilgewater.

Because of the geographical location, many gold diggers who want to venture to Shadow Island will rest here for a day.

The island of Sasnum has also become prosperous and lively, with a strong commercial atmosphere and an endless stream of merchants.

But beauty and peace are never eternal melody, and on a day that should have been calm, everything was broken by an ominous breath.

"Look, what is that!?"

The sailor in charge of the lookout exclaimed, then slid down from the mast all the way to the deck in a panic, and ran towards the captain's room.

His actions and shouts caught the attention of the other sailors, who rushed towards the bow.

"What's the noise, a group of guys who want to be lazy." Captain Glow was sipping a bottle of fine wine when he heard the noise outside and walked out of the cabin scoldingly.

However, when he came to the bow and saw the scene on the sea not far away, the scolding stopped immediately.

The sailors beside him had already lost the tools in their hands, their legs trembled with fright, and their faces were horrified:

"Ship... Captain... That's the black fog! It's getting closer and closer to us!"

People living in Susnum, who still don't know the dark fog of Shadow Island?

Even a baby in the womb of its mother has heard the story of Black Mist no less than a hundred times.

Every year, whether in spring or summer, countless guys with only gold coins in their eyes come to Sasnum and want to hire ships to go to the Shadow Island. Each of them hopes that they are the lucky one, and they look forward to being able to make a fortune. A fortune.

When we set off, it was full of people, but in the end, only a few people came back alive.

Of course there is treasure, and those who can come back alive have been given the honorary title of "Legendary Adventurer".

So there is this saying in Susnum and everywhere else:

Legendary adventurers are not necessarily able to come out of the black fog alive, but every adventurer who survives becomes a legendary adventurer.

Snapped-!

Captain Glow slammed the wine bottle in his hand on the deck, pushed away the crew at the helm with one hand, and turned the direction in an exasperated manner:

"What's the matter, you shouldn't go out to sea today! Damn, give me your weapons!"

His voice was almost drowned in the turbulent waters.

woo-woo-

The gigantic hull turned awkwardly, pushing against the murky waters that bound it around, trying to escape the impending danger whirlpool.

The black fog swept in faster than expected.

The sky lost its original color, and the black mist spread like a wall that was about to collapse. It groaned and groaned, eager to find something to **** on.

Darkness and darkness began to cover, and the sea tumbled violently.

When the black fog rushed forward like rain, the ship just turned around.

hum!

The ghostly fog quickly collapsed and swept through at an extremely fast speed. The sky was instantly swallowed by a large black hole, and the entire hull was included in this huge mouth.

Glo felt his eyes darkened, cursed in a low voice, and moved his hands from the rudder to the pistol at his waist.

After the black fog came, it was no different from the moonless night. The surroundings were full of viscous and weird black. Only the sound of sea water hitting the hull made them feel that they were still on the boat and sailing.

Not only Glo, but the rest of the crew also gave up their struggle. They wailed and prayed in their hearts to take out their weapons, including swords and pistols, all kinds of...

It's not that no one has thought about jumping off the boat, but in such an environment, jumping off the boat will kill you faster.

Everyone on the boat fell silent at this moment, and they held their breaths and moved cautiously on the deck.

Although they could see nothing but darkness in their eyes, they were still scanning their surroundings vigorously.

What if... something suddenly came out from behind?

boom!

A strange sound suddenly exploded in the bow of the boat, and before Glover and the others could react, there seemed to be something more in the thick fog.

The surging green light of the corpse was particularly eye-catching against the black curtain.

"Evil spirits! Evil spirits!" someone screamed.

"No! How is it possible, the Night of Soul Eating has already passed."

"Help...help! I don't want to die yet."

"..."

The crew looked in horror at the corpse-green undead coming up from all around, and pulled the trigger one after another as if their fingers went crazy.

boom! boom! boom!

For a while, the sound of the zibong bored one after another, and the sparks flew wildly with fear and panic, some ignited the ropes on the ship, and some were deeply embedded in the wooden board of the cabin.

However... After the intensive gunshots, everyone found a point of incomparable despair. Their attacks could not cause even a little damage to those undead.

Those bullets passed through the bodies of the undead unhindered, and the ghostly dark green fire was still bright and hot, bright and vigorous, mocking their resistance mercilessly.

