The sudden attack of the black mist immediately plunged the southern continent into danger, especially the delta on the east coast. The coast currents here are complicated and ships are easily stranded. Therefore, there are no big seaports at all, only some scattered fishermen from tribes. Accordingly,
The defensive strength is also weaker.
Hecarim went on a bloody charge, and within half an hour the entire coast was covered in blood.
There was no one left alive in their hands. No matter men, women, old or young, they were all killed and became the nourishment of the black mist!
Ixtal has been closed since ancient times. Although they have noticed the crisis in the north of the country, they still turn a blind eye. As long as it does not threaten themselves, they are more interested in being observers.
Hecarim seemed to be aware of the audience in the jungle, so his laughter became more and more unruly and wanton.
He carried a human head and wandered around the edge of Ixtal's border, his horse's hooves furious, trying to provoke the wrath of these natural spirits.
In this way, he would have an honest reason to attack Ixtal, otherwise even he would not dare to disobey Foego's order.
When he was a human being, he dared to deceive others, but as a ghost, he became even more unable to resist the king of black mist.
The people of Ixtal still treated him coldly and ignored his provocation.
After a moment, Hecarim turned around angrily and led the cavalry regiment towards the next target.
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Karsus walked out of the teleportation pillar, his skinny feet firmly touching the ground.
Since transforming into an undead body, this is the first time that he has humbly fallen from the sky again.
The withered skin adhered to the bones, touching the ground, and feeling the sharpness of the stone. Suddenly, he was moved - life is not completely without beauty.
He did not join the ranks of the massacre. If he had wanted to, it might only take one requiem to turn the entire East Coast into a ghost.
But this is not the true meaning of death, let alone the quiet beauty of death.
He turned his back on the screams of mortals and walked towards the desert step by step.
As for where to go, he believes that death will give him guidance!
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Vicora is a city where strong people gather. Although the Shurima people are no longer as powerful as the winds and sands of the past, the entire continent can still breed many strong people.
At the highest level of Wekaura, there is first the mage tower built by the "Prophet Wizard". The stone tower is built in the center of the city and houses four mage who have perfected their magic power and are equivalent to the level of demigod.
In addition, there are hundreds of natural mages with different abilities.
Most of the troops here will take at least level 3 to 4 body refining potions, which are the legacy of the Shurima Empire, and powerful warriors may even take potions of level 6 or above.
Although it is not as good as Chai Anping's body-refining potion for the God's reserve forces, it is more terrifying because it can cover a large-scale army.
In the entire military system, there are six strong men in Vikoula who are comparable to the Captain of Ten Thousands. They can be called "pseudo gods". Most of them have inherited the superb skills of the Shurima gods and are members of a certain lineage.
The facade figure.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the entire city is a heavily guarded town, but even such a powerful force still seems somewhat powerless under the sudden attack of Soul-eating Night.
The most powerful Thresh is still alive, but those monsters that can be reborn infinitely are enough to give them a drink!
More importantly, the difference in numbers between the two sides is huge, and they simply cannot prevent the undead from massacring civilians!
Once a large number of civilians die, the black mist becomes even more terrifying. Even the demigods are exhausted, but the continuous offensive of the black mist is vaguely despairing.
The undead were destroyed in pieces under the terrifying magic, but soon flew out of the air column.
Thresh suddenly appeared behind a mage amid a burst of sinister laughter. He threw out his sharp hook and scythe and instantly penetrated the young mage's chest.
He dragged the chain, tore out the young mage's soul entirely, and then swallowed it greedily.
"tasty!"
With careful selection, he can always find a satisfactory target.
While hunting, he also kept a close eye on those powerful demigods who were making big moves, ready to take action at any time to weaken Vikoula's high-end combat power.
In the originally bustling store, only Chai Anping and Ezreal were still sitting at their seats.
After Chai Anping snapped his fingers and disappeared the traces of the two of them, no one paid attention to their whereabouts.
Chai Anping finished the food on the table in two or three bites while paying attention to the sudden outbreak of war.
