The Glory of Noxus.

The streets of Bilgewater are nearly abandoned.

The bells on the sea were still ringing, and the cries full of fear echoed on the cliffs.

The upper city area has completely fallen into black fog, and the wind is howling on the ruins of many buildings.

Occasionally a shimmering haze lingers on the cliffs above Gray Harbor.

The people who survived hid in their homes and prayed to Lady Beard that Soul Eclipse would spare their lives.

Vigil candles made of whale dung were lit in front of the windows of the wealthy, and the flames danced through the sea glass bottles.

There is also a Naga Kapoulos pattern drawn with white lime, which shines with green light.

“Do people really believe that praying to Naga Kapoulos will work?”

Miss Fortune stood at the bow of the ship, her long scarlet hair dancing in the strong wind.

Raven shrugged his shoulders, pursed his lips, and concentrated on searching for danger in the black fog, and the wrinkles near his eyes condensed.

He points to the ancient image painted on the Siren representing a bearded lady.

"The letter is there, isn't it?"

Miss Fortune looked at the pattern on the ship, saw the winding tentacles, and pulled out her guns.

"I believe this, and you too. Did you bring any other weapons?"

"This sword protected me through six soul-eating nights." Raven said, tapping the hilt of the skull sword.

"I sacrificed a bottle of ten-year-old rum to the Bearded Lady, and I purchased this sword."

"The sword seller swore that the blade was made of the purest Sun Steel from the Kingdom of Demacia."

As the beloved daughter of the famous female gunsmith Abigail Fortune, Miss Fortune has a ruthless eye.

Just one glance at the scabbard told her that Raven had been tricked.

The workmanship of the hand guard is too crude and could not have been made by Demacia craftsmen.

But Miss Fortune wasn't about to tell him.

"What about you?" Raven hugged his sword tightly and said with a smile.

Miss Fortune tapped the bullet pouch at her waist.

"Each of you grew up soaking in malon."

She raised her voice so everyone aboard the Siren could hear.

"If the undead want to fight, let them see what it means to be a hothead!"

Under the silent and oppressive clouds, no one laughed.

Miss Fortune did see smiles appear on a few people's faces, though.

For a night like this, that was enough.

"Here it comes!" Raven said.

Within the field of vision, black fog flooded most of the upper city area.

Even the dock near the Siren had a lot of fog gathering.

"I hope you can keep Miss Fortune safe and sound." Raven murmured softly as he looked at the snake-shaped statue on the bow of the ship.

Miss Fortune looked into the distance, her eyes narrowed, and she saw the dock sinking into deathly silence in the darkness.

The windows of the Hydra Tavern were whirring and flying up and down.

Suddenly, the surging black mist smelled the breath of a large number of living people, and immediately set off a boundless wave like the sea surface under a thunderstorm.

The green will-o'-the-wisps were all around like stars, and the aura of resentment and viciousness rushed towards his face.

Bang!

Miss Fortune saw a will-o'-the-wisp skeleton walking out of the dark fog and immediately fired.

The hot bullets poured out and all penetrated into the skull's eye sockets.

Just hearing an unwilling scream, the skeleton dispersed and bursts of weapons emerged.

"Fragile guy!"

Miss Fortune flicked the pistol magazine free and reloaded it quickly and neatly.

But the death of the will-o'-the-wisp is like a prelude to the battle.

The black mist suddenly exploded, and countless undead creatures rushed towards the Siren screaming.

However, when they approached the Siren, they seemed to encounter something, hesitated, and stopped in place.

Miss Fortune's eyes lit up, she would not care so much and let go of the opportunity in front of her.

"Fire!"

【Striding Stars】!

Miss Fortune strode forward, firing alternately with both guns in her hands, hitting the ghost's face with hot bullets one after another.

Before the claws that had just been extended could harvest the flesh and blood of the living, they turned into bursts of smoke and drifted away in the wind.

Another shot passed, and the other undead with its sharp teeth retreated without a trace.

Miss Fortune is extremely wild, attacking the undead creatures in front of her.

When she ran out of ammunition, she went behind a bitt to replace the ammunition.

The dark gray stone piles have been eroded by wind and rain, and are engraved with the statue of the River King.

Out of nowhere, she leaned forward and placed a red kiss on his grinning face.

The letter is there.

Should you believe in God or bullets?

Or, what about her own abilities?

Miss Fortune raised the corners of her mouth, and a confident smile appeared on her face.

Click!

Suddenly, her pistol jammed with a click, and the smile on her face immediately faded.

Mother's warning emerged from the deepest part of my memory.

"Sarah, this is what your gun will do if you let someone else mix the powder," Miss Fortune muttered.

She quickly put the jammed pistol back into its holster and drew her sword.

It was a trophy she had snatched from a captain who was heading north to Shurima.

The workmanship is exquisite and can be regarded as a model of sword-making craftsmanship.

Miss Fortune danced with her steps, fired her pistol rapidly, and slashed at the spirit in the fog with her sword.

The fire of the gun is devastating, and the light of the sword is as powerful as electricity.

Do these undead feel physical pain? It seems unlikely, but she did hit something.

Miss Fortune didn't have time to think too much.

Instead, she just felt that no matter who it was, it would be beaten back to its original shape under her sword.

"Damn these undead creatures."

Raven was half-kneeling on the ground, his face as pale as gold paper, and his breathing was rapid as if he had been working on the dock all day.

A few strands of mist clung to him like spider threads, and the smoldering Queen's Grass around his neck emitted a fierce pink light.

At the same time, he noticed that the white lime totem on the Siren's hull was turning black.

"Something's wrong!"

"Stand up! The fight isn't over yet!"

In the distance, Miss Fortune shouted to Raven, a narrow smile on her face.

"You don't need to tell me!" Raven gritted his teeth and stood up.

"I've seen more soul-eating nights than you have trimmed the tails of dead rats!"

Before Miss Fortune could ask him what that meant, Raven leaned over and fired a shot behind her.

An undead creature that seemed to be a mixture of wolf and bat screamed and disappeared.

She immediately drew her gun and killed an undead creature behind Raven that had revealed its claws, thus repaying the adjutant's favor.

It was also at this time that Miss Fortune realized something was wrong.

The black mist surging around the Siren was getting closer to the ship, and many crew members became stiff in their movements.