He simply said goodbye to his women. Wearing light armor made by the most outstanding craftsmen of Ixtar, Lester carried Aatrox on his back and sat in a four-wheeled carriage overnight.
Amidst the sound, Lester headed towards the south gate of Isuoken City. There is a port at the south gate, where you can transfer to a boat and go down the river, shortening the time wasted on the road.
Strictly speaking, Nascote is not to the east of Ishokan City, but on the southeastern coast. The schedule of riding a horse takes about a month, and it is faster to take a boat.
After getting off the carriage, Lester explained the situation to the soldiers guarding the city and showed the token of Queen Yuen. The soldiers quickly found an old boatman with thirty years of experience. The old boatman with a white beard was named Turner. He had a lot of talent.
He has an ordinary name, but his driving skills are outstanding. In the words of a soldier, this old guy who knows how to use hydrocorticos can drive a ship from the Fred River into the Sea of Watcher with his eyes closed.
The waves rippled on the river, the stars and the moon fell, and the sun rose on the other side of the horizon. Relying on the blessing of elemental magic, the boat sailed through the waves southward as if it were equipped with a motor, and soon disappeared at the end of the horizon.
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"Little Stone! Run!
Get out of these dark fogs!
Run to Gardner Village! Run!
Don't look back!
"
In Wollaston Village, which is adjacent to Nascote Village, young hunter Ariel Edgar was yelling at the top of his lungs at the stunned little boy.
Just a few seconds ago, the little boy watched his father being swallowed up by the black mist and disappearing without a trace in an instant. Just like his mother, until now he still can't understand what happened. The little boy just stared blankly.
I stared blankly at the place where my parents disappeared, eager to find those two all-too-familiar gentle faces in the black mist.
Terrifying ghost cries interspersed with each other and came from the black fog. The sky was shrouded in strange clouds. The fog was getting closer and closer. In just ten minutes, it had enveloped half of the village. Human beings screamed in fear everywhere.
The sound and the indescribable weird laughter made the young hunter Ariel know that his time was running out.
Seeing that the little boy was still in a daze, a scream came from the rolling black fog,
bend the bow, nock the arrow,
Hunter Ariel loosened the tight bow string and shot the most perfect arrow through the air.
As soon as the green ghost poked its head out of the black mist, it was pierced by the hunter Ariel's sky-splitting arrow. What was disappointing was that the arrow only slightly disturbed the ghost's body. When the arrow disappeared into the mist, the ghost returned again.
He returned to his original state, revealing the most terrifying face in his life, and let out a harsh and cruel smile.
"Brother Edgar!
Woooooooooooooooo!
Where have mom and dad gone?"
As if deliberately playing with people's hearts, the ghost did not pounce on the hunter Ariel, but flew straight towards the crying little stone.
Gritting his teeth, Edgar relied on his instinct to shoot the second arrow. The arrow was powerless and passed by the illusory ghost, unable to even delay time.
It was a foregone conclusion that Little Stone was dragged into the terrifying black mist by the ghost, and there was nothing he could do to change it.
Frustrated and not wanting to see the little stone lost with his own eyes, Edgar turned around and prepared to leave alone.
"Hurabadaa Cave!"
Just when Edgar took the first step, a strange and obscure unknown language came from the depths of the black mist. Edgar, who was very sure that there would be no living people in the black mist, felt his heart skip a beat and instinctively faced
An arrow shot from a certain direction missed, but in an instant there was a white light that dispelled the black fog and passed by the arrow, flying towards the ghost who was about to come into contact with the small stone.
"Well……"
At the same time as the muffled sound came, the terrifying ghost tried to twist its body to avoid the white light as if it were a ghost. Unfortunately, the flying speed of the white light was much faster than the ghost imagined, and it melted into the dark green spirit body of the ghost like white snow melting.
In an instant, Edgar opened his eyes fiercely. He could not be harmed at all. The ghost began to burn violently from the inside out like a ignited fuel mummy. In just three seconds, it turned into a piece of dissipated black soot.
, disappeared from sight.
Xiao Shitou, who was shocked by the scene in front of him, stopped crying and stared blankly at the black soul falling on top of his head. Edgar turned his head and looked at Bai Shi who slowly walked out of the black mist.
