Perhaps the tragedy of the tragic death of her parents in her early childhood deprived her of the remaining joy in her life, and the only expectation after that was to kill that man, once successful, she lost her purpose in life and was at a loss.

Death can be a good place to go......

Mo Tie picked up Sarah and walked out of the tavern, how could she really let her die here, let alone her drinking......

Eh, no, could it be that she wants to empty the gloves of the white wolf, saying that she wants to fight to the death, but in fact she is fleeing with drunkenness? And then he can also say his wish by the way, and let Mo Tie make a promise to get rid of Planck and Aloy?

Society, good luck sister.

Mo Tie shook his head with a smile and prepared to take off.

Well? The black fog has swept across the street? He could even see the skeleton undead with teeth and claws in the black mist, like a dried corpse that had been dead for a hundred years, and there was a little scarlet light in the deep eye sockets, which was very penetrating.

"Well, let me go." Sarah whispered in Mo Tie's ear, her face flushed, I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol or something else.

The early arrival of the undead broke her careful thoughts, and she could only get down from Mo Tie's body, pull out the Demacia dagger, and wait for the battle.

Mo Tie was also speechless, he was by no means sorry for Sarah's amazing touch, but felt sorry for the despicable character of Shadow Island, obviously in the last chapter, he praised you for being very punctual, not sooner or later!

He drew the white sword that Aloy had given him and pointed straight ahead.

"Sarah, stay with me and don't be swept away."

"yes, okay."

At this moment, Sarah seems to be unusually well-behaved.

……

In the midst of the rolling black mist, a tall Dreadknight with a monstrous Chimera-sized horse under his crotch. In front of him, a large black scythe was crossed, and pale green flames surrounded the blade, leading a group of undead into the corner of the Good Luck Bar.

"Hahaha, the desire to kill is rising!" A hearty, frantic roar came from the rooftops of the street.

Olaf leaped high and slashed straight at the leading Dreadknight, his axe arcing in a glittering arc that made a sound that shattered through the air like a thunderbolt falling from the sky and slashing at the undead.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The undead let out a terrible roar, but shrugged off Olaf's axe, an ice-hardened axe more deadly than any magic.

Olaf began to sing. This is a ballad he composed in advance for the moment when he died in battle. Although the lyrics are simple, the momentum in them is not far from the legends of the bards who roamed the ice fields. How long had he waited before he could sing these words out loud? How many times has he been afraid that he won't have a chance to sing this song at all?

"Where did this madman come from?" Sarah leaned over and asked, the heat in her mouth tickling Mo Tie's ears.

"I don't know, I heard it's from Freljord."

"Well, it turned out to be those berserkers, I said why is it so strange, singing funeral songs and fighting people." Sarah looked at Olaf with a strange look in her eyes.

"Funeral song?" Mo Tie was surprised.

"yes, don't you know? Forget it, let's go back and deal with the situation in front of us first. Sarah grabbed the dagger and waved it violently, shooting it out.

The dagger struck an undead in the chest with precision, and with a "whoosh", the silk thread in her hand pulled the dagger back.

The undead roared in pain, but slowly turned into ashes and disappeared.

Mo Tie blocked in front and swung his sword as well, and a circle of undead was overtaken.

What a magical metal, he looked at the Demacia saber in his hand, and was very curious, if it weren't for the current situation, he really wanted to let the fire source deconstruct the composition of this metal and study it thoroughly.

Olaf's current state is uncommunicative, and Mo Tie and Sarah have no choice but to bypass him, slashing the undead creeps while advancing towards the port.

As more and more undead they encountered, they discovered that Shadow Island was not all skeletons, but rather a lot of terrifying creatures made from animal bodies, with corbels, fangs, hooked forelimbs, and claws...... The whole nine yards.

But under Mo Tie's sword, these are meaningless, he is enough to lift the huge power of the entire continent and use it to slash small soldiers, which is really a tyrannical thing.

But Sarah didn't know that she nervously followed Mo Tie, keeping an eye on her surroundings to prevent the undead from appearing.

"Be careful, that's the Shadow of War!" She suddenly screamed.

Mo Tie followed her gesture and looked, there was an unusually tall fear knight in front of him, riding on a warhorse with strange proportions, no, not riding...... Rather, his lower body merged with the warhorse, like a demon's shadow in the dark mist.

Behind the Shadow of War, a large group of Dread Knights followed, glowing with pale green translucent fire, black spears and swords in their hands, staring at the only living man they encountered upon their arrival on the island.

"What are we going to do?" Sarah was a little confused, she had heard the legend of the Shadow of War, or in her mother's bedtime story.

In short, he represents fears and nightmares.

"It's easy, kill him!" Mo Tie waved the sword in his hand, without fear, he already knew something at this time, even if he was touched by the undead, he would only feel a trace of coldness, and he would not be directly robbed of his soul.

Then there was nothing to be afraid of, necromancy was much worse than he imagined.

Mo Tie was about to rush over, but saw a hooded figure jump from the roof next to him, he landed gracefully on the ground, and the old leather trench coat spread out behind him. He held a pair of pistols, brass metal holding what looked like carved stones.

Suddenly, the streets were lit up by the electric light of two guns. The blinding light was especially noticeable in the black fog, and the hooded man spun as fast as a whiplash, barely stopping between aiming and shooting. As far as the electric light pointed, the black mist even burned, and the undead scattered invisibly in the screams.

The black mist swept up the air, carrying the Shadow of War and his men away.

The hooded man slipped his pistol into the holster and turned his head to look at Mo Tie and Sarah. lifted the hood, revealing a heroic face and a pair of eyes with sorrow.

"As for the shadows," he said, "as long as there is enough light, they will disperse." ”

…… Very cool way of appearance, full score for pretending to be more effective, Mo Tiexin said.

He recognized the person in front of him at a glance, this was his former natal hero Lucian, who opened the opposite side with one hand and was so frightened that his scalp on the other side was numb.

"Who are you? Can you tell me where you can get a pistol like that? Sarah's attention was on the twin guns in Lucian's hands, and it was really a strange idea.