let go of my anne

Shadow Isles. \top\dot\fiction\

Where the stars fell.

The Shadow Isles are a blank in any historical record of Valoran.

Even if there are many strange stories that are crazy in the world as a reference, it can't help people understand more about this blank land.

Except for the ghost-driven centaur riders who will roam the west coast.

The never-sleeping gravedigger.

The soul lock warden who roams the mainland to ecstasy.

And the most famous mainland top killer Evelyn.

Everything else is fog.

Yes, fog.

The Shadow Isles are surrounded by mist all year round.

Fog envelops thousands of yards of sea centered on the Shadow Isles.

This is also one of the reasons why the Shadow Isles have never been known to the world.

But now.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Since three days ago, the first void rift appeared above the Shadow Island.

Skyfire fell.

The Shadow Isles have no more secrets.

Its mist lifts.

The bony coastal rocks began to appear in the sulfur-scented sea breeze.

Every inch of barren land, under the bright yellow sky, shines with indescribable weirdness.

This is the Shadow Isles.

There are islands full of tangled cobwebs and dense vines, and the ancient coffins are full of rocks and trails everywhere.

There is a constant sound of heavy gold and iron clashing all over the island.

It was the sound of falling shovels, and it was the gravediggers who were still tirelessly burying the old coffins into the deep pit one by one.

In this era of doomsday, the Shadow Isles are open to the whole world.

Or rather, hell.Open to the whole world.

"Kara—"

The crisp and sharp sound of breaking ground.

A hand broke through the long-sealed coffin from the old soil, and saw the sun again from the ground! ! !

Accompanied by this incomparably abrupt and sharp sound of breaking ground.

It is the voice of calling floating over the entire island.

Or rather.call.

"Wake up, wake up, my children, no more sleep."

This is an extremely grand and loud call, it is like the edict of the entire high heaven, welcoming the greatest Holy Spirit.

This voice comes from Dismason.

He stands on the highest point of the entire island.Overlooking every corner of the Shadow Isles.

He is still the body of Thresh, but he has fully awakened, and the original rusty body of Thresh shimmers against the background.

green light.

divine light.

That light connects those cracked domes of the sky.

As Dismason's divine words continued, more majestic and terrifying voids fell together with the meteorite.

Fall to those burial places.

Calling one after another, the dead souls wake up.

This is his, his Dismason's Void Legion.

Before long, they will take the world by storm.

"Wake up..." he called again.

at his feet.Elise, the daughter of the spider, was crawling, and the centaur knight who had set off legends throughout the west coast of Valoran.

They are all respectful.It could even be said that he was crouching at Dismason's feet in great fear.

They have already felt that the situation has exceeded their cognition, and the world is about to be destroyed.

What should they do?

At this time, Elise couldn't help but envy the Evelyn who had been missing.

That bitch, who was the first to go out and enjoy the world, still doesn't know where to hide and laugh.

Really...

"Are you jealous of me?" At this moment.

Evelyn's voice suddenly rang in Elise's ear.

Elise was shocked.Almost jumped up.

It's just that she didn't dare to jump up after all, she just secretly looked around.

"Don't look, I'm right next to you."

Following these words, Evelyn's figure slowly appeared in the air.

as well as.Drizzt.

He slowly appeared in the air, with his arms around Evelyn's waist, he took off his hat gracefully and bowed to Dismason with an incomparable standard.

"Good morning, my dear Desmussen." He brushed off his hat iconically, put it on again, and said with a smile, "You don't seem to welcome me?"

"What do you say? Drizzt, what are you doing here?" Dismason also stopped his call.

But the strong light on his body didn't disperse, they continued to expand, connecting to the sky and the ground, matching the cracks in the sky, the countless dead souls climbing up on the island, and the waves constantly splashing around the island.

He has the demeanor of the king of hell.

"I'm not here to do anything, I'm just here to have breakfast." Drizzt was still personable, paying close attention to his pronunciation.

Especially when it came to pronouncing this word, he also quoted the most complicated Demacia Empire court accent.

"I don't serve breakfast here, leave." Dismason seemed to be frowning, he was still afraid of Drizzt, especially at this critical moment when everyone was plundering credit on this plane.

He didn't want to get hurt and not get enough credit for it.

"No." Drizzt shook his finger, pointed at Dismason with that finger, and said, "I said, I want to have breakfast."

It is still an incomparably complicated court pronunciation.

But it was already an incomparable murderous intent.

"You want to eat me?" Dismason was still calm, exuding an extremely powerful aura calmly.

With that kind of breath, I believe that a smart person would not confront him head-on.

"That's right." Drizzt nodded, extremely serious.

This time, Dismason, knowing that Drizzt, was real, wasn't there, just kidding.

Dismason closed his eyes and opened them again.

Then he said, "You guys go."

You, of course, refer to Elise and Hecarim.

Elise hesitated for a moment.

Though Drizzt looked harmless.

but……

Hecarim has already rushed up.

Relatively speaking, he is a loyal enough subordinate who doesn't think too much.

He resolutely carried out Dismason's orders.

With just a roar, the centaur knight who just stood up called countless war undead to charge in formation behind him.

Facing the huge ghost army rushing towards him suddenly with great momentum.

Drizzt just shook his head.

"Sorry, I don't eat offal, I'm a picky eater."

"so……"

So, bye.

Drizzt waved his hand.

Randomly drew a card.

Don't even look at what's on it.

In the end what kind of fate.

He just threw it out.

To deal with such a small miscellaneous fish, he has reached the point where his fate depends on his heart.

Whatever fate he wants to give him, that is that fate.

Judgment, scepter, sword, death, justice, power.

In short.

Get out.

"Go away," he said.

He hates it most when others disturb his eating. (To be continued..)

ps: I played in Cambodia a few days ago, so I didn't update it.

Sorry everyone.

Start resuming the update.

End.

Please everyone, look forward to it.