Bilgewater, Slaughterhouse.

When Lucian's fishing boat slowly approached the coast, the prosperous cityscape of Piraeus came into view, and his stern face, filled with bitterness and hatred, couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise.

"Haha." The old captain who kindly allowed him to take a ride could not help but come to him with a proud smile: "Mr. Lucian, I have told you before that you will definitely be captured by Bilgewater."

The changes are shocking.”

"This... indeed exceeded my expectations." Lucian admitted frankly.

He had already guessed that Bilgewater would undergo great changes under the leadership of the Wind Leader.

After all, the reputation of the Wind Leader has now spread throughout Runeterra.

As a Paladin Ranger who is always traveling around, Lucian has also passed through the Twin Cities several times during his journey over the past two years.

He had witnessed with his own eyes the tremendous changes that the Wind Leader had brought to Zaun and Piltover, and driven by curiosity, he had a complete understanding of the thoughts and theories of the goddess Janna.

He was well aware of the strength and progress of the Windleader, and had already guessed that Bilgewater would become prosperous under the management of the Windleader like Zaun.

But the speed and magnitude of Bilgewater's changes still surprised Lucian.

Looking at the neat streets and prosperous city scene, for a moment, he thought he was in Pi City.

"This is actually not surprising." The old captain said: "We are smaller than Hong Kong, have more money, and have the support of Comrade Zu An, so can we not start construction quickly?"

"More money..." Lucian recalled the past.

Indeed, Bilgewater has never been short of money. It is located between Shurima, the Twin Cities, Ionia, and the maritime trade line of Noxus, and has extremely rich fishery resources, as well as complete arms and equipment.

Shipbuilding industry.

Under such conditions, one should not be poor in the first place.

But in the past, more than 90% of Hong Kong's land was occupied by chaotic slums, and 95% of the people lived in extreme poverty.

Looking at Piraeus, which has been completely renovated in less than two years, Lucian can deeply understand what kind of disaster those insects have brought to this land.

"Planck died unjustly." He couldn't help but sigh.

Lucian originally still had a good impression of Gangplank.

But now it seems that Planck is not even a qualified feudal lord.

He couldn't even put an end to the situation of pirates and gang separatism in his own territory. He couldn't even provide a stable order under his rule. He could only work with the pirate leaders, big and small, to turn Piraeus into a poverty-stricken and chaotic place.

a lawless place.

Compared with subsequent leaders, Planck deserved to be eliminated by history.

"But..." he said again.

Leader is far better than Planck in terms of construction and development, but what about security?

Lucian has not forgotten his true mission. His mission is not to build a mortal society, but to defend mankind from the undead of the Black Mist.

And the reason why he still had a good impression of Planck in the past was.

It is because this pirate king can lead the people of Piraeus well every year to resist the invasion of the undead on the Soul-eating Night and protect the city from the black fog of Shadow Island.

I don’t know, how are the leaders doing?

It should also be much stronger, right?

Lucian was thinking so.

"Mr. Lucian." The old captain looked at the approaching dock ahead and said, "In two days it will be the Night of Souls. Since you have been to Bilgewater before, I think you also know what this means.

What are you wearing?"

"Yes..." Lucian nodded.

He unconsciously stroked the sacred stone pistol on his waist. Of course he knew what Soul Eating Night was.

At this time every year, the undead black mist of the Shadow Island will roar like a tropical cyclone that has finally taken shape and spread to the vast sea beyond the Shadow Island.

As the closest human settlement to the Shadow Isles, Bilgewater is unfortunately hit by the black fog on this day every year.

Inappropriately speaking, Soul Eating Night is like Chinese New Year for Hong Kong people.

However, what the people of Bigang are facing is not the Nian beast that can be scared away with firecrackers, but the undead army that comes with the invasion of black mist.

These undead are not easy to deal with. In the past, even with the protection of Gangplank and the Baru Order, many people from Piraeus still died in the Black Mist every year.

"Mr. Lucian." So the old captain kindly reminded him: "When you get ashore, follow me to the immigration office at the pier to register."

"At that time, the leader will arrange for you to go to the shelter to ensure that you survive this soul-eating night safely."

"Shelter?" Lucian was stunned for a moment: "The leader also built a shelter for everyone?"

