The clouds rise and the dead come back to life.

The brutal knights of the Iron Regiment reappeared in the burning square, their ancient armor glowing with a strange cold light, the black swords in their hands shining with the edge of shadows, and the glow emitted from their bodies dyed half of the cliffs in the distance pale blue.

There is little place on the shoplifter's square, which once served as a thriving market, and most of the location is burned by icy ghost fires, and it is a foregone conclusion that it will be rebuilt after tonight.

Ghost knights with black spears were everywhere as far as the eye could see, and just as Karn was wondering whether to move to the shack to avoid battle and guerrilla warfare, Jax leapt from the hole at Hecarim's feet, the lamppost slamming into his helmet.

Hecarim was smashed to a short stature, and his front hooves almost fell to his knees. Then the lamppost swept left and right, striking him continuously with the high heat of the sun.

Even though he had become a fusion of iron armor and evil spirits, the sparks of the eternal flames made it difficult for him to swallow.

He raised his ghostly halberd to block the blow, and then slashed left and right and fought Jax, the sound of gold and iron striking the eardrums one after another, and two flames of different colors collided wildly in the air.

While Jax seems to have the upper hand at the moment, the knights around him are already in action, running around the field and gradually gaining speed.

The wind as they ran drew the pale blue flames into a tall wall of ghostly fire, which shrank as the Iron Mass began to close.

Unfortunately, Karn and the others were also within the envelope of the wall of fire, and he watched the Dark Knights shrink with each circle of their charge, eventually gathering around Hekarim.

"It's time to finish." Karn pulled out his living pistol from the chitin groove in his lower back armor and raised his hand to aim at Hecarim.

"Stand back!" Jax and Hecarim were in the thick of the battle, and when they heard Karn's warning, they retracted the lamppost in confusion.

Living pistols make little to no sound when fired and do not make a sound until the bullet hits the target.

Karn emptied his magazine, and all five bullets hit Hecarim, two of his hooves, one at the junction of his body, and two in his arm and neck.

After a brief delay, each bullet absorbed enough energy from behind the brutal undead to activate the core magic, and the rapid and continuous explosions engulfed him, annihilating him in the flash.

With the demise of Hecarim, the ghost knights who charged in the square also returned to the black mist, and the wall of flames shrank but was not completely extinguished, leaving behind burning hoof prints all over the square.

A deformed helmet remained where Hecarim had been killed, still recognizable as his head.

Karn walked over to pick it up, but a bright lamppost suddenly crossed in front of him.

His claws paused, for he saw the flames in the lamppost burn more vigorously and brightly as they approached him.

The skin armor seemed to feel the heat cast by the firelight on his body, and he rose and fell, and there was a tingling sensation like ten thousand pins and needles, which made Karn's arm tremble and shrink back unconsciously.

"The Void?" Jax held up the lamppost and aimed it at Karn's head, closing in.

Seeing this, Kaisha immediately made a screeching noise, and at the same time lowered her upper body, her cheek pouch cracked and ready to attack.

Even the sharp pain of a pinprick could not make her lose the ability to fight back, because she had to protect her loved ones.

"It's fine." Karn held up his hand to signal her to calm down, and pressed his hand to his left eye.

"The Cowali Dead of Acacia, we have no ill will. It's a curse, look. ”

Jax watched silently as he was going to do something, only to see the armor open back, revealing half a human face.

The black mist adheres to the skin, and the white smoke that materializes the vitality comes out of the seven orifices and is absorbed by the black mist. Karn then covered his armor again, but the palm of his hand still did not remove from the left side of his face.

Obscured by the palm of his hand was Karn's hind hand—the Eye of the Abyss, accumulating energy, ready to unleash a ray of annihilation. If he was struck by the light of annihilation, Jax's mortal body would never be able to withstand it.

Of course, if Jax was willing to clear up the misunderstanding, he wouldn't have done it this way.

"Now you can trust us as humans." Kai'Sa said angrily that it was Jax who forced Karn to open his helmet and be sucked out of life by the black mist, although it was only a little sucked away, but it also made her feel distressed.

They saved him, and he was fighting each other, a feeling she hated.

"How do you know who I am?" Jax snorted, then spoke a language that neither of them understood. Now he could be sure that the two of them were definitely not the Acacians who had experienced the same great battle as him, so he still clutched the lamppost in his hand and did not let his guard down in the slightest.

"We've met Archmage Kieran, and he asked me to come to you to unlock the curse on you."

"Is anyone still alive in the council?"

"He is trapped in the long river of time, and he is no different from a wisp of remnant soul."

Karn's words made Jax realize once again that Acacia had fallen, and that he would not find anyone in the world who shared his experience.

"If you don't believe me, I can take you to his mage tower."

"Excuse me, since the Councillor Mage asked you to come......" Jax straightened the lamppost.

I can remember characters from more than 3,000 years ago, and I don't make it up to think about this experience. Jax gradually let down his guard and complained, "I just finished warming up, and you beat the undead to death, what do you say?" ”

"......" Karn was silent, vaguely feeling bad.

"Why don't you come and practice with me?"

"That's not good, the night of the Soul Eclipse hasn't passed yet." Karn certainly didn't want to fight, the Eternal Flame alone on his skin and armor would make him uncomfortable, let alone fight.

If he is knocked on a lamppost, he may suffer a hundred times more than ordinary people, and in this case, it is better to take off his skin armor and fight again, but now that the black fog is filled, exposing his body to the outside is tantamount to asking for his own death.

"Hmph, it's boring." Jax grunted, in fact, he hadn't come to Bilgewater on the Night of the Eclipse to move his muscles.

At the same time, he is also looking for the shining man of the night, the true warrior who will fight against the undead.

Karn had the ability, but not the courage, and he did not dare to let go of everything to be his opponent.

Such a person was not the fighter he was looking for.

Karn, realizing that he might have made a bad impression on Jax, changed his tune and said, "Now I can't concentrate on fighting, let's fight another day." ”

Jax didn't respond, as a skyrocketing fire erupted from the direction of the slaughterhouse.