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He would beg her not to suffer soul damnation for their deaths.At this moment, doubt and hesitation tortured her.And the ghost is still watching.

The Iron Sword Lady closed her eyes slightly, and she thought of her late husband lying on the ground, with countless sword wounds and ax marks on his body.

She thought again of her children, all lying flat on the ground, and then her heart turned to solid rock and her hands tightened around the spear.

"Please help me," she begged, now determined. "Kill him for me."

She suddenly thrust the spear into her chest and pushed it as deep as she could.

The Iron Sword Lady fell to her knees, her eyes widening.She tried hard to speak, but all that came out of her mouth was blood foam.

The ghostly figure watched her slowly die, still expressionless.

As the last drop of blood drained from her body, the remnant soul of the Iron Sword Lady crawled to her feet.

She looked at her disembodied hands in surprise, and then looked at her dead body and the blood on the ground.

Remnant Soul's expression became serious, and a spiritual iron sword appeared in her hand.

A ethereal tie appeared, shining with extremely weak light, connecting the reborn soul with the summoned spirit of revenge.

Through the bond between them, Lady Iron Sword saw different spirits of revenge. She seemed to be able to see the noble warrior she once was, tall and proud.

Confident but not arrogant, a natural leader and a natural soldier.Such a commander is one for whom Lady Iron Sword is willing to fight bloody battles.

Under the wrath of the ghost, the Iron Sword Lady also felt her empathy.

They also suffer from the pain of betrayal.

"Your revenge is our revenge," said Kalista, Spear of Vengeance.

Her voice was dark and cold. "We will become one and embark on the road of revenge together."

The Iron Sword Lady nodded.

Then, the spirit of revenge and the remnants of the Iron Sword Lady walked into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

"Traitors, oathbreakers, and traitors, I hate them all!"

The sailing ship sails on a storm-tossed sea.

Aphelios stayed aside quietly, diligently wiping the moonstone weapon.

Robin drew a portrait of Hecarim, because Aphelios had neither met nor seen him.

In order to prevent the situation of "recognizing an enemy as a friend" after landing on Shadow Island, Robin wanted to get vaccinated in advance.

Hecarim was born in a country long since destroyed. He was once a lieutenant of the Iron Order, a brotherhood of knights loyal to the defense of the king's territory.

As Hecarim rode his tall warhorse to victory after victory, the commanders of the Iron Legion saw in him the potential of a successor... but also saw the growing darkness.

His obsession with merit was eroding his sense of honor, and the Order's commander finally realized that the young lieutenant could never become their leader.

When told of this, Hecarim was furious.

But he swallowed his breath and returned to his post.

When the Iron Legion set foot on the battlefield again, the commander was surrounded by the enemy and cut off from the main force.Hecarim realized his opportunity had come.

He galloped back, abandoning his commander.After the battle, the Iron Legion were left in the dark. They knelt on the blood-stained ground and swore to follow their new leader, Hecarim.

Hecarim came to the capital to take his oath of office, where he met the king's most trusted general, Kalista.

She saw Hecarim's bravery and leadership, so when the queen was injured by the assassin's poison blade, Kalista was happy that the Iron Legion could stay with the king, allowing her to go out to find the antidote.

The king's obsession began to become extreme. Some people wanted to persuade him that the queen would die and mourn for her, but the king was furious. He ordered the Iron Regiment to eliminate the disobedient voices from all over the country.

The Iron Order thus gained a fearsome reputation as ruthless enforcers of the King's will.Towns and villages were burned.

Hundreds of people were executed on the spot.

Disaster is coming and there is no way to avoid it.

After the queen's death, Hecarim used lies and lies to turn the king's sorrow into hatred, and thus obtained the king's permission to lead the Iron Legion on an expedition to lands beyond their borders.

He wants to avenge her death, and at the same time gain more dark prestige for himself.

Just before he set off, Callista returned.She found what she was looking for on the remote Blessed Isles—but now it's too late.The king did not want to believe this fact and imprisoned Callista for treason.

