lol: Bind Syndra at the start

Ryan had played Kalista many times in his previous life.

but now......

The two looked at Yorick.

The latter thought for a moment and said, "I have come into contact with them. Kalista is a wandering spirit that hunts down traitors, and Hecarim..."

He turned and looked at the Maiden of the Mist. "Hecarim often came with his knights to capture me. Without her protection, I might have become a vengeful spirit lost in the black mist."

The Maiden of the Mist who was mentioned subconsciously wanted to refute something. She didn't want to protect Yorick at all.

It was the latter who forcibly controlled her body to resist the damage, and then he hid behind her and cunningly used a gravedigger's shovel to attack those brave knights!

But after sensing the two gazes that followed, she shrank back into the black fog obediently and endured it all silently.

"Can we find him?" Ryan only cared about this.

According to normal logic, it is time for the next group of NPCs to appear.

"It's difficult." Yorick shook his head, "But we can find another one."

Ryan: "Calista?"

Yorick: "Yes. All it takes is one person breaking their vows, and she'll find them."

"But has anyone here made any vows?" Ryan's gaze was mainly on Vladimir.

"I didn't...at least I can't break my promise here." The latter spread his hands helplessly.

"We have a ready-made target." Yorick seemed to have his own ideas. He turned around and looked at the Mist Maid again.

The Maiden of the Mist, who had once been extremely arrogant and treated Yorick as an object of torture and venting, inexplicably sensed a sense of fear in that honest look.

"She has sworn an oath to the Black Mist, so all we need to do is make her break that oath. Then, both Kalista and the Black Mist will find a way to kill her."

The Maid of Mist was stunned for a moment, then...

“*&**…………**……”

Chapter 446 Calista

The Maid of Mist cursed filthy words.

Later, even the entire black fog began to shake, and countless different faces emerged from the black fog, but at this time these thousands of faces were extremely unified.

They were all insulting Yorick harshly.

However, in the face of countless insults and resentments, Yorick just looked at them quietly, and a simple smile appeared on his face again.

"It turns out you have so many tricks up your sleeve."

Yes.

He was sighing.

For nearly a thousand years, the Maid of Mist had been mocking him with those words.

So much so that when he heard these new words, he was actually a little surprised.

Ryan pursed his lips silently, then distanced himself from Yorick.

Perhaps this gravedigger was a completely honest man before the curse broke out.

But thousands of years of torture seemed to have perverted some of his interests and hobbies.

He turned around just in time to see Sindra listening intently to the filthy insults.

Ryan reached out and pinched Sindra's fair cheek, "Don't learn these."

"?"

Syndra's face is thin and delicate, but after being curved by Ryan and coupled with a face full of confusion, she actually looks a little cute on this evil island.

"Swearing is not nice."

Ryan was really worried that Sindra would learn bad things.

After all, he just learned some bondage techniques from Shu Jian not long ago, and now he is learning these swear words. What is he planning to do?

"Oh."

Sindra finally nodded.

After Ryan let go of her hand, she lowered her head and smiled imperceptibly.

This gentle interaction seemed to remind her of some beautiful scenes.

As the master of darkness, a simple flirtation in the Shadow Isles is not an exaggeration.

But kind-hearted Ryan quickly turned his attention to other things.

The Mist Maid, who had previously shown fear and timidity when she looked at her, suddenly became hard at this moment.

Countless faces in the black fog were stuck to this side, staring back at Ryan with their resentful eyes.

The shrill sound was like someone scratching fingernails across a blackboard, or like someone deliberately dragging an iron rod across the ground.

"I will not betray the Black Mist, much less the King. You can kill me here, but it won't be long before you will all be buried with me!"

Apart from the Maid of Mist's appearance and voice, these words sound like the words of a loyal minister or general.

"We won't be buried with you, because you won't have a second chance. Even if we die in the Black Mist, there's a chance we'll become evil spirits with memories and a certain degree of autonomy." Yorick's voice sounded slowly.

"The worst that could happen to us is that we become like you, and then you'd be miserable. You wouldn't even leave a corpse behind."

The tragic atmosphere that the Maid of Mist had finally mustered up the courage to create was easily torn apart by Yorick, and the simple-minded smile that immediately appeared on the latter's face was as if he had torn it apart and then stepped on it.

"..."

The Maid of Mist froze, as did the other faces in the black mist.

But after a few seconds, she uttered a resentful voice, "No matter what you say, I will never betray Black Mist!"

The other faces in the black fog also roared at this time.

