The Glory of Noxus.

Frost's body fell heavily to the ground as if he was out of control.

He looked at Thresh in front of him who was wearing ancient robes, and said with a trembling cry.

"Please let me go."

Red blood gushed out from his mouth, mixed with bits of meat, and dyed his clothes red.

Thresh's movements were cold and decisive, as if he was immersed in his own world and indifferent to Frost's pleas.

He gently turned the hook in his hand and cut open Frost's frail body gracefully and cruelly.

Then, he stretched out his hand as if to grasp something, and pulled it out little by little.

Frost's body twitched violently, and blood sprayed out like broken red ribbons.

Part of it spread out on the dark gray ground, and part of it fell on Thresh, burned by green flames, and turned into wisps of blue smoke.

Thresh held the hooked soul, looked into the absent-minded eyes, and inserted his soul-guiding lamp.

Frost's body immediately lost movement, and there was no longer any breath of life.

But the hunt isn't over yet!

Thresh raised his lantern and walked in the dark mist with unhurried steps.

He looked ahead, at the running prey, and smiled cruelly.

He liked to see hope die, like the dead fruit on the cane, its original sweetness turning into malignancy.

This made him very interesting!

Wow!

In the dark night, like a poisonous snake, the hook with the chain was thrown out of Thresh's hand again, instantly piercing the thick black fog.

With the sound of the iron chain, it accurately hooked the body of a Iron Hook Gang pirate who was fleeing in panic.

The wail sounded!

The Iron Hook gang pirate looked down at Hook on his chest, his face turned extremely pale in fear, and his eyes were filled with despair.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed on the hook of the iron cable, and a translucent ghost struggled and howled in pain.

Until it submerged into the soul-inducing lamp.

On the dilapidated pier.

Plank cursed under his breath when he saw the tragic circumstances of Frost's death.

"Damn it, why did Hecarim and Soullock Warden Thresh appear in this Soul-eating Night this time?"

While running, the sound of the chains sounded like the footsteps of the God of Death, frequent and heavy.

Every time there is a sound, a hook will help the pirates disappear.

Their figures disappeared into the black mist, and then a shrill wail sounded.

Suddenly.

The Hook pirates fell into unprecedented chaos.

Their tight formation quickly collapsed under the threat of death.

Everyone just wanted to escape and fled in all directions.

But they forgot what kind of terrifying existence they were facing.

Soullock Warden Thresh.

His hook and chain are symbols of death.

In front of him, any escape and resistance are in vain.

Gangplank's expression changed suddenly when he heard the sound of death in his ears, but he was unable to stop Thresh's hunting.

In the curling black mist, Thresh's lips raised a smile. The quality of the soul here was much better.

His eyes fell on Gangplank, and he wanted to swing his hook to harvest the delicious souls.

However, he saw the mark left by Nagakapoulos in Gangplank's soul.

This means that Gangplank has passed the test of Nagakapoulos.

Thresh shook his head slightly, and his eyes fell on a pissed off Hook Gang pirate.

Just as he was about to swing the hook, he noticed a special aura appearing on the top of the building on the dock.

Looking with emerald green eyes, a hooded figure was coming quickly, jumping and landing in front of him.

The old leather trench coat spread out behind him, and the hood was lifted, revealing a dark reddish-brown face.

It's Lucian!

He held the sacred pistol tightly in his hand, and there were several brass-colored rings that looked like carved stones.

"mortal."

Thresh's words were garbled, as if he was smacking a piece of fresh meat in his mouth.

"You want to stop me?"

Buzz!

As soon as Thresh finished speaking, the dock was illuminated by the silver light fired wildly from the two holy guns.

The dazzling light eclipsed the flames on the Siren.

Lucian held the two relic guns like an angry bull, spinning as fast as a whip, with almost no pause between aiming and shooting.

Wherever the silver light reaches, the mist burns, and the souls of the dead scatter into the air while screaming.

"The power of light? I seem to remember you a little bit."

Thresh turned the bend in his hand, and the iron ropes made a violent sound, and the dark wind brought up blew the black robes.

"It's just that there's still enough time tonight, and I want to harvest more souls..."

Thresh slowly backed away with the Soul-Drawing Lamp, and the black mist swept in and disappeared with him.

Two deep pits hit by the silver light were left in place, as well as Lucian chasing after them.

"gone?"

Gangplank noticed that Thresh's death aura disappeared, and when he looked back, he saw a strange transcendent.

"Something strange? Is he an extraordinary person from the Valoran continent?"

The extraordinary person in front of him had a heroic face and a pair of eyes filled with sorrow.

Planck had no memory of this guy.

Lucian held tightly the two holy spears that were shining with light, and looked deeply at Thresh who disappeared into the black mist.

Then he turned his head, nodded with Gangplank, and walked towards Miss Fortune's place.

However, his steps slowly stopped, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

Within the field of vision, a transcendent man clothed in red-gold flames was suspended in the air, wielding a flaming sword to resist the broad-bladed halberd chopped down by Hecarim.

The Pirate Street connected to the pier has long lost its former prosperity. It is filled with black mist and looks dead.

Miss Fortune heard the violent noise coming from behind, looked at the Deterrence embedded in the dock, and her eyes moved.

Then she saw the extremely embarrassed Gangplank in the black mist, and heard the sound of iron chains coming from the black mist.

Soul Lock Warden Thresh!

Miss Fortune looked gloomy, not expecting to encounter another terrifying existence in the Shadow Island here.

She looked at the souls that had been stripped of their bodies and fell into the soul-guiding lamp, and boundless fear emerged in her heart.

Without any hesitation, Miss Fortune immediately gave up the idea of ​​intercepting Gangplank behind her, and left the dock with Raven, Fedel and others.

She didn't want her team to become the dead souls of Thresh, so she had no choice but to retreat quickly.

Da da! Da da!

The rapid sound of horse hooves struck everyone's heart, bringing with it unspeakable fear.

Hecarim led his Iron Legion slowly behind Miss Fortune.

Their figures were looming in the thick black fog, as if they were waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing this, Miss Fortune's expression became more gloomy, and she looked at the pink coral in her hand.