As Yorik began to tell the story, Miko and Lucian came over and Mo Tie relayed Yorik's words to them.

It took half a day for Yorick to finish all the above in just a few sentences, and of course, he also described to Mo Tie and them the good life of an islander hundreds of years ago.

As for the accident, it can be summed up as an abuse of magic. The king had come from a magical country that was very famous on the main road.

They are also champions of ancient magic, dedicated to discovering and searching for the magical powers of ancient times. In ancient times, there were many systems of magic, such as rune systems, arcane systems, undead systems, and so on.

When the elders of Fulim refused to resurrect the king's wife on the grounds that it was "against the laws of nature", the king, who had mastered many magical systems, summoned a plane of the undead at the cost of his kingly magic and the fate of an entire nation—because a warden with a lantern said that the first thing to do was to find his wife's soul from the plane of the dead.

The consequences were obvious, the entire Fuling Island was covered by the undead plane, and countless creatures could not adapt to the environment, and lost their vitality for the first time, becoming a muddy soul body.

As for the king's country, it is naturally impossible to escape the pursuit of fate, and it has long been drowned in the changes of history......

Lucian said thoughtfully, "Demacia is said to have been founded by a group of ordinary people who had fled and were adamantly opposed to any form of magical power......"

After listening to Yorick's story, Mo Tie asked, "Then why are you still alive?" ”

In fact, it is not accurate to say that he is a living person, because it is impossible for an ordinary person to live for hundreds of years.

Yorick pulled out a necklace from the rags on his chest, and on it hung a small crystal bottle with some dangling liquid inside.

Miraculously, these liquids can emit a soft white light.

He said, "Because of this bottle of tears of life, those black mist can't touch me. ”

Mo Tie and the others looked at each other and sighed that Yorick was really a pure native, so he showed his treasure to others.

"What are the tears of life?"

"I don't know, it's something that everyone in the Twilight Brotherhood has, symbolizing our duty to bury the dead and save the living." Yorick replied honestly.

Mo Tie kind of understood, could this local organization called the Twilight Brotherhood be their pioneer in the funeral one-stop industry?

It's no wonder that Yorick's title in the game is Soul Shepherd.

"Hmm...... Are there any living people on this island? Mo Tie asked.

Yorick shook his head, "I haven't seen a living person in a long time, there are only undead here. ”

Mo Tie looked around and said, "We haven't seen the undead all the way." ”

"They all went underground. A few days ago, the undead plane erupted with the power it had accumulated for a year, and the black mist dispersed to the surroundings, leaving the island with all the undead. When they return with the black mist, they will also enter the soil of the undead plane to recuperate. Yorick said.

"I also take advantage of this time of year to visit other parts of the island to see if there are any survivors."

Is it a fixed time every year? That's not what Bilgewater said. Mo Tie thought about it, maybe the calendar hundreds of years ago was different from now, which led Sarah to say that although the time of the Eclipse Night is not fixed, it is all broken out at this month of the year.

"But I've never found a survivor, and even the sacred tree on the island is polluted by the breath of the undead, and it won't be long before it can't hold out." Yorick said regretfully.

"What is the Sacred Tree?"

"It's a tree older than Fuling Island, and its core can produce tears of life, but since the cataclysm, even it has withered, and I can feel its faint vitality, but it has never regained its verdant green, nor has it shed a single tear of life."

"Will you take us to see it?" Mo Tie was a little curious about this tree.

"Yes."

Yorick unsuspectingly led Mo Tie and them through the long black earth, and there was silence around them, and there was no sound.

Soon, they came to a large square, with twenty-one broken stone statues scattered around the square.

In the center was a large dead tree, completely black, without a single leaf, with a knotted trunk that looked a little hideous.

"That's the sacred tree, it's so faint that I can barely feel its breath." Yorick said, pointing to the dead tree that was thirty or forty meters high.

Mo Tie stepped forward and gently touched the trunk of the tree, activating the ability of telepathy.

Theoretically, telepathy can communicate as long as there is thought and life. However, he didn't find anyone in the tree to talk to.

"Yorick, is it really alive?" Mo Tie turned his head and asked.

"Of course, if it dies, its trunk simply won't be able to support its own weight." Yorick affirmed.

"Can you talk to it?" Mo Tieting wanted to ask the tree if it knew what the magic of the undead was.

"No, it will die soon, and it will no longer be able to respond to my words." Yorick shook his head.

"Okay." Mo Tie withdrew his hand regretfully.

Then, Yorick and Mo Tie and the others went around a few ruins that had once been the center of learning in Valoran.

Mo Tie wandered around for a long time, a little bored, this place is always the same, the plane of the undead is so boring.

"Yorick, are you going to stay here forever? Do you want to go to the mainland with us? "Mo Tie is going to leave, there is really nothing to see in this place.

"No," Yorick shook his head, "I don't want to leave here, I can't be considered a living person anymore, and only here, the land of the undead where death cannot be expressed, will my body not decay because of the problem of lifespan."

"Moreover, I still have a lot of things to do, I will look for the lonely undead every day, send them back to the ground one by one, bury them well, and never come out again."

Yorick said as he removed the shovel from his waist, which was standard when he was at the Twilight Brotherhood.

Mo Tie was stunned, he didn't know whether to tell Yorik that every year on the Night of Soul Eclipse, the undead would kill a large number of ordinary people, bringing their souls back to the Shadow Island and eroding into a new army of the undead.

Yorick's burial speed will never be as fast as the death of the Night of the Soul Eclipse.

"Is there any way to deal with the undead here once and for all?" Mo Tie thought for a moment and asked.

Yorick said regretfully, "I don't know, if only there was a power in the world that is opposed to necromancy." ”

"Huh?" Lucian listened to Mo Tie's words and interjected, "Demacia can erase all magical powers. ”