A dazzling holy light pierced the pitch-black sky, maintaining the posture of holding the butcher's knife high, and the butcher's pig's head had been annihilated in the holy light.

The butcher's body slammed to the ground, and with the black mist of the butcher's knife, the butcher's body turned into scattered ashes and fell to Edgar's face, freeing him from fear and anger.

"I really didn't misread you, Edgar, you are a natural warrior, your holy light is different, you can kill many powerful black mist monsters, even the butcher is not your opponent."

Coming to Edgar's side, Turce laughed and patted the hunter on the shoulder.

"How do you feel now? Can you sense a connection to Kitty? ”

Clutching the Holy Stone weapon in his hand, Edgar whispered.

"Lord Tours, I don't know if it's a connection, but I do know that Kitty is responding to my voice."

"Haha, that's right, it seems that Kitty has accepted you, in that case, I will give Kitty to you, use it to destroy more evils and ghosts, it can play a greater role in your hands, and when the black fog is dispelled, I will take you to the secret stronghold of the Sect of Light and hold an initiation ceremony for you."

Settled, Edgar nodded gratefully and thanked Tours again.

After the death of the hungry butcher, calm was restored in the black mist, as if he knew that there was danger, and the wandering ghosts left for other places, and after the danger passed, the adrenaline-pumping Edgar was eager to encounter more evil spirits.

"What are we going to do next? Master Turles, I want to try to use Kitty to destroy more monsters. ”

Probably guessing Edgar's state of mind at this time, Turce stroked his beard and smiled.

"Go in the direction of Nascott, find the origin of the black fog in Nascott, purify the monsters there, and dispel the black fog.

Edgar, I'm pretty sure the black fog won't recede on its own this time, these evil spirits and monsters seem to be looking for something other than taking souls captive, presumably Nascott will be more dangerous than here, but with your help, I have a bigger ...... Grip ......"

Turce closed his mouth in reluctance.

"Click, click......"

The sound of heavy boots stomping on the floor tiles was full of deadly oppressive force, and the screeching sound of heavy metal weapons cutting through the floor tiles attracted monsters in the dark depths like an armed submarine with sonar turned on in the deep sea.

As Turs' voice froze, the two of them slowly turned around at the same time, looked in the direction behind them, and clenched their sacred stone weapons.

A man with an evil sword in tow slowly walked out of the black mist, as if he didn't take any monster in his eyes, and looked at everything in front of him indifferently.

The gray-green elemental robe engraved with axiom normals was windless, and his long black hair was tied up behind him, shoulder-high, and his brown thick boots stepped on the hearts of Turce and Edgar with every step, until the man stopped and turned his gaze to himself.

"Is it Elder Yuen? But if it's Yu'en, how can he wear a robe that can only be worn by Alai? ”

Looking at the noble robe that only Yuen Alai could wear, Edgar put down Kitty in his hand and muttered in disbelief.

Turning his head to look at Edgar, Tours struggled to squeeze a few wisps of air out of his lungs to allow himself to speak, how many people had the man in front of him killed with so much pressure on himself?

"Edgar, do you Ishtar still have such figures?"

"Lyster, the Great Elemental Envoy of Ishtar."

Confirming that the annoying ghosts had fled him, Lyist thrust Aatrox back into the scabbard on his back, presumably having guessed the identities of the two.

"Ariel Edgar, the hunter, and Tours, a guest from afar."

Slowly approaching the two, there was a little more smile on Lyist's face, which greatly reduced the pressure on the two.

"Like you, I'm here to stop this catastrophe."

Speaking of which, Lyster, who had the preemptive strike, deliberately looked at Turce and saluted the middle-aged man.

"Lord Tours, I have learned of your kind deeds from Elder Marvin, and allow me to thank you on behalf of Yuen-Alai and the rescued people of Ishtar for the help you extended to Ishtar and saved the lives of many innocent people."

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

"Big, big...... The big elements make? You are the Grandmaster Ishthali who replaced Archmage Wilmot? ”

"If you're talking about Wilmot being the Great Elemental Envoy from before, that's me."

Lyist shrugged and patted Edgar on the shoulder, giving Edgar a feeling of flattery.