After Hecarim heard about the Blessed Isles, he became evil and visited Kalista in prison.The two talked about the pale mist that protected the island from outside invasion...

He also talked about the huge wealth of the islanders and the legendary water of life.

Hecarim knew that only Kalista could lead them there, so he tried his best to persuade her and led the king's fleet through the curtain of magic to the Blessed Isles, which was hidden from mortal sight.

They landed at Hylia City and solemnly carried the queen's body forward.

The Iron Group cleared the way ahead and encountered only the masters of this city.Now they are no longer willing to help.

The king was furious and ordered Kalista to kill them, but she refused to carry out the order, so Hecarim made a fateful choice that would damn him forever.

He pierced Callista's back with a spear, and then ordered his knights to sack the city and plunder the treasure house.

In the chaos, a lowly custodian agreed to take the king to find the Water of Life - but even this failed to distract Hecarim from his bloodthirsty orgy, and the destruction of the Blessed Isles ensued. The curse caught him off guard.

A shockwave of magic swept through Hylia, destroying all buildings and leaving their remains suspended in scorching light.

What follows is black mist, a hurricane that overwhelms the rivers and seas, and any living thing it touches will be embraced into its roaring and rolling arms.Hecarim tried to rally the Iron Legion, hoping to return to their ships, but the mist claimed the fleeing knights one by one.

Hecarim was left alone, and remained arrogant until the end, when the shadows finally claimed the Knight Master.

He and his mount were fused into a grotesque ghostly evil spirit, which was a reflection of Hecarim's inner darkness - an arrogant creature full of rage and malice, one with the black mist, and at the same time completely black. Slaves of the fog.

Eternally imprisoned on the Shadow Isles, Hecarim has existed for hundreds of years in a grotesque recreation of his former self, driven by a curse to patrol the lands he once sought to conquer.

Whenever the black mist spreads beyond their shores, he and the Iron Legion's ghostly army would ride out, slaughtering the living and recalling their long-gone glory.

Waves mixed with ice hit the desolate coast, and bright red blood gurgled from the corpse under Hecarim's butcher knife.

The mortals waiting to be slaughtered were retreating in terror towards the coast.The black rain soaked them, and the storm clouds rolled under the mourning of the Island Heart.He heard them shouting something to each other, which seemed to be some kind of tactical code that he couldn't understand, but the meaning was obvious.

They thought they had a chance of getting back to the ship alive.

Indeed, they know some tactics.Their movements were uniform, and their shield formations were interlocked.But they were mortals after all, and their flesh-smelling fear made Hecarim drip with nectar.

He circled around them, walking over broken wreckage and a shadowy mist rising from the white sand, covering his whereabouts.

His iron hooves trampled on the black rock, sparks bursting out, and echoing with thunderous sounds, each sound eroding their courage.

He stared at these mortals through the slits of his helmet and visor, their poor souls shining with faint spiritual light through their bodies.

The soul's disgust for him was as strong as his desire for the soul.

"No one survives," he said.

His voice was muffled in his helmet, like the death cry of a hanged man.

The sound made their hair stand on end, like a dull knife scraping at their nerves.

He drank in their fear and watched with a smile as one man dropped his shield and ran in despair towards the ship on the shore.

He roared, jumped out from the overgrown ruins, lowered the barbed halberd in his hand slightly, and felt the ancient and familiar charge.

A memory flashed in its mind. He led a silver cavalry regiment to lead the way, with supreme glory.

The memory faded, and the man had reached the dark breakwater shoal and looked back.

"Please! No!" he shouted.

Hecarim's strike was like a thunderbolt, splitting him directly from his collarbone to his lower abdomen.The black blade of his halberd pulsed under the bath of blood.

This fragile mortal soul wants to fly to freedom, and the hungry black mist will not let go of any soul.

Hecarim watched as his soul was twisted and blackened, becoming a dark reflection of his former self.

Hecarim drew strength from the island's magic, and a commotion arose on the blood-stained beach. A group of dark knights in shining armor emerged from the water.