It's not that he doesn't want to help, the problem is that this sudden invasion has exceeded everyone's expectations. He doesn't know the specific extent of the disaster and how fast the protoss support will be...
Once he is exposed under Mount Targon, he probably won't have to think about surviving in the Southern Continent, and there's no telling whether he can even escape.
Of course, if he knew that a total of three places had erupted at the same time, he might change his mind.
So now he has to restrain himself from taking action.
He had no idea for a moment. He couldn't bear to watch the civilians being slaughtered by the undead, but he couldn't really help.
If he doesn't use the source of anger, a single invincible Xingyi warrior will be of no help to Vikaola!
Ezreal asked Chai Anping again about his plans, and it seemed that he wanted to go out and help.
"If you want to help, go and I will protect you at any time."
Chai Anping dispersed the magic that enveloped Ezreal, but still left a trace of it on him so that he could observe his condition at any time.
Ezreal stood up without hesitation and rushed out the door in a hurry.
Chai Anping looked at Xiao Huangmao's leaving figure with a somewhat complicated expression, but then he narrowed his eyes slightly and began to focus on feeling the situation in the entire city through his magic power.
At the same time, he was also paying attention to whether there were any stars appearing in the sky.
After an initial strong period, Vikaola's offensive and defensive posture gradually declined.
If they were fighting against normal beasts and armies, it would be impossible for these soldiers who had taken the body-refining potion to fight for two days and two nights, but under the soul-eating night, their energy was quickly worn away, and they saw that the battle line was about to collapse towards the inner city.
Once it collapses, a large number of civilians will be massacred.
But travelers in the city who did not belong to the official Weikaula stood up. Among them were demi-humans with animal parts, ronin holding long swords, and mages wearing robes and holding wands. They spontaneously blocked part of the ghost.
The impact greatly relieved the pressure on the front.
It is worth mentioning that because Ixtar is in the Southern Continent, there are a very large number of demi-humans in the Southern Continent, and a considerable number of them also master elemental magic and natural magic.
Dali and Zyra are both from this city-state, and their fighting prowess is quite impressive.
Xiao Huangmao was also one of them at this time. The handsome Picheng guy jumped around the room, shooting out streaks of white light from his left hand.
It is the secret spell energy spurred by the tears of the goddess, and the source of energy comes from the user's soul.
At the same time, the holder can also perform short-distance space jumps. The principle is based on some arcane theory, but it will also consume the user's energy.
In other words - Xiao Huangmao's ability does not last long.
However, his shooting skills are good, and he can basically kill an evil spirit with every spell.
As expected of QDC!
Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, Black Mist and Thresh suddenly took action on the battlefield.
First, a group of solid black mist entangled a demigod-level strongman holding two swords. The terrifying green light penetrated through the black mist like a sharp blade and penetrated his head.
"Zi——"
In the blink of an eye, three diamond-shaped crystals floated in front of his head, looking like the mark of a crown.
His eyes quickly radiated green light, and after a short and rapid scream, he slashed at the companion who came to help, almost disemboweling the man.
"Chuck!?"
The visitor looked at him in disbelief.
But Chuck, who had been controlled by the Ruined King, didn't care who was in front of him, and the two swords sharply rolled towards his former companions.
You must know that the Destruction King's ability to control others makes it difficult for even the Apocalypse of Ionia to break free, let alone these warriors.
It was at this moment that Thresh's insidious hook came in an instant.
Because this was the first time he had intervened in a high-end battlefield, and it was also the first time Black Mist had shown such characteristics, the people in Vikoula had no time to react.
The cold sickle pierced the chest of the demigod warrior, and blood spurted out.
Two long knives arrived again and directly divided his body into three sections!
"Akti!!!"
Seeing this scene, the masters of Vikora side cried out in sorrow, but they could only watch helplessly as Thresh drew out Akti's soul, stuffed it into his lantern, and became one of his many collections.
One and the other waxed and waned, and everyone was afraid of the pollution ability shown by the black mist, and the situation almost instantly lost balance.
Thresh, on the other hand, dangled the blood-stained hook sickle in his hand, smiled gloomily again and disappeared from everyone's sight.