People are pirates, opening the era of games

Few mortals could last long after being so close to the source.

I have to praise him for still maintaining his sanity. When a figure in a robe emerged from the darkness, he was still able to reach for his dagger.

I walked past the two of us.I looked a little haggard.

It doesn't matter.It will be finished soon.

Gulans looked at me suspiciously until I disappeared from sight, and then he slowly came to the man he recognized as his cousin.

"Hydrian, who are these people?" Gulans asked, and more mysterious figures appeared and disappeared. "I don't know any of them. Are they the allies you mentioned? From other families?"

I sighed.Top military minds often fail to face the facts before them, which disappoints me.

“They share the plight of our family,” I tried not to let my disdain leak out of my voice, “All of us are committed to overthrowing the usurper’s rule and regaining the royal power of the empire.

It's best if you don't know their names or what they look like. "

He scoffed. "Then how can we cooperate? What if-"

He lost his voice mid-sentence as we turned the last corner.

We stood on the edge of the Great Well of Souls, a shaft that plunged far deeper into the bedrock of Noxus than the fortress itself could contain.

Cold blues and suspicious greens merged into a billowing miasma that swirled far below, reflecting the three bridges that spanned the gorge.

Beneath the bridge, above the mad whirlpool, hung a huge, terrifying humanoid shadow that no Noxian could mistake.

A pair of lifeless armor is bound to be mentioned in every history book.

There are thousands of statues of it in the old city, all with their faces smashed off.

Gulansi took half a step back. "It's impossible..." he murmured, "No...it can't be..."

His voice trembled.

His eyes were filled with tears.I leaned close to his shoulder and whispered in his ear.

"Now, do you see the truth? The truth behind the great Noxian Empire? It has been so for hundreds of years, it has been so since the days of the late kings - there is no great leader without the permission of the Lady of the Immortal Citadel , the existence of an emperor or overlord.

There are many people working for her, but few are truly qualified. "

I gently pulled the lantern out of his trembling hands and led him away from the breathtaking scene and towards the corridor on the other side. A row of curtained niches were neatly arranged on one side.

"Swain must step down. Our Order is determined to achieve its goals, no matter the cost."

In a way, Gulans already knew what he was going to see without me opening the curtain.

It was the dismembered body of his cousin, Hydrian.The young man's expression was fixed in a maniacal smile of death, but at the same time there was a definite sense of peace.

“Your family was attacked by Branning Gullans during the coup.

Your father and his brothers lost everything they owned because they remained loyal to Brown Darkwill.Hydrian willingly gave his life for revenge.

Are you willing to bear this blood debt and join us? "

Gulansi slowly knelt down and looked up at me with another look.

"You. You are her. You are the Pale Lady."

He didn't move as the second pale lady appeared beside me.

We say with one voice, "I am everywhere. I am everyone. You only know what you need to know and see only what I let you see."

Jericho Swain isn't the only one who exaggerates his own legend.

A third pale lady stepped out from behind Gulans, then a fourth.

However, he was still facing me, with his head lowered.He undoubtedly understood.Without prompting from us, he noticed an empty niche next to his cousin.

"I will serve you with all my heart," he began, "with all my aristocratic blood, my lady. I will not sleep until the false Emperor Swain is wiped out."

This naive fool thought he would be the hero to end everything.

I let him indulge himself because it suited me.In fact, the goal this time was just to test the commander's alertness.

I drew the secret society's emblem in mid-air in front of Gulans's forehead, marking him as one of my own.

Anyone who can see the emblem will not interfere with the plot we are going to carry out next.

"Rise, proud son of Noxy. The oath is made. Together we will triumph, and your name will be praised as the savior of the Imperium."

"For us, Elise is not our biggest enemy."

Robin crossed his legs and encountered many things along the way following Aphelios, but he had not yet met anyone from the pirate world.

Blessed Light Island has now become Shadow Island, and there are also a series of powerful people on the island such as Spear of Vengeance, Centaur and Horse.

Among them, Kalista, the Spear of Vengeance, may still be able to communicate. She was a noble general and the niece of a king during her lifetime, but no one in their country remembered them.

She abided by the code of honor throughout her life and served the king and queen with supreme loyalty.

That king had many enemies, and when assassins came to assassinate him, it was only Kalista's vigilance that saved him.

But while saving the king, she also harmed the person he loved most - the assassin's blade was poisoned, and after being blocked by Kalista, she cut the queen's arm.

The king summoned the greatest priests and doctors, but no one could relieve the strange poison from the queen's body.

The grief-stricken king sent Kalista out to find the antidote, and Hecarim of the Iron Legion would guard the king in her place.

Kalista traveled thousands of miles to visit learned scholars, hermits, and mystics... but in vain.

Finally, she learned that there was a legendary island, hidden from the world by a shimmering pale mist. It was said that the residents of the island knew the secret of eternal life.

With her last hope, she set out on a long sea voyage to the legendary Blessed Island.

The guards of Hylia, the capital of the island, saw that Kalista's intentions were pure, and they cleared the fog to allow her to pass safely.

Kalista begged them to save the queen.

After careful consideration, Hylia's masters finally agreed to her request.Time is running out.

As long as the queen breathes, there is hope of using the magical water of life.

They gave Kalista a talisman that would allow her to return to Hylia without help, but they also warned her not to reveal the secret to anyone else.

However, when Kalista returned to the shores of her homeland, the queen was dead.

The king had fallen into madness and locked himself and the queen's bodies in a high tower.

When the king learned of Callista's return, he immediately asked her to report what he had discovered.

Kalista's heart was heavy. She had never let the king down, and this time she could only admit that the antidote she had found was of no avail.

