Standing on the rugged path that winds from the cliff to the top of the cliff, Raven glanced into the distance, but saw that there were still a few docks in Rat Town that were completely submerged in the black fog at this time, and the loading platform that was usually as dense as a spider's web could not be seen at all, and the tentacles of the fog seeped into the hinterland of the city, and Bilgewater was suffocating. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info screams came intermittently, each sound meant the end of a life, and also meant that there was a new member of the army of the dead, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "In a few years, Bilgewater will all be black fog." ”

"A lot can happen in a few years."

Hearing Sarah's solemn and calm words, the berserker Olaf, who was holding a cold and ice axe, kicked on the low railing, completely ignoring the vertiginous cliff, and excitedly shouted at Sarah: "This fog happens every year? ”

"Yes!" Sarah bowed her head silently, and her heart could only express the word madman for this bearded man from Freljord.

"Haha~ It's perfect!" Olaf's axe slammed on his chest, his face was full of carnival joy, and he grinned happily and showed his shining teeth: "If God doesn't take me tonight, I'll come back next time in the black fog." ”

"Come back for your own funeral!" Raven replied.

"Thank you!" Olaf slapped Raven in the back with a big hand, nearly knocking him off the bridge. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and a cluster of ghostly tentacles rose from the thick fog, stretched out and slammed down, smashing a large area of Rat Town's dwellings.

"Wowhaha~ Monster!!" Screaming and excited~ Olaf's feet jumped on the armrests, and his body bounced out with a bow, and no one had time to stop it.

"What a madman~" Raven watched Olaf's figure get smaller and smaller, and finally sank into the thick fog.

"The Iceborns are crazy. But he's more than anything I've ever seen! Sarah nodded, and her beautiful face was also a look of approval, but it was hidden by her black clothes that covered her whole body.

"Take everyone inside!" At this time, Lucian, who was guarding the last, suddenly spoke in a deep voice,

Sarah could hear the anxiety in his voice and turned away, and at some point an extremely tall ghost appeared in front of Lucian, wrapped in a pitch-black robe, with hooked chains wrapped around it. The ghost's body glowed with a sickly green light, and a flickering lantern was in its lifeless hand.

Miss Doom felt the inexplicable aura and felt a terrification to the bone, even more terrified than when she watched her mother die and faced the murderer's gunman.

Lucian drew his twin guns: "Give me the hammerstone." ”

"Over to you!" Sarah turned to leave, and before she had taken a few steps, her posture suddenly froze, and she looked at the temple that was gradually approaching by shadows on the heights, but she was stunned and breathless.

Hecarim and his men stood on the ridge, the Shadow of War raised its flaming halberd, and the ghost knights urged the horses from Hell to run down at a speed that was impossible for a living man, the charge of the undead riders, and the endless angry revenge of Hekarim's retreat.

Her mind cleared up from fear, and Sarah instantly shouted angrily to the desperate subordinates beside her: "What are you still doing in a daze, run!" ”

The Warden of the Soul Lock has no fluctuation in fear of those humans, he is now in a disgusting green light, his withered skin is covered by a tattered hooded cloak, and the lantern in his hand faintly reflects the remaining flesh and skin on his body, barren and dilapidated~ emotionless, but with a sadistic, perverted and twisted fanaticism.

Like the undead, the hammerstone floated softly, a groan of pain came from his robes, and he slowly raised his head half an inch, and Lucian saw him baring his excessively sharp teeth and grinning grimly in anticipation.

"Mortal!" Hammerstone's voice was indistinct, as if he was smacking a piece of fresh meat in his mouth.

Lucian half-knelt on the ground and began to repeat the spell of purification, the two holy spears in his hands clenched and relaxed from time to time, for the next battle~ He must have a heart as strong as iron. Lucian had already assumed this moment a million times in his mind, and when the hammerstone actually arrived, he still felt his mouth dry and sweat wet his palms.

