On a bright evening, the red sunset covered half of the sky, and the few sparse clouds looked extremely high, and they looked like blood about to fall from the sky.
A rare quicksand broke out in Shurima. As far as the eye could see, thousands of miles of flowing sand converged into a sweeping river, and everything from rocks to fleeing sand wolves were sucked into it.
Above the quicksand, there is a raging sandstorm, with a clear gap between it and the towering sky. It looks like a terrifying giant beast galloping on the ground.
On the Gobi Desert where no one can survive, sandstorms and quicksand collided with the black mist in a decisive manner.
Unprecedented energy exploded, and then the turbid yellow sand and black mist merged fiercely, and the two mixed together to set off a terrifying storm.
The huge swirling tornado shot straight into the sky, and the ghosts that were rolled up were directly pierced into pieces by the fine gravel, and the wailing sound instantly spread across the entire land.
Ramos ignored the undead walking through the black mist. His spinning body plunged into the darkness, and his body emitted a misty white light to isolate the curse of the black mist.
Soon, he locked the target——
That evil spirit in the form of a centaur is covered in blood and tramples on life wantonly!
"Want to compete with the Dragon Turtle in speed?" He sighed leisurely, his mood neither angry nor sad.
He comes with his own mission!
The dragon turtle's huge body cut through the darkness and suddenly hit the men and horses. Hecarim did not escape as he expected, so the collision came much earlier.
Although it didn't allow Ramos to reach the fastest speed, it was enough for him!
"Boom!"
The steel collided with the hard back armor, and the rotating sharp thorn caught the blade, and then pressed down hard with unparalleled speed.
Hecarim roared repeatedly, but his strong arms were bent bit by bit.
The wind and sand hit my face.
The ground hundreds of meters below Hecarim's horse's hooves exploded in an arc-shaped shock wave, and even his two front hooves had to kneel down to offset the huge momentum.
But the dragon turtle still rotated and ran over the armor on his body, leaving dozens of ferocious penetrating wounds.
"clang!"
Rammus fell to the ground with a crash, leaving scars on Hecarim that even the undead could not bear.
"I suggest you run away for your life. Of course... you are not the blue hedgehog. You should not be able to run away from me."
The Dragon Turtle's voice sounded a bit deep and honest, but the superiority and mystery derived from his bloodline made Hecarim furious. His heart was violent and sensitive, and becoming an undead did not make him feel deeply honored and sensitive.
The source is essentially humility and despair.
Only blood and bones can bring him short-term happiness.
But now, Rammus knew it intentionally or unintentionally, but his words directly hit Hecarim's heart.
"The spirit of fear!"
He angrily thrust his left hand into the black mist, and countless energy quickly poured into his body from all around, making the blue flames in his body become more and more powerful.
A strange will-o'-the-wisp emerged under the iron hooves.
"Come again, you desert bug!"
Since then, one ghost and one beast have started an extremely fierce fight. Rammus seems to never tire of it, and Hecarim has also gained terrifying recovery capabilities by relying on the black mist that has expanded countless times.
So Ramos gradually stopped smiling and began to try to kill Hecarim again and again.
——Use one miracle to cover another miracle!
Strictly speaking, he has something to do with "Eternal Movement", the avenue controlled by Naga Kapoulos, but just a little favor from this law makes him so powerful.
It's a pity that even a truly gifted person like Illaoi can't really rely on that power to kill the undead in the soul-eating night. They seem to be permanently preserved on that cursed island.
Once the file is saved in a certain state and dies, the file will be read and reconstructed mechanically.
Hecarim died countless times, and then returned from wandering in the black mist.
The two strong men who were born with rapidity completely forgot about their own specialties at this time, and both just wanted to use the strongest attacks to destroy each other.
Ramos noticed the shrinkage of the black mist, so he wiped the blood from the armor on his chest and laughed silently.
The sky full of yellow sand is gradually taking back its own land.
"You deserve to die, monster." He stabbed the sharp thorn into Hecarim's head indifferently, and at the same time used his hard back to block the sword's slash again.
With a "clang" sound, the sharp sword struck out dark sparks, which were then annihilated.
Hecarim's furious and crazy voice echoed under the armor, and finally fell silent under Rammus' gaze...
No one knows whether he will wake up next time.
…
Deep in the desert, there is a small temple far away from any caravan routes.
It took Karsus a long time to find this place. He stepped on the hot gravel with his bare feet, escaped from the black mist, and came here following the orders of the Ruined King and following the most authentic guidance of death.
On the way, he had heard many legends and songs, and knew who he was looking for.
He felt genuinely happy and at peace.
Although his appearance is still ferocious and terrifying, at this moment, he has indeed escaped the negative side of death.
The main entrance of the temple was empty, and the wind and sand could blow directly in, so it looked a bit dilapidated. In the center of the temple was a statue with a vague face. Karsus looked at it for a few times after walking up the steps, but he could not tell which god it was from the clothing.
.
With his arrival, this small temple was inevitably occupied by the breath of death, and the desert sun seemed unable to drive away this coldness.
Although he had no ill intentions, he still stopped and wanted to tell the only worshiper in this temple that he had no ill intentions.
"Compared to the black fog that swept across the continent, your actions prevented you from dying again."
In the stone room on one side, a burly man with the head of a dog and the body of a dog came out. He was only wearing a shabby gray robe, and his strong muscles were vaguely visible.
"You must be the 'God of Death' that Shurima once respected?" Karsus said happily: "In the ancient legends, the black dog or wolf has a greater symbolic meaning. The appearance you inherited seems to make
The legend became reality."
Nasus was startled when he heard this. He had been trying to figure out the purpose of the uninvited guest, but he didn't expect that he would comment on his appearance first.
"I am Karthus from the Shadow Isles."
Death Song stretched out his skinny palm and said piously: "I hope to get the true meaning of 'death' from you."
After a moment, Nasus stretched out his strong arm, and his mouth opened to reveal his fangs:
"I am Nasus. The temple is very small. I hope you don't mind."