Simply saying goodbye to his women, dressed in the light armor of the most brilliant craftsmen of Ishtar, Lyist carried Aatrox on his back and sat in a four-horse carriage overnight, and with the sound of horses' hooves, Lyster headed towards the south gate of the city of Ishuken, where there was a port dock where he could change ships and sail down the river, reducing the time wasted on the road.

Strictly speaking, Nascott is not east of the city of Ishoken, but in the southeast coastal direction, and the schedule of riding fast horses is about a month, and the boat ride will be faster.

Stepping out of the carriage, Lyist explained the situation to the soldiers guarding the city, and showed the token of Empress Yuen, and the soldiers quickly found an old boatman with a thirty-year-old ship, the white-bearded old boatman named Turner, with a very common name, but the driving skills were excellent, in the words of the soldier, this old fellow who knew how to use the water Suso could drive the ship from the Fred River into the Sea of Watchmen with his eyes closed.

The waves rippled on the river, the stars and moon fell, the sun rose on the other side of the horizon, and with the blessing of elemental magic, the boat sailed through the waves like a motor all the way south, and soon disappeared at the end of the horizon.

……

"Little stones! Come on!

Get out of these black fogs!

！ Run to Gardner Village! Run!

Don't look back!

！ ”

In the village of Wollaston, adjacent to the village of Nascott, the young hunter Ariedgar is yelling at the stunned little boy at the top of his voice.

"I Have a Catalogue of Ghosts and Gods"

Just a few seconds ago, the little boy watched his father be swallowed by the black fog and disappear without a trace in an instant, just like his mother, until now he still couldn't understand what was happening, the little boy just stared blankly at the place where his father and mother disappeared, longing to find those two familiar gentle faces in the black mist.

Terrible ghost cries staggered from the black mist, the sky was shrouded in strange clouds, the fog was getting closer and closer, and in just ten minutes it had enveloped half of the village, and everywhere was the screams of human fear and the indescribable strange laughter, and the young hunter Ariel knew that his time was running out.

Seeing that the little boy was still in a daze, a scream came out from the rolling black fog,

Bend the bow, take the arrow,

Ariel the Hunter loosened his tight bowstring and fired the perfect shot of arrows.

As soon as the dark green ghost poked its head out of the black fog, it was pierced by the hunter Ariel's arrow, and what made people desperate was that the arrow only slightly disturbed the ghost's form, and when the arrow disappeared into the mist, the ghost returned to its original state again, revealing the most terrifying face in life, and let out a piercing grin.

"Brother Edgar!

Woo woo wow wow wow!

Where did Mom and Dad go, wow! ”

As if deliberately playing with people's hearts, the ghost did not pounce on the hunter Ariel, but flew straight to the little rock that was crying.

Gritting his teeth, Edgar instinctively shot a second arrow, but the arrow staggered with the ethereal ghost and couldn't even delay it.

It was a foregone conclusion that Little Stone would be dragged into the terrible black fog by the ghost, and he couldn't change anything.

Frustrated, Edgar, who didn't want to see the little stone lost, turned around and prepared to leave alone.

"Hulabada, Cave!"

Just when Edgar had just taken the first step, a strange and obscure unknown language came from the depths of the black fog, and Edgar, who was very sure that there would be no living people in the black fog, jumped in his heart, and instinctively shot an arrow in a certain direction, but in an instant, a white light that dispersed the black fog staggered with the arrow, flying towards the ghost that was about to come into contact with the small stone.

"Uh......"

At the same time as the muffled grunt came, the terrible ghost tried to twist its body to avoid the white light as if it had seen a ghost, but unfortunately the white light flew far faster than the ghost imagined, and melted into the ghost's dark green spirit like the white snow melting.

Suddenly, Edgar's eyes widened, and he was not harmed at all, and the ghost began to burn violently from the inside out like a dried corpse of ignited fuel, and in just three seconds, it turned into a dissipated black soot and disappeared in front of his eyes.

Xiao Shi, who was shocked by the scene in front of him, stopped crying and stared blankly at the black soul ash that fell on top of his head, while Edgar turned his head and looked at the white-robed middle-aged man who slowly walked out of the black mist, he could see that his arrow was stuck in the man's left arm, and the blooming blood flowers made the holy white robe even more dazzling.

