Galen twisted his sword and retracted it diagonally, blocking the bite of the other monster. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading. He flipped his wrist and leaned forward to collide with the attacking monster. The monster was knocked to the ground by him, and he followed and stepped on the monster's chest, and the monster howled and shattered. Galen jerked his sword and parried a heavy blow, and his opponent's silhouette looked like a giant Freljord warrior. The slam put Galen at a disadvantage.

"As long as I can stand up, I can fight." Galen squeezed a few words out between his teeth, and as he steadied his feet, with a roar of rage, he smashed the horned skull of the savage warrior with the hilt of his sword. The demon spewed out black ash, and Galen quickly plunged his greatsword into the stomach of the other monster.

Sebato decapitates a salivating vicious dog, and Diadoru uses his shield to dig into the ground and split a python in two. Valya struck the fangs of a faceless demon with the hilt of her sword, and Rodion plunged her sword into the enemy's torso.

With each fatal blow, the shadow creature blasts into a cloud of ashes. Galen's greatsword shimmered with a cold silver light, and in an instant, another scorpion-like monster stabbed in.

A black claw struck Galen's head, and Sebato's shield blocked the attack. Valya slashed at the monster's legs, and the monster broke and dissipated. A vicious monster limped and leaped towards Rodion, but he impartially poked his sword in the middle of its blurred face. The monster screamed and died. But every time they destroy a shadow, more will come up.

"Back to back," Galen yelled, and the shoulderpads of the five warriors leaned against each other. They pressed against each other to form a ring of steel, like a shining beacon in the darkness.

"Show them the power of Demacia"

Lux scurried through the forest, the trees vanishing into afterimages. The flower crown of her cane emitted light, and the blazing light illuminated the path ahead. Riding through the forest at such a fast speed is dangerous, and while her light leads the way, nightmares can strike endlessly, like the nightmares Galen and the Dauntless Pioneers are facing. The human imagination is an endless source of nightmares, fears of death, fear of weakness, or fear of losing a loved one. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading.

She followed the path she had taken this morning, pouring her magic into Starfire's body, giving the horse extraordinary eyesight as well. Lux and her mount raced through the night until they finally came to the intersection. Starfire didn't go west or east, but didn't hesitate to embark on the northbound path that had been covered with ferns.

The road to the tomb of great-grandfather Foss Ian.

Despite her glorious guidance and steady steps, Lux had to slow down because the path beneath her feet was flanked by steep rocky valleys. As we got closer to the tomb, the terrain began to change, and it was like a different set of tricks, just like the one described in the story of scaring children. The trees lay outwards with black oil, their branches ugly and twisted, growing into the shape of devil's claws, tearing at her hair and cloak. The cracks in the trunks resemble fanged mouths, and venomous spiders weave thick webs on their tallest branches. The ground beneath his feet became soft and muddy, and a stagnant swamp looked like a glade abandoned by little fairies.

Starfire made her way to the entrance to a shadowy clearing, then shook her head back, refusing to move forward, snorting in fear.

"Take it easy, lad," she said. "Fossian's grave is right ahead. Take a few more steps. ”

But no matter how much the horse was appeased, he would not go any further.

"Okay," Lux said. "I'll do it myself."

She slid off her horse and walked into the clearing with her cane in hand. The cane's glow was like a lantern swaying in a storm, but it was barely bright enough to see around.

Fossian's tomb is a grassy knoll. In the dim sky, the grass turned black. At the top of the mound is a simple stone mound with stones. Black smoke lingers, and the sky above you is swirling in the shape of various ghosts, and when the time comes, it will take over the world. Black lines like pythons circled around the huge stone slab, which was the same stone slab on which the heroic deeds of Fossian were inscribed.

A little boy, no more than twelve or thirteen years old, sat cross-legged in front of the stone slab, his thin body swaying back and forth as if enchanted. Black smoke poured out of the grave, wrapped around his neck like poison ivy.

"Luca," said Lux.

The boy's swaying body stopped.

He turned to face Lux, and the boy in front of him made her shudder. He stared at a pair of blank black eyes and grinned cruelly.

"Not anymore." He said.

A giant spider leaps over Galen with its sharp barbed legs, its fat belly full of round eyes and beaks. He slice open its chest and kicked it off the stage, though the spider's body had begun to dissolve.

Galen's steps were heavy, and he suddenly felt a hot chill in the muscles of his shoulder, and a black claw pierced deep into his shoulder guard. The metal of the shoulder pads is not dented or cracked. The claw passed through the shoulder guard without hindrance, and Galen felt a wave of weakness and disgust spread throughout his body. He smelled the stench of the grave soil, the earthy smell of decaying corpses after a hundred years. He relied on the experience he had learned in training to fight the pain.

Rodion made a careless move, and was caught by a hook blade that caught a hole in the defense and hit him in the side. He cried out in pain and lowered his shield.

"Cheer up," Galen shouted. "Shake off the pain."

Rodion mustered his strength, his mistake had taught him a lesson, but the shadow creatures were still rubbing their shoulders and frantically frantically frantically flocking to the dreadnought vanguard warriors.

"They keep coming," Varya shouted.

"Then we'll keep fighting," Galen replied.

Although she just wanted to get out of the smoke-filled void as quickly as possible, Lux moved closer to the boy. His eyes were dark outward, and the nightmares inside waited for the nourishment of human weakness, ready to break through the ground. She felt a cold, cunning intelligence looking at her.

Lukka nodded to her and slowly stood up. Murmuring shadows converged on the periphery of the clearing, and monsters and fears hid at the edge of the field of vision, slowly enveloping Lux.

"You're full of nightmares," he said. "Looks like I'm going to have to rock you in the head and scoop them out."

"Luca, it's not you." She said.

"Then you say, who do you think I am"

"Demons in the grave," said Lux. "I don't think it died with Fossian, not as people think."

Lukka smiled, his mouth grinning so big that even the skin at the corners of his mouth was torn. Two streaks of blood trickled down his chin.

"Not dead at all," he said. "It's just sleeping. Healing. Rehabilitation. Get ready. ”

"What are you going to do?" asked Lux, forcing herself to take a step closer.

The boy smacked his lips and held out a finger contemptuously. Lux stopped, unable to take the next step.

"Slow, slow," he said, bending down to pick up a sharp stone. "Let me dig up a nightmare first."

"Luka," Lux couldn't move, but she could still speak. "You have to resist it. I know you can do it. There's magic in you. I know, that's why you ran away from home, right, that's why you're here, to the people who have defeated demons. ”

The thing attached to the boy's body burst into laughter, and the grass around him withered and withered in the laughter.

"His tears are like a fountain in the desert," it said as it circled around her, as if searching for a suitable craniotomy spot. "The fountain awakens me and nourishes me. I've been asleep for so long that I've forgotten how sweet mortal pain is. ”

The boy reached out and stroked her cheek. A cold pinprick emanated from his fingertips, spreading fear throughout Lux's body. He removed his hand and took up a puff of black smoke. Her throat tightened, recalling the fear of being drowned in the mud. A teardrop rolled down her cheek.

"I put him to sleep, and his dreams already have many ripe fears that can be made into reality at once." The boy said. "His magic is insignificant, but in your flesh is a blazing furnace compared to his embers. Although he did not have great practical conveniences, the fear of a child was a hospitable to me who was hungry. Demacia was his fear. It's your fear. ”

Lux felt her magic defeat the creature, the darkness of the clearing oppressing her light to the point of sparks. But even a little spark can spread quickly and eventually become a prairie fire.