Successfully found the Sect of Light that he most wanted to contact, Lyist was in a very good mood, and there was only a benefit and no harm in getting in touch with the Light Sentinel as soon as possible, before the Broken Legion invaded the material realm, the Emerald Leader must obtain the Holy Stone weapon crafting process and enough Holy Stones, according to the connection between Shadow Island and the Underworld, the Holy Stone Weapon may also be able to play a role in Mordekaiser's Underworld Legion.

The [Holy Stone] that makes the Holy Stone weapon can only be found on the Shadow Island, and there was no clear goal yet, but I didn't expect that this time I actually found the secret sect that continued on Fuguang Island in the black mist.

The White Robe and Sacred Stone weapons are the best identification marks, and the possibility of error is very small.

Lyist's gaze casually swept over the spear-shaped weapons in Edgar and Tules' hands, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, if he guessed correctly, the thing in their hands should be a holy stone weapon to restrain the black mist.

"Your Excellency Lyster...... Who are you? ”

Unlike Edgar, who had completely trusted Lyster, Tours always had a lingering sense of luck in his heart, and from the secret technique of Helia retained by the Illuminati Sect, he had practiced a technique that could distinguish between good and evil, and at this moment it played a role that I don't know if it was good or bad.

Generally speaking, the more the target he observes takes life, the more he will have a fear reaction, and at this moment, he finds that he has no way to stand in front of Lyster with his own endurance, so he has to withdraw the spell, which makes his face not too ugly.

"You can consider me a fugitive prisoner, Lord Tours, do you have any questions?"

Smiling quietly, Lyist whispered in a friendly voice.

"Please forgive me if I have caused His Excellency Tours a bad feeling."

"Your Excellency Lyist, you don't have any problems, it's mine, please forgive me......"

Edgar, who didn't know why, looked at the two of them in a daze, and the hunter suddenly had the illusion that he was an outsider, but fortunately, the two were not procrastinating riddlers, and quickly got down to business.

"Anyway, I have to try to dispel this catastrophe and find the trace of Elder Rogier, I am going to go to Nascott to see the cause of the black fog, I wonder what Lord Tours plans next?"

"Your Excellency Lyist, in fact, Edgar and I are also going to the village of Nascott to see if we can stop this disaster......"

Under the active guidance of Lyster, although there were some doubts about Lyster's origin, Turce still chose to move forward together, and was able to rely on a weapon full of evil aura to go deep into the black fog alone, from this point of view, Lyster is by no means extraordinary, but whether to reveal the news of the Sect of Light depends on the follow-up contact and temptation, so as not to let some people with evil thoughts know the secrets of the sect and bring about destruction.

"Lord Lyist, I don't know how much you know about the Black Mist? And then there's ...... I didn't see you using magic, it just looked a little ...... with this one The weird great sword, could it be said that the Great Elemental Envoy of Ishtar is another name for the Sword Master? ”

The corners of Tours' mouth twitched as he watched Lyster use Aatrox to crack the flying ghosts, and Edgar turned his face away in embarrassment, as if he hadn't heard it.

"Almost, if you can't fight with weapons, you can only magic, how can you be qualified to become a great elemental envoy?"

Under Edgar's admiring gaze, Lyste said.

"Whether it's magic or martial arts, it's a means to an end, in my opinion, there is no survival of the fittest between the two, do things at the right time and in the right way, never let power and rules become things that bind your steps, as for the black fog, I just roughly know that this weird fog seems to come from the lost Fuguang Island......"

"Admiration, admiration, the concept of His Excellency Lyster is very insightful......"

Caught between the two of them, the more they talked, the more speculative they became, Edgar found that he couldn't interject at all, so he could only prick up his ears and try to learn to listen, and be a good leader.

The three of them walked all the way, the road was already complicated and changeable, coupled with the interference of the black fog, it was difficult for the three of them to find the right direction day and night, but Edgar, as an excellent hunter in Wollaston Village, could barely recognize the road under the interference of the black fog, and finally arrived at the outskirts of the easternmost village of Ishtar after a day's advance.

Lying on the ground, the three of them quietly approached the entrance of the village, avoiding the ghosts that were wandering aimlessly.

