The corpses, without exception, had been burned by some kind of magic in their fragile heads and chests.

And there is even green smoke on the edge of the wound of the corpse under his feet, which looks "fresh", and at the same time, there is the orange-red spark in the wound when the cigarette burns out, and you can clearly smell a holy breath when you get close.

"These undead were never killed by Ezreal, he only blew them to pieces, and no one else could inflict such wounds, so ...... Did they find Lucian first? And it's just around the corner......"

A little crimson suddenly flashed in the black mist, and Jeno felt a pang in his heart, feeling that he was being watched by something, and quickly checked the radar.

It meant that himself, Lucian, and Sarah's points of light almost overlapped, indicating that the three of them should be very close, and if there was no black fog blocking their vision, they should be able to spot each other immediately.

He made his head spiritual, the brightest star in the night, and with an explosive roar, he called out the name of the man he was seeking.

"Lucian!"

An immediate voice from the black mist responded to him.

Sound! Syllable!

It was the sound of braids slapping on leather armor, and a shadow slowly emerged in the fog, and a pile of silver-white carved pistols had already poked out of the black fog and aimed at Jeno.

"Who are you?" The black shadow's voice was hoarse and magnetic, but there was no trace of life.

Jeno didn't know why the black mist was wrapped around a living person, making him unable to see the other person's appearance, but he had already confirmed the identity of the other party through the pair of stone spears.

"Don't shoot! It's me, Jeno. Jeno lifted the spirit and walked towards the shadow, jokingly explaining, "Don't look like a ghost like me just now, but I'm still a human being. ”

The shadow didn't shoot, and lowered his hands, letting Jeno get closer.

The black mist was separated layer by layer in front of his eyes like a black light veil, until Jeno could see the appearance of the black shadow clearly.

His pupils narrowed, as if he saw the most unbelievable truth, and his smile froze. The complexity in the eyes is far from being summed up in a few words such as shock, doubt, regret, and anger.

"Huh...... But I'm not human anymore......" said the Shadow.

……

Jeno followed Lucian in silence to a cavern at the bottom of the cliffs of Black Rock.

The entrance to the cave was facing the gray sand, but it was covered by layers of black mist, and it was impossible for him to find such a place if it weren't for Lucian's leadership.

Despite all the puzzles, he remained silent along the way, knowing that his doubts would be solved when he reached his destination.

The walls of the cave are made of dull limestone, which has not yet been eroded into black rock by the black mist, and above the cave is the desolate hills of the Shadow Isle. The black mist was thin here, and through the glimmer of the glass bottle pendant filled with the fountain of life around Lucian's neck, he could even see the Tyndall effect of the light passing through the air.

He also saw the murals carved into the ceiling of the two stone walls, all kinds of geometric figures with mysterious sigils, and the DNA double helix structure appeared in them, but the most obvious ones were the eyes that did not move in a regular triangle, which was somewhat similar to the Eye of Truth or the Eye of Horus that Jeno knew, which should have something to do with the ultimate pursuit of the Order that left this ruin, and the mages always pursued the truth.

"His symbols are from the local religion, but the person who carved them hasn't been here for years. I also found this place by following the secret charm of my own order. In any city on the continent of Valoran, the Cipher indicates the location of the Shelter and Support. ”

Lucian walked along the stone wall, the light coming from the depths of the cavern, and after a corner, Jeno saw a bonfire on an abandoned stone altar, and the few people he was looking for were sitting in a circle in the light of the fire.

Jeno's gaze swept over the faces of Ezreal, Sarah, and the others unexpectedly saw himself, and there was a hint of relief on their faces for the rest of their lives, but at the same time, Jeno also saw the fear of Lucian in their eyes, which made Jeno curious how Lucian saved them.

"These are your people, right? The formation in the cave still has residual magic power, the black mist can't enter here, and the undead naturally rarely set foot here, so they are safe here. Lucian said, a deep voice echoing through the grotto, like an echo from beneath the abyss.

"Yes, it's all alive." Jeno responded to the greetings of several people one by one, and handed her back the bronze ball puppet that had lost its power too far away from the demon spirit.

He saw that Sarah seemed to be very cold, and was stirring the bonfire with a stick, trying to make it burn even more.

Jeno asked, and she said that her fluffy coat had been thrown away from the battle, but the potted plants were still there.

At some point, Lucian had already walked to the campfire, opened the hanging box on the necklace by the bright light of the fire, looked at the portrait of the woman who had left him forever, and fell into the magic barrier of memory.

And Jeno wanted to come over to comfort him, but through the light of the fire, he saw clearly the abnormal changes in his body-

Lucian had dark brown skin, but this complexion had been transformed into a black-blue color by the erosion of the Shadow Isles, and it was developing towards darker and cooler tones.

His skin cracked, and the curled edges had hardened black, turning into something like scales, like charcoal from burnt ash.

The wounds on his arms were criss-crossed, like the jagged teeth of a hooked scythe on his claws, but the wounds that really killed him were hidden under his wallet, and he hid them because they were too scary.

But not all wounds can be covered, just like the sadness in his heart that the whole world can't let go of and the huge gun hole in his heart.

It seems that he has thought about it for a hundred years, but this island does not want to let him go easily, and now there is no beating red heart in the exposed heart, only the pale green light seems to be breathing.

And what impressed Jeno the most was Lucian's terrifying face.

Half ghouls, half mortals.

The crimson left eye was full of monstrous hatred for the undead, but in the bright right eye, only the shadow of a woman was reflected by the firelight......

That's his whole world.

Ever.

"The dead are gone, stop grieving...... You're alive, but you're dying. Jeno turned his head to the campfire and sighed.

Lucian's last remaining human part has been cornered by the undead part, just as Jeno did to it before he killed Hecarim, except that the identity of the hunter and the prey has been reversed.

"Tell me what happened to you."

With a flicker of fire, the beautiful bubble in Lucian's eyes shattered, and after a cold sigh, he slowly opened his already stiff mouth.

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