The stout middle-aged man with a large black beard, a kind and soft face, and a resolute look in his eyes, held up his other right hand holding a 'curved short stick' to show that he had no malicious intent.

"Young man, your arrows shoot very accurately, but ordinary arrows can't cause damage to these evil ghosts, if you want to destroy these ghosts, you have to rely on this, watch!"

The white-robed man who was talking waved the short stick in his right hand, and then pointed in a certain direction, and the amazing short stick began to emit a dazzling white light, and another ghost who had just emerged was hit by the sudden holy light and turned to ashes on the spot.

It was only at this time that Edgar realized that he had actually hurt an unknown powerhouse who could save his life, and the young hunter Ariel hurriedly pulled a small stone to a short distance in front of the white-robed man, and sincerely knelt on the ground and lowered his head.

"My lord, I actually hurt you in ignorance, please forgive me, let me do something for you, I have trauma medicine here, which can heal the arrow wound quickly."

Turce looked at the hunter of Ishtar who was kneeling on the ground and apologized to him, and his heart became more and more fond of the young man in front of him, whether it was the help he had just given to the little boy or the fact that he was ready to leave, or whether he begged for forgiveness in the face of his mistake, not to mention the amazing shooting talent, this heart alone made the Ishtar hunter in front of him worthy of being his companion.

"Don't beat yourself too much, young man, no one can do their best in such a terrible disaster, you have done a good job, and that's why I'm here."

Sticking the Sacred Stone Weapon Short Spear [Kitty] into the weapon holster around his waist, Turce helped Edgar up with one hand, touched the little boy's messy hair, and wiped the little boy's tears.

"My lord, allow me to make up for my irreparable mistakes."

Taking out the wound ointment he had personally prepared from the leather bag he was carrying, Edgar pointed to the missed arrow that had not yet been pulled out, and whispered guiltily.

"It's good that I didn't quench the poison on the arrow, otherwise I'm afraid I would have made a big mistake and hurt an innocent person who could save the village...... My name is Edgar, and he is Hume, the tailor's son, and I don't know what to call him? ”

Hearing this, even the well-informed Turce was a little chilly, he could kill evil spirits and ghosts, but he couldn't conjure up an antidote at will, I have to say that from the perspective of combat alone, Edgar's talent seems to be more than he imagined.

Injuring oneself through blind shooting is not something that ordinary people can do at all.

Perhaps only such a person can curb the black fog that is becoming more and more active, and make some dynamic changes in the old-fashioned sect.

The decision was made, and the smile on Tours' face was even kinder, making Edgar feel like a spring breeze.

"Young man, then I'm sorry for you, my name is Tours, I'm from an island in the east, this time I'm here to try to curb the spread of the black fog, before I met you, I had already sent some people out of the black fog range, and now the black fog has expanded to the entire village, we can't continue to stay, otherwise there will be ghost things that I can't deal with, as for my wounds, let's deal with them when we get out of the black fog range, I can still hold on."

Having decided on the next course of action, Edgar and Turce protected the silent boy Hume as he made his way to the northwest of the village of Wollaston, where the haunting ghosts and evil spirits in the black fog were killed by the blow of the bin in Thurs' hand without any magic breath every time they emerged, which made Edgar even more curious about the origin of the bone.

Stepping out of the gloomy black fog and following Tours to a makeshift gathering place, Edgar looked at the fallen village, sighed, threw his hunting bow on the ground, and sat down.

Like Hume the little stone, his parents remained in it forever, and his bow and arrows were too weak compared to those terrible ghosts.

Tours, who had been paying attention to Edgar, had already taken care of his wounds, and walked over a few steps and patted Edgar on the shoulder, Tours looked at the dark sky, and his voice was heavy.

Along the way, he has witnessed countless tragedies of family destruction, and Edgar and Hume are lucky in this situation, in fact, most of the time, there is no living person left in the black fog.

The souls of all the dead will be swept back to the island of evil and horror by the black mist, and become the toys and nourishment of the demons.

