I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

This place used to be where the Blessed Isles Order imprisoned criminals, and Thresh was one of its guards before his death.

After being transformed into an evil spirit by the black mist, Thresh returned to this place once again.

Thresh, covered in emerald green, had a distorted face and eyes that gleamed with an evil light.

"Oh~"

“我纯情的王呐，你竟然杀死了那个扭曲:,'5,7'备:.用.?群'8::?5.!0,2"'9!:6;5,'0!!"１的树精。”

"Let me guess, what has made you care about things outside of Isuld?"

A hint of seriousness flashed in Thresh's eyes.

The chaos on the Shadow Isles had been going on for quite some time, and Fryegor had never intervened before.

Now he has suddenly killed the powerful Maokai.

Is this just a coincidence, or is there some other reason?

Folgo's starting to care about things other than Ysulde is not good news for Thresh.

If Fryegor really waits until he turns the Shadow Isles into an impenetrable fortress, then he might not have a chance.

Fortunately, he had a winning strategy.

Thresh cast a sinister glance at the lantern in his hand.

Inside, a woman, her soul broken, was imprisoned.

It seems the plan needs to be implemented as soon as possible.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

Thresh looked up at the gloomy, dark sky over the Shadow Isles and let out a chilling laugh.

......

The northern part of the Shadow Isles, once a beach, has now become a battlefield.

Hecarim was now completely blinded by rage, and he could no longer distinguish whether the people beside him were enemy undead.

It was the Iron Order Shadow Knights who followed him.

This murderous evil spirit, its entire body encased in steel, was now tirelessly wielding its halberd.

The area within dozens of meters of Hecarim has become a no-go zone in this battle.

Anyone who dared to step inside was torn to pieces by the halberd that shimmered with blue flames.

In the distance, a ghost shrouded in a wide black robe calmly observed everything.

"Ah~"

"O murderous soul!"

"What's making you engage in this pointless battle?"

The ghost waved its black staff and spoke in a strange, almost singing tone.

Chapter Thirteen: Surrender or perish, choose one.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost waved his staff, and a wave of magical energy carrying the aura of death swept across the entire area.

These were the undead legions under the Ghost's command, originally weaker than the Shadow Knights of the Iron Legion.

But as the black phantom unleashed its magic, the aura of the undead legion suddenly surged.

While they may still not be able to compare with Hecarim's Shadow Knights, their numerical advantage is enough to rival them.

On the Shadow Isles, battles between the undead do not result in annihilation.

Instead, after being torn apart, it will fall into a period of weakness before recovering.

Unless one experiences multiple deaths in a short period of time, the fighting among the undead on the Shadow Isles is generally not fatal.

This also means that once a conflict arises among the undead on the Shadow Isles, it is destined to be a long and protracted struggle.

In fact, regardless of its own strength or the strength of its subordinate legions.

This Black Spectre is far inferior to Hecarim and the Iron Band he leads.

However, the Black Phantom exploited Hecarim's weaknesses and his own magic, commanding his legions to fight the Shadow Knights of the Iron Legion to a standstill.

If this continues, he may even gain a significant advantage.

"Please listen to the lament of the lost!"

Rest in peace!!!

Suddenly, the ghost began to chant a requiem, and powerful magical energy began to condense in the air above the battlefield.

"boom!"

After a brief pause, a pale beam of light descended from the sky, instantly tearing apart the bodies of more than a dozen Shadow Knights.

Relying on this powerful magical attack, the Shadow Legion under Ghost's command instantly overwhelmed the Shadow Knights of the Iron Legion.

In an instant, the situation on the battlefield was reversed!

......

At this moment, above the battlefield, Foygo was floating in mid-air with Yorick.

Looking at the battle below, Foygo's eyes flashed with admiration as he looked at the black-robed ghost.

This kid is a talent!

The 21st century... no!

In Runeterra, what is most important?

Of course it’s talent!

If a dignified king of ruins did everything himself, wouldn't that be incredibly low-class?

In the original world, why was Folyago so easily destroyed by the Sentinels of Light?

The lack of subordinates who benefited was also one of the direct causes.

Just think about it, what kind of rotten fish and rotten eggs were the original Foygo's men?

Thresh, what a traitor, always looking to stab someone in the back.

Vigus, the infamous "tanking Poppy," started tanking before the game even began, and eventually just quit altogether.

Hecarim, a madman, his IQ drops to -200 at crucial moments, what's the point of fighting?

Just like now, their ferocity was aroused, and they didn't distinguish between friend and foe, killing Shadow Knights one by one with great relish.

Finally, even the only decent and capable Kalista was betrayed by Fóyego.

Look at this, if Fryego doesn't lose, who will?

This is why the current Foljegos is unwilling to let go of even someone of Yorick's caliber, insisting on "making use of waste."

Have no idea!

There's really no one else I can use!

At this moment, looking down at the black-robed ghost, a hint of relief flashed in Foygo's eyes.

There are still a few talented people on the Shadow Isles.

Next, we need to deceive...

Oh no!

They recruited this talent, or rather, this "genius," onto the ship.

......

As the Black Spectre's legion of the dead gradually overwhelmed the Iron Legion's Shadow Knights.

The scales of victory began to tip toward the Black Phantom.

Just then, two figures appeared in the sky above the battlefield.

"The King has arrived! Kneel and pay homage!!"

At that moment, Yorick let out a loud, rough roar, drawing the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

Of course, Hecarim is an exception...

At the same time, Folgo also released the absolute aura of the King of the Shadow Isles.

An extremely powerful aura immediately pressed down on the undead, making it impossible for them to breathe.

Having done all this, Folgo turned and gave Yorick a satisfied look.

Indeed, the time spent transforming Yorick was not wasted. After becoming an undead, Yorick was quite perceptive.

Knowing how to help the boss put on airs... enhances the boss's authority!

With the arrival of Fryegrass, the battlefield has completely ceased fighting, except for the frenzied Hecarim who continues to slaughter indiscriminately.

The way to govern subordinates lies in using both kindness and severity.