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"Really, all the civilians who need refuge have been brought here."

"Very well, let's go down."

In a few words, Illaoin let all the monks and priests go down to rest. They are no longer needed. The temple is protected by Nagakaporos, and the undead and the black mist cannot approach here. According to the past, she will sit here until dawn, until the end of the night.

But not this time.

Iroyin carried 'Shenzhi', and this terrifying statue was held by her with one hand. She took heavy steps to the center of the hall, which used to be very clean, but now it is crowded with refugees. There are at least 300 people here, from civilians to pirates, traders, sailors... There are all kinds of people, but there is absolutely no such wicked person.

They could not enter the temple of Nagakaporos, not even close enough. If they dared, Illaoin would smash all of them on their knees with Shenzhi.

"The real one," greeted her nervously by a bare-armed sailor whom Ilorin knew, who lived nearby, whose parents had died early, leaving him two younger sisters. The 20-year-old had to bear the burden of the family on his shoulders, and he had been working as a coolie at the dock for four years.

"Hello, Fabian."

Illaoin gave him a calm nod, and the power in her movements calmed Fabien, less panicked. When she saw the two girls huddled behind Fabian, she showed an imperceptible smile.

"Don't worry, Fabien. Stay here with your family," she reassured. "This terrible night will soon be over."

"I believe in you, the real one, you have sheltered us for many years." Fabian swallowed, raised his hand and hammered his chest. "But...are you going out?"

"Yes."

Illaoin said quietly.

Her answer took Fabien by surprise. In fact, it wasn't just him. The hall soon filled with murmurs, and people began to fill Iroyin's ears with all kinds of speculation. She wasn't bored—normal people were just like that, and she couldn't blame them for that.

They have no power, no power, no money—anything that would give them a higher level of insight, which is why they're totally reliant on Illaoin, hoping she'll lead them through this terrible night . How could she blame a group of people who believed in themselves wholeheartedly?

"Everyone! Be quiet and listen to me."

She doesn't need to make loud noises, she doesn't need to remind them with filial piety. With just a simple shout, everyone fell silent. Watching the strong lady, waiting for her next words.

Iroyin spoke slowly.

"I do have to leave the temple, but you don't have to worry. The power of Nagakaporos protects us all. It protects me, and it protects you. She loves everyone equally, just hope you can It’s just a matter of truly understanding your own path, that’s all.”

"And my departure has nothing to do with this - you don't have to accept my admonitions and trials. The reason I leave is because I want to end the evil beast once and for all."

Her words were loud, and three hundred pairs of eyes looked at him, gradually changing from numbness to being full of light, and Iroyin's heart was just like theirs, a little bit full of power: "It has been seven years since the beasts invaded. A hundred years of history. In those seven hundred years, very few people really wanted to rebel."

"I'll be the first," she said quietly. "Whether I succeed or not, whether I survive or not - but I'm going to be the first, and I'm going to prove it to you all."

"What do you want to prove?" a man asked boldly.

Ilorin didn't answer, just smiled. Such a smile should not have appeared on her face. It was quiet and beautiful, and it was completely unworthy of her face that was not matched with beauty. But at that moment, she was so beautiful.

A radiance bloomed on her face.

The priest of Nagakaporos walked slowly out of her temple, still holding the sage in his hand. A man stood outside the hall with his hands behind his back, waiting for a long time. He stared at the long steps below without saying a word. Ilorin respectfully came behind him and said in a deep voice, "My lord the messenger."

"I heard your speech in there, really—have to say, you exceeded my expectations. You were one of those few."

"the minority?"

He Shenyan turned his head to look at her, stretched out his hand, and gently took over the heavy statue that she never left more than 20 meters away. The solid iron block was so light in his hand that the mage even lifted it with just two fingers. This kind of thing fell into the eyes of Iluoyin, and it was just another miracle.

She didn't know yet - this man had nothing to do with her god.

"Yeah, only a few people really have the courage to do the right things. It's hard, it's hard to beat."

He lifted Cognition aloft, and the power that belonged to Nagakaporos burst out upon it. Dark blue eddies emerge suddenly from the air, and the surrounding is filled with the moisture of the sea, which is very uncommon around temples. A cyan tentacle grew out of the ground and gently received Shenzhi.

"What is this, Messenger?"

"A trial—haven't you done it many times? Receive the power of Nagakaporos, and let those who have the potential meet their true self and find their calling. I want this city to meet its The real me."

He Shenyan's voice fell, and the ground shook.

The rubble began to fall a little bit from the highest mountain in Bilgewater. These stones with deadly kinetic energy did not kill any mortals along the way, but precisely hit the body of each undead. They disappeared in the wailing, and this time, their spirits really disappeared, instead of returning to the black fog to recharge.

