Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

In the dark center of the Shadow Isle, a yordle wanders lonely in a ghostly fog.

No, no, no, the descriptions of withdrawn, melancholy, and gloomy are not accurate. This is a gloomy little world that she has created for herself, away from the disgusting cheerful atmosphere of the "normal" world.

Vigus, immersed in it.

A powerful shadow followed behind her. Although there was no smile on her face, anyone could see from the arrogant pace that she was at ease in this gloomy sight and endless mourning.

It was noon on the island, and Vigus had just woken up from the sound sleep the night before.

"Alas, nothingness, dead silence, quietness... Such a day is such a joy—"

She stretched her weak waist, and dragged out a long and sad ending.

Today, the fog on the island is extraordinarily thick, and the black fog covers the entire Shadow Island, creating a dull atmosphere that perfectly fits Vigus.

Such a place full of death is simply her paradise.

The unhappy feeling made her so happy!

"Don't bother me, Sombra, can you leave me alone for a few minutes."

Behind her, Vigus heard her shadow calling.

"Oh, okay, do you guys want to play again?" Vigus sighed.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and the chill was excruciating.

A large group of terrifying corpse green rays of light burst out from the thick black mist, and the ghost army surrounded Vigus and her sleeping bed, and the screams and roars of the ghost army converged into a chilling chorus.

Anyone who is confronted with this scene will be scared and fainted immediately, but this is the place that Vigus enjoys the most.

She threw up her long sleeves, held her cheeks, and watched the corpse-green light swaying in front of her with a sad face.

She could feel that the ghost army was looking forward to it at this time, and on such a particularly gloomy day, she could have some interest in mingling with them.

"Ah—, okay, okay, then I'll play with you, but this time the gravedigger should be changed."

Behind her, however, Vigus heard Sombra volunteering.

"Shadow, if you want to be a gravedigger, that means I am going to be a gravedigger too," Vigus reiterated.

And at her feet, the shadow looked at her with a pitiful, pleading look.

"Ah, whatever, anyway, this matter is stupid from the beginning to the end, let me and the shadow be the gravediggers, the others, die soon."

The shadow covered his eyes with his hands and began to count from one to one hundred.

At this moment, there was a sound of "Shuh".

A meteor glowing with golden light in the dark green pierced the black fog of Shadow Island.

Wei Gusi raised her head sullenly, looked at the meteor with a long tail, and frowned unhappily:

"Damn, why did the Lord of the Black Mist wake up, and the place became lively. Hmph—"

The breath of that meteor made her feel uncomfortable, um... a person full of determination.

Such a person can't urinate in a pot with her.

"Oh, it's so annoying..."

Wei Gusi dragged her long sleeves, and seemed to have lost her temperament to play, and lay on the ground lazily.

At the same time, the underground space in the middle of Shadow Island.

Boom!

A faint green spear was inserted into the ground, and two figures, a man and a woman, came out of it.

These two figures are Atris and Karma who came from the Ionia continent.

"Welcome to Shadow Isle, you two!"

A dark voice with a smirk suddenly sounded from the thick black mist.

Suddenly, a corpse-green flame suddenly emerged, and a skeleton head filled with green flames appeared.

Immediately afterwards, its dark body glowing with green fire followed, its slender body was holding a candle light with a faint green light in its hand.

"Are you his?"

Atreus' voice was hoarse and his expression darkened.

He still retains his will, and he can perceive everything he does, even his speech and consciousness are controlled by himself.

But sadly, he seemed to be under some kind of curse. Even if his will is strong, he still cannot control his body.

The existence from the underworld easily controlled his body, so he could only watch himself do some disgusting things.

Before he came to the Shadow Island, he watched as the spear in his hand, which had turned into a dark green, slaughtered the residents of the entire island.

Hearing the mourning of those innocent people, his heart was full of torment.

He even wondered if his existence was a mistake.

