lol: Bind Syndra at the start

After realizing that it has this tendency, it will talk to itself every once in a while to consolidate its will...

If it encounters a situation that is really out of control, it will resolve it in another way.

For example, immersing yourself in that violent emotion, and then relieving the rage by killing the vengeful spirits in the black fog.

Countless experiences have proven that this method is very effective. It can not only relieve the violence accumulated over a long period of time, but also provide a short period of peace and quiet.

And this time...

As Maokai's mumbling gradually became unclear, the surrounding black fog approached like a shark smelling blood.

Whether it is the black fog or the resentful spirits trapped in it, they all have an uncontrollable "instinct" - when they encounter souls that may fall into it, they will involuntarily pounce on them and try to pull them out.

Even though this scene has been played out countless times, those short and chaotic memories make it impossible for these vengeful spirits to remember anything.

Especially after being torn apart once and "reincarnated" again, they will become new vengeful spirits as blank as paper.

"You shouldn't exist!"

'Om'

The wind on the Shadow Isles suddenly began to howl.

The desolate ground seemed to be filled with the sound of some kind of war drum.

Countless twisted tree roots broke out from the dry soil. The twisted roots climbed up in the black fog and directly crushed several vengeful spirits hidden in the black fog.

Maokai's empty gaze fixed on another patch of black fog, and the entire tree face became even more hideous and terrifying at this moment.

A big tree is a forest.

For a nature spirit of Maokai's caliber, there was no place on the island where the bodies of his descendants were not buried.

And when it starts to rage, these corpses become its weapons.

Huge branches kept rising from the ground and waving towards the evil spirits.

Shrouded in endless black fog, only the dim light emitted by the shattered ghosts can remind it of the warmth of the past.

The roar echoed throughout the decaying jungle.

Countless vengeful spirits emerged from the black fog, and were then crushed by the waving branches.

The whole process didn't feel like a battle, but rather like some kind of set assembly line.

After an unknown amount of time, the surrounding black fog gradually became thinner, and the furious Maokai's movements also became a little slower.

This is a sign that it is about to wake up. After clearing the last remaining black fog, it will gradually regain its sanity.

But at this moment, Maokai, still furious, saw several figures reappear in the distance.

......

......

"Is this the evil tree ghost you were talking about?"

Ryan said as he looked at the huge figure in the distance that looked like a small mountain.

"That's it."

Thresh's will-o'-the-wisp isn't shaking very stably.

He knew Maokai would go crazy every once in a while, but he had never expected to encounter it himself.

Before, he was thinking about how to kill these people, but now he was thinking about how to survive from under the angry branches of Maokai.

'Buzz'

The ground began to vibrate.

The soil that had been compacted countless times over the long years began to move at this moment. Countless bulges appeared from the ground, and then surged towards this side from the direction of the huge figure.

From Ryan's perspective, it was as if countless huge pythons suddenly appeared on the barren ground.

And behind these giant pythons, there was a movable mountain crashing towards them.

"You have to subdue it first, otherwise we will be crushed to death..."

Thresh's lies cannot be trusted.

But Lion also discovered that Maokai's current state seemed a little off, so to be on the safe side...

He walked forward and said to the three people behind him, "I'll leave him to you."

"No need for it?" Vladimir had been waiting for a long time.

"We've got better guides..."

Ryan's voice disappeared along with his figure.

Thresh realized something was wrong later, but before he could take any action.

The familiar gloomy atmosphere imprisoned him completely.

Thresh looked at the woman with long silver hair. There was a power in her eyes that made his soul tremble.

But the woman did not take any further action.

Instead, the man in the scarlet robe next to him walked towards him.

"You can't kill me!" Thresh said.

"Oh?"

"Every soul slain is reborn in a curse!" Thresh looked at Vladimir. After realizing his disguise was gone, he began to speak in a terrifying manner. "Trying to kill an unkillable being is foolish. Because what can't kill me only makes me stronger!"

"Really?" Vladimir smiled playfully. "You might not believe me, but I've been killed countless times. I know the price of death."

Thresh: "What nonsense!"

He himself is a ghost, but he feels that the man who had acted with him before is even more ghostly than a ghost!

"Every time you go through the phase of being killed, a part of your soul is missing..."

Vladimir's words caused Thresh's will-o'-the-wisp to shake violently.

"...But you are lucky. This time I will not let your soul slowly become incomplete. I will completely absorb it."

Everyone who knows blood magic knows that it can reshape the body.

But only true masters of blood magic know the impact of blood magic on the soul.

A scarlet magical light appeared in Vladimir's palm, and then he plunged his hand directly into the burning will-o'-the-wisp fire on Hammerstone's skull...

Chapter 438 Killing Thresh

Thresh is a little clever, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to deceive the elders and the mad king.

But the reason why he was able to deceive those people was more because they didn't know his true character.

Being weak can indeed be a kind of camouflage, especially in this world with magical powers. The gap between the strong and the weak is far greater than that between humans and ants.

No one would always be on guard against an ant, even if that ant could deceive people.

