Maude Caesar, who was human, died a long time ago. His tyranny attracted domestic rebels and foreign righteous (strong) warriors (thieves), and after a day of bloody fighting, Maudecaesar ushered in the node of fate.

He laughed and stood on top of the mountain of corpses, surrounded by enemies. Arrows, blades, and spears pierced his body. His body was then thrown along with his armor onto a huge pile of wood and grass, where it was charred by teppanyaki.

However, a group of dark mages resurrected him with these charred bones and undead magic. And made an oath that as long as his bones remained intact, there would be no way to kill him completely.

Immortality, this is where Mordecaesar's confidence lies.

It's just that such a thing as necromancy has always been a joke in front of Wang Dali.

Wang vigorously reached out and grabbed Maudekaisa's head, and the helmet made of the same material as Nightfall was pinched in his hand. With a tooth-aching sound of metal twisting, the precious helmet, which had centuries of historical value, became a mass of scrap metal.

Wang Dali let go of his hand, his head was already deformed, and his soul was affected and Mordekaiser, who had passed out in a coma, pushed the golden mountain and fell to the ground. Just as he was about to slap the other party, Ghost Rider hurriedly ran over to stop him.

"Wait, I haven't eaten yet!"

When Nightfall was destroyed, the evil spirit rider was surrounded in the middle and beaten, but because of the pendant protection, the undead army could not break through the opponent's defense, and it turned into a sky of spirit children and dissipated. Many of them turned their heads to Wang Dali before they dissipated, showing a grateful expression.

It's just that in this way, the Ghost Rider has eaten nothing, and he has wasted half a day of hell flames.

"He's got necromancy on him, can you?"

"Absolutely."

The king vigorously showed a confident smile, and held the scythe in his hand aside, and the evil spirit knight knelt in front of Maudekaiser, looked down at the unconscious evil spirit, and opened his mouth.

Boom Boom Boom !!

The next moment, patches of hellish flames poured out of his mouth and swayed on Mordecaesar's body. Beneath the dark night sky, the bright crimson flame lit up the surrounding area, as violent and brilliant as the dragon's breath spewed out.

In the infestation of the flames of hell, wisps of green aura were washed out of the interior of this armor. Maudekaiser's body twitched constantly, and seemed to have a tendency to wake up from a coma.

Boom!

So, Wang Dali made up another kick on the other party's head, so that his soul did not wake up until he died.

Under the shroud of the infernal flames like natural enemies, even the undead magic of the Valoran continent could not resist for too long. After several minutes of calcination, the armor suddenly deflated.

Then, a pitch-black soul was swallowed into the mouth of the Ghost Rider, who had stopped breathing fire.

"Hiccup~ It tastes good."

He hiccuped in satisfaction, then hesitated for a moment to report the motorcycle that had just been destroyed by Hecarim, and then placed his hand on the red-hot armor burned by the flames.

Once again, the Hellfire in Ghost Rider's body showed its powerful assimilation powers, and the red-hot metal components began to change. It was as if they had a consciousness of their own, covering the wreckage of the motorcycle.

With the injection of this new force, the two actually began to merge slowly.

Metals are blending, high-tech products from modern industry are combined with fantasy handmade armor from another world. Soon, an evil spirit chariot that looked like a real ancient chariot appeared in front of the two of them.

It has a punk-style metal spike skin, and the lampshade is shaped like a skull with a helmet and two curved motorcycle handlebars, like a demon.

"Hellfire is such a useful thing."

Looking at the chariot full of violence and punk metal in front of him, Wang Dali was also a little moved. Although the power of the Hellfire is not strong, it is very malleable and practical.

"Come on man, I'll take you for a ride."

Patting his freshly baked chariot, Ghost Rider hung his scythe on the right side of his motorcycle, in a groove he had just pulled out on purpose. When Wang Dali also sat down, he ignited the engine of the evil spirit chariot, causing the beast to rush out with a thud, leaving a long trail of flames behind him.

……

On the other side, next to the Calibration Glows of the Isle of Shadows.

Originally, this was a beautiful and spectacular magical facility that everyone who came to Fukuko Island had to pass through. The runic energy was refracted through eight thick rectangular stone pillars enclosed in a regular octagonal shape, and finally dotted on the tallest stone pillar in the center.

The light from this pillar splits the island in half.