"You killed Senna~" Lucian stood up again, straighter than ever, his indifferent eyes were full of firmness: "She is my only relative in this world!" ”

"Senna ......?" Hammerstone's throat rattled like someone talking in the water, or like the cry of a death row prisoner as he was tied up on a noose.

"My wife." Lucian knew he shouldn't speak, because every word he said made it easier for Hammerstone to defeat him. Tears of grief welled up in his eyes, all ambition and reason were washed away, and he pulled up the box from his necklace, ripped open the lid, and held it up in front of him, to hammer the stone to see clearly who he had lost.

Hammerstone bared his blue glittering needle teeth, stretched out his withered yellow nails and knocked on the lantern cover: "I remember her." A living soul, far from being barren and cold. She was ready to be tortured, but she was full of desire for a new life and opened up in her heart. Fresh, brand-new, spring flowers. Let people pick at will and ruin all their dreams. ”

Lucian stared at the front finger of the holy spear in his hand, the muzzle of the spear flashed with dazzling light, and said in a low voice: "If you remember her, you must remember this too." ”

Sen Sen's sharp teeth under the tattered cloak stammered for the first time: "A weapon of light." ”

"The light pains the darkness." Lucian said word by word, as if to squeeze all hatred into the weapon in his hand.

"Wait a minute—" Hammerstone hadn't finished yet, but Lucian didn't want to wait any longer. He pulled a pair of triggers without aiming, and the burst of pure fire instantly engulfed the Warden of the Soul Lock, and his screams sounded like fairy music to Lucian.

However, the screams suddenly turned into gurgling laughter, and a dim circle of light around the hammerstone kept the flames completely out, and he was unscathed. He laughed and twitched the lantern to put away the light wheel.

Lucian fired again, and the gunfire rained out. Every shot hit the point, but none of them hit the target. A circle of black light outside the lantern dissolves all attacks into nothingness.

"Yes, I remember the weapon. I know their secrets from her heart. ”

The sound of hammerstone sandstone rubbing made Lucian's resolute and cold expression freeze instantly, and after a while, deep words came out of his mouth: "You~say~ what? ”

"Quack~~" Hammer Stone laughed wildly, like the noise of a file: "You don't know? The Order of Rebirth knows me so well, but you never doubted it? ”

Lucian felt a cold fear in his belly, a horror he had never felt before that was driving him insane.

"She's not dead yet~" Hammerstone raised the lantern slightly with his palm, and Lucian saw that there were countless souls rolling in torment, and Hammerstone smiled and said, "I peeled off her soul and kept it here." ”

"No...... I saw her dead. ”

"She's in my lantern, screaming all the time." Hammerstone squeezed out a word from his mouth and floated close to Lucian: "She suffers from sweet torture all the time. Come on, can you hear her? ”

"No!" Lucian roared in disbelief, but his palm began to tremble~, and the pistol that Senna had left him fell weakly on the rocky path of the cliff path.

The hammerstone circled around him, and the chains between the belts snaked out, gradually wrapping around Lucian's body, and the hook cut through his windbreaker, reaching out to the warm flesh and blood: "Longing is her weakness, and love~ is a catastrophe!" ”

Lucian raised his head and looked at Hammerstone's ruined face with a pair of empty eyes, like a black hole leading to nothingness, no matter what Hammerstone had experienced in his life, there was no longer any trace of it, no sympathy, no mercy, and no humanity.

"Mortals, death and suffering are great!" The Warden of the Soul Lock put his hand on Lucian's neck: "No matter where you flee, death will not change, but until then, you will have to pass through my hand!" ”

Sarah ran desperately towards the temple, her heavy breath pounding at her throat. The lungs were about to explode, and the veins were thick and cold. Two revenant lords appeared at the same time, causing a wilting mist to spiral upwards and converge along the mountain wall towards the temple. The dazzling light behind her flickered, but she didn't look back. The horse's hooves thundered, and she looked up at the sparks that flickered high in the darkness.

Imagining someone breathing cold at the back of her neck, and then the burning pain between the two shoulder blades, she felt like she was about to see a phantom spear piercing her chest.