"Yes." The old captain told him: "After the Wind Leader took over Port Piraeus, they transformed several underground docks formerly controlled by pirates into large temporary shelters."

"The shelter is protected by the elite warriors of the Wind Leader and the Baru priests, so it is absolutely foolproof."

"Well..." Lucian nodded secretly. This is indeed good governance.

With the power of Gangplank, he could only barely resist the undead invasion, but was unable to protect all the people of Piraeus.

Even putting aside the power, just organizing the evacuation of hundreds of thousands of people, and ensuring safety and order without causing trouble... The difficulty involved is enough to overload the brains of those pirate leaders.

"However, there is no need to bother." Lucian declined the old captain's kindness again: "You don't need to take me to register. I don't need to take refuge."

He lowered his head to look at the sacred stone pistol on his waist, and his eyes quietly turned dark: "They are the ones who should take refuge."

"This..." The old captain's expression was subtle: "Are you here for excitement?"

Most people avoid Soul Erosion Night, but some people do the opposite. Some foreign mages who are interested in necromancy magic always come to Piraeus on this day to "find excitement."

"No..." Lucian was about to explain.

But I only heard the old captain say: "Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I suggest you go to the shelter, just to be on the safe side."

"In fact, on the night of the Soul Erosion, you may not even see a single undead soul on the street."

"?" Lucian had a question mark on his face.

Wouldn’t the undead rush into Piraeus on the night of the Erosion of Souls, jumping all over the streets? How could they not see it?

"Because the policy has changed this year." The old captain said: "Last year we were still the same as before. We fought with the undead in the city of Piraeus..."

Last year's Soul Erosion Night took place almost two months before the decisive battle in Baru'e.

At that time, Bilgewater had already assembled a mighty naval fleet, preparing to rush to Ionia and fight the Noxian invaders to the death.

Everyone knows what happened next. Even the Imperial Navy of Noxus and Vladimir's Undead Legion were blown to pieces by the terrifying firepower of this fleet.

The undead from Shadow Island invaded Piraeus at this moment...

In the end, the Japanese all ran away crying.

The only problem is that this battle was fought in Piraeus City.

Although they all used "precision-guided" munitions blessed by True Faith, in the end they inevitably bombed the city of Piraeus into ruins.

"At that time, the old city of Bilgewater was being renovated, so the demolition was carried out incidentally."

"But this year is different. New cities have been built this year." The old captain looked at the brand-new city ahead: "This is our new home built brick by brick, how can we let it turn into a battlefield?"

"..." Lucian was silent.

He finally discovered the biggest change in Piraeus.

The people of Bilgewater now have a booming self-confidence. Whether facing life or the undead, they no longer have fear or confusion.

In the past, the people of Pigang could only hide in their shabby houses, shivering in the dim light of the cheap whale excrement candles.

But now, they can all laugh and discuss how to clear the level without any injuries on Soul Eating Night.

"Then what are you going to do?" Lucian asked curiously.

"What else can we do?" the old captain said with a smile: "Go to sea to fight the Japanese and intercept the black mist directly at sea!"

"You can do it?" Lucian was a little in disbelief.

"Of course." The old captain replied confidently: "They are just a group of small fish and shrimps that leaked from the Shadow Island. With our current firepower and organizational power, we can just get rid of them casually."

"There are only tens of thousands of undead souls, hehe... if he dares to attack, he will never come back!"

"This..." Lucian frowned upon hearing this.

He felt more confident than Hong Kong people just now, but now that he looks at it... this is not confidence, it is clearly arrogance!

After they achieved a series of great achievements under the leadership of the leader, they have begun to swell.

"To be honest, if Shadow Island had not been completely polluted by undead magic and turned into a mess, and there was really no way to clean it up and transform it... we might have counterattacked Shadow Island and solved the problem once and for all."

The old captain's boast got louder and louder. Finally, Lucian couldn't help but interrupt: "Mr. Captain."

"I think you, especially the leaders who manage Bilgewater, should face the issue of Shadow Island with a more cautious attitude."

Forget about killing the undead, why not counterattack the Shadow Island?

"The dark power hidden on Shadow Island is more terrifying than you think." Lucian said in a solemn tone.

But I didn’t expect: “Hidden dark power?”
To be continued...