In the battle just now, the flames from the flamethrower inevitably reached the shack underfoot, and the roof, which had been precipitated with a layer of sea beast grease for many years, immediately burst into flames.

If nothing else, after the war, the once-thriving pickpocket square needs a complete makeover.

Rao was surrounded by flames, but Miss Doom still felt the ubiquitous coldness wandering on the surface of her veins.

"Huh—" Sarah spat out a mouthful of hoarfrost, and suddenly felt a compelling cold coming from beneath her feet.

Withered ghost claws pierced the roof of the shack, caught people off guard, claws pierced into the tendons, and then left to drag them back into the water.

The screams suddenly overshadowed the weeping, and at this moment became the main theme of the battlefield.

The swirling wind made Sarah's movements swift, and she raised her leg to dodge a ghoul onslaught, stabbing her crumpled eye socket with a sharp heel that sent the fiery projectile into its celestial lid.

Elsewhere in the square, attacks from the feet were taking place at the same time.

The ghouls fell back into the water, dragging the lives of two sailors along with them, leaving broken holes in the roof of the shacks, leaving the square in ruins.

This is not over, there are groups of ghosts floating in the air, and if you don't pay attention, you will be grabbed by the neck and dragged into the air, and then they will be eaten by the swarming spirits, and the soul will be stripped by the black mist, and when it lands, there is only a corpse like a vulture pecked, and then trembling and getting up, holding on to break and twist your legs, and stretching out your black hand to the acquaintance next to you.

There were more and more potholes underfoot, the range of flames grew, and there were fewer and fewer places to stay in the square.

The Chimera-mounted Dreadknight charged into the square with a squad of ghost cavalry, and the battle here was clearly visible from the docks.

With the addition of a large number of undead, Sarah's battle began to struggle, and the Hextech weapons that had just been on a killing spree began to overheat and shut down, and their firepower gradually weakened, and they could no longer compete with the undead who could not kill enough.

A howling storm of the undead engulfs Pickpockets Square. They wield their claws and chase after the fleeing crowd.

Some people's blood is frozen into popsicles, while others watch their hearts be ripped out of their chests.

Seven people died, and their souls were stripped from their bodies and turned into one of the undead.

Fear spread through the crowd, and seeing that her subordinates were already showing signs of discouragement, Sarah drew a Shurima saber and slammed it into the scabbard with a sonorous sound.

"Don't back down, hold your ground! You're all brewed in black wine! When necessary, she will also show a manly spirit: "For the sake of Bilgewater, taste your spirits from the undead who don't have long eyes!" ”

The sound spread to every corner of the square, and the heroic subordinates rose up again to fight without flinching!

They fought to the death with muskets and swords, shouting either the bearded lady, the goddess Jana, their lovers, or simply some pagan god in some distant land.

"Do you want to go over and help? They won't last long, and it won't do anyone any good if Bilgewater were to be destroyed on the Night of Soul Eclipse. ”

Graves stared at the situation in the square with thick eyebrows, and whispered to Trist beside him.

He is also ignited by Miss Doom's battle declaration.

The two of them hid behind a door panel in front of which was a burning pile of queen grass, which touched the black mist and glowed violently peach.

The queen grass is not useless, it can drive away the cold and erosive power in the black fog, and it is a great contribution in the confrontation of the black fog.

Otherwise, the black mist alone could turn the entire Bilgewater into a city of the undead overnight like poison gas, without the undead at all.

But don't do a lot of sassy operations such as soaking plant ash and mixing black powder, it's easy to play yourself to death.

"No, no, no, let's take a look."

The shackles that bound the thighs of the two were no longer there, and Trist picked up a fishhook from the side of the road and easily pried the lock open, even the house was broken into in this way.

They evade the Dreadknight all the way, but they mistakenly lead them to the square, increasing the pressure on Miss Doom and her party.

A scarlet figure in the square tossed and turned among the undead, frequently making movements that were unusually agile.

The pistol fires quickly, and at the same time swings its sword and slashes at the spirit in the mist.

The gunfire is devastating, and the sword light is as strong as electricity.