"Let you see the horror of Shadow Island!" Hundreds of female voices burst into sharp crying.

"Is this the sound that Jorik has been hearing?" Hearing this scream, Geno felt his scalp numb.

It's really a big deal if you disagree!

The endless black fog was pulled and rushed in from the clinic, like a pitch-black horse, rushing into the black vortex frantically, twisted and stretched by the curse...

Then, a huge undead floating in the air appeared!

She is a collection of countless resentful spirits bound by black fog, and also part of the consciousness of black fog. She is the maid of the mist. In the kingdom of the dead, she is an immortal existence.

Geno snapped his finger and lit his right hand, and threw a spark at the unformed mistress.

Sparks burned a hole as big as a fist on the bat-winged cloak, but it was filled with black solidified weapons and healed.

This made Geno feel extremely difficult. This undead was neither a purely fallen soul nor a collection of black fog. It was like something between the two. His soul fire could not destroy her. The best way to deal with it is to let Jorik take the initiative to remove her.

The mist maid moved, and she stretched out her three-fingered claws toward Geno, and a gray soul bond formed between them.

She was pulling Jeno's soul! It was like black fog pulling the soul of a dying person!

Geno was happy and did not resist, allowing the mist maid to suck his soul away little by little.

However, as the extracted soul entered the body, the empty and ethereal body of the mistress actually felt heart-wrenching pain, and the surface of the solid body fluctuated violently.

As Geno thought, this scent of poisonous milk was so exciting.

At this time, Lucian rushed into the clinic from behind and happened to see the Maid of Mist to extract Geno's soul. Geno's appearance was clearly bewitched.

Before the mist maid broke the bond, he had already taken action.

His murderous intent exploded and his two guns were raised evenly!

Countless light bullets shot out from the two guns, like a series of lightning flashes that broke through the night sky.

The lightning was shining everywhere, and the mist girl was crying fiercely!

She was beaten into a sieve by the blazing light bomb, and half of her body was scattered.

But she still resisted Lucian's holy gun and washed her face. While she was panting, the black mist began to surge into the clinic again to repair her body.

The time for her counterattack was coming, and she flew towards Jeno. She was not interested in Lucian, who had become undead, but Jeno's rich soul contained her, even if she was hot, she would have to take time.

But as she was about to pounce on Jeno, a pure light suddenly burst out of Geno's throat, making her fly backwards as if she was hitting an invisible barrier.

He glanced at the melon-eating crowd behind Geno. They all carried a queen grass rich in life. The mist girl was no longer greedy and extended her soul-catching hand to the injured person on the stone platform.

Her original purpose was to absorb the soul of this dying person, but Yorik did not allow her to do so. Now Yorik hid behind alone, leaving behind this unprotected body...

Endless greed drives her, and her opportunity comes here!

However, the stone gate suddenly moved, Yorik walked out again and raised his hand to relieve the mist girl.

He didn't want this living person who could still be saved to be sucked dry by the fog girl.

"No! You can't do this! You're ours sooner or later! Everything about you belongs to me!"

The whirlpool appeared in the center of the mistress's body, sucking all the soul bonds that had not yet formed by her sharp claws into the center of the whirlpool, turning into a ball and then bursting!

Countless afterimages of the souls roared past Jeno, blending with the black fog, returning to the curse, leaving only a roar of lingering sound in everyone's ears.

The mistress who was blocking the middle disappeared, and Yorik also found that Lucian's muzzle had already aimed at him. But because he took the initiative to relieve the mistress, the other party did not shoot.

"Ahem, there must be some misunderstandings." Geno snapped his fingers to extinguish the soul fire, and slowly pressed Lucian's hands holding the gun: "Didn't you say I'll negotiate? Why did you suddenly take action?"

Seeing this, Jorik continued to remain silent, while paying attention to listening to Lucian's explanation.

The room inside the back door was filled with scrolls, herbs and bottles. He picked up a few familiar things and came to the injured, but looking at the yellow and crisp bandages and the condensed ointment in his hand, he fell into deep thought, as if trying to recall how he would use the items left by his brothers during his lifetime.

"I rushed over when I heard him shouting." Lucian raised his eyebrows halfway through his face, and Geno's words made him realize that the situation seemed not what he thought.

"Oh! My Giant God Peak! It turns out that it's because of this..." Geno held his forehead in annoyance: "Lucian, that roar was about the huge undead just now, it was not that I had a dispute with Jorik!"

Geno had no idea of ​​the possibility of a collapse of the conversation. Yorik was one of the best people he had ever met.

According to his vision, he would immediately form an alliance with Jorik, and then they would go to Maokai to join forces, and try to see if they could bring Carista with them, first help Lucian to train Thresh happily, and finally to the source of the curse to find a solution.

Unfortunately, the first step of the plan to complete such a complete plan occurred.

It turned out that Lucian heard Yorik's loud scolding at Black Mist, thinking that the negotiations had failed, so he decisively killed the Mist Walker and rushed into the clinic to save people.

But this behavior made Yorik feel deceived. He subconsciously summoned his trump card, the Mist Girl, to protect himself, but in the end he felt that he could not compromise with the fierce fighting between the innocent injured parties for nothing.

"If you kill by mistake, you will kill by mistake. Those fog walkers are evil spirits after all. Their survival is a blasphemy of life and will sooner or later be destroyed."

Lucian waved his hand, not feeling that he had done anything. He was originally a bright sentry who was incompatible with the undead.

"Don't I think so? Can justice or evil be defined by appearance alone? Then aren't you the same damn?" Jorick stared at Lucien with a sinister look, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance in his heart.

He took out the glowing glass bottle again and finally gave up using these expired drugs to heal the injured. He is not a professional doctor at all, so if people are people-oriented, it is appropriate to use the spring of life to save people.
Chapter completed!