Cold!

This was Sivir's most intuitive feeling, being instantly thrown from the scorching sun to the icy Freljord, her limbs trembling as her hair stood up, passively trying to find her target in the black fog that covered the sky.

The black mist carried an oppressive cold, and as soon as it came into contact with her, the blood vessels under the skin quickly necrosized, showing black lines. A cold, grave-like aura hovered her spine, and the part of Sivir that she felt the mutation began to lose consciousness.

It's much scarier than the most irritable sandstorm in the desert.

A dense sound of horses' hooves reached her ears, and from far and near, the black mist rippled, and many silhouettes could be faintly seen: resentful undead, howling geysers, demonic knights......

The sound of horses' hooves at sea? Sivir brace his spirits.

A group of shadowy evil spirits, ghosts on horses, stepping on strange black mist, charged towards the only living person from afar. They wield blackened swords, spears, and halberds, and a terrifying horn roared from their crippled throats.

Sivir's palm brushed lightly in the direction of the blade, and the warm blood flowing from the palm of his hand was absorbed by Calikar, igniting the pale moonfire.

A feeling colder than death came from the palm of his hand, and the black fog around him dissipated.

Without magical powers, she can only use this primitive way to activate the power of Calikar with the power hidden in her bloodline to fight against the undead.

Then she opened the water bladder and took a big sip, the fresh breath rushing through the necrotic veins, the withered skin seemed to be new in the blink of an eye, and the knife wound was instantly healed.

A fountain of life, instantly reaching the peak state!

Sivir unhurriedly unscrewed the water bladder, if she spilled even a drop of spring water in the middle of the battle, it would be enough for her to feel distressed for a long time.

Because of the double protection of the Fountain of Life and Moonfire, the black mist could no longer erode her body.

Sivir held his breath and calculated the angle of his shot, and the crossblade spun and flew towards the group of dreadknights who were charging forward.

Calikar turned into a burning full moon and cut off the head of the first knight, then the second! The third!

After shaving off the heads of the three knights, the crossblade slowed down as it reached its highest point, reversing its flight trajectory and, in its return, slicing off the fourth! The head of the fifth knight.

At the same time, Sivir ran to the other side of the reef in two steps and easily caught the flying crossblade - she had calculated where Calikar would land as early as she could make a move.

The sound of horses' hooves subsided, and the five broken heads fell back and forth into the sea with a clear sound, and their remaining bodies were also ignited by white flames, and they ran towards the bottom of the sea as if they were dead.

Their corpses continued to burn and sink in the water, and Shivir's face was as pale as a ghost.

Sivir knew that the few pawns she had killed were only an insignificant part of the army of the undead, and that terrible things would rush out of the black mist at any time to devour her.

The next moment, her idea was confirmed.

A blue light broke through the black mist and focused on her.

The light was dazzling, as if she was looking directly at the blue sun, and Sivir was not afraid to shout at the blue light: "You can run horses on the sea, and if there are any strange things, you will die for the old lady!" ”

The light dimmed as if she had been frightened, and before Sivir could remove the back of his hand from her eyelids, a familiar sound made her whole body relax.

"Sivir, do you want to die so much?" Jeno was drenched and shirtless as he stood in a small boat, and Fitz rode a dragon shark to power the boat, the searchlight radiating from the Hex core in his chest.

"If you don't come, I'm really going to die!" Sivir paced excitedly on the narrow reef, as excited as if he had found an oasis in the desert for a thirsty man.

"Why are you here?"

Among the countless people in Bilgewater, the rescuer brought by the little fishman happened to be Jeno, and the probability of this kind of thing happening is really fantastic.

The frequency of the shaking of the buoy tombstone became more and more ghostly, and countless undead lurked in the black mist to surround them, and one by one the bone-like arms poked out of the water and covered the edge of the boat, and the black mist continued to rush out of the ghostly ghosts, compressing their living space for a while, and then compressing it again.

"Am I not the person you want to see the most? I don't have time to explain, get on board! Jeno fashioned the crystal into a sword, slicing off the head that had reached the edge of the ship with a single sword, and even though all his limbs were used, it was too late to clean up the hungry undead.

In the end, he couldn't keep himself busy, and his throat tightened, and he spat directly on the head of a dark-skinned hungry ghost who tried to smuggle it, shattering it into a cloud of flying ashes and dissipating, and finally let out a laugh of relief.

The power of the Fountain of Life is the nemesis of the undead, and a small dose can wipe them out.

Jeno taught Xavier a lesson, and she untied the water bladder and poured a cup of the fountain of life into the sea, and suddenly saw the sun and the waves of life spread, overpowering the undead who stood between Sivir and the boat.

This extravagant profligacy gave her great pleasure, and with no obstacle in sight, Sivir flew to the boat, walking as fast as if he were walking on water, and finally fell into the boat without hesitation.

"Wow!" Fitz, exhausted from wrestling with the undead, fell into the ship like a flying shoehorn.

It was paralyzed, facing the sky on its back, opening its mouth to breathe heavily, wishing to open a few more gill lungs, the big eyes that were originally clever lost their highlights, there was no focus, and it had a tired expression afterwards.

Fitz instinctively disgusted the Dead, but the previous night of the Eclipse had been spent hiding in the sea, and it was the first time it had fought the black fog as bravely as today.

What a hellish first experience.

The potency of a little fountain of life was quickly neutralized by the curse of immortality, and the black mist swept over again, like an avalanche.

Flying undead appeared above the black mist, circling the sky like a pleading, a trail of black smoke from the end of their miserable white robes.

Jeno hurriedly tugged at the rope on the bow of the ship, and the dragon shark on standby received the order and quickly rushed to Bilgewater with the boat.

The mighty dragon shark ruthlessly slaughtered the undead in its way, and any undead could hold out for less than a second under its bloody mouth, and it rushed out of the black fog like a bamboo, and the hull of the ship shook with its rapid dive.

Sivir felt a little dizzy, and she looked up to see the night lights of Bilgewater reappear.

It's as beautiful as the dawn.

But the Night of the Eclipse has only just begun.

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