The moonlight was very bright tonight, but there was an eerie chill in the air.

"It's damn weather." Matthew muttered.

"Shut up!" A man with a gloomy face scolded.

Matthew glanced at it and said weakly, "Yes, Captain Taft." ”

Taft was a captain in Bilgewater and owned a small sailing ship.

Unlike the others, Taft is more ambitious and adventurous.

In today's situation in Bilgewater, most captains are reluctant to go to sea.

First, the situation is so chaotic that without a complete market environment, even if you get prey, you may not be able to sell it smoothly.

Second, under the war, the weak order of Bilgewater has completely disappeared, and the valuable things are not necessarily gains, but may also be deadly poisons.

In such a dire situation, the captains preferred to stay at home rather than go out and take risks.

But Taft thinks differently.

Scarcity is expensive.

He thinks this is the time to really make a lot of money.

As long as some results can be achieved, this is likely to be a real opportunity for his rise.

So after Taft gathered a group of people, he decisively went to sea.

If he succeeds, it is the beginning of a legend, but if he fails, he has no self-knowledge and suffers the consequences.

So far, the results have not been satisfactory, and the supplies are running out, and Taft is in a bad mood.

Matthew wasn't afraid of him, though.

He was the harpooner on the ship, and the only one.

Taft could only rely on him.

The calm sea was like a gloomy mirror, just like Taft's mood at this time.

"This damn guy! Lao Tzu gave him such a high treatment, and he dared to speak to Lao Tzu like this! When I got back, I chopped him up and fed him...... Well? What is it? ”

Taft suddenly saw a white shadow appear in the water, it was the kind of ...... A lifeless cold white light.

"Captain!"

Someone shouted, with a cry in his voice.

Waste stuff!

Taft's heart was full of anger, like scolding, but he was stunned as soon as he opened his mouth.

At some point, the fog around him became very thick, and the bright moonlight was no longer visible, replaced by a thick fog as black as ink rolling in the sea.

Hiss!

A terrible wail rang out, and all the crew members felt as if a knife had been inserted into their minds, and their nerves twitched.

"The black fog is coming!"

Taft cried out, his voice filled with unspeakable despair.

"It's Soul Eclipse Night!"

The black mist carried an oppressive cold, and as soon as it came into contact with him, his skin began to die rapidly, and black lines and flecks of terror appeared.

Taft had an air of decay and quickly became so thick that it looked almost alive and resembled a corpse crawling out of a grave.

"It's over."

Taft's legs went limp, and he knelt on the deck, his heart broken.

As a native of Bilgewater, he'd heard too much about Eclipse Night and Shadow Isle lore.

Some of the crew members were still trying to escape, and Taft wanted to laugh in his heart, and Matthew, that bastard, was shouting at a sailor something, what a brainless thing, hehe.

Taft's breath of life quickly slipped, and he no longer had the heart to pay attention to others.

"Are you going to die?"

At this moment, he still couldn't help shedding muddy tears, and the ambitions and memories of his life crossed his mind one by one, and finally settled on the high spirits before going to sea.

In the afterglow, Taft also sees Matthew being pierced through the chest by an iron hook with a chain, and the next moment he is plunged into complete darkness.

A tall figure emerged from the darkness, exuding the purest malice in the world, its horned head surrounded by a dark green flame.

Matthew cried out in pain, a burning sensation of fire coming from his body.

"Help me! Please, whoever it is, please save me! ”

The tall necromancer, wrapped in black tattered robes, looked at the pleading Matthew with interest, his green flame pupils revealing a taste of joy, as if tasting his suffering.

The necromancer held a lantern that emitted a miserable white and green light, and it shook and shook with chains attached. There are all kinds of painful screams and vicious curses coming from inside, and it seems to exude endless evil desires.

The lantern opened a small opening, and endless malice poured out, flooding the small sailboat.

Not only Matthew, but all the people who are still alive seem to foresee their own dark future, and the sound of cursing and pleading is resounding.

"Truly, abruptly."

The tall undead laughed uncontrollably, hooks with chains reaching out, some reaching into the crew's bodies, others into the empty air.

Crunch.

A tooth-aching grinding sound.

All the hooks hit the target.

The hooks reached into the air, and a transparent spirit emerged, with a blank look in its eyes.

The tall undead's withered fingers clenched slowly, and the spirits were involuntarily dragged towards the lantern that still radiated malice.

Those who were still alive felt that their souls were gradually becoming loose, and they couldn't help but run out of their bodies along the hook.

Screaming, begging, swearing, crying.

But no matter how much they struggled, their souls were inexorably drawn into the lantern of hell.

Kata.

The lantern opened and closed, and all movement came to an abrupt halt.

The billowing black mist used to drown everything, and only the frenzied laughter of the tall undead echoed.

"The feast has begun."

Knock knock.

A behemoth passed by, carrying gusts of wind, and the loud sound seemed to have thousands of horses.

The black mist rippled in layers, and many silhouettes could be faintly seen: resentful undead, howling ghosts, demonic knights...... And so on.

……

Lu Yang felt layers of malice envelop him, and a strange coldness continued to come from his exposed skin.

"No, no, something is happening, definitely something is happening!"

The battle between Lu Yang and Aloy is still in a stalemate.

The powerful power of the two of them was constantly crushing everything around them, and the space was constantly shaking, distorting, and even shattering, and no other force could invade the realm of the two of them.

However, Lu Yang's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.

From the initial fleeting strangeness, to now it is like a sharp arrow pointing at the center of the eyebrows.

I don't know what happened yet, but something bad is definitely happening.

"Is it Naga Kaporos?"

He was shocked.

There are not many who can threaten him, and the first thing Lu Yang suspects is Naga Kapolos.

At this point, he hadn't thought about Shadow Isle.