When Hammerstone harvested his first soul of the Night, Hecarim also came to the ruins of the slaughterhouse.

Under the black fog, the sea water mixed with fine pieces of ice lapped against the dilapidated docks, and Hekarim walked without causing a ripple on the water.

"Hammerstone, you've broken your promise - the first drop of blood on this night of soul eclipse deserves to be tasted by me."

"It's just an inferior soul." Hammerstone shook off his chains, "It's not worth dying under your halberd. ”

Hecarim snorted coldly, and raised his front hooves as if he was a little agitated.

Eclipse Night Hekarim had been through it many times, but each time he had to return after unleashing some of his desire to kill - the temple of Naga Kapoulos was still there, and he still couldn't conquer it.

Even if Calthas was called.

But Hecarim had no choice.

For destruction, for conquest, for "living".

Sooner or later, Mordekaiza's actions will attract Qianjue's attention, the Shadow Isle cannot last forever, and Hecarim needs to find a new territory for his Iron Regiment.

So Hecarim chose to charge.

Every soul that dies under Hecarim's halberd becomes part of the Iron Mist, and with enough killings, Hecarim grows stronger and stronger—sooner or later, so strong that Naga Kapoulos can't stop it.

Yes, Hekarim knew very well that Naga Kapoulos was using himself as a knife, but the Shadow of War was willing.

It's just taking advantage of each other, and killing people with knives at some times may not be a problem for raising tigers.

"In the name of Hekarim - Iron Regiment, charge!"

……………………

The black mist of the Iron Mass had slowly enveloped the rat town of Bilgewater, and a large number of unconscious skeletons had crawled out of the sea and touched the still lit houses, where the killing was about to begin tonight.

Hecarim's four iron hooves stepped on the bluestone floor of the empty street, making a crisp "click" sound that reached the deck of the Siren and reached Sarah's ears like a heavy drum.

"Be careful, Raven—the undead are here."

Raven nodded, signaling that he knew very well - he clenched the sword in his hand.

This ornately embellished sword is said to be a product of Demacia, and has a strong restraining effect on evil things.

However, Sarah knew very well that Raven's was a fake, but she didn't explain it.

After all, a placebo is much stronger than nothing, and confidence can prevent people from being eroded by negative energy so quickly when facing the undead.

When the fog completely envelops Rat Town and skeletons appear on the docks where the Sirens are located, Sarah fires first.

"Bang!"

The scorching bullet shattered the heads of two skeletons with a single blow with powerful kinetic energy - "Kill two birds with one stone!" ”

At the same time, Raven also raised the shotgun he had prepared, muttered something in a low voice, and pulled the trigger at the swarming undead.

The fan-shaped iron sand cleared out a no-man's land with a single blow.

"Miss—you see, as I said, shotguns are more reliable at this time, small pistols or something, they are simply too weak in the face of these undead."

"Raven." Sarah pursed her lips and quickly changed the subject, "I don't know when you started to be superstitious about the nonsense of those river nomads, and actually mixed queen grass with gunpowder - do you really believe that queen grass can ward off evil spirits?" ”

"I'd rather believe it." Raven reloaded his ammunition as skillfully as if he hadn't heard Sarah's taunt, "It's not going to be counterproductive anyway." ”

However, the embarrassing thing is that when Raven fired the fourth shot, there was a "click" and the gun jammed.

"Is that the opposite?" Sarah is angry and funny, her deputy is loyal and brave enough, but sometimes she seems to be silly, "Now you have lost your shotgun." ”

But the next moment, as if he had expected it, Raven felt another shotgun under his feet.

"It's okay miss, I've prepared a lot."

“……”

Fools also have the wisdom of fools.

To make matters even more embarrassing, Sarah's own musket jammed after a while.

The strain of the musket from an overloaded shot for a long time was enormous—and that's when Sarah's mother's admonition came back to the deepest part of her memory.

"Sarah, if you let someone else dispense gunpowder, your gun will be like this." Miss Doom muttered, "No matter how busy you are in the future, you still have to do the gunpowder yourself." ”

The musket needed to be cleaned up, so Sarah put the pistol back in her holster and drew her saber.

It was a trophy that Sarah had snatched from a captain who was heading north to Shurima, and it was a fine example of sword-making – and more importantly, a true Demacian longsword.

When the half-embodied ghost made its way through the blockade of Raven's shotgun and came to Sarah, Miss Doom didn't hesitate to swing her sword.

The sword lit up with Demacia's characteristic glow, and the ghost that tried to unleash the negative energy touch on Sarah was cut in half and reduced to ashes.

Raven, who had caught a glimpse of this scene with his peripheral vision, grinned - he had already realized that the guy he was holding was probably a fake.

Raven simply abandoned the sword and fiddled with the shotgun.

Raven was responsible for defeating the skeletons, and Sarah was responsible for destroying the ghosts, and the two worked together to temporarily defend against the attacks of the undead in the black fog.

At the same time, the sailors of the Sirens went into action, the guns on the strings of the ship firing, and the red-hot spherical shells plowed deep ravines in the tide of the undead.

Rod, who was secretly observing, touched his chin.

Very interesting combination.

It seems that Sarah is able to do her job well.

The next moment, before Hecarim came, Rhodes disappeared directly in place.

Next time you should go to Pickpocket's Square to see Lucian.