By this time the streets of Bilgewater had been almost abandoned, the bells of the sea still ringing, and the cries of fear echoed below the mountain. The entire Rat Town was completely immersed in black fog www.biquge.info the Pen "Fun" Pavilion, and the sound of mourning howled with the wind on the ruins of the dock. Flames burned along the Butcher's Bridge, a shimmering haze swirling over the cliffs above Grey Harbor.

Somewhere below the cliff is a deep, winding cavern with a dull limestone wall, and above the cliff is Bilgewater. The movement of the water and the quarrying work of the local population have created a huge labyrinth beneath the city, and not many people know about its existence. The pale walls are etched with looping spirals, surging tides, and patterns that resemble unblinking eyes.

Lucian, the Ranger of the Holy Lance, held a necklace pendant in his palm, and when the pendant opened lightly was a portrait obscured by crystals, his eyes staring at the portrait in silence, and the owner of the portrait was a woman.

The woman is beautiful, with a pair of big almond-like eyes ~ full lips, and the high cheekbones typical of the Demacians, this portrait can be considered a masterpiece, but it fails to reflect Senna's strength and determination.

Lucian rarely opened the box, for he felt that if his heart was indulged in sorrow, it would only make him weak, and sorrow was a flaw in his armor. Lucian couldn't bear to be completely immersed in the grief of losing her, so he decisively closed the pendant. He knew he should bury the necklace in the sand of the cave, but Lucian couldn't bury her memories under the loess like her corpse.

He must be cut off from grief until the day he kills Hammerstone to avenge Senna. Only then will Lucian weep for her and make offerings to the Veiled Daughter. (Note: The Veiled Daughter is the god of death worshipped by the Demacians, and in other places she is known as the spirit of the sheep!) ）

How long has it been since that terrible night?

Thinking of Lucian in his heart, he felt sad like a bottomless abyss, watching for an opportunity to engulf him completely. However, he once again stubbornly suppressed his emotions. He recalled what he had learned from the Order and began to recite a mantra. Both he and Senna knew that the purpose of this spell was to shut out any emotion, and only then could he enter a state of balance and face horrors beyond imagination.

The grief slowly subsided, but it didn't completely dissipate after all. Only when Lucian felt that his memories of Senna were drifting apart would he force himself to open the box. He found that he could no longer remember many details, including the arc of her chin ~ the touch of her skin, and the exact color of her eyes. The longer the road of revenge goes, the farther away from her!

Lucian lifted his head and exhaled from his lungs, forcing his heart to slow down, looking up at the pattern above him. He knew that the symbols were all from the local religion, but the person who carved them hadn't been here for years. And he found it here after following his own Order's secret charm, which in any city on the Valoran continent marked the location of the shelter and support.

There was only a faint glimmer of light reflected from the ceiling of the cave, but as his eyes moved with the threads, his palms began to glow slightly.

"Let me be your shield!"

Lucian looked down, Senna's words were as clear as if she were right next to her, and the necklace box was shining with a flickering green fire. Lucian preciously hung the necklace back around his neck, then pulled out the pair of spears that had been relics.

"Hammerstone ......," his voice whispered, and then he became very cold, and his body leaped down from the cliff cave into the darkness, only the two holy spears in Lucian's hands radiated a firm and cold light in the thick and dark night.

Miss Doom Sarah was under the shadow of the black, but the thick black fog around her was darker than the clothes covered by her, and the black fog condensed Sarah's gaze was equally deep. Attentively observing the surroundings and listening to all the movements, after a while, Sarah slowly turned her face and said in a deep voice: "Raven, you don't have to follow so closely! ”

"This scimitar has protected me through six soul eclipse nights!" Raven patted the handle of the knife in his hand in response, and then spoke again with a determined gaze: "I gave Ms. Beard a whole bottle of ten-year-old rum, and then I bought this knife. The knife seller swore that the blade was made of the purest Yanyang steel. ”

Sarah frowned, during this time she felt that her eyebrows were about to wrinkle for fifteen years, she looked deeply at Raven and glanced at the scabbard in his hand, she already knew in her heart that Raven had been deceived, and the workmanship of the gauntlet part was too rudimentary to be made by a Demacian craftsman, but she didn't plan to tell him.

"......" silently suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and turned around again, clapped his hands heavily so that thirty or so people could hear them, and only then did they condense and say: "Each of you is brewed in the black wine of Mailong, if the necromancers want to fight, let them see what it means to be strong!" ”

Under the gloomy clouds, no one laughed out loud. But she did see smiles on the faces of several people, and for a night like this, that would be enough.

Sarah strode along the long path towards Bilgewater below, down the winding staircase embedded in the stone wall of the cliff, past a hidden bridge tied with rotten twine, and down the sheep intestine path that had been untouched for many years.

She led her men out of a path to an open area made up of the roofs of the shacks. The shacks floated in the water, huddled together in groups, their eaves staggered, as if whispering to each other.

As Sarah walked down, her eyes flickered more solemnly, for everything as far as the eye could see was a mess of driftwood, the frost on which was finely veined, and the freezing sea breeze cut through the intricate ruins, bringing distant sobs and screams. Between the remnants of the building are masts and braziers, in which some strange herbs are simmering, and wisps of green smoke are emitting. There are some strange shadows reflected in the waterhole, sparkling and fluctuating.

It used to be a very prosperous market, with stalls set up along the side of the boats. Butchers ~ Liquor Dealers ~ Pirates, Bounty Hunters and Obedient Tramps flock here from all over the world, and can be clearly seen almost everywhere in the city of Bilgewater, and this is exactly what Miss Doom wants.

The mist began to congeale on the wood, causing frozen tears to flow from the abandoned ship's face, and the mist and shadows converging in her direction.

"Pickpocket Square?" Before Sarah could speak, Raven behind her instantly pulled out the 'Demacia Craft Scimitar' and became vigilant: "How did you get here?" I've been here before. I thought I knew all the ways in and out. ”

"Not all!" Miss Doom replied calmly, but her eyes kept looking around, the houses on both sides of the street were dead silent in the darkness, the tattered canvas curtains were flying, and she tried not to look at what was in the round window behind the curtains.

"Captain ~ Why do you know these roads? I didn't even know! ”

Raven asked in confusion, a glimmer of light flashed in Sarah's eyes, and cold words slowly came out in the dark fog of this dangerous night: "Bill Gewater and I are a natural match, so she will tell me a lot of secrets." You'll never know where these dark alleys are. ”

"That's amazing!" Raven grunted in admiration, led the crowd to disperse, and asked vigilantly, "And then?" ”

Miss Doom watched them walk to the center of the square, undisguised in the open space, and also walked over with delicate twin guns, stood and thought for a moment and said in a solemn voice: "Wait! ”

Something was tumbling in the depths of the black mist, shaking with the mist, and a ghostly skull poked out of the darkness, with empty eye sockets and sharp teeth. Its jaws pulled apart to the point where no joint could do it, and a mournful hiss erupted from its throat.

Miss Doom's bullets poured out, all burrowing into the skeleton's eye sockets. With an unwilling scream, the skeleton dissipated, and Sarah's fingers flicked off the pistol magazine, which was extremely neat and full of bullets.

Suddenly, everything around them became dead silent, the black fog exploded, and countless undead screamed and poured into the square.