Bilgewater, a pirate ship, commercial cargo ships, and even Noxus warships, and other piracy activities that were brutally robbed by the past, from Noxus, Ionia and the most prosperous trading city Piltwolf, which made huge profits and successfully made a fortune. He also flourished with the high-value deep-sea specialties obtained by hunting sea beasts. Now he finally got retribution in this unusual and tragic night of soul erosion!

Because, now, it has gradually ignited the sky-sky fire by various intentional or unintentional actions of the Bilgewater people...

With the help of the howling sea breeze, dry wooden houses, and the threat of terrible ghosts from Shadow Island raging everywhere, streets, blocks, and hills began to be ignited, and the fire gradually became more and more prosperous, becoming more and more tragic, with the terrible tendency of the city burning with fire?

Especially on the mountain on the other side of the "Butterfight" , due to the intention of a bear, the dark red flames gradually spread to most of the entire mountain where they were, and gradually spread along the countless ropes, trestles and suspension bridges to the various hills and urban areas of Bilgewater City...

Countless Bilgewaters had to run out of their houses, and when they discovered that the special dark red flames could effectively help them resist monsters from Shadow Island, resist the threats of the undead, and even burned those terrifying ghosts easily, they were like carnival, holding up the torches of dark red flames that seemed to never be extinguished by water and wind, cheering and roaring, venting their anger and fear in their hearts, and actively joining in the vast action of burning their own cities, burning their own homes, burning and driving away the ghosts, and trying to disperse the cursed evil black mist.

‘Huhe! Huhe!’

‘Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn…’

‘Burn those Shadow Island’s crumbs!’

‘Evil spirits, come on, I am not afraid of you anymore!’

‘Ahhahaha…’

‘They are there, burn them to death…’

‘!!’

‘Hey! Brother, let me pass on the fire, my torch is extinguished!’

‘Help!’

‘!?’

‘That’s my house, my money is still inside!’

‘My child, who saw my child?’

‘Mom! I’m here! Look, I just burned several undeads from Shadow Island with a torch!!’

‘Ms. Bearded…’

‘…’

‘Burn them to death…’

‘They are there, go and help!’

‘Don’t try to run away, everyone chases you together!!’

‘No! There is danger over there!’

‘Wow…’

‘Hahaha! Look at those idiots, they fell down by themselves?’

‘…’

Various shouts of shouting and killing began to resound continuously throughout the entire city of Bilgewater... People taught the simple and effective black fog and the undead methods of the other party's soul-eating night, and took the initiative to include more boathouses, wooden houses and everything that could be burned into the burning dark red flames.

Of course, on the way to hunt down the flying undead, many unlucky guys accidentally fell from the streets or cliffs that were not very stable by the fire, with torches and screams, and fell to the dark sea water or low urban areas below, allowing the flame to spread more rapidly.

The flames, the shouts of killing and the fight between the undead and the living have become the main theme of this Bilgewater Freeport City tonight...

No one wants to die, nor does anyone ever think of being torn apart by a group of people from Shadow Island and dragging their souls away. Even a considerable number of the souls of these Bilgewater people have long been dirty and degenerated to an unparalleled ugly point?

Anyway, when their own lives and their own money are threatened at the same time, most of them resolutely choose the former without weighing the trade-offs!

after all,

Without money, their great, heroic Bilgewater can go to the main channel of Peel City to grab it! Or, go to the deep sea to ask for the bearded beasts of the 'Ms.'

As long as people are still alive and strong, as long as they are not too unlucky, as long as they don’t accidentally encounter those hard points, it is not too difficult for them to get rich overnight... And once they are harvested by the ghosts from Shadow Island in the Night of the Erosion of Souls and dragged away their souls, everything they have really finished!!

Therefore, it is not unreasonable that they take the initiative to set fire to their own city at this time! Of course, it may also be because of the instigation of some incitement or bad intentions?

But no matter what, so far, only a few people have been swept by the dark red magic flames. Only a few people can use the flames to fight the endless ghosts and ghosts from Shadow Island for the first time! Only a few people dared to spontaneously form a team of torch to destroy or expel those existences that once made them extremely scared, and fight against all kinds of monsters that constantly emerge from the black fog!

Corresponding to the brave and crazy Bilgewater people, most of the Bilgewater City dock area are still shrouded in the dark and deep black mist cursed by the terrifying evil... Most of the Bilgewater people are still trembling in the area covered by the black mist, and from time to time, there are also bursts of cunning and shrill screams when they are captured by evil spirits.

‘…’

‘Ms. Bearded...Mother of the Abyss...Naga Capolos...’

‘Please bless me, please, I am willing to be your believer sincerely. I will go to the temple on the top of the mountain to pray to you every day in the future. Please be sure...’

In the quiet dock area at the bottom of Bilgewater, a thin fisherman was curled up in his only property. The stern of the ship was already a little decayed, looking full of insect eyes, parasitic conchs and broken rotten wood, but could barely continue to float on the sea and fishing canoe-like boats. While lying hard in his cabin that was so small that it could only accommodate one person to lie on his prone, he prayed to the snake mother Nagacapolos, hoping that the true god who is said to be able to do anything, and that great existence would protect him from being discovered by the cruel and hideous undead who made a scream or two from time to time?

