Chai Anping and Ezreal were having a good meal in a busy store when Vicola suddenly issued the highest level of alarm.
No matter which world you are in, restaurants with good reputations often have a bustling scene like a war.
Chai Anping and the others arrived early and got a good seat. The food was served quickly, so they could leisurely watch others vying for seats and queuing up.
But they were only half-full, and there were more guards on the street to drive away the crowd. They were tall and burly in bright silver armor, and they looked like elite soldiers.
“Everyone, return to your residence immediately!
Outsiders follow us to the shelter!”
Because an old wizard with a demigod level had foreseen the unexpected arrival in advance, Vikaula was left with precious time to respond.
…
On the broad river, a long and slender wooden boat rowed by, and the crystals on the wooden boat were brilliant and lit up in patches.
The glow is reflected on the river, and the swaying waves are beautiful.
Originally this was a grand scene in Weikaola at night, but at a certain moment, the melodious music and singing on the canoe suddenly stopped.
The human voice disappeared, and even the bow of the boat cutting through the water lost its sound.
In the middle of the river, the light emitted by the crystal was swallowed up.
A diamond-shaped crystal floating on the water suddenly released a dark and deep light, and then a tentacle-like black mist poked out from it.
The black mist intertwined with black and green is like wisps of cold flames. They are swallowing up the wooden boats and falling into the bottomless netherworld.
The strange cyan energy clings to the bodies of tourists and boatmen, instantly depriving them of their souls.
"Ding ding dong, ding ding dong——"
A ferocious grimace slowly emerged from the black mist. He was humming a low tune in his mouth. He stood on the water, the skull burning with green flames slightly raised, looking towards the bustling city, and then slowly
Showing a charming smile.
"Ah... sweet tragic tones!"
In an instant, countless black mist surged out, and even the river was swept away by the black mist.
The gate of the dead connecting to the Shadow Island slowly opens!
An extremely oppressive aura suddenly appeared above the heads of all mortals. Thresh was covered in green light, and then slowly rose into the sky. The huge black mist was like a rising air column, soaring into the sky behind him and blending into tonight's scene.
The dark night.
"what is that……?!"
Some pedestrians on their way home looked up at the sky, shocked and speechless.
But soon, all the doubts were answered.
With a humble smile, Thresh slowly spread his hands, the chains hung down, and the soul-drawing lamp bloomed with green light.
He fully enjoyed the sight of the strong men in the city.
Countless undead and monsters swarmed out of the black air column behind him, like a pair of slowly opening black wings covering the sky.
"Roar!!!"
The entire city was quickly covered by the shrill cries of the dead, and a large number of people were killed in just the blink of an eye.
Thresh used the Soul Lamp to cover his body, and disappeared into the air with just a swipe of his body. With this, he got rid of everyone's lock and hid in the black mist.
And on the entire southern continent, almost at the same time, three ferocious flowers of malice quietly bloomed.
One bloomed in the Python River Delta on the east coast, one bloomed in Vicoula, and the last one bloomed over the newly erected Sun Disk.
"Go for it!"
Foyego stood high in the sky, raising the King's Blade in his hand, his eyes melancholy but his momentum strong.
"Under the black mist, everything is scorched earth!"
"Go, take revenge on the world, take away everyone's lives, my will is God's will!"
Under his command, a steady stream of undead souls rushed into the huge whirlpool in the sky.
…
"Great Maokai, is this the slim hope for the future of the Shadow Isles?"
Yorick knelt under a twisted and huge tree, with a solemn expression and a hint of confusion: "The infatuated king wakes up, and we have no chance of victory."
Maokai looked at the whirlpool in the sky in silence for a long time. He slowly relaxed his tired body. The huge branches had the power to kill the undead.
He used to hate killing, but because of the ruined curse, he had been immersed in killing for a long time. But at a certain moment, he suddenly realized that his actions were not helpful, and the undead on this island were enough to fill the world.
Throughout the entire continent, no matter how many people he killed, they would not be able to match the increase in number.
So he worked hard to build a shelter on Shadow Island. Even if the shelter would eventually be broken, he could still gain a moment of tranquility.
Time has left obvious traces on his body. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the confused gravedigger.
"No matter what, this is a rare opportunity for you to leave the Shadow Isles."
He comforted Yorick with a gentle, low voice: "Perhaps in the outside world, we can see this black fog more clearly. Yorick, this is destined to be a protracted war."
"Yes, the great Maokai."
Yorick stood up, his burly body like a hill.
He is both cursed by the black mist and protected by the blessed water. In this black mist, he is as special as Maokai.
"In order to let the souls of the dead rest in peace, I still need to move forward."
Respectfully bidding farewell to Maokai, Yorick picked up the shovel he had obtained in the Twilight Brotherhood, bid farewell to the tamed souls around him, turned into a ball of black gas and flew high into the sky, mixing with countless ghosts and ghosts around him, and instantly reached another land.
land.
"This is...the Southern Continent."
In front of him, a towering circular stone plate was suspended high in the sky... monsters that emerged from the black mist were fighting with soldiers made of sand.
There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. This fresh and natural air was so fascinating!
One day, he will bring Fuguang Island back to life!
…
Powerful silver-white light curtains quickly rose from all over Vicora, and powerful warriors and mages wearing noble robes resolutely blocked the invasion of the undead.
The sharp whistle sounded throughout the city, and the well-trained soldiers suppressed the panic in their hearts and accelerated the progress of the task at hand.
"Everyone evacuates immediately! Anyone who dares to take the opportunity to cause trouble and disrupt order will be shot without mercy!"
Listening to the angry shouts outside, Ezreal felt a little uneasy, but after taking a look at Chai Anping, he suddenly felt at ease again.
"What are we going to do?"
He still doesn't know exactly what happened, but he only knows that it is a big deal.
But Chai Anping had already seen Thresh in the sky through magic and ghosts...
Originally, Foego's counterattack directly swept the entire world. Not only did he attack the southern continent, his main focus was on the two mortal countries of Demacia and Noxus!
Because the more dead souls there are, the stronger the black mist will be!
Demacia and Noxus have the largest population on the continent, even Ionia cannot compare.
In contrast, the Southern Continent is vast and sparsely populated, so it has no value at all in prioritizing attacks.
But Foego no longer wants to strengthen the body and resurrect the queen. He has a strong purpose and also wants to take revenge on the protoss, so he sets his sights on the southern continent.
The powerful undead on the Shadow Island were out in force. Karthus was silent and didn't know which teleport point to go to. Thresh arrived at Vikoala. Hecarim led his cavalry regiment and decided to advance from the Serpent River Delta all the way to the interior of the southern continent.
Foego looked down at the cold island and softly sang one of Queen Isulde's favorite songs.
The sad song echoed in the Shadow Isles, and even the Black Mist mourned it.
Deep in the island, a pair of charming peach-pink eyes suddenly opened. He had short silver-white hair, a delicate and beautiful face, and his exposed figure was extremely alluring.
But soon, strands of black mucus began to climb up from her feet, covering her body, and there seemed to be a sigh of regret in the air.
But soon, she started laughing, and the whole cave was instantly filled with some kind of terrifying spiritual power.
"Infatuated people are the most delicious."
His figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the cave on Shadow Island, disappearing without a trace...
Only Foego suddenly felt a little irritated, as if he sensed that this operation would not go smoothly.