At first, it was just a storm of black mist that enveloped the king and queen, but then it began to spread across the island, killing everything it touched!

Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Hekarim abandoned the dying king and led the Iron Regiment to retreat towards their ship, killing everyone who stood in his way.

But it was useless, the surging black mist calmly and viciously engulfed their futility, and all those who were touched and killed by the black mist turned into immortal resentful spirits, and the number continued to surge. The knights, who were increasingly unable to resist the escape, were devoured by the undead one after another, and in the end, Hecarim was left alone, and forcibly drove the BMW under the crotch that had begun to change to continue to flee.

After that, in the increasingly blurred memory, it seemed that he had survived long enough under the erosion of the black fog to develop resistance, and it seemed that the strong unwillingness in his heart had condensed a strange power. In short, as uncontrolled sorcery gradually poured into his body, he did not completely turn into a corpseless ghost, but instead merged with his own high-headed horse, becoming a monster full of hatred, which reflected his true dark soul.

He roared in rage, and the body that gave him the title of Shadow of War was sculpted in painful fusion and deformation. He is a furious and vicious monster, an invulnerable behemoth, whose sins are strengthened by the vortex of dark magic, and a monster full of endless resentment and terrifying power is born.

It is a monster through and through, and because of his inability to harness the forces of darkness, Hekarim has lost his memories and emotional thoughts as a human; And because of his dependence on the black fog, he was imprisoned in disguise on the past Fuguang Island and now the Shadow Island, wandering around his nightmare beach, killing all life in front of him, just as his duties required in his lifetime.

The killing made him happy, and he didn't get tired of it at all, and the only thing that made him unhappy with the cold mind that he was gradually growing was that there were too few fresh lives from outside to come to the Shadow Isle.

The situation has changed after the increasing black fog spreads to the magic curtain that originally isolated Fuguang Island from the world, and the Shadow Island with its open door will undoubtedly attract a lot of attention from the outside world.

It didn't take long for powerful individual and collective forces from the outside world to set off towards Fuguang Island, the legendary gathering place of all the good things in the world in the past. But what I didn't know was that it had now become the worst and hungriest living devouring place in the world, the Shadow Isle.

And when they found that the black fog on the periphery was obviously inappropriate and that they were still close to the island, it was too late to recover......

Waves, mixed with ice, crashed against the desolate shore, and bright red blood trickled from the corpses beneath Hecarim's butcher's knife. The mortals to be slaughtered were retreating to the shore in terror, the black rain soaking them and the storm making them shiver, and he heard them shouting to each other, as if it were some kind of tactical code word that he didn't understand. But the meaning is clear, they think they still have hope of returning to the ship alive.

Indeed, they knew some tactics, their movements were uniform, their shields were interlocking, and the retreat had not yet collapsed. But, after all, they are mortals, and their fear of the smell of flesh makes Hecarim like nectar!

Because of this rare excitement, he allowed them to provide a little more fear of fun. He circled around them, treading on the shattered wreckage, the shadows of the white sand obscuring his tracks, making the silence even more unsettling. Then his iron hooves stepped onto the black rock and burst into sparks, echoing with thunderous sounds, each of which ate away at their courage. He watched the group of mortals through the gap in the helmet and armor, their poor souls flickering with a faint spiritual light through the **. And the soul's dislike for him is as strong as his desire for the soul!

"No one survives." He said.

The voice was muffled in the helmet, like the deathbed wail of a hanged man! The sound creeps them out, like a blunt knife scraping their nerves! He drank their fears and smiled as a man dropped his shield and ran desperately to the boat by the sea.

It was time for him to roar and leap out of the overgrown ruins, lowering the barbed halberd in his hand slightly, feeling the momentum of an ancient yet familiar charge. A memory flashed through his mind, he led a silver cavalry regiment to lead the way, and it was a great honor......

The memories faded, and the man had reached the dark shallow shallows of broken waves, looking back.

"Please! No! He shouted.