But now, the eight weather-beaten stone pillars have collapsed, and only three and a half are still standing, and the rune energy rays that can be called a scene of Fuguang Island have not appeared for decades.

It was here that the hammerstone, which had just passed by, stopped itself. He carried the Soul Locking Lamp, which was the node of the Rune Array of the Shadow Island, sensed it for a while, and then turned around and hurried towards the edge of the Shadow Island.

"What a terrible mystery that even Maude Caesar was killed. I'm a little reluctant to take on the Shadow Isle, but I'd better go outside and hide. ”

The other people who rushed here didn't have the power of Hammerstone, but they all arrived one after another.

The first to arrive was Yorick, who had followed Maud Caesar and carried many corpses with him. He glanced at the charred earth and the line of fire that stretched around him, then turned his attention to the armor and helmet that had fallen off after Hecarim had been killed.

"That's right, it's his armor."

So, was Hecarim killed here by the man with the ability to fire?

Yorick pondered, and then noticed Gatling, who neither Ghost Rider nor Wang Dali had taken with him.

"What is this?"

Yorick, who had lived on Shadow Island for hundreds of years, didn't know what a gun was, and picked up Gatlin, who had lost the Hellfire bonus, and regained his original state.

Holding up the weighty Gatling, Yorick curiously pressed the trigger that appeared to be a trap button. The six-hole barrel of the Gatling began to spin as he watched with some amazement, and then some of the remaining bullets immediately 'burst out', shattering the bodies of the two barrels to pieces.

"Good stuff!"

Too late to grieve for the loss of his two bodies, Yorick's eyes lit up with joy. He looked at the bullets attached to the cavity of the Gatling bullet and the ammunition box with more than half a bullet left, and excitedly let the two bodies carry them on their backs towards the beach.

Because here, he vaguely saw a large seafaring ship docked on the beach not far away.

It wasn't long before Yorick, who had reached the shore, was ecstatic and dancing excitedly. If it weren't for the fear of people finding out, he would even shout.

Yorick hurriedly walked onto the War College ship with a large number of corpses, manipulating the corpses to reluctantly move them and slowly sail away from the Shadow Island.

On the Isle of Shadows, Yorick has nothing to do but stay alive and no one to talk to, so he rummages through all the books he can find to pass the time. And because Fuguang Island is an island, many of the books in it belong to the category of navigation.

As the ship faded into the sea, the Twisted Dryad Mokai and the Vengeful Spear Calista arrived at about the same time.

"This is Hecarim's armor!"

Gritting her teeth at him, Callista, eager to eat him alive, recognized at a glance who the metal armor on the ground belonged to. She could barely help herself as she stepped forward, grabbing the armor into her hands and making out the armor.

"That's right, it's his!"

Calista nodded vigorously and threw the armor in her hand to the ground. She stretched out her right hand, and the power of her soul surged, and the dark green soul spears were condensed by her, shooting at these ownerless armors one after another.

When the sound rang out in a row, Calista's soul spear almost pierced the armor and Hecarim's helmet like a hedgehog. Then, Calista clenched her right hand and pulled it outward.

"Torn!"

Boom!

More than twenty soul spears pierced in the armor exploded at the same time, shattering Hecarim's only relic. After whipping Hecarim, Calista glanced at Maukai and followed the line of fire left behind by the Evil Spirit.

In any case, the other party is a benefactor who helped her avenge her. If Calista was alone, there was no way to take Hekarim, who owned an entire Shadow Cavalry regiment. She has also assassinated the other party several times, but all of them have failed.

Mao Kai on the side bent down, looking nervous, and some hurriedly put one of his branches on the remaining flames on the ground to burn. In the pain of being burned by the flames, the small branch was charred.

With a slight touch, the coke fell to the ground. Then he activated the polluted force of nature in his body and regrew this finger of his own.

"Fire and water are the source of life."

A fervent smile appeared on Maokai's face, and he also strode along the line of fire.

He hadn't seen a fire in years since Fuguang Island had become Shadow Island. In his precious memory, he can especially remember the picture of hundreds of years ago, when the people of Fuguang Island lit a large bonfire in front of him, sang and danced around it, and happily held the annual harvest festival.

Looking at the happy smiles on people's faces, he was the happiest.

So, this island was born from boiling lava in the first place, and I will cleanse it of its stubborn ailments with the same flame. Mokai believes that when all the resentful spirits and dark runic energy of the Isle of Shadows are scorched, life will be reborn on the cursed island.