"If you can't curb the spread of the black fog, there will be more innocent people who will be harmed, I can see that you are a qualified warrior, I just don't know, if you are willing to be a part of us and use the weapons in your hands to fight against the erosion of the world by the black fog."

Edgar raised his head, Tours' bright blue eyes lit a fire in his heart, maybe for revenge, maybe to save others like Tours saved himself and Hume, or maybe it was really to fight against the evil black fog, Edgar opened his mouth a little dry.

"Who the hell are you, Tours? Where did the weapons that could hurt ghosts come from, and the language you spoke in the first place...... I've never heard of it. ”

Feeling out the flintlock pistol-style holy stone weapon from his waist, Turce directly handed it to the stunned Edgar, so that Edgar couldn't react, and such a precious thing was handed over to him by Turce.

Stroking the cold stone stick like white jade, Edgar was a little dazed, how did this thing, which had no magic power or firing mechanism, shoot white light.

"She is [Kitty], Kitty is a holy stone weapon deliberately created by our [Sect of Light] (or translation: Sentinel Sect, Sentinel sounds too burnt, so here it will be changed to Sect of Light) to fight against the black fog, and every new person who joins the Sect of Light will get a holy stone weapon crafted by the Holy Blacksmith himself,

As for language, that's what Helia left us......

If we want to fight against the black fog and completely kill the monsters in the black mist, in addition to the holy stone weapon that can stimulate the holy light, we must have enough courage and determination, and courage and determination are also the key to activating the holy stone weapon.

Young people, everyone who uses the Holy Stone weapon will have an unforgettable pain......"

After saying this, Turston paused, and after confirming the determination in Edgar's eyes, the middle-aged man sat on the ground, leaving a handful of dust on his dirty, blood-colored white robe.

He knew it was all worth it.

"Since the catastrophe brought by the invaders on Fuguang Island five hundred years ago, what was once a land of milk and honey has become a dark land of death and evil, and our ancestors have lost everything, the fountain of life, the spirit of the tree of life,

Some evil curse that we cannot comprehend erupts in the fountain of life, peace and comfort are permanently removed from that land, and Fuguang Island becomes a place of calamity that binds countless souls and souls.

Fortunately, our ancestors survived the catastrophe with the help of the Holy Stone, and after countless sacrifices, the ancestors of the Cult of Light passed down the way to fight against the black fog and ghosts to this day, and built a secret stronghold on the most dangerous Shadow Island, so that we would not be killed in the black fog.

To this day, as descendants, we are still dutifully trying to maintain the original goal of the sect, trying to make the black fog of Shadow Island retreat, revive Fuguang Island, and purify the fountain of life, but we all know that this is no longer possible, from the original thousand people to today, the scale of the sect is now less than a hundred, and more and more people are dying on the road of fighting against the black fog and evil, not to mention, there are more terrible things than black fog monsters on Fuguang Island staring at us......"

Taking a deep breath, Tours shuddered as he recalled the rumors of the Soul Hooking Skeleton.

That evil skeleton is like a patient old hunter, who has been searching for traces of the sect's secret land for hundreds of years, if it weren't for the way the sect's secret land operates and uses the knowledge of the Helia Star Rail ritual, it will change every moment, I am afraid that the sect's secret vault would have been broken by the evil controlled by the skeleton and slaughtered everyone.

"As you can see, if this continues, the Sect of Light will be completely annihilated in human civilization, so we have to seek a change and try to find some warriors suitable to join the sect outside in a more efficient way, so as to increase the manpower and fight against the black fog that continues to grow stronger."

In response to Tours' serious gaze, Edgar clenched the [Kitty] in his hand,

If Kitty had it, wouldn't his parents, Hume's parents, or even the entire village be harmed by the black fog?

His family has been shattered, and his parents have been left in the village forever, perhaps captured by monsters in the black mist......

To this day, he has no choice but to embark on this path.

"Lord Turles, how do I join the Cult of Light?"

Glancing at Edgar with satisfaction, Tours whispered.

"Quite simply, use your determination and courage to fight evil and darkness to inspire Kitty to kill the ghosts, and you will pass the test."