lol: Bind Syndra at the start

The appearance of the 'Maid of the Mist' was an accident, it was a combination of multiple forces.

From the official voice recordings, it can be roughly inferred that it tends towards the Ruined King in soul and consciousness; but its body and behavior are controlled by Yorick.

This characteristic of "body and mind being different" is manifested in daily life as follows...

"Which pit do you think belongs to you?"

A sinister female voice suddenly sounded from behind Yorick, and the resentful sarcasm was like a cold breeze.

Yorick responded with his usual tone, "None of these pits will be mine."

"Why? Are you willing to accept the curse?"

"Because even if I die, no one will bury my body."

On this Shadow Island, no one except himself would remember the customs of humans.

"It seems you realize your fate will be miserable, or worse." The Maiden of Mist's voice continued, "Give up. Only by joining the King can you find true peace."

"I will consider your suggestion, provided you let him appear before me first." Yorick picked up the shovel for filling the soil.

"It's almost there, the curse is spreading, wait until..."

The Maid of Mist's voice was interrupted.

Because a staggering figure slowly emerged from the black fog.

He was a middle-aged man with a swollen and pale body. His right leg was obviously broken, so he walked with a limp.

It remembers this 'person'.

He was washed ashore by the waves and had been dead for a long time when Yorick found him.

This 'person' was then influenced by Yorick's power and became one of the pathfinders sent into the Black Mist.

For many years, Yorick has been using this method to find Viego's location.

But fortunately, Yorick has not gained anything so far.

These tireless corpses only seemed to lead him to more bodies.

The Black Mist and the curse were on their side, and the Maiden of the Mist didn't think Yorick's resistance would be of any use.

However, this time, the Maid of Mist didn't have time to taunt her.

Suddenly, four figures appeared behind the middle-aged man...

Yorick's gaze was quicker than the Maid of Mist's. He saw two men and two women approaching from a distance.

Yes.

They walked over by themselves and didn't seem to be injured at all!

Yorick subconsciously tightened his grip on the shovel.

It's not like he hasn't seen living people over the years.

Every once in a while, the presence of a group of living beings would appear somewhere on the Shadow Isles.

A woman who had already sold her soul to the curse would lure the group of people to the island and then sacrifice them to the evil being.

But before he could take a defensive stance, a withered yellow leaf floated over.

There was a familiar scent on the fallen leaves.

"Did you introduce him?"

Yorick relaxed.

He trusted the judgment of the spirits of nature.

The four men followed the middle-aged man's body and slowly walked over.

Then one of the men, whose appearance reminded Yorick of the warm sun, spoke to him, “Hello, we are your helpers.”

Chapter 443 You are so terrible!

helper?

These familiar yet unfamiliar words made Yorick slightly stunned.

He had no shortage of help before, after all, every once in a while there would be some 'unlucky guy' swept up by the waves.

Even if the only use of those helpers is to explore the way in the black fog.

But who expects a corpse without a soul to make any great contribution?

When the whole world is covered with ice and snow, even if someone gives you a piece of firewood the size of a fingernail, it is worth your gratitude.

The reason why he was stunned was that he found that there was no evil black fog around Ryan and others. It seemed that the "overlord" of Shadow Island was deliberately avoiding these four people.

Yorick didn't understand why this happened; he was able to join the order thanks to his natural abilities.

If he didn't have the gift of seeing the dead, with his brain, he might never have been chosen by those cult members.

But even the dullest brain can analyze from this situation that these four people are very "evil".

If he encountered such an enemy, he felt that he might have a headache.

But the good news is that this group says they are their own helpers.

Yorick laughed, and his gloomy face became particularly hideous.

Like Maokai, who had become a twisted dryad, after a thousand years of torture in the Black Mist and its curse, kindness seemed to have completely severed its connection with Yorick.

Judging by normal people's aesthetic standards, the middle-aged man who had been soaked and bloated looked a little kinder than Yorick.

But the purpose of a smile is to convey a certain attitude.

Yorick made his rough voice as friendly as possible, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He didn't lie.

Because from the moment the Curse of Ruin broke out, he was waiting for help.

"Justice may be late, but it will never be absent."

Ryan casually said some encouraging words, and then glanced behind Yorick.

Those piles of graves are like the oldest way of recording time. Each grave represents a long wait of several years or even more than ten years.

"you're right!"

Yorick's mouth widened.