The king did not want to believe this fact, so he accused Callista of cheating and treason.

Hecarim went to persuade her to lead them back to the Blessed Isles, so that her uncle could hear the truth from the masters.

Perhaps then he could find peace—at least accept the queen's death and allow the deceased to rest in peace.

Hesitantly, Callista agreed.

So the king led a fleet of clippers and sailed to Fuguang Island.When he saw the shining city of Hylia displaying its honor, he couldn't help but marvel in joy.

However, the masters were adamant and refused to allow them to pass.They insist that death is the end.To avoid death is to violate the natural order of things in the world.

The king became furious and ordered Kalista to kill anyone who stood in his way.

She refused to carry out the order and asked Hecarim for help...

But he drove his spear through her back.

The knights of the Iron Order joined him in betraying Kalista, and dozens of spears pierced her body as she fell.

A bloody riot broke out as all the warriors loyal to Kalista desperately tried to overthrow Hecarim and his knights, but their numbers were too great.

Kalista could only watch her warriors being killed as she lay dying. She swore with her last breath that she would pay with blood...

When Kalista opened her eyes again, her eyes were filled with strange dark magic power.

She didn't know what happened, but the former beauty of Hylia City had been completely distorted and reversed - the entire Blessed Light Island had become a dark place full of shadows, and the howling ghosts were cursed with eternal immortality.

Although she tried hard to retain fragments of the memories of Hecarim's betrayal, those memories gradually faded over the centuries, and now all that remains in Kalista's ravaged heart is a burning desire for vengeance. eager.

She has become a ghost, a figure in folk horror stories.People who have been betrayed often call her name.

Those poor ghosts will be absorbed into her soul, which is the price of calling her for revenge - becoming part of the Spear of Vengeance.

Kalista is a ghost full of revenge and resentment, an immortal spirit of revenge, and a nightmare summoned from the Shadow Island, specializing in hunting down treacherous people.

Victims of betrayal long for vengeance in blood and tears, but Kalista responds only to those willing to sacrifice their souls as a price.

Being targeted by Kalista should end any wish, for the Deathstalker has only one way to end her oath, and that's with the cold fire of her soul's javelin.

Aphelios reached out and made several gestures on Robin's palm.

'So, who should we be paying attention to? '

"Hecarim and Soulchain Warden Thresh."

At this time, Foyego has not yet been liberated. Once he is released, the consequences will be worse than imagined.

People have long forgotten the Iron Lady Calista.

The Iron Sword Lady stood among the ashes of her home. All the people and objects she cared about had disappeared, and her heart was filled with endless sadness... and hatred.

Hatred is her only motivation to live now.

His face appeared before her eyes again, his smile as he gave orders.He was supposed to be everyone's protector, but he broke his oath.

Her family was not the only victim of this traitor.

She wanted to hunt him down so badly.Her only wish was to insert her iron sword deeply into his chest and watch his eyes gradually dim...

But she knew she could never get close to him.There were people around him to protect him day and night, but she was left to fight alone.She would never be able to get through his wall of defense and reach him.Such a death is meaningless.

She gasped, realizing that she was about to embark on a road of no return.

A crude doll made of sticks and balls of string lay on the fire-scorched dresser.The doll's body was wrapped in a rag, torn from the traitor's cloak.

She had to pry open her late husband's fingers to pull out the rag.

There was also a hammer and three rusty nails on the dresser.

She picked up these things and walked to the door.

The door panel was gone, having been smashed to pieces during the attack.Outside the door frame, the hazy moonlight reflected the messy scorched earth.

The Iron Sword Lady reached out and pressed the puppet to the top beam of the door frame.

"Please hear my prayer, Nemesis." She whispered, her trembling voice unable to cover the anger in her heart.

"On the other side of the curtain of life and death, please listen to my appeal. Please show up and deliver justice."

She took the hammer and the first nail.

"Call the name of a traitor,"

she said, before saying his name out loud.At the same time, insert the tip of the first nail into the puppet's chest.She only hit it once with the hammer, and the nails penetrated deeply into the beam, nailing the doll firmly to the door frame.

The Iron Sword Lady trembled.A chill spread across the room.Maybe this is just her imagination?

"Call the traitor's name twice,"

She spoke the traitor's name a second time, driving the second nail next to the first.

Her gaze shifted downwards, suddenly shaking in surprise.

A dark figure stood in the moonlight, about 100 meters away.The figure remained motionless.The Iron Sword Lady's breathing became rapid, and she turned her attention back to the unfinished ritual.

"Call the traitor's name three times,"

She drove the final nail in by naming the man who murdered her husband's children again.

A vengeful spirit from ancient times appeared in front of her, occupying all the space at the door. The Iron Sword Lady staggered back, breathing heavily involuntarily.

This alien spirit is wearing ancient armor, and her translucent skin emits a dark fluorescence.The black mist around her undulated like a living veil.

With the harsh sound of metal scraping, the ghost pulled forward the spear that protruded from the center of the breastplate. This was the ancient weapon that killed her.

She threw the spear in front of the Iron Sword Lady.They said nothing;

Silence is better than sound at this moment.The Iron Sword Lady knew what kind of invitation was in front of her.

revenge!She also knew the price: her soul.

The ghost stared at her, her face expressionless, her eyes burning with unyielding cold anger, watching the Iron Sword Lady pick up the traitor's weapon.

"I swear to devote myself to revenge," the Iron Sword Lady said in a trembling voice.

She turned the tip of the spear and pointed it at her heart, "I swear to sacrifice my blood and soul."

She paused.If her husband was alive in heaven, he would definitely beg her not to embark on this road.