Between death and death, they chose a 'heroic' death.

The chaotic logic makes them lose the ability to think, but it also makes them become stubborn.

But just as the Maid of Mist and the other soul fragments were using their own ways to create a 'tragic' atmosphere, Ryan suddenly spoke:

"Is it possible that you miscalculated something?"

"Roar!"

Ryan's response was countless overlapping roars.

"Scream, scream now while you still can. But don't scream when you see Kalista. Watch out for her long, thick spear that she'll use to penetrate you."

Maid of Mist: "I won't make wedding dresses for you!"

Ryan looked at her and finally couldn't help laughing. "I don't know if you can make a wedding dress, but have you forgotten what you just did?"

"I rejected you!"

"What about further ahead?"

“?” The Mist Maid’s brains were not enough.

Ryan kindly reminded them, "Is it possible that telling us what happened in the Cursed Depths is itself a betrayal?"

"?"

The Maid of Mist was stunned for a moment.

Then, a cry even more miserable than before suddenly resounded throughout the cemetery.

......

......

The endless black fog looks like a starry sky.

And those souls trapped in it without any reason are like stars that never stop roaring and sobbing...

But as one of the last remaining evil spirits on the Shadow Isles, Kalista is different from those fallen low-level vengeful spirits.

Hatred and sorrow took over her mind, and revenge was the best way to vent these emotions.

To prevent her hatred from fading over time, she created a special ritual with the power of black fog and curse.

Through this ritual, her power can even spread beyond the Black Mist-shrouded Shadow Isles.

During the previous soul-eating nights, other evil spirits were recklessly pursuing life and killing.

Only she chose to spread a story of revenge among those civilizations.

And it turns out that the seeds she planted have sprouted.

In the coastal city-states closest to the Shadow Isles, there is a legend that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

It is said that there is a ghost in the shadows who hunts betrayers. As long as you are willing to sacrifice your soul, she will emerge from the black fog and chop off the betrayer's head for you.

Kalista could no longer remember how many traitors she had killed. The souls who had made a pact of revenge with her had slowly confused her will.

The souls who voluntarily signed contracts with her allowed her to gain power independent of the black fog, but the strength of her own soul became a shackle to this method.

At first, Kalista chose to let go of those insignificant memories, leaving more room for those souls to "integrate".

But as time goes by, more and more souls force her to make more choices.

She gradually forgot what was important and what could be discarded...

This confusion has continued to this day. For Kalista now, apart from the hatred in her heart and the ceremony of concluding the contract, she has almost forgotten everything about herself.

At this moment, the vengeful ghost was sitting quietly in the place that belonged to her, recuperating and waiting for the next round of revenge.

But the black fog surrounding her suddenly began to boil, and countless sounds rang out from the depths of the black fog...

And these voices eventually converged into a single word that resounded directly from the depths of her soul:

"Kill it..."

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Chapter 447 Fisherman and Fish

"What are we going to do when she comes? Kill her?"

Black fog emitting an evil aura swirled and accumulated around, like cumulonimbus clouds before a rainstorm, blocking out all light.

Against their backdrop, the cemetery surrounded by them in the center looks clean and like a sacred temple.

At this moment, somewhere in a sacred cemetery.

Vladimir, wearing a scarlet noble robe, asked Ryan about his inner doubts.

His long life and countless role-playings have given him insight into the power struggles among living people of all classes.

But those experiences about living people obviously cannot be applied to vengeful spirits and evil spirits.

In this situation, Vladimir prefers to give the decision-making power to the strongest person in the team.

After all, the other party always has magical intelligence that they have obtained from the "darkness".

This is a kind of trust and also a friendly temptation.

He wanted to know where the limit of 'darkness' was.

Ryan's eyes were always looking into the distance.

While they were waiting for something to happen, the few of them didn't get together again.

Yorick went to the edge of the cemetery and proved with his own actions that digging graves is as long as life goes on.

He was digging deep pits one after another to make enough space for the 'corpses' that might arrive at any time.

The Maiden of the Mist was bound to Yorick by the power of the curse, and countless overlapping voices continued to ring out from the black fog around her. They were thousands of completely unique insults and sarcasms.

As if realizing that her 'life' was coming to an end, the Maid of Mist chose to give her all in her final moments.

Sindra and Maura sat on the other side. From time to time, they looked in the direction of the black fog and at the tombstones, as if they were discussing some profound topics about life and death.

Ryan retracted his gaze when he heard Vladimir's question. He had just been emptying his mind to search his memory for things about Shadow Island.