The beach is desolate and lifeless, with shallow white sand buried with decaying bones.

No one is a bone picker, not even the decomposers of nature seem to love this place.

Shadow Isle isn't just an island, it's a group of islands.

Its central part is an island larger than the total area of the entire Python Islands combined, and is surrounded by five smaller islands and six smaller islands.

Finding Lucian on one of the islands was not an easy task, and one had to resort to some kind of method. Otherwise, the longer they stay on the island, the more dangerous they are.

"Hex, locate Lucian's communicator."

Jeno was clear about his short-term goal, which was to find Lucian's whereabouts, to leave or stay later.

"Positioning!"

With a prompt, a radar appeared in Jeno's mind, and the target he was looking for appeared on the radar with a blue dot mark, which was constantly flashing to mean that Hex was refreshing Lucian's position all the time.

"It's a pity that I can't detect the detailed terrain ......" Jeno muttered regretfully, turning back and gesturing to a few people: "I know where Lucian is, come with me." ”

According to the radar, Lucian is currently located northwest of the main island of Shadow Isle, and Jeno and his landing are slightly south, considering that there are only a few kilometers of coast in between, Jeno decides to walk to his destination.

They walked silently on the gray sand, and all they could hear was their own footsteps, which were the echoes of the white sand, as if they were also squeezing everyone's fragile hearts.

No one thought that this fragile tranquility would last forever, for it was an inadmissible taboo for the living to step into the world of the dead.

Black mist churning.

Suddenly! A figure silhouetted in the fog in front of several people.

Jeno immediately stopped, and Ezreal, who was watching from behind, slammed into his back, immediately sensing the approaching danger, and the gem that had been suppressed energy on the glove surged with light.

"What's that?" Sarah pulled out her two guns and held them tightly in her hands, the potted amulet had already been worn by her belt and tied around her waist because the container was a glass wine glass.

Although it was a little funny, but fortunately, she was free, she had long been accustomed to dual-wielding muskets, and if she had to hold the potted plant with one free hand all the time, it would greatly reduce her already low combat power again.

And there were no of her subordinates here, so she didn't have to worry about being used as a laughing stock.

"I don't know, it looks like it's a dead thing, take a closer look." Jeno took cover in front of Sarah, approaching the figure in the black fog until his eyes could see what awaited them.

It was a suit of armor, shallow buried in the sand, and the helmet was nowhere to be found. I don't know how long the armor has been deserted, but the edges and corners still shimmer with a faint chill.

It has a rugged style and strange shape, and the cut-outs at the breastplate form a hideous ghost face. And the black ice ridge hanging from the ghost's tooth is as realistic as the saliva of the evil ghost.

Ezreal had already drawn it, and Sarah had a strange face, throwing her doubts to Jeno.

"Do you feel this armor look familiar......

Jeno nodded, and since he saw this armor, he also had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, a feeling that only he and Sarah had.

He stretched out his hand and cut open the sea sand around the armor, and immediately discovered an amazing scene!

An iron hoof had been dug out and joined to the lower end of the armor, as if it had been welded, as if it had been welded as such.

This is not the armor of a knight, but the armor of a centaur!

After confirming the source of the familiarity in her heart, Sarah couldn't help but lose her voice:

"This is Hecarim's armor! Didn't it be left in Pickpocket Square by us? It's also made into a monument! Isn't he dead? ”

"Well, Hekarim died here once...... It's amazing and I need to think about it. ”

He suddenly thought of something, turned back to the clockwork demon spirit, and said, "Demon spirit, let your puppet scout around and see if there are any strange phenomena." ”

Under the control of the demon spirit, the puppet flew out and circled the black fog a few times, bringing back an incredible news.

There are several more fierce armors like this on the beach within a radius of several hundred meters! It's all left behind by Hecarim, not the ghost knights under him.

"Oh my God, how many times has he died, and will the undead on the Isle of Shadows ever come back to life?" Ezreal couldn't help but wipe a cold sweat.

Jeno had known that Hecarim would be resurrected on Shadow Island after his death, but he didn't know that every time Hecarim died, he would leave behind a hollow set of armor.

On the night of the Eclipse Night, he tried to kill Hecarim in Birgewater to see if the immortal curse could take effect outside of the Isle of Shadows, but the hammerstone took the last wisp of Hecarim's spirit and fled.

Now that I think about it, it's not a surprise that Hecarim has been resurrected again on the Isle of Shadows.

"As far as I know, Hekarim has died at least tens, hundreds of times...... Perhaps the powerful undead on the Isle of Shadows can be resurrected continuously, but there should be some kind of limit, and the more powerful it is, the less limited it is. Hecarim, on the other hand, is one of the undead who are most affected by the curse, and although he is powerful, he does not retain his own consciousness, which suggests that it may have become part of the curse along with the black mist. ”

"Huh? Fighting the undead feels a little interesting. And the curse you just talked about, what the hell is it? Listening to a few people talking to each other, Jinx always felt that she couldn't fit into the topic, she didn't understand the lore of Shadow Island at all, and she needed to make up for it.

"Let's talk as we go." Jeno glanced at her, but replied.

"Shadow Island was not originally called Shadow Island, but a magical shrine called Fuguang Island, and what made it what it is now is what we call a curse, a curse of ruin......"

Suddenly, the stench of rotting corpses permeated the air, making people unconsciously want to cover their mouths and noses, and Jeno's narration was interrupted.

Sarah couldn't help but take out the incense box and hold it up to her nose, but it still couldn't cover the stench that permeated the island.

"It's the smell of rotting corpses." Sarah said that every time she passed by the buoy in White Harbor, she could smell the stench of rotting corpses, which was the place where the people of Bilgewater were buried at sea, except for the graves and floating corpses, all but the thick pile of guano on the pier.

"It's time to come...... before Jeno could finish speaking, several figures appeared in the black mist, the stench of their bodies overshadowing the salty, wet and cold sea breeze, and they staggered but extremely determined towards Jeno's place.

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