"No...she's not here...it hurts..."

Vaguely, Glo and the crew seemed to hear a voice from the bow calling something, low and full of pain.

But then, the evil spirits swarmed up.

Chi Chi **** ho sounded non-stop, and the green dim light shuttled freely in the black fog.

In less than tens of seconds, the bodies of Captain Glo and the others disappeared, but at their original location, there were several more undeads with similar appearances, and the terrifying flames of death flickered in their bodies. .

kaka-

The mast was snapped, the wooden hull began to disintegrate, and murky water poured into the cabin.

Some pistols and weapons were thrown into the sea, some lay icy on the deck, and their owners had no idea of ​​looking for them.

Sailors and captains will never use these guys now and ever again...

The undead turned into swimming green light again, melted into the black mist, and expanded to the nearest island, Sasnum.

The pervasive black fog brought endless panic to Susnum.

No one on the island knew of the arrival of the black mist in advance, so no defensive force was formed.

Women dry starched laundry in front of clothes rails as usual, children frolic with their bare feet on the shoal catching crabs...

Suddenly, some of them raised their heads and looked towards the middle of the sea, and saw the terrifying force that only existed in the large population.

It was a dark, overpowering black that came upon them like a rising tide of black.

The black shadow overwhelmed their young hearts almost instantly, the timid children burst into tears, and the older ones ran to the shore.

The immature footprints were left deep and shallow on the beach, and no one dared to look back at the green fire surging in the thick fog.

That is the signal of the visit of the undead, that is the collapse from the other side of the island...

The Kuroshio rushed to the shore without hindrance, and the cries were soon covered by the quarrels of Chi Chi Ho Ho, those immature footprints will remain on the shallow stall forever, and no one will bring it to it again. Vivid colors.

Then the entire island city fell into an endless, boundless thick darkness.

All the panic and anxiety were frozen at this moment.

The mother can no longer hear the child's tender cries, the baby can no longer feel the warm embrace of the mother, the wife can't wait for the husband who sails to sea, and the sailor can't remember the warm nephrite on his lap.

It was the first time that some of them had witnessed the coming of the black fog, and this happened to be the last time.

The island of Susnum, blessed with light and peace, disappears forever on this day as darkness shrouds it.

Swish!

A long sword flashing ghostly green flashed away in the black mist.

In an instant, the island that was crying and panic fell into a boundless silence.

Everything is ruined...

"Isolde, I can feel that we are approaching each other!"

"One day, I will find you!"

A moment later... Foyego's painful lament came from the ruined palace of Sasnum Island.

The boundless black fog spreads outward again...

......

At the foot of Mount Targon, the Rakkor tribe.

This is a primitive tribe that believes in the gods. Their biggest dream in their lives is to be able to climb the unreachable peak of the giant gods.

Atreus was originally a member of this tribe. After the death of the "war" soul, he took over his body again and returned to his former tribe.

"That voice again... What are you trying to say!?"

Atreus sat in his room with a slightly irritable and ferocious expression.

For months, since the day "War" died, inexplicable ravings have been ringing in his ears.

It was some kind of sound that he could only hear after he had seen the world of death with his own eyes.

Maybe... it's a call from the **** of death.

His will conquered death, but death still refused to give up, trying to hook his soul away.

He once climbed to the top of Mount Targon, and he used his will to stubbornly survive the death of the "war".

But in the face of the constant raving, he could only feel a sense of powerlessness.

Will can't solve everything, even if "war" left him a powerful body, but he also understands...

There are some powers that he can't resist now.

At least... those star-filled sky, he still has no ability to avenge them.

Climbing Targon...a hoax from start to finish...

Atreus clenched his fists, his eyes full of anger.

His close friend Pylas, who climbed Tartar at the same time, collapsed at the moment of reaching the summit.

And he himself was also judged not to be qualified to become a star spirit, but his body was taken away by the 'war'.

From that moment until the fall of the 'war', he could only watch the Protoss use his body, and he was controlled to follow the footsteps of the darklings all over the world and seal them one by one.

Finally, thankfully...

The "war" was defeated by one of the darklings, and he was reborn.

Star Spirit... oh!