However, in front of Lion, Thresh's cover color not only did not exist, but instead a sign saying "I am a bad guy" was hung on his forehead.

When you know a person well, trying to trick and deceive him is as easy as playing basketball with a chicken.

Vladimir's palm was not burned by the ghostly green fire. Instead, the scarlet power attached to his palm also began to burn after encountering the ghostly fire.

Under the control of some will, countless fine scarlet streams of light gradually enveloped the dark green will-o'-the-wisp fire.

Who knows how to torture others the most?

Not those experienced executioners, but those who have been tortured by others for a long time.

Vladimir, who had been tortured by the curse of blood magic for nearly a thousand years, knew how to crush a person's will and break down the defenses of his soul.

The power of blood magic immediately began to skillfully divide Thresh's soul after touching it.

Every division is a tearing of the soul. No one knows better than Vladimir how fragile the so-called strong will can become in such extreme pain.

Gradually, countless 'pictures' emerged in Vladimir's eyes.

They are Thresh's memories.

This illusory existence appeared in Vladimir's sight in a certain concrete form at this time, and what he had to do now was to find out the deepest and most painful memories among the complicated memories, and then continue to activate these memories.

Memories stir emotions, and emotions stir the soul.

At this time, attacking the soul can often achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Countless scenes emerged in Thresh's mind, and those scenes of humiliation and pain surged into his chest like waves and hit the depths of his soul.

"You...die..."

"Crash..."

After Thresh uttered two "words" with difficulty, he was interrupted by the sound of an iron chain falling to the ground.

Under the suppression of dark magic, every resistance of Thresh will be nipped in the bud.

His death was actually destined the moment he was discovered by darkness.

No matter what he chooses, whether to act or fight back, it is meaningless in the face of the huge gap in strength.

Just like the countless poor souls he had chosen, struggling did not mean an increase in hope of survival, but rather the beginning of endless pain.

The blood magic roughly "combed" Thresh's soul in a very short time.

The process of "combing" is accompanied by the corrosion of the soul, so when the combing is completed, it means that the so-called "Thresh" no longer exists.

The will-o'-the-wisp that had lost its will turned green again, but it no longer swayed like before, but stood quietly in the air.

As if it had smelled the scent of "death", the black fog that had been lingering in the distance for a long time finally couldn't contain its desire for souls.

The fear surrounding them faded under the influence of certain rules, and a desire from the depths of their souls made them slowly approach the will-o'-the-wisp left by Thresh, trying to devour this power of the curse again.

But Sindra's gaze now turned to the thick black fog.

She actually didn't quite understand why Vladimir would go through all this trouble to kill a 'ghost'.

For her, fighting has always been simple.

A dark magic ball condensed at the front of the black fog, and then it smashed around without any skill.

Every time Syndra makes a move, she demonstrates what it means: the highest level of power often only requires the most primitive use.

When the Dark Orb passed over the Shadow Isles, the black fog that had been lingering on the island for nearly a thousand years finally understood what true evil was.

The essence of the Black Mist on the Shadow Isles is to strengthen itself by plundering other souls, while darkness is indiscriminate, eating whatever it touches...

Whenever the shattered soul turned into gray airflow and was about to be recovered by the black fog, the darkness would always get ahead of the black fog and devour the soul power.

Even... under Syndra's manipulation, darkness began to try to infect the black fog transformed by the power of curse.

Under this strange attack, the black fog chose to retreat.

It is their instinct to consolidate the power of the curse, but losing more for that little bit of power is not worth it.

At this time, Vladimir dyed the green ghost fire red with scarlet light, and then restrained it from the hideous skeleton body.

Thresh, who is enough to be ranked among the top villains in the background story of League of Legends, lost the opportunity to be "resurrected" silently.

And his death was far more torturous than those of the innocent islanders who were swept by the Ruinous Curse.

No one knew what it felt like to have a soul split thousands of times in a short period of time, nor did anyone care that the skeleton, having lost the support of the soul, fell to the ground and then turned into ashes.

Vladimir, holding the scarlet soul sphere in his hand, noticed that the black fog in the distance was fleeing again.

This time they ran until they were twice as far away as before before they dared to stop.

Obviously, the darkness left an unforgettable impression on these vengeful spirits who hid in the black fog all day long.

Without the obstruction of the black fog, hazy light slowly descended from the sky. If the ground beneath their feet had not been shaking, Vladimir would even have thought that they were not on the Shadow Island, but in some barren corner of the continent.

"Please use darkness to devour this soul." Vladimir said to Sindra who had just finished her work.

“Why bother?” Syndra asked, swallowing Thresh’s remaining power with darkness. “I can just erase it.”

"Because Ryan is a kind person." Vladimir explained slowly.

Perhaps Syndra didn't see anything from Thresh's lies, but she had already discovered Thresh's nature from those clues.

The souls in the lanterns that Ryan initially destroyed were living evidence of his crimes.

After understanding Lion's character, Vladimir knew that the other party definitely didn't want Thresh to die so easily.