Most of the undead on the Isle of Shadows are poor people.

So Rhodes simply burned them all down and helped them settle in the ground - Rhodes was fully confident that after purifying the Isle of Shadows, the sons of Mokai would put their last inheritance to good use.

When the dust settled, the woods were calm and Lucian was freed from Mordecaesar's grip - but the Child of Death seemed to have after-effects, and Lucian was now a little pale.

(Don't ask me why black people can be pale!) ）

"You shouldn't have made a move?" When Rhodes returned from cremating the undead, an exhausted Lucian finally sighed. "It's not up to you to say anything in this case—"

"No, I'm the only one who can do it at this time." Looking at Lucian's incomprehension, Rod shook his head slightly, "Only I have fought Hecarim head-on before. ”

"What do you mean......" Lucian apparently read his implication when Rod said this, "for them, this is just a temptation?" ”

"That's right." Rhodes nodded slightly, "Aside from the temptation, I really can't think of why Maudekaiser and Karthas would leave their lair and fight a battle on the terrain that is favorable to us. ”

Lucian nodded slightly—that's true, now that I think about it, the appearance of these undead is indeed a bit weird, but it's just ...... Every time I see the undead, I can't bear it, so I rush straight forward.

Now that I think about it, these seas of the dead are really nothing to see, and they are no different from those encountered in Bilgewater.

"So it's better for me to shoot." Rhodes shrugged and said, "Anyway, I've exposed enough information about Hecarim before, and I don't care about telling anything more - and Yorick is different from Mokai, so you probably never shot them directly, right?" ”

Yorick and Mokai looked at each other, and both nodded silently.

"I didn't say you." Rhodes turned to look at Lucian, "Can you please stop being so impulsive - I know you're carrying a lot on your back, but...... I know that hatred is powerful and distorted, and I've never heard of hatred making people impulsive! ”

"Uh......"

Lucian stammered, speechless.

The cause of everything was indeed on his own body, and Rhodes and his party could have relied on the cover of the woods to make the entire counterattack watertight, but Lucian's rash attack not only seriously injured him, but even almost forced everyone to confess, which was very undeserved.

As a Demacian, Lucian was ...... about the situation Guilty.

But Rhodes waved his hand to stop him from apologizing.

"I've always thought that words are meaningless a lot of times - especially when you're making up your mind, if you really want to make a change, just do it, don't say it, if you have anything to say, when you rescue Senna, you talk to her slowly, and no one bothers you."

Lucian nodded in understanding, then turned and nimbly climbed onto a tall, dead tree - he needed to be alone for a while.

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"What a smart little fellow." After Lucian left, Mao Kai walked over and whispered to Rode, "It seems that you have experienced some things, and you have a different understanding of hatred." ”

"Defeating hatred is not an easy task." Looking at Maokai in front of him, Rod shrugged his shoulders, "Actually, I'm more curious about why you can come out - if you talk about hatred...... You're probably going to be darker than mine, aren't you? ”

Rhodes obviously meant something, after all, Mokai's heir died a clean death in the curse of Fuguang Island turning into a Shadow Island - this can be said to be worse than Rhodes I don't know how many orders of magnitude, countless sons, grandsons, and great-grandchildren died......

In the real sense, a household registration book died.

But now it seems that this twisted dryad is not very twisted except for his appearance, and he is even in the mood to tell jokes with Jinx, make faces, and even make an explosive son!

It seems that hatred has not left much of an imprint on Maokai - and Rhodes is curious about it.

"Because I'm a tree."

Maokai's answer is very short.

Indeed, because Mokai is not a man, but a tree.

In fact, Rod still guessed a little wrong about Maokai's experience.

When the curse of the Ruined King erupted, the trees that died...... Most of them are already more than Maokai's great-grandchildren, and there are very few trees for their children and grandchildren.

But even so, when he woke up again, Mao Kai was almost completely distorted and blackened by this unforgettable hatred.

Kemokai is a tree.

Countless years of wind, frost, rain and snow, countless years of rain and wind, Mao Kai quietly took root on Fuguang Island, grew on Fuguang Island, looked at Fuguang Island, and thought on Fuguang Island.

Dryads have emotions, but as a natural spirit, Mokai's emotions are obviously different from what Rhodes imagined.

For Maokai, in the family of tree spirits, he is not a parent - Maokai's parents are Mother Earth, the rules of nature.

This kind of rule is that spring goes to autumn, and everything prospers and withers; It is the change of years, birth, old age, sickness and death.

Mokai will grieve and grieve over the loss of her children, but she will never break down, because Mother Earth will always watch Mokai - after waking up from the curse, Mokai has already understood that she has tried to put down roots.

Although the land has been polluted and cursed and twisted, Mother Earth has always supported and tolerated her.

That's why Mao Kai has been optimistically fighting the undead.

One year is not enough for two years, two years is not enough for three years...... Hundreds of years have passed, and the guerrilla war between Mokai and the undead continues.

Because the earth has always been at Maukei's feet, because every time Maukai roots herself, Mother Earth is soothing his pain.

Looking at the smiling Maokai, Rod was silent.

The twisted tree spirit once again took root and transformed itself into a large tree, blending into the once dense woods.

And at the edge of the woods, a few twisted saplings quietly burst out of the ground, alerting possible enemies.

"Duplicity."

If there is no sadness, why does Mokai like to turn himself into a tree?

Rhodes knew—this was the only thing Mokai could do, to accompany the children who had died under the curse.

It seemed that the time had come to night, and the black fog across the Shadow Isle began to thicken.

With a snap of his fingers, Rhodes ignited a flame out of thin air and began to wait quietly for the next day.

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Don't ask me where I went, I slept for fifteen hours, and I still can't react!!