The Glory of Noxus.

Shadow of War Hecarim!

Upon hearing Raven's words, ripples of fear quickly spread across the Siren, and everyone stood there with stiff expressions.

Even Miss Fortune is no exception!

She looked at the heavily armed knight riding a war horse in the black mist, and a look of horror appeared in her eyes.

Shadow of War!

He was once called Hecarim, but no one knows whether this was his real name or a storyteller's invention.

In many dark legends, he is an endless killing, an unquenchable rage, and a nightmare where no one survives.

Only a fool would dare tell the story of the Shadow of War over the fireside, and only after drinking enough rum to sink a battleship.

Woohoo! Woohoo!

The low sound of the horn continued to sound, blowing away the gloomy black mist.

The shadow of war has fully emerged from the fog. On the demon helmet covered with will-o'-the-wisps, there are cold eyes staring at the Siren.

It was then that Miss Fortune discovered that the Shadow of War was more than just riding on a war horse.

The cold fear wrapped around Sarah's soul like a shroud.

Perhaps Hecarim was once a knight, but now the rider and his mount have become one, a towering beast born only to destroy.

"What should we do now?" Raven swallowed subconsciously and asked softly.

Miss Fortune forced her eyes away from the armored Hecarim, only to find a large group of ghost knights approaching behind him.

It's the Dread Knight!

Their bodies glowed with pale green translucent fire, and they held spears and swords glowing with black energy.

Miss Fortune suppressed the fear in her heart and understood that the Siren was at a critical moment.

She must be responsible for the lives of everyone on the Siren.

It's just that the situation we are facing now has surpassed the previous soul-eating nights.

During the soul-haunting nights that Miss Fortune and Revan experienced, it was rare to see terrifying beings like Hecarim on the Shadow Isles.

Woohoo!

Suddenly, the low trumpet sound became urgent, like the beating of a drum.

Immediately afterwards, Hecarim raised a hooked broad-bladed halberd, and green flames burst out from the murderous blade.

The fearful knights behind him also raised their spears and swords.

Whoops! Whoops! Whoops!

As Hecarim waved the broad-bladed halberd in his hand, the Dread Knights galloped on their horses, and the black mist roared.

The sound of their horses' hooves was like a cathartic torrent, roaring and surging, seeming to swallow up everything that blocked their progress.

The Siren, this giant ship that sailed unimpeded on the Sea of ​​Watchers, was like a falling leaf in the face of the charge of the Dread Knights.

The statue of the bearded lady on the bow of the ship, the patron saint in the hearts of the crew, seemed to have been severely damaged at this moment and burst into pieces.

The fragments of the statue were scattered in the air, vaguely foreshadowing the impending doom.

Even the lines of the River King engraved on the wooden pile are full of cracks, seemingly unable to withstand the wrath of the black mist.

"Fire!"

Miss Fortune looked at the scene in front of her, her expression suddenly changed, and she roared angrily.

Rumble!

The Siren made its final roar in the desperate place, and its guns opened.

I saw artillery pieces like angry giant beasts, lighting up with scorching light and blasting out pitch-black shells.

The shells pierced the sky, with the sound of breaking through the air, and hit the oncoming fear knights hard.

The shells fell, instantly bursting out with terrifying destructive power, and the rich smell of sulfur filled the air.

The impact of the explosion caused the armor of the Dread Knights to shatter, and the ghost horses let out a shrill wail.

It's just that these cannonballs flavored by Miss Fortune cannot cause fatal damage to the Dread Knights.

Under the thick cover of billowing black fog, those seemingly fatal injuries are only temporary.

The fear knights rushing towards them seemed to be immortal.

The broken armor and injured ghost horses resurrected in the black mist, stood up again, and continued to charge towards the Siren.

The will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes became brighter and brighter, reflecting the frightened faces of the crew on the Siren.

Kaka! Kaka!

The fear storm descended, and the Siren's hull was corroded and moaned.

The fear knights raised their spears and swords, turned into death reapers, and slashed at the crew.

Although the crew resisted vigorously, they soon suffered heavy losses in the face of the charge of the Dread Knights.

For a time, blood splattered everywhere, and wailing sounds came one after another.

Some people's blood froze directly under the black mist, and they watched helplessly as the sword fell and cut off their heads.

Some people saw their hearts stabbed with spears, and the pain was so severe that they could barely breathe.

What's even more terrifying is that some ghost horses actually started to eat their corpses, as if celebrating this bloody feast.

In the fierce battle, more than ten heroic crew members on the Siren fell in a pool of blood.

Their souls were ripped from the corpses and turned into undead, hovering above the heads of the Dread Knights.

The faces of these undead were distorted, and their eyes were full of unwillingness and anger. Pulled by invisible forces, they rushed towards the companions who had fought side by side.

Looking at the horrific scene in front of them, despair filled the hearts of the crew.

They began to wonder if they could survive the storm.

boom!

At this moment, a scorching bullet was fired from the bow of the ship, accurately penetrating the head of a Dread Knight.

Then it bounced off another Dread Knight at a weird angle, shattering half of his body.

It's Miss Fortune!

Her appearance brings hope to nearby crew members and rekindles their fighting spirit.

They raised their muskets and swords and fought to the death with the Dread Knights, calling either the Bearded Lady, their lovers, or simply some pagan evil god from some distant place.

"Just believe it!"

Miss Fortune has no time to think too much, and now she just wants to take her crew out of here.

You must know that the current Shadow of War Hecarim has not yet taken action.

Once the leader of the Dread Knights joins the fray, the Siren's situation will become even worse.

Perhaps it was because the knights under his command were unable to end the battle.

Hecarim's will-o'-the-wisp hands flickered gently, and the huge broad-bladed halberd in his hand ignited with a rich glow.

In the endless black fog.

On the bay of Bilgewater, there is a black ship moving slowly forward.

The bright yellow lights hanging at the bow of the ship dispersed the black fog, and the tragic situation near the upper city could be faintly seen.

"did you find it?"

Gangplank raised his three-cornered hat and looked at the black mist with gloomy eyes.

He smelled a hint of uneasiness. This time the soul-eating night seemed a little different.

However, when Planck looked at the statue of the bearded lady at the bow of the ship, he felt certain in his heart.