Perhaps the tragedy before her parents died in childhood deprived her of the remaining fun in her life. The only expectation after that was to kill that man. Once she succeeded, she would lose her life goal and be at a loss.

Death may be a good place...

Mo Tie picked up Sarah and walked out of the tavern. How could she really let her die here? What's more, her alcohol tolerance...

Hey, it's not right. Could it be that she wants to make a fortune by making a fortune and said she wanted to fight to the end, but in fact she was escaping by the way? Then she could express her wish and let Mo Tie make a promise to get rid of Planck and Oluoy?

Social society, good luck sister.

Mo Tie shook his head laughed and cried, ready to take off.

Hum? The black fog has swept across the street? He can even see the skeleton undead with teeth and claws in the black fog, like a mummy that has been dead for a hundred years. There is a little scarlet light in his deep eyes, which is very cunning.

"Oh, let me down." Sarah whispered in Mo Tie's ear. Her face was very red, I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol or other reasons.

The undead arrived early and broke her little thoughts. She could only get off Mo Tie, pull out Demacia's dagger, and wait for it.

Mo Tie was also speechless. He was definitely not sorry for Sarah's amazing touch, but was sad about Shadow Island's despicable character. He clearly praised you for being very punctual in the previous chapter, neither too late nor too late!

He drew out the white long sword given by Oloy and pointed it straight ahead.

"Sarah, follow me and don't be dispersed."

"Yeah, OK."

Sarah seemed extremely well-behaved at this moment.

...

As the black fog rolled, a tall fear knight was under his crotch, a huge war horse as big as a ferocious Chimera. He was wearing a giant black scythe in front of him, and the green flames surrounded the blade, leading a team of undead to the intersection of the Good Luck Bar.

"Hahaha, the desire for killing is rising!" A hearty and crazy roar came from the rooftops on the street.

Olaf jumped high and slashed straight towards the leading Knight of Fear. His axe drew a flashing arc and made a sound of breaking through the air, as if a thunder falling from the sky struck the dead.

“Woooooooooooo…”

The undead let out a terrifying roar, but they were deterred at Olaf's axe. Zhenbing's quenched sharp axe is more deadly than any magic.

Olaf began to sing. This was a song he wrote in advance for the moment of his glorious death. Although the lyrics were simple, the momentum was almost the same as the legends written by the bards walking on the ice field. How long did he wait before he could sing these lyrics out loud? How many times did he fear that he wouldn't have the chance to sing this song at all?

"Where is this crazy man?" Sarah asked, looking over, the heat in her mouth made Motie's ears itchy.

"I don't know, I heard it is from Frelljord."

"Okay, it turns out they were those berserkers. I said why are they so strange? They sang funeral songs and fought with people." Sarah looked at Olaf with a strange look.

"The Burial Song?" Mo Tie was surprised.

"Yes, don't you know? Forget it, let's talk about it later, deal with the situation in front of you first." Sarah held the dagger, waved her hand suddenly, and shot it out.

The dagger accurately hit a dead soul in the chest. "Swoosh", and she pulled the silk thread in her hand and pulled the dagger back.

The undead roared to the sky in pain, and slowly turned into ashes and disappeared.

Mo Tie blocked in front and waved his sword, and a circle of undead was saved.

It was such a magical metal. He looked at the Demacia sword in his hand and was very curious. If the situation did not allow it, he really wanted the fire source to deconstruct the composition of this metal and thoroughly study it.

Olaf's current state is incommunicable, so Mo Tie and Sarah had to bypass him and advance towards the port while killing the undead soldiers.

As more and more undead spirits were seen, they discovered that Shadow Island was not all skeletons, but there were many terrifying creatures made up of animals, such as cow legs, fangs, hook-shaped forelimbs and big claws... all of them were included.

But under Mo Tie's sword, none of these makes sense. He was enough to raise the huge force of the entire continent to use it to slash the soldiers, which was really a waste of resources.

But Sarah didn't know that she followed Mo Tie nervously, always watching the surrounding situation to prevent the emergence of the undead.

"Be careful, that's the shadow of war!" she suddenly screamed.

Mo Tie followed her gesture and saw an extremely tall fear knight ahead, riding on a war horse with a strange proportion. No, it wasn't riding...but his lower body merged with the war horse, like a shadow of a demon in the dark fog.

Behind the Shadow of War, a large group of fear knights followed closely, with a green translucent flame lit on their bodies, holding black spears and swords in their hands, staring at the only living person they met after they came to the island.

"What should we do?" Sarah was a little confused. She had heard of the legend of the Shadow of War, but was in the short story of her mother before bedtime.

In short, he represents fear and nightmare.

"It's very simple, kill him!" Mo Tie waved his sword in his hand without any fear. He had already understood a little now. Even if the undead touched his body, he would only feel a little cold and would not be taken away directly.

Then there is nothing to be afraid of, the magic of the undead is much different from his imagination.

Mo Tie was about to rush over, but he saw a hooded figure jumping from the roof next to him. He landed gracefully on the ground, and his old leather windbreaker spread out behind him. He held a pair of pistols, brass-colored metal slings with several pieces of carved stone.

Suddenly, the street was illuminated by the electric light from the two guns. The dazzling light was particularly conspicuous in the black fog. The hooded man rotated like a whip, and there was almost no pause between aiming and shooting. As the electric light pointed, the black fog even burned, and the undead were scattered invisibly in screaming.

The black fog rolled in the air, leaving with the shadow of war and his subordinates.

The man in the hood put the pistol into the holster and turned his head to look at Mo Tie and Sarah. He lifted up the hood to reveal a heroic face and a pair of sad eyes.

"About the shadows," he said, "as long as the light is enough, they will dissipate."

...The cool way to play, the effect of the costume is full, Mo Tiexin thought.

He recognized the person in front of him at a glance. This was his former natal hero Lucian. He was so scared that his scalp was numb.
Chapter completed!