The Glory of Noxus.

The clouds gather again and the ghost spirit rises again.

Huo Jixing listened to the mournful cries and cries around him, and stared at the dark mist-filled battlefield in front of him.

He saw the dead ghosts resurrect and the bones and skeletons rising again, and he immediately understood the worry in Drizzt's tone.

This is Soul Eating Night!

The boundless black mist turned into a kingdom of death, and even the dead undead creatures revived under the influence of the black mist.

As the black mist surged, the fire patterns surrounding the tavern became brighter and brighter.

It reflects the scene of Drizzt, Graves and others rushing to kill undead creatures.

Since solving the Ghost Mistress.

Huo Jixing stood quietly on the roof of the tavern, his red-gold eyes staring at the increasingly restless black fog.

Under the calm look, many emotions emerged in his heart.

After observation, he found that Bilgewater seemed to have fallen into the Soul-eating Night and became the hunting ground of the Shadow Island.

Even with the protection of Naga Kapoulos, absolute safety may not be guaranteed.

On the battlefield directly ahead, Drizzt and Graves were fighting hard.

The dull shotgun blasted apart bones and skeletons and the walking dead, and the hot witchcraft flames burned the ghosts and souls.

In addition, there were the cooperation of Yosip and the soldiers of Reese's garrison beside him.

Together they resist the invasion of undead creatures and protect this rare pure land.

Although their killings are just a drop in the ocean to the undead creatures in the black mist.

But it is to maintain a balanced situation near the tavern.

Huo Jixing was always paying attention to the changes around the tavern, and his expression was unhurried.

If he could survive this soul-eating night safely, he would definitely not provoke those terrifying beings in Shadow Island for nothing.

Boom! Boom!

While Huo Jixing was thinking, there was a roar that echoed through the sky near the upper city area behind.

Turning around and looking around, he saw a blazing light blooming faintly in the thick black fog.

"Is this an artillery piece?"

Bilgewater, Uptown.

On the edge of the cliff where many ancient stone roads were connected, a huge cave suddenly appeared.

The hooded figure stopped in front of the cave entrance, looking deeply into the thick black mist rolling in from the distance.

Even the solid stone roads are slowly disappearing under its erosion.

In this silent atmosphere, the green will-o'-the-wisp lights up, like ghostly lanterns, tracing the breath of the living.

Accompanying the invasion of will-o'-the-wisps, shrill and mournful howls came one after another, stimulating people's nerves.

The hooded figure seemed to have been accustomed to all this, and he slowly raised the sacred pistol in his hand.

Two gorgeous sacred pistols made with special methods reflected the hard face of the hooded figure.

The surface of Guanghua's sacred gun body is engraved with silver lines and glows with a mysterious light, making it impossible to look away.

Hearing the howling of the ghost that was getting closer, Lucian raised the relic pistol with a cold expression and aimed at the black mist.

[Holy Light Silver Bullet]!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

As Lu Xi pulled the trigger, the bright silver light cut through the black fog, like a sharp sword blade, hitting the undead creatures pouring out.

Each ray of silver light falls on the body of the undead creature with incomparable accuracy.

Whether it is a ghost, a ghost, or a skeleton, they are so fragile in front of the silver light.

They were destroyed in pieces in the death zone intertwined with silver light, turning into bursts of black smoke and dissipating.

Even the thick black mist cannot save their lives.

Lu Xian was focused, not daring to relax at all, and continued to aim at the black mist ahead.

The sacred pistol in his hand is like the holy light descending into the world, purifying a clean holy land.

When the black fog dissipates.

Lucian's forward pace did not stop, but moved forward boldly.

He seemed to want to use his own strength to stop the billowing black mist.

Suddenly.

Lucian's eyes narrowed.

Behind the ghost, he saw a heavily armored knight wearing armor and riding a will-o'-the-wisp horse.

The aura of death surrounding this heavily armored knight would have been much stronger if it hadn't been for the ghosts.

Dread Knight.

The undead creatures in the Shadow Island exist to protect the island.

Rumor has it that the Dread Knight once belonged to the Knights of Hecarim, the Shadow of War.

He was brave and fearless in life, but after death he turned into an undead spirit, continuing to trample on the living and rob and kill ghosts.

The fearful knight in front of him sensed the threat posed by Lucian and let out an angry roar. The ghost horse he stepped on also spit out green flames.

I saw the Dread Knight holding up his heavy lance, pressing it against his belly, pointing at Lucian from afar, trying to pierce him.

With the sound of hoofbeats, the ghost horse rushed towards Lucian carrying the Dread Knight.

Facing the menacing charge of the Dread Knight, Lucian stepped forward without any panic.

He ignored the sharp heavy lance raised high, raised the relic pistol in his hand, and aimed at the Dread Knight.

[Penetrating Holy Light]!

Bang!Bang!

Amidst the crisp sound of gunfire, two sacred pistols shot out an almost solid penetrating brilliance.

The brilliance was as holy as silver, instantly piercing through the ghost at the front, and continued to rush toward the ghost at the back without losing any momentum.

From a distance, it looked like a silver spear piercing through the black fog and hitting the charging Dread Knight.

Under the silver light, the Dread Knight and its ghost horse melted away, leaving only a straight silver zone.

【Hot and Fierce Bullets】!

Lucian attacks like a wave, firing a bullet that explodes on contact with an enemy or reaches maximum range.

All of a sudden!

The bright light was like a burning white flame, burning away the incoming black fog and seeing the ghosts and ghosts crowding around.

Lucian quickly raised his hand and pointed the muzzle of the relic pistol at the undead creatures accurately.

With every gunshot, an undead creature will be destroyed.

Under Lucian's precise killing, these undead creatures appeared extremely weak. They fell one after another and turned into black smoke and dissipated in the air.

Until the killing stopped, the surrounding area fell into a rare silence.

The black fog near the cave was much dimmer than before.

Lucian looked around and could no longer see an undead creature, only the diffuse black mist.

He let out a breath, relaxed his tense nerves, reached into his arms with his left hand, and took out a hanging box.

The hanging box is a little worn around the edges, but it looks like it's been carefully cared for.

It seems to be of great significance to its owner.

Lucian's fingers gently touched the hanging box, and his thumb gently opened the hanging box.

Women are beautiful.

A pair of large almond-shaped eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones typical of Demacians.

The portrait is a masterpiece, but it fails to capture Senna's strength and determination.

Lucian rarely opened the hanging box in his hand, because he felt that if his heart was wallowing in sorrow, it would only make him weak.