Over the years, his luck has been so bad that now there is only such a broken fishing boat that no one can admire...

And thinking about that year,

At his most glorious time, he had killed people, set fire, and even robbed many merchant ships from Picheng on the sea. The blood of the ships dyed his leather boots red, the entire deck and the white sails of the idiots red, and the countless gold, silver and treasures and beautiful young women...

In addition, he had also hunted dangerous and valuable sea beasts from the deep sea of ​​"Ms. Bearded Lady" with the sea hunters a few years ago. At that time, he was very happy and lived a life of "eating and drinking in a tavern when he woke up, and hugging a prostitute overnight when he was drunk"... But now, he, who was old and weak and a little down, somehow, had inexplicably been at the level of being the only broken fishing boat that could depend on him for a long time?

But even so, he doesn't want to die...

He has not lived enough, even if he lives in the humbleest, even if he is poor and sick, even if he has passed today and no tomorrow, he still wants to struggle to survive... Even if he may never be able to turn over again in the future, as long as he is alive, he can remember the "glorious years" from time to time, miss the good days he lived, and recall the young women he had been playing with whom he had caught from ships with his own hands. That kind of thing is extremely beautiful!

At least, in his life, he himself had been glorious for a long time, didn’t he?

'call……'

‘Ms. Bearded bless…’

However……

What he didn't know about in prayer:

At this moment, a silent figure gradually appeared from the black fog and slowly appeared on his sea water beside the broken boat docked by the small roadside of the dock.

‘If I must die, please make sure to take me home…so that my soul and body can be buried forever in the deep sea…I beg you, I sincerely hope’

“Uh!??”

Immediately afterwards, a shrill cry made the prayer that was as if he was muttering to himself abruptly end!

because,

At this time, several hooks with chains had already penetrated his chest, his stomach, his throat, his hands and feet fiercely... They ruthlessly nailed him to his only property, and into the cabin of the narrow broken ship!

At the same time, the vicious blood groove on the terrifying chain hook blade made his blood flow out continuously, and gradually gathered in his cabin into a pool of viscous liquid that was enough to submerge his mouth and nose a little.

The unforgettable pain made him unable to help but howl loudly... However, the vicious hook chain had pierced his throat, and he could not make any more sounds besides the scream he had just made...

“Hmph…”

"It's really a torture that makes people feel extremely pleasant... It's a pity that your God doesn't seem to save you... But, can I?"

At this time,

A vague shadow finally slowly appeared completely from the black fog and appeared in his eyes that had been tortured by severe pain...

He saw: it was a hideous and evil figure. The other party exuded the purest, naked malice in the world, and the terrifying and hideous skull with horns was also constantly lingering with those evil dark green flames...

There is no doubt that it is a necromancer from Shadow Island, a more terrifying existence than ordinary ghosts!!

The other party's whole body was wrapped in a black and gray torn robe, and there were strings of white keys hanging between his waist, and the one in his hand was a strange lantern with a terrifying aura. It was shaking with the chains that had nailed him to death...

He felt the tragic pain of burning souls from his stomach, throat and limbs. The lantern was constantly emitting the terrible aura and groaning moans, just like the screams they made when the innocent men, women, young and old he killed?

He seemed to have seen the faces of those people...

And that lantern, it felt his boundless fear...

Soon, the evil spirits there were cheering and savoring his suffering, his fear, his regret, his apology and his little unwillingness?

But that's not enough, the endless torture continues because, they want more, more...

‘…’

Finally, when the excessive blood flowed out gradually flooded his nose and mouth, and scarlet viscous bubbles formed by the gas he exhaled in front of his wide eyes... he finally ended his humble life, and felt that his soul seemed to be pulled away from the cabin by something, and only saw a hunched figure lying in the cabin with his eyes open.

He never thought that one day, he would do all kinds of evil and never believe that good and evil would be rewarded, and would be drowned in a small blood pit formed by the blood flowing out of his body?!

"Hmph!"

"Another inferior twisted soul..."

He successfully received the other party's twisted soul, and the lantern in his hand also closed the small door with a "click". The evil spirit who had just attacked a living person and collected the other party's soul only turned the corpses that seemed to have their own consciousness and had automatically left the shriveled body, and retracted it back into his hand, so that he could hold the chain with a hook and gently hold it. Then he sneered and turned to look at a hidden street corner of the dock.

Well, it can't be said to be a sneer, because there is no skin at all on his hideous horned skeleton face, and there is no unnecessary expression?

"Come out, little girl, I've discovered you a long time ago..."

“Hmph…”

"Come out and have fun with me?"

"I know..."

"You want to go up the mountain, right? But... this seems to be the fastest road recently. If you don't come out yet, I think I will definitely not leave here easily. I am very patient and you can't escape..."

“Hmph…”

The evil spirit who had just harvested a soul, holding a lantern and a hook in his hand, smiled sinisterly and lightly, as if he had no weight, ignored the thin old man who died in the ragged canoe, floated directly from the sea and flew to the dirty stone pavement next to the pier, floating carelessly, and blocked him directly.

Behind him was a hidden staircase winding up surrounded by houses. Under the black fog and the firelight on the mountain, they were like a cave that penetrated straight into the mountains. If you don’t check it carefully or be familiar with it, you can’t find it.
To be continued...