Many people would complain about the saying “Justice may be late, but it will never be absent”.

To a certain extent, this kind of complaint is tenable. After all, the people who say this live in a relatively peaceful and comfortable era.

Only those who have truly struggled in chaos understand that justice is not a natural thing. It is like a bright rainbow, short-lived and untouchable.

So when it really comes to you, you won’t care whether it is late or not. It’s enough that it comes.

"Do you want us to introduce ourselves?"

Ryan asked.

"No need. I believe in Maokai, so I believe in you."

Yorick's logic is simple.

This simplicity may miss many wonderful things in a complex environment, but it is an extremely correct choice in the current chaotic environment.

"Then let's get to the point."

Ryan's eyes swept through the air behind Yorick, and then he began to talk about their experiences during this period.

The Shadow Isles were completely enveloped in black fog, making it difficult to judge how long they had been there.

But what they can guarantee is that every minute and every second in the Shadow Isles is not wasted.

After all, whether it is dark magic or blood magic, they can support their "masters" to work day and night.

Yorick listened quietly, his eyes flashing white light from time to time.

He waited until Llane finished speaking before asking, "So you've already killed the giant spider hiding in the cave, and the Thresh who was collecting and torturing souls with chains?"

"Correct."

Ryan nodded.

"And you think that even if the mad king wakes up, he will not be your opponent?" Yorick asked again.

"Yes, we have dealt with many beings like that mad king in the outside world."

Ryan has this confidence.

"So not only do you have the power to defeat the Mad King, but the souls who die at your hands will also completely lose the chance of resurrection?"

"Yes......"

Ryan thought Yorick's way of asking questions was a little strange.

But he chose to cooperate.

“Are you sure what you said is true?” Yorick asked again.

Ryan said patiently: "Sure, you can go to that library and that cave to have a look."

Yorick took a deep breath.

The Water of Life that was used as a pendant on the chest also lit up.

"Then you are truly horrible!"

Ryan didn't know how to respond to this, as it felt a bit like what the supporting characters in Long Aotian's novels liked to say.

Fortunately, Vladimir, who was standing by, answered for him: "We still have more terrible means to use."

"Is there something even scarier?!" Yorick was surprised, and this surprise didn't seem fake.

"Yes." Vladimir nodded.

“Is it a method targeting the soul?” Yorick asked again.

"Yes, it specifically targets souls and can make them suffer a fate worse than death."

"So what do you need from me?" Yorick asked.

Lion took over and said, "There are many things we want to know. What exactly happened on this island recently? What kind of changes are the changes in the cursed depths that Thresh mentioned? And where is the mad king now..."

"I can sense that the black fog is undergoing some kind of change, but I don't know the specifics..." Yorick looked at the black fog that had been surrounding him but now retreated into the distance. "They have been repelling me and misleading me..."

"So we have to find another person to communicate with?" Vladimir showed a disappointed look. He originally thought that this gravedigger had some special methods.

"unnecessary."

Yorick looked at Vladimir and said, "My teacher once told me that the world is so beautiful because everything is unexpected."

"so what?"

"In order to fight the curse, I chose to combine my talents and strength with it, in exchange for the ability to control corpses. I thought this ability would allow me to find out the truth about the current situation of this island.

"But I don't know when it started, but I suddenly realized another 'truth': my efforts are completely meaningless. The truth they bring me is often less than what I learned from an accident."

Vladimir: “Accident?”

"You don't understand, but he and she should understand." Yorick looked at Ryan and Syndra.

Because the two people's eyes were not on themselves, but on the hiding Mist Maid.

"Let it out."

Ryan could see an irregular rhythm in the air behind Yorick.

"Look, they've seen you." Yorick turned to the Maiden of the Mist, who had mocked him for nearly a thousand years, and said in her own way, "Give up. Only by joining us can you find true peace."

Chapter 444: A Will Awakens Deep in the Curse

The Maiden of the Mist still wants to hide.

But Yorick now unleashed the power he gained from the curse, and any evil spirit he 'summoned' to appear wanted to obey his will...at least in public.

A cloud of turbid black fog was forced to appear.

Countless different faces rolled back and forth in the black fog, sometimes mixed together, sometimes trying to get out of the range of the black fog. Screams and roars seemed like the background music that sounded automatically when they appeared.

But in the end, those countless different faces transformed into a hideous female face. She looked at Yorick with resentment, and her distorted expression seemed to want to tear this man to pieces.