The bustling scenery of the Temple Square is seen at a glance under the reflection of countless red, red, green and green neon lights, and the rows of street lamps standing silently and solemnly, like sentinels waiting to be reviewed, stand upright, staring at the bright eyes, always guarding the tranquility of the square, row by row, row by row street lamps continue to extend into the distance, converge into a tributary of the glorious river. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this moment, on the side of the open-air platform in the temple square, there was a faint sound of rapid running, looking for prestige, hundreds of heavily armed guards were dispatched in an orderly but anxious manner, with the order of their respective commanders, hundreds of guards were divided into several teams, and scattered in all directions of the square.

There was a dead atmosphere all around, and the anxious figures of the guards were busy in the temple square, and the captain of the guard, who was in full command, sighed, bowed down and sat down against the flower bed next to the bushes, his eyes were dim, and his face was pale, and he glanced at the guards who were searching near the rockery and shouted, "What did you find?!" ”

"Report, no trace of the corpse thief!"

"Everything is normal with the second team!"

"All three teams are normal!"

"Report, everything is normal with the four teams!"

Hearing the report of his subordinates, the captain of the guard's face changed, and then lowered his head, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence, as if it had fallen to the freezing point in an instant, and his gaze swept over the surrounding guards, frightening the surrounding guards to hurriedly turn around. "Keep searching, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find the body back for me!"

The night is like a thick inkstone, so deep that it can't be dissolved. The large stone monument in the temple square, under the backdrop of the street lamp, seemed to be covered with a silver light veil, and the feeling was aggravated a little, and from time to time the sound of the guards whistled was heard, but it did not lose the tranquility that should belong here.

Deep in the surface of the stele, there is an abandoned underground tunnel, the walls of the tunnel are yellow because they have not been exposed to sunlight for a long time, and the black soil has begun to seep out clusters of snow-white maggots, they tremble and soak in the dirt, slowly wriggling their bodies, and crawling to the walls and ceilings of the tunnel.

Perhaps, what the captain of the guard never dreamed of was that in such a damp, filthy, rotten sewer, there were two men in cloaks and hoods, walking through the wet stone walls, through the dark passages, carrying the corpses that made him think about it, and gradually drifting away.

After the two of them carried the heavy corpse for an unknown amount of time, a faint light refracted not far away, and the two found that the sewer of the Temple Square led directly to the outskirts of Debang, and at this moment they had reached the exit, and the drainage hole of the sewer was covered with green moss, wild penny, and thatch, and on the top of the cave more than five feet high, a large field of green vines hung down, covering the door, and at the foot of the cave was a small stream that had dried up and was overgrown with weeds, and the stream meandered, The spacing of tens of meters is like a water snake, connecting the mountains on the opposite side.

"Tyrone, you're such a strange person."

Tyrone didn't look back or speak, he shrugged slightly, lifted Sean's somewhat deformed head, and walked towards the stream.

"Hmph, what a weirdo!" Seeing that Tyrone ignored her, Caterina lowered her head and muttered a few words, then lifted Seon's leg and followed closely......

The sunrise rises over the sea, the drizzle brings coolness across the sea, the seagulls sing in the warm spring light, and the sun greens the apple grass.

The dawn waited for about half an hour, and the rising sun secretly revealed a small corner, and the golden glow reflected the morning glow, like molten steel just poured out of the blast furnace, shining brightly, making people dare not open their eyes and look directly. After a while, the red sun was rising, illuminating the sea of clouds, colorful and splendid. At that time, there happened to be a strong sea breeze, and the sea suddenly became rough, and the sea breeze swept across the sea, setting off rows and rows of huge waves, and then the huge waves rushed forward in rows, and then they were smashed by the rocks standing on the seashore, and the debris and droplets still drifted forward, and then brought up bursts of ripples, splattering snow-white foam, and rushing desperately onto the beach.

It is not difficult for sharp-eyed people to stand on the beach to find that there is a touch of green floating on the sea surface far away, with the surge of the huge waves, the green or load or sink, or rise or fall, disappear from time to time, and gradually finally approach, the green slowly enlarges, slowly extends, and finally fills the whole eyeball, full of green, but there is no green crisp, green fresh, but reveals a secluded forest, and the endless sea reflects each other, adding a bit of mystery.

This is the famous Shadow Island, a mysterious island shrouded in darkness all year round and never bathed in the sun's bounty.

In the howling swamp in the depths of the Shadow Island, at a glance, the swamp is dense and luxuriant bushes, revealing a gloomy green, lined with blue sky, quite like a barren river and a wild ridge, walking into the depths of the swamp, muddy, desolate, potholes, dense muddy areas, strange rocks, steep terrain, lush thickets, gloomy, it seems to hide boundless darkness.

It is this strange swamp, at this moment there is a waterfall pouring down from the cliff, flying beads like jade, covering the rocks at the foot of the cliff, and by the rock, there is a lonely figure, that is the figure of a man, the man is shrouded in a scarlet long windbreaker, wearing a golden crown on his head, all his facial features are hidden in the dark, only two miserable white and cold light shot out from his deep pupils, it is a real light, scattered with a breathtaking sharpness, but it makes people want to get closer, Willing to sink and sink in those pupils that can't see the texture clearly.

If someone who participated in the battle of the gods more than a hundred years ago stood opposite the man, he would not hesitate to rush up and slap him a few times, and then viciously grabbed him by the placket and scolded: "Karthas, you traitor!" ”

Yes, the man in front of him is Karthas, the death chanter who betrayed his companions more than a hundred years ago and joined the camp of Morello the Destroyer.

"Master, I've used so many methods, why can't I resurrect you?"

Karthas frowned and muttered to himself, the waterfall splashing down his scarlet cloak and ticking down on his heart.

"Master."

Just as Karthas was at a loss, a dull and hoarse voice sounded in his ears. Karthas slowly opened his eyes, and a man with dark muscles as strong as stone, carrying a long shovel shaped like an axe, and a huge quadrangular grinding disc behind his back, stood respectfully in front of him.

"Yorick, is Baron Nash cured?" Karthas asked with a slight glance at him.

"Yes, master." The man nodded expressionlessly, and the filthy miasma leaked from the cloak on his shoulder, and the pale red cloak began to shake with the wriggling of his neck, as if he was wailing one after another, perhaps only he knew that in the cloak behind him, there were thousands of cursed souls.

The man's name is Yorik, if measured by the standards of Shadow Island, then Yorick is definitely a great good man, he used to be a monk, what he did was to surpass those tragically dead souls, free them from the shackles of darkness, of course, he also committed some evil deeds and mistakes, such as hitting the idea on Karthas, sneaking to Karthas's territory to steal the twin shadows, and then being subdued by a move, becoming a powerful accomplice of the Death Carolers.

"Well, that's good." Karthas sneered, then turned away, his body flickered, and disappeared at the edge of the swamp: "Yorick, you go to the Shadow Canyon immediately, and tell Baron Nash, plan, officially start, cluck~~"

"Yes, master." Looking at the howling swamp that was already empty, Yorick's face remained unchanged, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously grinned, revealing a playful smile...