A middle-aged man in a robe, he could see that his arrow was inserted into the man's left arm by mistake, and the blooming blood made the holy white robe even more dazzling.
The sturdy middle-aged man had a large black beard, a kind and gentle face, and resolute eyes. He held up his other right hand holding a 'curved short stick' to show that he had no ill intentions.
"Young man, your arrows are very accurate, but ordinary arrow misses cannot cause harm to these evil ghosts. If you want to eliminate these ghosts, you have to rely on this, watch!"
The man in white robes who was speaking waved the short stick in his right hand, and then pointed in a certain direction. The amazing short stick began to emit a dazzling white light, and another ghost who had just revealed his head was struck by the sudden holy light.
Hit and turned into ashes on the spot.
Only then did Edgar realize that he had actually hurt the unknown strong man who could save his life. The young hunter Ariel hurriedly pulled the small stone to a short distance in front of the man in white robe, knelt on the ground sincerely and lowered his head.
"Sir, I was ignorant and actually hurt you. Please forgive me and let me do something for you. I have trauma medicine here that can quickly heal arrow wounds."
Turs looked at the Ixtal hunter who was kneeling on the ground and apologizing to him, and he fell in love with the young man in front of him more and more, whether it was for his help to the little boy just now, his constant preparation to leave, or his recognition of his mistakes.
He admitted his mistake and begged for forgiveness. Even without mentioning his amazing shooting talent, the Ixtal hunter in front of him was worthy of becoming his companion just because of his character.
"Young man, don't blame yourself too much. No one can do the best in such a terrible disaster. You have already done an excellent job. This is why I am here."
Putting the Holy Stone Weapon Short Gun [Kitty] into the holster on his waist, Tours helped Edgar up with one hand, touched the little boy's messy hair, and wiped the little boy's tears.
"Sir, please allow me to make up for my irreparable mistakes."
Taking out the trauma ointment he mixed himself from the leather bag he was carrying, Edgar pointed to the missing arrow that had not yet been pulled out, and whispered guiltily.
"Thank you, 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. I don't know what, sir."
call?"
Hearing this, even the well-informed Tours felt a chill run down his spine. He could kill evil spirits and ghosts, but he couldn't easily create an antidote. It has to be said that from a combat perspective, Ah
Degas' talent seems to be beyond his imagination.
Injuring yourself by blind shooting is not something that ordinary people can do.
Perhaps only such people can contain the increasingly active black fog and allow the rigid sect to make some dynamic changes.
Having made a decision in his heart, the smile on Tours' face became more kind, making Edgar feel like he was in the spring breeze.
"Young man, I'm sorry to trouble you. My name is Tours. I come from an island in the east. I came here this time to try to contain the spreading black mist. Before I met you, I had already sent some people out of the black mist.
Now the black mist has expanded to the entire village. We can't stay any longer, otherwise there will be ghost things that I can't deal with. As for my wounds, we can wait until we are out of the black mist range to deal with them. I still
I can hold on."
After finalizing the next course of action, Edgar and Tours protected the silent little boy Hume and headed northwest to Wollaston Village. The difficult ghosts and evil spirits in the black mist came to him every time.
Anyone who comes forward will be killed by a blow from the short stick without any magical flavor in Turs's hand, which makes Edgar even more curious about the origin of the short stick.
After walking out of the gloomy black fog and following Tours to the temporary gathering place, Edgar looked at the fallen village and couldn't help but sigh. He threw his hunting bow on the ground and sat down with a skip.
Like Little Stone Hume, his parents have stayed inside forever. Compared with those terrible ghosts and evil spirits, the bow and arrow in his hand are too weak.
Tours, who had been paying attention to Edgar, had already treated the wound. He walked over and patted Edgar on the shoulder. Tours looked at the dark sky and spoke with a heavy voice.
Along the way, he has witnessed countless tragedies in which families were destroyed and people were killed. Edgar and Hume were lucky in this situation. In fact, most of the time, no one was left alive in the black mist.
The souls of all the dead will be swept back to that evil and terrifying island by the black mist, and become toys and nutrients for the evil spirits.
