"No, I said it wrong, it should be in the play." Hammerstone said.

Knowing that he was exposed, Jeno immediately aimed his spearhead at the hammerstone, attaching soul fire to it at the moment of throwing, intending to shoot the hammerstone in one fell swoop.

But he didn't expect Hammerstone to dodge and eat the blow hard, just to throw the iron hook on Jeno's body.

Entangled in the iron hook, Jeno rushed towards Hammerstone, clenching his fists to death, just to break Hammerstone's head with one punch, and snatched the lantern by the way.

Perhaps Senna could have made a pact with the Spear of Vengeance to forcibly take her out of the lantern, but that would only be a change from the hell of torture to the mael of revenge. Besides, Senna has to be betrayed first!

Jeno sprinted faster than Hammerstone could retract his chains, and he could only flick the Soul Lamp at Jeno...... Sure enough, Jeno didn't dare to let his fist shatter the lantern, but the hammer stone's throw was not just as simple as encircling Wei to save Zhao.

"You're not against me." He flicked the chains, and the lantern was wrapped in a huge force, and Jeno, who couldn't stop the brakes, pushed horizontally, causing him to fall directly into the huge pit.

Jeno grabbed the chain and dragged Hammerstone down before being pushed out, but the hook around his neck slipped out of his hand like a poisonous snake and wrapped around Hammerstone's arm.

"Jano!" A group of people yelled and called his name, as if that would pull him back.

Ezreal clenched his fists even more, it happened so suddenly that he didn't even have time to prepare for the arcane jump.

The Hammerstone Owl's eyes watched Jeno fall into the abyss step by step, and thought to himself that he should also retire.

"It's a pity that so many good samples are going to be wasted." Hammerstone sighed coldly, so real that people could feel his pain.

But the rest felt more of an inexplicable horror, and they raised their weapons one after another, guarding against the cruel malice in the darkness.

"Let the horses go." A voice rang out behind Hammerstone.

The sound was muffled in the helmet, like the deathbed wail of a hanged man, and it was terrifying.

"Let's say it first, the life belongs to you, and the soul belongs to me."

With that, Hecarim stepped out of the black mist behind Hammerstone, bringing a group of Dark Knights in shining armor behind him.

The ancient armor of their entire bodies shone with a strange cold light, and the black swords in their hands shone with the edge of a shadow.

He watched the group of mortals through the cracks in his helmet's visor, their poor souls glittering through their flesh.

The soul's dislike for him is as strong as his desire for the soul.

"I'll free them." Hekarim said.

"Leave me a whole corpse." At the right time, a cold and dead call sounded behind several people.

No one else might have heard it, but Elise remembered it.

After all, Karthas showed up with his army of the undead, blocking the back of several people.

And Jeno fell into the pit again, and his life and death were uncertain, and the way to summon Tamu to retreat was naturally cut off invisibly.

After doing all this, Hammer Stone Yin smiled and retreated into the black mist, like a dormant poisonous snake, waiting for the best time.

Caught between the front and back, with a high wall on one side and an abyss on the other, this kind of terrain is really unfavorable to Ezreal and them.

Ledras looked at Calista, who had been a swordsman in his lifetime, but Calista was a general who led the troops, and might have a way to lead them out of the encirclement.

"There's nothing to say, let's get on."

Calista grabbed a spear and threw it at Hekarim, and as if inspired, Letroth raised his sword and charged at the army of the undead led by Karthas.

……

Jeno held his head tightly, his body shrunk into a ball, and he collided on the slope many times, and his vision swirled for a while, and just when he felt like he was about to fall apart, he finally rolled down to the center of the crater, on a flat ground.

"Damn hammerstone." Jeno rubbed his elbows and stood up, protected by crystal armor, his skin not scratched, but the impact made his joint ligaments tear in pain.

But there was no need to worry about these internal injuries that would soon be repaired, it was the black spear that pierced his abdomen that he should worry about.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Jeno touched his stomach and then clenched his teeth.

Black Spear ...... It's gone!

He vaguely remembered that he felt the pain of the shaft of the spear breaking as he rolled down, and the black spear must have broken and scattered somewhere.

"Doesn't that mean Calista is going to turn back into a spear of vengeance?"

Then he heard shouts of killing from above.

Jeno was shocked, and wanted to touch the hillside and hurry back to the top to suppress the scene, and not let the spear of revenge cause any accidents.

But the black fog here was so thick that Jeno felt like he had become a blind man, so he could only walk in any direction. Anyway, this is a huge circular crater, as long as he touches the hillside, he will always come to the top of the edge if he climbs up it.

Jeno could feel that the black mist around him was always pushing him in a certain direction, intentionally or unintentionally, and he deliberately went the opposite way, and finally came to a shallow pool.

He felt that he was being tricked, because the black fog emanated from here, and this was the source of the black fog, so he had the feeling of being pushed.

"A tainted fountain of life?"

Jeno recognized at a glance that the inky water in the pool was actually the fountain of life impregnated with the curse of ruin, and the stagnant water in this pool was a rich and liquefied black mist, as if only a little contamination could imprison a person in a state of immortality.

Conversely, it can be said that the black fog may be the steam of the Dead Spring......

At first, Jeno just thought the atmosphere was a little weird, but when he noticed that there was actually a person kneeling in the pool, the weirdness turned into a sense of suffocation.

The figure sat on its knees in the dead pool, its back to Jeno, its back like a sculpture, its torn armor covered with spider silk and its placket as black as ink.

With his arms bent and a rotting corpse in his arms, he was dressed in expensive gauze and wore a rich crown on his head.

They snuggled together in such silence that in the blink of an eye, Jeno felt as if he had stopped and watched for centuries.

Jeno shook his head, flicking the strange feeling to the back of his mind.

This time, he saw a long sword stuck diagonally into the pool, and most of the sword body was submerged in the pool. The hilt of the sword kept emitting a dark purple glow, and the section of the sword that exposed the surface of the water had already been soaked in the dead fountain and blackened as ink.

"Is this the Ruined King and his queen?" Jano muttered the names of both.