"Jie Jie Jie... Atreus, Karma. Have you felt that mighty power?"

The Thresh in the deep green flames kept talking about the infiltrating voice. When he made the sound, the entire black mist seemed to tremble.

"Hmph, no matter how strong he is, he's just a disgusting bug hiding in the dark." Atreus said coldly.

The man who manipulated him was even more disgusting than Protoss to him.

In any case, what Protoss does can be said to be for Runeterra.

And that one is just doing all evil for his own selfish desires, and is extremely cruel and evil.

Thresh didn't answer, just let out a weird smile:

"The black mist will eventually spread throughout Runeterra, Atreus, we just need to wait quietly for the arrival of a new era."

"Humph!"

Atreus snorted coldly.

Although his body is out of control, he still disdains this kind of garbage in the gutter.

"sana...xuenaf!"

Suddenly, Karma's godless eyes lit up with a dim light, and some kind of language was whispered in her mouth.

This language is different from the ancient Sanskrit that had been passed down in the land of birth, but a language full of death.

The disgust on Atreus' face grew even stronger upon hearing this language.

It was the sound, the **** babble that took control of his body.

"What are you talking about?" Atreus said bitterly.

"Ouchen language, the language only spread in the kingdom of the dead, how wonderful." Thresh's hoarse and pleasant voice explained the source of this sound.

Atreen snorted disdainfully, and also understood that the person behind him was using Karma to convey some information.

Thresh didn't mind Atreus' demeanor and actions at all, and said in a pleasant voice: "That great being is not satisfied with Foyego's work, he needs your help."

"He can control my body to do it, and I will never give in!" Atris said coldly.

"It's up to you, Atreus!" Thresh Jie laughed. "The black fog can spread westward to Bilgewater, or eastward to Targon."

"You dare!" Atris' eyes flashed with anger.

"That's a stupid question, isn't it?"

Thresh shook the dim candle light in his hand, and the black mist seemed to be slowly changing, with a tendency to drift eastward.

Seeing this scene, Atris' eyes were split, but he also understood his current situation.

Just now, he regained control of his body, and he really wanted to stab this disgusting guy in front of him with a gun.

But he... hesitated.

At the foot of Mount Targon is his former tribe, and he vowed to protect it well.

Protoss, can't be counted on.

If you can protect it...even if you fall into darkness, what's the harm?

Anyway... the protoss they have always believed in have long since given up...

Atreus was startled by his bold idea, but the endless anger seemed to subside.

He looked directly at Thresh with cold eyes, and asked in a cold tone:

"what do I need to do?"

That mighty being would prefer him to do it himself, instead of manipulating him all the time.

This is not the temperament of a domineering person, maybe it is very difficult to control, maybe it is to let him slowly fall into the darkness...

Unfortunately, he has no choice.

"sanasie..."

Karma said a long series of cold sentences again.

Thresh stood aside and translated respectfully: "Go to Ionia and let the black mist spread as quickly as possible!"

"Ionia? I see."

Atreus couldn't bear it in his heart, but he still agreed.

Somehow, I was relieved to hear that they were going to let the black mist fill Ionia.

At least...Ionia isn't too weak...

I just hope that the Protoss and the so-called empire can solve that one as soon as possible...

But after a while, the golden-green meteor pierced the sky again.

And this time, they left wrapped in black mist, spreading in the opposite direction of Foyego's expansion.

I believe that in the near future, the land of the new birth will usher in a catastrophe.

Seeing the black fog surging, Vigus, who had just lay down for a while, sat up:

"Ah... how wonderful. I wish this black mist could spread faster... work harder!"

She said "Come on" in her mouth, but her tone was still as sad as ever.

However, during the surging black mist, a magical wave appeared on her body. Under the promotion of this wave, the black fog that spreads in the direction of Ionia became faster.

On the sea not far from Bilgewater, Foyego was surrounded by black fog, spreading in the direction of Bilgewater at a very fast speed.

