The three of them passed a slaughterhouse, where a fat, hungry butcher was standing in front of the board wielding a machete vigorously and shoved a string of what appeared to be guttal into his mouth.

He had the head of a pig, the fanged helmet of a wild boar on his head, and the baggy suspenders, and there was nothing on the board, but each of his slashes elicited a heart-rending scream—the screams of a human.

The soul after death is often remembered by the living as the "lost".

Generally speaking, after death, the soul trapped in the black fog will gradually weaken, forgetting who it was during life, and losing the ability to think. But there are still quite a few people who will strongly remember and only remember a certain event in their lives, and this thing is often done at the last moment of their lives.

The butcher's food made him what he is now.

The three of them continued on their way, entering a small, dilapidated village.

An ethereal spirit came to him, he had no body, and floating stones made up his face and shoulders. His expression was serene, as if he couldn't see the three of them, and passed by silently.

Some of the losers do not possess aggressive and glancing instincts. A good, innocent person who sets foot on the land of the Isle of Shadows may encounter a compassionate or empathetic soul who will try to lead them to safety.

A burst of laughter reached his ears, and Karn followed the sound and saw a ghost girl swinging behind a farmhouse.

The two trees bent together to form an arched bridge, under which the swing hung and the little girl swung above the ghostly fire, letting out ghostly laughter.

The curse of ruin erupted without warning, the farmers were still plowing and the children were still playing. Some souls were torn apart by that catastrophe, and all that remained was the emotions they experienced in their last moments.

Fear, resistance, or madness after forgetting oneself.

The little girl's laughter sounded harmless, but she could sow doubt in people's hearts and make them ignore her daughter's pleas for help.

In front of the bar of the dilapidated tavern, a hunchbacked undead sits along.

His head had turned into a barrel, and he kept pouring it into his head with a full glass, but the liquid in the barrel never overflowed.

These low-minded undead can generally be ignored. But some powerful undead, they have to be cautious.

The strength of the undead can be perceived from the aura, or by looking at the appearance, most of them are rather strange-looking.

For example, this monster as huge as a mountain in front of you.

It scavenges on desert islands, adds armor to its shells, and sucks the souls of the dead into its core. After thousands of years of accumulation, its appearance has become a giant crab, and its body is covered with green smoke.

Karn chose to avoid it, after all, the shell formed by the armor could squash a person even with a slight smash.

As they walked on, the black sand turned to basalt, the strange glow of the sun illuminated their faces with a black mist, and the rugged hillside was taking them to new heights.

A cliff suddenly appeared in front of him, and Karn stopped them with his arms crossed.

The road has come to an end.

He approached the edge of the cliff, and as the black mist was peeled away, the ancient city gradually appeared in front of them.

Looking at this bizarre ancient city, the three of them all let out a breathtaking exclamation.

The Great Destruction erupts in the heart of Helia, and unknown forces dramatically alter the city's landscape.

A strange glow emerged from the depths of the earth, and many of the ruins of the buildings shrouded in this faint green light turned into fragmented shapes, and the ruins and ruins floated in the air uncannyly, constantly swaying up and down with the tide of energy.

Located on the shoreline, the dam was destroyed and the sea flooded much of the city, only the buildings on the heights survived.

There are countless arcane treasures buried here, but at the same time, many corrupted shadows roam, and it is a place of great opportunity and risk.

It could be your treasure trove, or it could be your burial place.

"How long have we been gone?" Looking at the city in front of him, realizing that the trip had reached the end, Karn suddenly turned his head and asked.

He observes these undead along the way, so much so that he forgets the passage of time.

And the black fog shrouded the islands, obscuring the sun and the moon, but it would not be completely dark, everything was illuminated by the ghostly light emitted by the black fog itself.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's noon now." Kai'Sa said.

"It's already noon? I didn't see it at all. Karn glanced at the dark sky, then took out his pocket watch from his package and checked it, and sure enough, it was noon.

Taking his watch back, he said, "We have some time to go back to the boat, let's just explore the ancient city briefly, rush back before dark, and row the boat directly around here next time." ”

"I've heard from the hostess that some people only go back for days. For example, Gavin, he usually goes back once a week. Kai'Sa kneaded her paws and began to move.

"Regardless of him, our target is Saba, who goes out every morning. So we had to go back and catch up with her the next morning. ”

"Who the hell are you talking about?" Sarah hadn't had time to get to know the other residents of the tavern before she could hear it.

But no sooner had she finished complaining than an angry roar came from behind her.

She covered her mouth and shrugged her shoulders again, indicating that she was also helpless.

An undead approached from the black mist, its light brighter than that of ordinary spirits, and it was only when it got closer that the three of them could see its appearance clearly.

Five angry faces pressed together like grapes on a vine, long white hair floating in the air like a ghostly fire. Below the skull, only a torn shroud took its place, their features open in roar, and a blinding glow shot from their eyes and mouth.

Karn felt their anger, and instead of ignoring the three like the other spirits, they rushed straight at them.

They dodged the undead's lunge, roaring out of the cliffs, only to turn around and rush again in the air.

Kai'Sa leaned down and fired a round of missiles from her shoulder pod, each targeting a head.

After a bang, the angry undead collective was all headshot, and no matter which head controlled the spirit, it could not escape its fate.

After the explosion, the angry spirit turned into a plume of black smoke and burrowed back into the black mist.

"What's going on?" Kai'Sa asked.

"It seems that only devouring them with skin armor can prevent them from returning to the black mist to wait for rebirth."

Bang –

There was a loud bang, and a dilapidated building not far away crumbled, and a large and large figure rushed out, rubble and dust rolling down its body.