With an acceleration, Hecarim's blow was like a thunderbolt, slashing directly from his collarbone to his lower abdomen, and the black blade of his halberd pulsated in the blood.

The halberd was drawn, and the fragile soul of this mortal wanted to fly to freedom, but the black mist of hunger would not spare any soul. Hecarim watched as his soul was twisted and blackened, a dark reflection of what he had been like in life.

The surrounding black fog and even the islands seemed to rejoice in the harvest of life, and Hekarim took advantage of the situation to draw more power from the magic of the islands and inject it into some kind of gathering ceremony, only to see a commotion on the blood-stained beach, and a group of dark knights in shining armor floating from the water. The ancient armor of their entire bodies shone with a strange cold light, and the black swords in their hands shone with the edge of a shadow.

Looking at them as they were called, Hekarim felt that he should know these cavalrymen. They had been his subordinates and still obeyed him, but he had no memory of them. But apparently unthinking, he turned back to the mortals on the beach, and he burst out of the black fog, allowing them to see his true identity clearly for the first time, and revel in their fear.

His burly body is a terrifying fusion of man and horse, an indestructible monster of invulnerable iron armor. The black plate armor on his body had some words engraved on it, but he could only vaguely remember the exact meaning. Behind the visor, there is a raging spiritual fire, and the soul in it has long been cold and dead, and at the same time vicious and vivid.

Forked lightning tore through the sky, and Hekarim raised his front hooves and stood high. He lowered his blood-stained halberd slightly, and led the knights behind him to charge, raising up large chunks of blood-soaked sand and bone chips along the way.

The mortals raised their shields in exclamation, but the charge of the ghost knights was unstoppable. Hecarim rode first and rushed in front of the head, slashing left and right with his halberd, killing people with every blow. The Ghost Knights trampled everything in front of them, slaughtering with roaring iron hooves and rampage. Mortals were spiked with flesh and bones, broken bones and tendons, and souls drifted out of their broken bodies, imprisoned in an immortal state by the cruel magic of the Ruined King.

The spirits of most of the dead surround Hekarim, for he gave them death. Hecarim was so immersed in the ecstasy of the battle that he was completely oblivious to the weeping souls around him, and he had no interest in enslaving them. This kind of insignificant cruelty will be left to the warden of the soul lock.

At this moment, the only thing that Hekarim cares about is killing.

It's just that the killing feast often ends too early, so Hecarim has to care about something other than pure killing, that is, when the black fog extends far enough beyond the Shadow Isle. So that he and the ghost knights of the "Iron Regiment" can go on a killing spree, looking for the glory of battle in distant memories.

In order to speed up this process, he will regularly or irregularly lead the ghost cavalry out of the black fog range for long-distance hunting, bringing back fresh prey for the black fog to "eat". Of course, this is not to rely on the number of low-level resentful spirits to open up, but to directly increase the black mist enhancement, which is much more efficient than absorbing the natural growth of energy.

As a result, the evil event of the transformation of the desirable Fuguang Island into the unavoidable Shadow Island has become much faster. The number of people who took the initiative to explore was greatly reduced, and the rest of those who dared to come were all strong, although they were inevitably defeated by the black mist and became ghosts, but they unexpectedly caused some trouble to Hecarim. It was from this period that the Shadow Island began to have a real division of power and territory.

Then the two-star war began, and the Shadow Island was also conscripted on a large scale, and Hecarim embarked on an ambitious expedition. However, he kept hitting a wall, and even suffered from the "plots" of a group of summoners at the War College, and was once again stuck in the weak side of emotional thinking, and couldn't maintain the pseudo-invincible state of mind of rampage.

Just like now, he had to bring 300 cavalry to feel sure that he was sure to encircle the target, and if he had been at the beginning, he would have directly launched a charge alone......

So, this is a moment to shout about, because soon, soon, you will be able to say goodbye to this rotten era of thought!

"The goal is near! The bundle is accelerated to open, and the shadow impact is ready, follow me, rush! ”