The Wind Sword Hero Yasuo disappeared beneath the hundreds of daggers and the wolf-like silver ring.

"Bang!"

The cold dagger blade of resentment slammed into the ring blade, making a deafening explosion sound, and in turn, the three broken rings were planted in the snow at different distances, visibly useless.

And the hundreds of daggers of the Sarco Joker, because of the impact with the Shadow of the Blade magic skill, deviated from the direction, and burst out in all directions, Sacco who was hiding in the shadows glanced coldly at the dagger, his eyes flashed green, and in the blink of an eye, the dagger that was tirelessly thirsting for blood disappeared without a trace.

It turned out that the movement of the dagger was all controlled by Sacco.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's that guy."

The shadow of the blade was stunned for a while, his expression became complicated, he looked into the air, but the dark fog reappeared, obscuring his vision and his eyes.

Tyrone looked into the deepest part of the fog, a little lost, and more than that, a blessing for the rest of his life.

The Wind Warrior Yasuo has the same oppression as General Du Kekao, although his sense of oppression is still thousands of miles away from General Du Kecao, but the blade knows that if he continues to fight, he is likely to die.

"Hehehe, let's go, let's go, since it's that guy, the matter of the dark fog has become easy to explain, but the treacherous voice before the lantern fell is another person, and I'm familiar with his laughter."

"Oh no, we can't call him a man, or rather, he and Yasuo are the same corpse."

"The same corpse?"

Blade shook his head in disagreement, ending Sacco Joker's madness with a grim silence.

He looked at the foggy sky again, thinking of himself in the dust who had no power to fight back against Yasuo, and thinking of the growing gap with that man.

……

"Oh, hehe, it's so dangerous just now."

The vast wilderness was littered with corpses, men and women, old men and children.

On the pile of skinny bones that had been sucked clean from the blood, stood a man with a dirty face.

To say that he is dirty is not sarcastic, nor is it mockery, but ...... He did look very yellow.

Yellow like earth, and even, his body was covered with soft and hard soil, which was firmly framed on his earthy yellow body, solidified like body armor, and some of the soil was still coagulated with blood, exuding the smell of rotting earth.

If an archaeologist had searched the man's low and unusually strong body, he would have found that the blood contained in the soil on his body was very old, and it could even be traced back to seven or eight hundred years ago.

The waxy yellow rough animal skin covered his head, sticking to the thick soil and hanging down, like waxy yellow bangs, vaguely, revealing an iron-blue face, and the two orange eyes on the square face, the eyes that radiated bright light were in the bangs to block the darkness, like two fireflies, but compared with the dreamy light of the fireflies, the brilliance in his eyes was too clear.

A kind of strange and creepy.

"Oh, I don't think about what is going to happen next, my heart is still beating violently, ah wait, I look like a dead man."

The man was holding a shovel that was like a flattening catfish, and his skin was covered with earthy yellow, which matched quite well, he was always bent over, as if he was laughing, but his steely lips were extremely tight, and it turned out that it was not him who was full of dead silence, but an ugly monster who carefully hid behind the man's back, and his whole body was transparent.

"Evil Evil ......"

A low soul wail began to resound in the bleak wilderness of corpses.

A huge and sharp bone claw appeared in the orange eyes of the earthy man, the claw was carrying an ancient lantern, and the sharp fingertips were fiercely inserted into the cracks of the lantern, and suddenly, there were more than a dozen screaming small souls breaking free from the lantern, and if you look closely, those souls who escaped are the appearance of the cruel dead villagers in the village.

The soul of the deceased was actually restrained by this ancient lantern wrapped in chains!

The sharp bone claw easily confined more than a dozen souls in the palm of his hand, compared to the bone claw, these souls were too small and fragile, but what kind of divine was he, he could hold such an empty existence as a soul!

"Ah, what a wonderful pain."

Under the hollow sound, the bone claw clenched suddenly!

Those souls that were desperately fleeing were pierced by their fingertips, and suddenly burst into fine green dots of light, and then the puppets poured back into the lantern, and the light in the lantern brightened slightly, and soon calmed down, and once again obeyed its eternal duty.

"It's a pity, if it weren't for the excessive power of your Wind Breath Slash and released it, we would also be affected, I really can't bear those five wonderful and powerful souls."

Every note in the empty words seemed to contain the wail of the dead spirit, and Yasuo took the flask from another bone claw, looked at the man in the prison robe of a hundred years ago, held a scythe, and had a completely green body, and nodded in gratitude.

"It's so remote that you can find the snowdrift."

Yasuo took a sip of wine, felt the maple leaf that shook in his heart rest a little, and couldn't help but take another big sip, trying to completely expel the irritability in his heart.

"Oh, Valoran, no, I should say Runeterra, there is no tomb that cannot be found except for my own body of Yorik."

The monster hiding behind the dirty-faced man grinned to himself.

Yasuo was not shocked, but said calmly: "Those guys already know about our existence, and it is necessary to cut the grass and eradicate it." ”

The transparent monster learned to use the man with a shovel in both hands, and said: "No need, little fish and shrimp, they can't turn up any wind and waves even if they toss, 'Heart of Darkness', it's not something that those half-catty guys can touch, not to mention really killing them, the League of Legends will always find out to us, after all, it's not the time to break with the alliance." ”

"Since they can't do it, Yorick, why are you holding me back and stripping that kid of his soul? He's got you two ghouls in check. ”

The eyes that had lost their pupils stared at the man with a dirty face, it had no pupils, but the restless green light under the skeleton spoke of the burning and unbearable heat in his pupils.

That's the tireless pursuit of the delicious soul!

"Ahh Forget it, it's not a big deal, I'll find some living sacrifices later. ”

"It's rare to get the best out of your unwieldy iron."

The transparent monster smiled narrowly: "Don't be so sarcastic about me, after all, Suona entrusted me to take care of him a long time ago, no matter what, she has to give face." ”

"Your care is just not to kill this time, isn't it?"

"Oh, who knows."

The transparent monster stood on tiptoe and began to look into the distance, and after a while, his expression became deep: "Yasuo has been successfully resurrected, next, we have to go to that city and find the location of the 'Death Realm'." ”

Swift Wind Sword Hao closed his eyes and said, "Let's go." ”

(End of chapter)