At this moment, the sky was completely dark, and the dark green glow of the black mist seemed even more eerie, and it also illuminated the village of Nascott, which had become a hell on earth.

Thousands of ghosts roamed over the village of Nascot, and a nauseating smell of blood wafted deeper into the village, and I don't know when there was a fleshy eucalyptus board made of thick stumps in the clearing outside the village entrance.

Rows of criss-crossed wooden piles, hangers and drying racks stretch from the entrance of the village all the way to the village.

The wooden stakes were filled with human sticks that had been stripped and amputated, and hundreds of gray-green corpses that had been completely drained of blood hung upside down on the hangers with iron hooks.

The whole village is like a large slaughterhouse, and it is filled with low air pressure that makes it impossible to breathe.

In the face of this most primitive savagery and brutality, even Lyster had some uncomfortable feelings, and Tours and Edgar beside him turned their heads silently and forcibly pressed down the twitching and tumbling stomach pouch, so as not to attract the enemy with their vomiting sounds.

It wasn't until the two of them were almost used to such a harsh environment that Lyst whispered.

"Tours, have you ever been in such a situation before? What other monsters are there besides ghosts in the black mist? ”

"If I'm not mistaken, this place must have been transformed into a flesh refining workshop by a certain [Abomination Butcher]."

Lyist's brow furrowed, and Tours' pale face was very ugly, and it was clear that the abomination butcher was not an easy thing to deal with.

"Hate the Butcher?"

Retracting his gaze from the flesh board, Tours retreated back into the grass and muffled his voice.

"Abomination Butcher Shadow Island is a special evil thing with a shell, from the hungry butcher devouring the same kind, the soul of the abomination butcher is always eager to devour fresh flesh and blood, this group of evil people like to dismember, skin and torture the living the best, the strength is very strong, an abomination butcher will generally dominate dozens of hungry butchers to build a flesh refining workshop, the enemy inside is more difficult than imagined."

Recalling that he almost killed his own hungry butcher with a knife, Edgar's face suddenly became not very good-looking.

Lyist, on the other hand, noticed another term that he had never heard before.

"Flesh Refining Workshop? What is that? ”

Pointing to the various meat hangers in the village of Nascott, Tours explained as Edgar covered his mouth and gagged again.

"Those evil ...... They make all sorts of flesh husks out of human flesh that the butchers have processed, filling the right flesh husks with powerful evil spirits, and the Flesh Refining Workshop is where the flesh husks are made.

In the black mist, in addition to the ghosts, which are completely spirits, there are many monsters with shells and bodies, and the birth of these monsters is inseparable from the flesh and blood made by the butcher, as for how to turn ordinary ghosts into evil spirits that can control the body, I don't know much...... Look, here they come. ”

As he spoke, Turce suddenly closed his mouth, Lyist turned his head, and a dozen big men with pig's heads and butcher's aprons walked out of the village carrying a dozen desperately struggling white living people, different pig-headed people have different division of labor, each performing its own duties,

Some pig-headed people took off the dried skin and carried it on their shoulders, while some pig-headed people sniffed on the hanging body with their noses, and from time to time took off the deformed body from the iron hook of the hanger and threw it to other pig-headed people waiting on the side, so that another pig-headed person could carry it on his shoulder and wait to be taken away.

The pig-headed man led by the human being went straight to the stump, pressed the kicking man with his left hand on the flesh and blood eucalyptus board made of the stump at will, raised the machete with his right hand and cut it off, the frightened head rolled down, and a few more knives down, the machete was drawn a few times, and the man became a human stick, three times five divided by two, and there was another pendant on the drying rack and hanger.

The tumbling heads and excess limbs were used as snacks for many pig-headed people, who picked them up and smashed them and ate them, feasting on them, and more than a dozen living people were killed in a few minutes.

"Uh-huh......"

Seeing the disgusting scene in his eyes, Edgar finally couldn't bear it anymore and spit it out, and by the time Lyistt and Tours set their eyes on the entrance of the village again, the hungry butchers had stopped what they were doing, picked up the butcher's knife, and cast their cold, bloodthirsty gaze.

"Guys, it doesn't seem necessary to hide."