Don't mess with the yordle

Chapter 132 Life
"It's not that you are working in the wrong direction, but you need to work together in these two directions. Do you think that if you awaken Callista, she will be indifferent to what is happening here?"

Reed felt helpless about Ledros' ideological consciousness. This guy's brain was really not working well.

Ledras was a pure warrior, a chief swordsman, a guard captain, and not even a general who went out to command operations. He was full of brains and muscles, and his strength was pretty good. He had few opponents in the entire Kingdom of Kamavia.

As the leader who brought Foego to Blessed Light Island, Kalista was largely responsible for the ruin of Blessed Light Island.

With the character of that female general, she would definitely blame herself for this and would find a way to eliminate the influence of the black mist.

"you're right."

Ledros was silent for a moment, then lowered his head sadly and responded. He felt that his mind must have been affected by the black mist, which caused him to not even think of this.

"Calista will definitely not forgive herself. She is a person with a strong sense of responsibility and will definitely blame herself for her mistakes."

Thinking that Kalista would face such a cruel fact after she regained consciousness, Ledros thought of the words of "Soul Lock Warden" Thresh, maybe letting Kalista continue to be the "Spear of Vengeance", instead It is a kind of salvation for her.

"The Spear of Revenge kills all betrayers. She was betrayed by others, but is she not a betrayer?"

Reed shook his head. These guys from the Kamavia kingdom were, after all, a group of despicable invaders, and Kalista, who had betrayed her oath, was to some extent responsible for this fate.

"How can you say that?! Who did Kalista betray?! She was obviously the one who was betrayed! By damned Hecarim, the damned leader of the Iron Legion!"

Reed's words stimulated Ledros, and the black mist around him began to sway, obviously he was a little emotional.

Reed glanced at Ledros, which made the undead calm down instantly, because he had also died in Reed's hands, and he clearly understood how terrifying the strength of the yordle in front of him was, even if he had become The fear of the undead still haunts him.

"Calista betrayed the friendly scholars of Blessed Light Island. They gave her holy water as an exception and made her swear an oath not to reveal the situation here to outsiders."

Reed's words pierced Ledros's ears, making him seem a little dazed. He had obviously never thought about this problem before.

"You can say that she was coaxed by Hecarim, so she decided to lead the Kamavian Kingdom's army to the island, but the fact that she betrayed Blessed Light Island cannot be changed."

Reed was too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy. Although Ledros remained rational and had memories of his own life, whenever the "Soul-Eating Night" began, whenever the black mist drifted down the wind into the world, he would follow suit. And go.

He was once torn apart by Ryze's rune magic, and was shattered by Illaoi's faith and the protection of Naga Kapoulos. He is not a sinless person, pitiful but not worthy of sympathy.

Reed abandoned the tall undead muttering to himself and followed the breath of life that was very conspicuous in the black mist.

The breath of living beings is like a beacon in the dark fog. All undead souls, whether weak or powerful, will flock towards it like moths to a flame.

For them, living beings are the best food, honey with fatal attraction, no undead can resist.

But beside Reed, it was as clean as a pure land, no undead dared to approach, even if they had lost their mind, they would only obey the instinct of the undead.

Because even if the diffuse black mist wants to suck his life force, it can't absorb any bit of it from his body with strong vitality. Reed is domineering in the black mist that will be slowly eaten away by ordinary people after entering. Even the fog can hide his majestic vitality.

"Maokai, Yorick, you are all here." Reed walked along the dilapidated black stone and came to a twisted and dilapidated forest. The trees here had long lost their vitality and were as dry as ghosts. .

"Reed? Why are you here?"

What responded to Reed was a large emerald green tree. His trunk and body exuded a shimmering light. It was the protective power that had been nourished and grown by the "holy water" for millions of years.

With Reed's help, Maokai got rid of the erosion of the black fog and regained his former vitality with the help of "holy water".

But this method only works for Maokai, because there is a lot of "holy water" in his body, in his core.

Only he, a natural spirit, could withstand the battle between the "holy water" and the "black mist" in his body. Other undead souls were afraid of avoiding the "holy water" when they encountered it.

Maokai stepped forward and turned around. His body was not very tall, just a normal human height. This was to facilitate communication with Yorick. When he was in Bandle City, he would also transform into an even smaller body.

"Lord Reed, I salute you."

Yorick is a strong man. Affected by the dark weather of the Shadow Island, his body is now as gray as paper, but he is not weak.

There is a luminous vial hanging on his chest, which contains the water from the holy spring of Blessed Light Island. They have always called it the "tears of life". It is the "holy water" that maintains Yorick's life. and protect him.

Yorick wears the traditional monk garb of Hylia, where he was a member of the Twilight Brotherhood.

Members of this organization often carry a shovel, which symbolizes their duty to "bury the dead with proper rituals and ensure that their souls do not get lost."

The bottle of "holy water" hanging on the chest represents another duty of "saving lives and healing the wounded". Now this order no longer exists, and Yorick is the last survivor.

"What are you doing?"

Reed asked curiously. It was obviously impossible for these two guys to have a party here. After all, this was not a good location.

But Reid had just asked the question, and what he saw had already given him the answer, no need to say anything more.

On the dry land in front of them, a small cluster of red flames was growing in the endless darkness.

It is rooted in a pile of black soil. The small buds are struggling to break free from the constraints of the ground, and the bright petals are bright and eye-catching.

The contrast between the gray sky, broken earth, blood stains, gravel, and dead trees shows the magnificence of life.

"Flowers of the night."

Reed called out the name of this flower. In the past, the mountains and plains of Fuguang Island were covered with this kind of flower, which was very common.

Every year on the night of the summer solstice, the night flowers bloom at the same time. At dawn, the flowers wither, leaving gray-black petals until they bloom again on the same night next year.

　yesterday's~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)