As if feeling the changes in Shadow Island, Foyego's actions paused slightly, but there was a hint of joy on his face:

"Isolde...I'll find you in a quicker way...fast! Faster! I can feel...you're approaching like me too."

He was extremely satisfied with Wei Gusi's initiative to spread the black mist.

He could feel that Isolde's soul was divided into two, and one part was slowly approaching him.

The location of the other copy is exactly in the direction of Ionia.

When he finds Isolde, he will definitely reward Vigus... Well, let her always be by Isolde's side, and be able to see the scene of his love with Isolde every day. Her pleasure!

almost! Soon!

Foyego clenched the sword of the Ruined King in his hand, his eyes flashed with a strong dim light, and the speed of the black mist spread was a little faster.

Blue Flame Islands.

The docking of the space battleship caused quite a stir, but when those locals with various sea beast totems printed on their bodies saw the Noxus flag, they quickly retracted their surprise.

They lived only in the Bilgewater area, but had heard of Noxus as well.

In this region that emphasizes strength and tradition, people know that there are two things that must not be provoked.

Nagakapolos and Noxus.

Nagakaporos is the deity of the Baru, a native of the Bilgewater region. Not only them, but most of the people who make a living here believe in Nagakaporos.

Anyone who has traveled the sea knows to be in awe of this azure region of opportunity and death.

And the best way to revere is to worship the gods about the sea.

Aside from Nagakapolos, Noxus is the only one who can't be bothered the most.

Even if he provokes the current pirate queen, at most it will only cause a fight, and then he will be buried in the sea under the fire of artillery and the machete.

But provoke Noxus...that would be a disaster...

Those who offend Noxus do not all die, and only those with lesser sins can give death painfully.

Instead, the Noxians will be kind and responsible for the rest of your life.

If you yearn for freedom, they will arrange endless labor for you, and you will be tortured if you don't.

If you yearn for money, they will put you in a place of extravagance and enjoyment, watching the rest of the people get drunk. And you are just one of the poor slaves.

For Biltover, deprivation of liberty and faith is far more terrifying than death.

So they feared Noxus more than Lady Piltover with money, or pirates who were at best dead.

It's a life-or-death realization...

Countless pioneers used their blood and tears to shape the majesty of the Noxian Empire.

No matter how powerful those people are, Noxus will easily defeat them.

Can't live, can't die...

So whatever Noxus does, or what they have, it's not too surprising.

What surprised and terrified them was the fact that the flag of the Empire appeared in Bilgewater itself.

Empire... here we come!

The chaos at the dock did not affect Seraphine's interest. She got off the boat with her teacher early and walked on this island where heat and moisture coexist.

She looked curiously at the surrounding vendors, all of them dressed as Baru people. He wears a sea monster hood on his face, his body is covered with tattoos of various sea beasts, and he holds a skull scepter like an ancient magic weapon.

Of course, not everyone can have a skull scepter, and most ordinary Baru people only have a steel fork in their hands, which is their symbol as a sea hunter.

The stalls of these vendors are filled with sea monster organs of various colors.

Eyeballs bigger than grinding discs, hearts full of barbs, live fish with blue blood flowing, octopus with eight tentacles of different colors...

All kinds of magical products, Seraphine was dazzled.

There are a lot of things here that she has never seen~www.readwn.com~ are almost all specialties of Bilgewater. If it weren't for the fishy smell and stench of sea beasts, it might be a place that fascinated her.

Especially the people here...the voice is very special!

There are many Baru people who put sea animal organs on their stalls, not for the purpose of making money to improve the poor and destitute families.

On the contrary...they take what they get from sea hunting as a kind of honor, those are almost not for sale, and they are only displayed on the booth to show the great things they have done.

In Bilgewater, sea hunters are the most respected profession.

Seraphine looked around her eyes with great interest, occasionally chatting with Grid next to her, showing a stunned expression from time to time.

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