In the deepest part of the black fog, a pale ghost sitting on the throne opened his eyes.

"By the way, Iroin. I remember you're from the Python Islands, don't you? Do you have a profession called Snakecaller?"

"Yes, Lord Messenger...why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"Because I'm going to try it too."

He smiled and stomped lightly. The magic power sinks into the ground, sinks into the sea, and in an instant, it establishes a connection with Nagakaporos from the deepest part of the distant sea. The power of the mother snake begins to emerge from the sea level, illuminating the night, and the power of blue-green The brilliance appeared in the eyes of people along with the huge figure of her son.

Illaoin stared at all this in shock—she couldn't understand it, she couldn't understand it. This messenger did what the best snake caller could not do. He summoned the holy beast with just one stomping, and it was the kind of holy beast that would never appear in the shallow sea area. There were even fifteen. There are so many, you know, each of them is tens of meters in size.

"give it to you."

He said lightly, took a horn from his pocket and threw it at Illaoin. Above their heads, the tentacle was still raising the consciousness higher and higher, as if to touch the sky.

"What are you going to do?"

"Do something I should have done long ago."

He Shenyan laughed: "Drive them to kill the undead, the black mist can be swallowed by them, but it depends on your determination to drive them, the true one. This is also a trial, let me see yours Decide if you can drive these sea beasts - don't let me down."

The voice fell, and he disappeared in place.

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"what happened?!"

Foyego rudely threw the blade of the king in his hand on the ground, and there was no king's bearing at all. However, his current appearance is actually no match for the king.

An undead with a dark green face replied with a blank face: "My lord, no one knows what is going on. Thresh and Hecarim are dead, only Karthus is still carrying out your orders, he is on the coastline The border fights those Noxians, they're so tough."

"I don't care what the **** Noxus!" Foyego growled. "Thousands of undead just really died-! Do you understand!?"

He pulled his voice to an elder: "Dead! Really dead! The Curse of Ruin cannot bring back their souls, do you know what that means? You incompetent waste, do you know?!"

The pale ghost fell to the ground, covered his face and wailed, his voice hoarse: "That means those mortals have found a way to counter me—oh!"

He cried out in grief: "Yin Surde! Why did fate treat me so unfairly! First I lost you, and then mortals were able to resist! How can I find your memory in the world again, I want How can I bring you back to me again?!"

The undead bowed gently to him and left the depths of the black mist without saying a word. He has long been surprised by the behavior of the king, and he is getting more and more crazy every day. One second you may be holding an oil painting and smiling happily, the next second you may be directly slashing your head with a sword.

He floated and came to the wasteland. This is the embodiment of the king's heart. From this desolate scenery, we may be able to glimpse some questions about his heart. However, the undead didn't have the heart to think about this at all. He just wanted to return to the Shadow Isle as soon as possible, so that he could continue to torture the souls exchanged from Thresh.

His little wish came to nothing.

A pale and slender hand held his head, and small thunderbolts gushed out from the palm of his hand, making him extremely painful, but unable to really die. The curse is fading little by little.

Almost in an instant - that feeling of ruin that had existed for thousands of years disappeared, replaced by a dead silence and cold that suppressed all emotions. He is no longer emotional and no longer self-conscious.

The hand was released.

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He Shenyan sighed softly and shook his hand. He had just broken the curse with pure undead magic, and then regained control of the corpse with some tricks of the undead school. The souls in it have devoted all their allegiance to him. His past memories are being quickly flipped through by the mage.

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After a moment, he nodded.

"Okay, first question."

He raised a finger: "Who is Yin Suld?"

"The king's queen." The undead replied dully.

"No surprise... well, what kind of tragic old love story? Forget it, I don't care." He Shenyan sighed again. "Then why does he drive the black mist to the world of the living every year? Does it have anything to do with the Protoss?"

"Never heard of the existence of protoss. The king wanted to find the queen's broken soul by driving the undead in the black mist, her soul was shattered in the reversal of Fuguang Island, all over the world. The king wanted to save her return."

"I've heard enough."

The mage nodded and withdrew the spell to maintain the body of the undead. When the icy death energy left, the corpse quickly turned into fly ashes, and the soul within it was naturally wiped out. He had the same hobby as Thresh to some extent, and He Shenyan didn't plan to send him to Qianqian. Jue there.

So, this matter has nothing to do with Protoss?

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The mage glanced at the barren plain, he raised his hand, and golden thunder fell from the sky, hitting the ground heavily. A man suddenly screamed out of grief, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of He Shenyan holding a huge two-handed sword.

"Oh, hello."

Facing the incoming blade, the mage smiled and nodded to him.