Anyone who dares to take advantage of the situation at this time is all a person with excellent water skills - although he may not be able to lurk under the water for three days and three nights at a stretch, at least three to five minutes will still be no problem.

Therefore, after discovering that their breathing tubes were blocked, these fishermen without exception gave up decisively, then raised their heads and carefully observed the water surface.

They were looking for places with ripples - ripples meant there were people.

However, what they find hard to accept is that at this moment, the water is calm and the entire bay of the slaughterhouse is like a pool of stagnant water, without even a ripple.

At this moment, these money-obsessed fishermen finally realized that something was wrong. They dived one after another and tried their best to swim as far away as possible before quietly surfacing. But unfortunately, no matter how careful they were, they swam as far as they could in one breath. When they surfaced,

When they arrived, they were greeted by ruthless chains.

Behind the heavy hook and sickle, the chain made a clattering sound. Every time someone stuck their head out, they would be hit with extremely precise hooks.

The next moment, the soul of the person who was hooked will quietly leave the body. When they realize that they seem to have become light and airy, and they don't know when they left the body, they will be forever imprisoned in the flickering light.

When in the soul-inducing lamp.

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Black mist filled the air, and the soul-locked warden was happily enjoying the torture of these brand-new souls.

Thresh was suffocated.

Recently, the guys from the Sentinels of Light have become extremely active for some unknown reason. They patrol around in small groups, and they always carry weapons that can influence them.

This undoubtedly makes Thresh very uncomfortable - although he is not afraid of those annoying bastards, it is undeniable that the existence of the Sentinels of Light has indeed destroyed his interest in hunting souls.

Once a delicious soul is tainted with the Holy Light, it will become tasteless. Thresh has long passed the age of gobbling up food without being selective. Now when he hunts souls, he is more like an elegant gourmet.

The music of chains and hooks and sickles is the best accompaniment, and the cry of the deceased before dying is the most beautiful cadenza in the music.

Therefore, in order to maintain his appetite, Thresh endured it for a while.

As an undead person, he has always been very patient.

Now, the soul-eating night is here.

In this dark and foggy night, the undead from the Shadow Island will come out in droves, and even the bravest Sentinels of Light can only stay silently in the Order's shelter, waiting for the end of the long night - and for Thresh, this is

Undoubtedly the best time to eat.

Look, these few souls are very delicious.

They are greedy and stupid. When facing the pirates, they are submissive, but they attack hard on the night of the Soul Erosion... This kind of soul is the most interesting.

Thresh likes them, second only to those fallen heroes.

After stuffing these souls into the lantern, Thresh held the soul-inducing lantern in front of him - the faint green light seemed to be a little brighter, watching the unwilling souls turn into green lights one by one.

Click, he nodded with satisfaction.

Great, that's it.

However, just as Thresh was enjoying this rare "leisure time", a large group of people whizzed past him.

That's right, it's a centaur, literally.

That was Hecarim and his Iron Legion.

Those guys whose heads are full of muscles haven't figured out their own situation for thousands of years, and they are still dreaming about silly knight dreams - they don't even realize that they have become centaur and half-horse monsters, and they are following He around all day long.

Karim, that idiot, shows off his power and thinks he is strong.

Actually...

Thresh curled his lips - all he had left was contempt for this once prestigious cavalry.

Just let them take the lead.

Putting away the chains, lifting the soul-inducing lamp, Thresh silently moved out of the way - there are advantages to being stupid, so just let them make trouble first, and after they are done, harvest the souls yourself, the same thing

save time and energy.

Under Thresh's leisurely gaze, Hecarim led a large group of undead cavalry and rushed to Bilgewater in a swarm. Seeing that they still chose to attack the slaughter dock, Thresh had a mocking smile on his lips.

Bilgewater's cannons are not vegetarian. The large-caliber cannons plus explosive shells are enough for these undead to drink a pot. That idiot Hecarim doesn't have a long memory, but Thresh is not willing to ask for trouble at this time.

.

Like the Holy Light, gunpowder is also a nuisance!

However, the expected roar of cannons did not appear - this time, it was not the Abyss that was anchored at the slaughter dock, but another ship that was obviously one size smaller.

The artillery is also roaring, but compared with previous years, this year's artillery is as weak as women.

The change of circumstances turned stupidity into bravery. Hecarim took the lead and came to the dock through the black mist. His ghost eyes were full of excitement, and the spear in his hand was as strong as an electric fan.

Although he was unconscious, Hecarim obviously still knew that he had failed in the Slaughter dock in the past few years. He was naturally extremely excited to be able to break through the sparse artillery this time.

Kill!

With only instinct, Hecarim accelerated and accelerated again with the Iron Legion cavalry he once commanded, and in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of the Siren from the sea.

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Facing the rolling army of the undead, even Sarah, who was known for her boldness and carefulness, felt a little breathless at this time.

She couldn't even tell whether this was physical discomfort or psychological fear - or simply both.

After actually facing the undead army, she understood why the main gun on Plank's flagship had such a large caliber...

Although the artillery on the Siren has undergone preliminary Hexian modifications, when faced with the black undead cavalry, it is still as pitiful as the water gun - and even if the explosive shells are replaced in advance, it will only be

The water gun becomes just a shower head.

Moreover, with just two rounds of volleys, these centaur and half-horse monsters came under the boat from the edge of the artillery range. Seeing that the leader had raised his spear, Sarah finally licked her lips, and then picked up the spear.

The two guns in his hands.

"Everyone!" Sarah's voice sounded particularly loud in the silent night of souls. "Pick up your weapons and prepare to fight - tell those undead monsters who has the final say on the docks of Bilgewater!"

Before she finished speaking, she aimed at the monster headed opposite and directly pulled the trigger.

"Bang——"

"boom--"

The two guns fired back and forth, and large lead bullets dipped in holy water shot out, accurately nailing Hecarim's chest.

The next moment, under Sarah's expectant eyes, Hecarim paused slightly, and then accelerated again.
Chapter completed!