Their ancient armors shone with a strange cold light, and the black swords in their hands shone with the edge of shadow.

Hecarim felt that he should know these horsemen.They had been his men, and still did his bidding, but he had no memory of them.

He turned back to the mortals on the beach.He broke out of the black mist, allowing these mortals to see his true form clearly for the first time, and reveled in their fear.

His burly body is a terrifying fusion of man and horse, an indestructible monster composed of invulnerable iron armor.

The black plate armor on his body was engraved with some words, but he could only vaguely remember the specific meaning.

Behind the visor, there is a burning spiritual fire. The soul inside is already cold and dead, but at the same time it is vicious and vivid.

Forked lightning tore through the sky, and Hecarim raised his hooves and stood tall.

He lowered his blood-stained halberd slightly and led the knights behind him to charge together, throwing up large pieces of blood-soaked sand and bone fragments behind him.

The mortals screamed and raised their shields, but the Ghost Riders' charge was unstoppable.Hecarim rode in front, slashing left and right with his halberd, killing people with every blow.

The Ghost Knights trampled everything in front of them, killing wantonly and running rampant with the roaring iron hooves.

Mortals were left with flesh and blood everywhere, broken bones and tendons, and their souls drifted out from their broken bodies. They were immediately imprisoned in a state of immortality by the cruel magic of the ruined king.

The souls of the dead surround Hecarim, for it was he who gave them death.

And Hecarim was immersed in the ecstasy of battle.He ignored the howling resentful souls around him.

He has no interest in enslaving them.Leave this trivial act of cruelty to the Soul Lock Warden.

All Hecarim cared about was killing.

The ruthless blade is invincible wherever it goes.

Under the iron hooves of fear, all life was in ruins. Hecarim was a fusion of man and beast. The curse made him run wild for eternity, when the Blessed Isles fell into shadow.

The proud knight disintegrated under the destructive energy of the Ruined Curse.

"I wonder if there are any survivors on Blessed Light Island?"

Aphelios wrote this brief sentence with paper and pen.

Robin's answer is yes, it is the Soul Shepherd-Yorick.

Yorick's order has long been forgotten by the world, and he has become the last survivor.

It cannot be said to be a curse or a blessing, but he has the ability to control the dead.The only people trapped on the Shadow Island with him were the corpses that were gradually decaying, and the undead spirits that he had led to him, screaming all day long.

Hidden beneath Yorick's strange demeanor is his determined vision: to liberate his homeland from the shadow of the Ruined Curse.

As early as his childhood, Yorick had never experienced the life of an ordinary person.

Born in a fishing village on the edge of Fukushima Island, he has always struggled to find acceptance and acceptance.

While most kids his age were playing hide-and-seek, young Yorick began to make friends with a different kind of friend—the souls of the dead who were still alive.

At first, Yorick's ghostly eyes frightened him.

Whenever someone dies in the village, Yorick will stay up all night, waiting for the new visitor to cry heartbreakingly.

He didn't understand why he was the subject of haunting spirits, nor why his parents insisted that the spirits he saw were nothing more than nightmares.

Gradually, he began to understand that those spirits did not want to harm him.

They are simply lost and need help finding their way to the other side.

Because Yorick is the only one who can see these souls, he takes the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of guide, accompanying them on their final journey and facing the fate that awaits them on the other side of eternity.

The task is a mixed bag.

Yorick finds that he enjoys the company of ghosts, but every time he sends a friend away to his final resting place, it means farewell forever.

To the dead, he is a savior, but to the living, he is a savior that people avoid.

The villagers saw Yorick as just a little boy talking to the air.

Word of Yorick's yin and yang eye soon spread throughout his village, and the few monks who lived in the center of Blessed Island were very curious when they learned about it.

They sent a team of emissaries to Yorick's island because they believed Yorick could be a tool of their faith.

Yorick readily agreed to travel to their monastery, where he learned the ways of the Twilight Brotherhood and the true meaning of their attire.