Isn't that a legendary holy place? Lucian's brow furrowed.

The Oasis of Dawn was in Shurima, which was completely in the opposite direction from where he was going, and if he searched for the Fountain of Life first and then went to the Shadow Island, then the daylilies would be cold, so he had no idea at all.

"There has been a recovery. If you find it useful and want more, I can help you get more fountains of life, as long as you go with me to Piltover and fight an evil witch and drive it away. ”

For Jeno, the battle with the enhanced version of Zelas will definitely be extremely dangerous, and Lucian will still have to fight for this strong reinforcement as much as possible.

"I'm sorry, I can't." Luthian thought for a moment.

"After helping me fight off Zelas, let's go to the Shadow Isle together and help you slaughter the Hammerstone." Jeno didn't know where he got the confidence to dare to go to the territory of the undead and cut people.

Lucian shook his head again: "If there is a priority, then saving Senna can only be put first, she is all I have, I can't compromise, and I can't wait to delay." ”

His beloved was still tormented at the hands of the immortal ghost, who had been a tormentor for generations, and he had to get to the Isle of Shadows as soon as possible in order for Senna to suffer less and give Hammerstone time to prepare for his intrigues.

"Then all I can say is goodbye." Jeno deeply regretted that he couldn't see the scene of Okukankai showing Zelas's face.

"Give it back to you, I'm sorry to use half of such a precious thing, if I can come back alive, I will definitely return it tenfold, you can fully trust the integrity of a Demacian."

Lucian searched all over his body, and all that was left was a pair of holy spears, a silver awl, and a hanging box.

The holy spear is the weapon he uses for revenge, the silver cone is the medium to prevent curses, and it cannot be used without spells, and the remaining hanging box contains the portrait of Xena, who is worthless to others but inseparable from himself, so apart from money, he is left with only a trivial promise.

He also knew that the chances of surviving this time were slim, and saying irresponsible words made him feel condemned in his heart.

"No need, you can keep it, you will definitely use it when you go to Shadow Island." Jeno pushed the bottle back again.

"This thing can be used to the best of your ability, I wait for your good news." Jeno patted him on the shoulder, an act that made Lucian extremely uncomfortable, as if he had forgotten how to get along with others.

Without waiting for Lucian to answer, he took out another communicator and handed it to the other party: "Suddenly I remembered, you can use this thing to convey the situation on Shadow Island to me, and you can also tell me if anything happens." ”

He told Lucian to take it all, when there was a sound of water behind him.

I saw that the little fish-man Fitz, who was sitting in a floating object in a large puddle, suddenly flew up without warning and let out a strange scream.

"Something sticks to my face, slimy, disgusting."

The voice of a reckless man came from the pit in a daze, and everyone looked in unison, and found that Olaf, who had been asleep from beginning to end, had actually woken up at this time.

"Why did I hold my breath and faint?" A scarred Olaf crawled out of the puddle like no one else, and when he watched the crowd of people sit idle and watch him, he knew that the danger of the Night of the Soul Eater had been lifted.

"I feel like I'm missing something very important." He shook his head and woke up.

Olaf was unhappy with the outcome - he wanted posterity to celebrate his earth-shattering battle with the undead, not his struggle.

A tank that takes the most damage in the field will be the one with the highest output in the field.

"I just heard it in a daze, like someone is going to the Shadow Isle? Take me with you, Olaf is far from enough! ”

He pulled out the Ice Battle Ax fastened to the Frostscale Armor and shouted as he held it high.

This axe freezes all the surging puddles of ice into a layer of ice, and only those who flow with cold blood will not be hurt by the cold air that emanates from the axe.

"What are you going to do in that kind of place?"

Lucian thought that Olaf had also lost a loved one in the Night of the Eclipse, but when he saw his unique outfit and holding an ice-defying weapon, he knew that this was Freljord's reckless man.

Odd? Freljord is an area that the black fog can't touch for hundreds of years, so it should have nothing to do with him, why does this person have such a strong belief?

I saw Olaf hold up a finger: "Olaf needs a decent way to die." ”

"It's enough for me to look for death, why do you also want to look for death?" Lucian had enough of the communicator, put it away, and looked up at Olaf.

Except for Jeno, everyone looked at each other.

For most people, death is a terrible thing, so no one understands Olaf's thoughts.

"I once heard in a divination prophecy that I was going to die peacefully - this is the fate of a coward! I don't think I can accept this outcome! So I'm going to die a glorious battle, die a legend, die an epic! Passed down through the ages! This is the only way to die! ”

Olaf was so enraged that he beat his chest, and everyone kept their distance from him so as not to be cut by the madman.

"There isn't a single living person in the Isle of Shadows, and if you go there, no one will write an epic of your heroic deeds."

Lucian coldly stated the reality, obviously he was used to being alone, and he didn't want to be a partner with someone else, let alone a reckless man.

"What is this going to do? You can't die in obscurity! ”

Olaf blew on his beard, stirred up his rusty head, and in a moment remembered something.

"Jeno, are you going to settle accounts with an evil witch? Take me with you! He tucked the tomahawk under his armpit, revealing his wounded but incredibly strong biceps.

Jeno was silent, this guy shouldn't be a big guy who thinks the cunning witch spirit is a brainless guy like a sea kui!

"Witch spirits are floating in the sky, if you can fly, then I will take you, if you can't, just go back to the north honestly and wait for the next night of the Eclipse of Souls, Bilgewater welcomes you to come and die at any time."

Olaf was sure not to fly, and he longed for a bloody battle to the flesh, not to be beaten passively, so he could only turn around and walk to the docks in frustration.

"Then I'd better pull the bones of the sea quil back to the north to build a house for my mother, and then fight with the ice trolls."

He hadn't taken two steps before he stopped and looked back at the crowd with a smile.

"That...... Will anyone still collect the rotten kyu meat? The Winter Kiss I was riding on was wrecked by the undead, and now I have to get some pestering to get back to Freljord. ”

Jeno lifted his forehead, threw him two gold coins, and told him to leave quickly!

"Hahahaha! What a wonderful journey! I'll be back next time I'm on Eclipse Night! ”

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