"Yorick." Jeno called out a name, and a sad voice echoed through the basement.

Everyone's eyes fell somewhere, and Yorick, who was named, was ready to come to his senses, grabbing his rough right hand at the crystal bottle under his neck.

"I'm sorry, but I have to sacrifice you in the end......" Jeno cried, tears welling up in his eyes.

"It's okay, being able to die with the people of the old times is already the best ending I can hope for." He responded calmly, his eyes full of fascination, as if he had seen a small village in his childhood.

Jeno was choked up to the point of speechlessness, and everyone focused on Yorick's hand, and when he took off the crystal bottle and threw it into the crater, there were still many people who couldn't understand the meaning of this action.

Lucian's eyes widened suddenly, and Hammerstone screamed no!

"Brother, please run my ceremony." He said this with relief.

Without the protection of the Fountain of Life, the Black Mist instantly engulfed Yorick, and it was the nature of the Black Mist to covet life, and even the Sword of the Ruined King could not change it.

But because his soul has been nourished by the fountain of life for a long time, it has not been eaten away after being extracted by the black mist—a layer of white light has helped his soul isolate the black mist, making him look extremely clean.

This made him the first normal death in the Shadow Isles in centuries.

"Finally...... I see it...... The wolf spirit ......" Yorick called out with the last of his strength what he had been waiting for, and it came for him, and then calmly watched his soul be swallowed into the mouth of a masked wolf head, slowly closing his eyes.

This is the Grim Reaper he has been waiting for for hundreds of years in this hell!

A petite sheep spirit appeared and watched the wolf spirit bite his soul to its heart's content. She crouched beside Yorick's body, sheep bow in hand, and the eternally loyal wolf spirit would not stray too far from her even after her prey, hiding and wandering beside her.

"Qianjue." Even though he was blind, Jeno saw the face of the Grim Reaper.

The undead should not have seen Qianjue, and only when they were dying could they see the face of death, or rather, one of them.

But there are too many people who resist death on the Shadow Island, so many that Qian Jue is too lazy to hide himself, and this time it is not a precedent for people to appear in front of people, otherwise there would be no legend of the Death Twins everywhere in the Land of Runeterra.

Ever since the people of Runeterraid had the concept of death, Qianjue has been drifting around the land.

Qianjue patiently watched over the living dead who were imprisoned under the Shadow Isle, because they knew that there were living creatures that refused to rest, but they were not allowed to enter.

Only when a person whose life is hanging by a thread makes a checkmate groan in his throat, this instruction in their ears is tantamount to Hong Zhong, can lead Qianjue forward. Yorick's death was an opportunity.

If you take the silver longbow in the hand of the sheep spirit, she will let you go to bliss without pain. But if you resist the struggle, the wolf spirit will happily begin his hunt. And every pursuit ended in a tragic death.

And on this Shadow Island, no undead can have a chance to choose how to die.

Their existence is a denial of the natural laws in which everything works, and they resist death and live for centuries against the laws of nature. Therefore, their final fate is to die under the wolf's fangs.

"Dear wolf, please as soon as possible, the night is too long." She drew her longbow and hooked the bowstring to shoot a swift arc.

A death mark immediately appeared on the head of the hammerstone, and the wolf spirit who had just eaten Yorick's soul immediately sensed it, and a pair of breathtaking eyes under the mask immediately stared at the hammerstone.

It was aiming too much just now, and it didn't know how to start for a while, but in the blink of an eye, the sheep spirit had already made a choice for it tacitly.

"Good lamb, don't worry. Hunt night, my favorite! The majestic black wolf grunted through the black fog and let out a hungry roar in his throat.

"There are many dead things, and I am afraid that you will be tired." The sheep said, his voice full of pampering.

"Death may be late, but it will never stop......"

The wolf spirit knocked his teeth, his face full of excitement. As soon as the words fell, the wolf spirit roared and swept towards the hammerstone.

This was the first time Hammerstone saw Qianjue, he saw the wolf spirit coming for him, and knew that it was useless to escape.

He threw the lantern at the wolf spirit, trying to trap it, but was easily shattered by an arrow, which also shattered his hopes.

There was no room for resistance, and the black wolf shadow was everywhere, finally turning into a pair of huge fangs, deeply embedded in the dry bones of the hammerstone.

Chewing, grinding, swallowing......

Hammerstone's miserable screams came to an abrupt end......

"Not enough! How it doesn't run away! The wolf turned its huge head, chewing something in its mouth, and roared in a vague frenzy.

"Because he knows he can't escape you, dear wolf."

"Come again!" The wolf spirit swallowed the broken bones in his mouth, "I'm going to chase it again, lamb." ”

"There are living corpses all over the ground, waiting for you to chase," she said lightly, "until there are only Qianjue left in the world." ”

"At that time, will you run away from me?"

The sheep spirit turned and walked in the direction of Lucian.

"I will never run away from you, dear wolf."

On this night, the undead wailed and the wolves reveled.

……

Jeno stopped his tears, and his blindness recovered.

When he climbed the crater, all he saw was Yorick's cold body.

Knowing that Yorick had lived enough, Jeno said that he "if you want to die worthwhile, lead the wolf spirits to the Shadow Isle, and let all the undead be buried with you." ”

But he didn't expect Yorick to take it seriously, and secretly told him about it, Jeno couldn't resist him, and finally formulated this backhand, which was used to make him use sacrifice to break a way to live when he was at the end of his rope.

"You're dumbfounded." Jeno took him by the hand, and a thousand words were clumped in his heart.

He raised his shovel and dug a grave for him here. The coffin of the crystal will always remember his sacrifice.

Soul shepherds spend their lives burying the dead with proper rituals, but they don't have time to dig a grave for themselves.

Now that hell is gone, you can go in peace.

While the wolf spirit was hunting, Jeno saw the sheep spirit walking towards Lucian.

He knew that another friend would also leave him, so it was better to go and say goodbye.

Since Lucian's soul was still alive, the Sheep Spirit gave him a chance.

A choice.

Is it to feed the wolf, or to meet the arrow?

There is no choice, and when death comes, a true Demacian will choose to accept the arrows of the sheep spirit.

"Farewell." Lucian beckoned to Jeno and calmly spread his hands, allowing the goat spirit to shoot an arrow into his chest.

A white feathered arrow was pinned to his chest, and it trembled with brilliance. His soul broke away from his body, hugged Senna, who was already waiting on the sidelines, and flew towards Bliss together.

Calista and Letroth also die together after saying goodbye, ending a cycle of pain that has lasted for centuries.

Send away friends one after another, and the rest of everyone is not allowed to laugh.

How many people came when they came, and how many people were left in the end, all of them had extremely mixed feelings, and the relief was full of heaviness.

Jeno handed Sarah a team of holy spears left behind by Lucian, just as he had promised before he came.

"I'll be kind to them, and the stories behind them." Sarah felt a warmth from the gun, a belief that Lucian had left behind.

At this time, the sheep spirit found Jeno.