How zealous the faith was in the past, how strong is the hatred now.

However... he also felt a little confused and empty at the moment.

The "war" that took away his body also seemed to be hit hard and almost vanished.

The other Protoss still sheltered the various tribes near the Giant God Peak.

He seemed to have no reason to attack them.

What's more, he sees the thoughts of other people in the tribe...

They still believe in the Protoss, and even believe him as a Protoss...

In the face of this fanatical belief, he kept explaining that he was no longer the Protoss.

But when they saw themselves driving away the tall, greatsword darkspawn, the others didn't believe his explanation at all.

All he can do now... is to protect the former tribe and prevent him from having problems.

"uh-huh!"

Without warning, Atreus let out a groan.

He suddenly felt an unexplained palpitation.

Suddenly, a green light flashed in his eyes, and his expression was full of hideousness and tyranny, as if he wanted to destroy everything.

But as he struggled, he was quickly stripped from that state.

He gasped twice, with fear in his eyes.

This is not the first time...

The non-stop babbling, trying to control his mind. And after a long period of continuous acceptance, his resistance became weaker and weaker.

Maybe... it won't be long before he's totally crazy...

"No... can't stay in the tribe..."

He gritted his teeth, stumbled out the door, and ran to the west.

Atreus was extremely fast, and he was getting further and further away from the Horde in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the stars in the night sky seemed to be constantly flashing, or maybe they were communicating something, or maybe they were dropping some kind of hint...

Immortal fortress, floating castle.

Ryan, who was sitting in front of the desk, had indistinguishable eyes from light and dark, and his fingertips kept flashing dark blue light.

Small runes flickered at his fingertips, as if releasing some kind of magic.

Syndra next to him seemed to sense something, raised his eyebrows, and a dark magic was injected into the world rune-green at hand.

After the green light flashed, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, and she looked at the world map not far away.

The entire Runeterra is a blue-green planet.

And the location she was looking at was right at the northeast corner of Shadow Island, which was also west of Targon, and also... southeast of Bilgewater and Ionia...

At the same time, along the southeastern coast of Ionia, the climate had undergone some strange change.

It seems that some kind of force is interfering here, making the no-man's land become lightning and thunder, the wind is blowing, and the storm is gathering as the waves roll.

In a hall not far from here, a woman dressed in a sacrificial service suddenly opened her eyes in horror:

"I saw... Destruction!"

Her real name was Darha, but in Ionia and this hall of perpetuity, she took on another name—

"The Apocalypse" Karma.

This is a name passed down from generation to generation, and she is the reincarnation of the previous Karma.

The previous Karma was reincarnated from the previous Karma.

In short, she was able to communicate those ancient past life memories, as well as thousands of generations of incarnations.

The first term may be traced back to the beginning of the emergence of life in the land of birth.

But her essence is just a young woman named Darha~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She will always be conveyed by the "Soul of Ionia" with fragments of some language, and she can always see some disasters unfolding .

But unfortunately, just like the disaster that Noxus invaded a few years ago, she was simply powerless to stop it.

Even when she personally used the power derived from the "Soul of Ionia" to destroy a Noxian battleship, it was not the praise of her compatriots, but their doubts.

The monks of the Temple of Longevity believed that she had broken the harmony of the spiritual realm of the land and disrupted the equilibrium. And in the future, it may lead to even more bitter fruit.

Unfortunately, today...she received another revelation from the "Soul of Ionia".

To the southeast of Ionia, a man-made storm is brewing. If you don't stop it, it may sweep across Ionia.

She has to do something...even if it goes against the so-called equilibrium.

Not only was she the embodiment of countless generations of Karma, she was also an ordinary member of Ionia, Darha.

Karma stood up, her body was wrapped in a stream of natural energy, and her body moved quickly, heading southeast.

At this time, Atris, who was speeding at sea, suddenly frowned and rushed towards the north.

In that direction, something was attracting him.

No...perhaps not to attract him...but..."him"!

Half of Atris' eyes at the moment were already dyed dark green...

At this time, the stars in the sky suddenly flickered.

But it was only limited to this, and there was no other interference, and soon it returned to its usual appearance...

They just hang high in the air, silently watching the development and changes of the situation.

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