"If the spread of the black mist cannot be curbed, more innocent people will be harmed. I can see that you are a qualified warrior. I just don't know if you are willing to become one of us and use the weapons in your hands to
Weapons against the black fog's erosion of the world."
Edgar raised his head. Tours' bright blue eyes lit up a fire in his heart. Maybe it was for revenge, maybe it was to save others like Tours saved himself and Hume, or maybe it was true.
In order to fight against the evil black mist, Edgar opened his somewhat dry mouth.
"Tulsi, who are you? Where did the weapons that can hurt ghosts come from? And the language you spoke in the first place... I have never heard of it."
Taking out a flintlock-style holy stone weapon from his waist, Tours handed it directly to the stunned Edgar, making Edgar unable to react. Tours handed over such a precious thing to him.
in hands.
Stroking the white jade-like cold stone stick, Edgar was a little confused as to how on earth this thing without any magic power or firing device could emit white light.
"She is [Kitty], and Kitty is our [Light Sect] (or translated as: Sentinel Sect, the sentry sounds too shabby, so it is changed to the Light Sect here) deliberately to fight against the black mist.
A sacred stone weapon forged by the Holy Blacksmith. Every new member of the Illuminati Sect will receive a sacred stone weapon crafted by the Holy Blacksmith.
As for speaking language, that is the thought Hylia left us...
If we want to fight against the black mist and completely kill the monsters in the black mist, in addition to the holy stone weapons that can inspire the holy light, we must have enough courage and determination, and courage and determination are also the key to inspiring the holy stone weapons.
Young people, everyone who uses holy stone weapons will have an unforgettable pain..."
Having said this, Tours paused, and after confirming the determination in Edgar's eyes, the middle-aged man sat on the ground, adding a handful of dust to his dirty blood-colored white robe.
He knew that it was all worth it.
“Ever since the disaster caused by invaders on Blessed Island five hundred years ago, the land that once flowed with milk and honey has become a land of shadows filled with death and evil spirits. Our ancestors lost everything.
Fountain of Life, Tree Spirit of Life,
Some kind of evil curse that we cannot understand broke out in the fountain of life, and peace and comfort were forever far away from that land. Blessed Light Island became a place of disaster that bound countless souls and souls.
Fortunately, our ancestors survived that disaster relying on the Holy Stone. After experiencing countless sacrifices, the ancestors of the Light Sect passed down the method of fighting against the black fog and ghosts to this day, and built a secret stronghold on the most dangerous Shadow Island.
, so that we will not be killed in the black fog.
To this day, as descendants, we are still working diligently to maintain the original goals of the sect, trying to make the black fog of Shadow Island recede, revive Blessed 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 sect's current size is less than a hundred people, and more and more people have died on the road to fight against the black mist and evil. Not to mention, there are more people on Fuguang Island than the black mist.
Something even more terrifying is the fog monster staring at us..."
Taking a deep breath, Tours recalled the rumors about the soul-enchanting skeleton and couldn't help but shudder.
That evil skeleton is like a patient old hunter, who has been looking for traces of the sect's secret land for hundreds of years. If the sect's secret land did not operate using the knowledge of the Hylia Star Orbit Ceremony, every time
Changes will occur every moment. I am afraid that the secret vault of the sect has long been breached by the evil spirits controlled by the skeletons and slaughtered everyone.
"As you can see, if this continues, the Illuminati Sect will be completely annihilated in human civilization. Therefore, we have to seek changes and try to find some warriors outside who are suitable to join the sect in a more efficient way to increase the number of people.
Manpower, fight against the black mist that continues to grow stronger."
In response to Tours' serious gaze, Edgar tightened his grip on [Kitty],
If there was Kitty, would his parents, Hume's parents, and even the entire village not be harmed by the black mist?
His family has been torn apart, and his parents have stayed in the village forever. They may be captured by monsters in the black mist...
To this day, he has no choice but to take this path.
"Lord Turs, how do I join the Illuminati?"
Glancing at Edgar with relief, Tours whispered.
"It's very simple, use your determination and courage to fight evil and darkness to inspire Kitty to kill the ghost, and you will have passed the test."
