A dazzling holy light pierced the dark sky. He kept holding the butcher's knife high, and the butcher's pig head was annihilated in the holy light.
The body fell heavily to the ground, and along with the butcher's knife shrouded in black mist, the butcher's body turned into ashes floating in the sky, falling on Edgar's face, freeing him from fear and anger.
"I saw you right, Edgar. You are a natural warrior. Your holy light is different. You can kill many powerful black fog monsters. Even the Butcher is no match for you."
Arriving next to Edgar, Tours laughed and patted the hunter on the shoulder.
"How do you feel now? Can you feel the connection with Kitty?"
Holding the holy stone weapon tightly in his hand, Edgar whispered.
"Lord Turs, I don't know if this is a connection, but I know that Kitty is responding to my voice."
"Haha, that's right. It seems that Kitty has accepted you. In this case, I will give Kitty to you. Use it to eliminate more evil and ghosts. It can play a more important role in your hands. Once the black fog is dispelled, I will take you to the secret stronghold of the Illuminati Sect and hold an initiation ceremony for you."
After calming down, Edgar nodded gratefully and expressed his gratitude to Tours again.
After the death of the Hungry Butcher, calm returned to the black mist. As if he knew there was danger here, the lingering ghosts left one after another and went to other places. After the danger passed, Edgar, whose adrenaline surged, was eager to meet more people. Evil spirits.
"What are we going to do next? Lord Turs, I want to try using Kitty to kill more monsters."
Turs probably guessed Edgar's state of mind at this time, stroking his beard and smiling.
“Go in the direction of Nascote, find the origin of the black mist in Nascote, purify the monsters there, and dispel the black mist.
Edgar, I'm pretty sure that the black mist will not recede on its own this time. These evil spirits and monsters seem to be looking for something besides robbing souls. I think Nascote will be more dangerous than here, but with your help, I There will be greater certainty...grasp..."
Turs closed his mouth abruptly.
"Pap, tap..."
The sound of heavy boots stepping on the floor tiles is full of fatal pressure, and the harsh sound of heavy metal weapons scratching across the floor tiles is like an armed submarine with sonar turned on in the deep sea, attracting monsters from the dark depths, separated by the black mist. Hearing his voice but not seeing him gave Turs the fear of becoming prey.
As Tours's voice gradually became stagnant, the two slowly turned around at the same time, looked in the direction behind them, and grasped the holy stone weapons one after another.
A man dragging an evil sword slowly walked out of the black mist, looking at everything in front of him with indifference as if he didn't take any monsters seriously.
The gray-green elemental robe engraved with axiom normal lines moved without wind. Her long black hair, as black as ink, was tied behind her back and was as high as her shoulders. Her brown thickened high-top heavy boots stepped on Tours and Hercules with every step. Edgar's heart was on the two of them, until the man stopped and turned his attention to himself.
"Is it Elder Yuen? But if it is Yuen, why is he wearing the robe that Alai can only wear?"
Looking at the noble robe that only Yuen Alai could wear, Edgar put down Kitty in his hand and murmured in disbelief.
Turning to look at Edgar, Turs struggled to squeeze out a few wisps of air from his lungs to let himself speak. How many people could the man in front of him have killed under such great pressure?
"Edgar, do you still have people like this in Ixtar?"
"Lester, the great elemental envoy of Ixtal."
After confirming that those annoying ghosts had escaped from him, Lester put Aatrox back into the scabbard on his back. He had probably guessed their identities.
"The hunter Ariel Edgar, and our guest Turs from afar."
Slowly approaching the two of them, Lester had a smile on his indifferent face, greatly reducing the pressure on the two of them.
"I'm here just like you to prevent this disaster."
Having said this, Lester, who took the initiative, deliberately looked at Tours and saluted the middle-aged man.
"Your Excellency Tours, I learned about your good deeds from Elder Marvin. Please allow me to express my gratitude to you on behalf of Yuen Alai and the rescued people of Ixtal. Thank you for extending your support to Ixtal." His helping hand saved the lives of many innocent people.”
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"Big, big... Great Elementalist? Are you the Ixtali Grandmaster Lester who replaced Archmage Wilmot?"
"If the Wilmot you are talking about is the former Great Elementalist, then it is me."
Lester shrugged and patted Edgar on the shoulder, making Edgar feel flattered.
After successfully finding the Light Sect that he most wanted to contact, Lester was in a good mood. There were only advantages and no disadvantages in establishing a relationship with the Light Sentinels as soon as possible. Before the Ruined Legion invaded the material realm, the Emerald Territory must obtain the Holy Stone weapon production technology and enough According to the connection between Shadow Island and the underworld, the holy stone weapon may also be effective against Mordekaiser's underworld army.
The [Holy Stone] used to make Holy Stone weapons can only be found on Shadow Island. There was no clear target at first, but unexpectedly this time, the secret sect that continues on Blessed Light Island was actually found in the black mist.
White robes and holy stone weapons are the best identification marks, and the possibility of making mistakes is very small.
Lester's eyes inadvertently glanced at the gun-shaped weapons in the hands of Edgar and Turs, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. If he guessed correctly, the things in their hands should be holy stone weapons that can restrain the black mist. .
"Lord Leicester...who are you?"
Unlike Edgar, who has completely trusted Lester, Tours has always had a lingering sense of inner peace in his heart. From the Hylia secret technique retained by the Illuminati sect, he has learned a way to distinguish between good and evil. The evil technique is now exerting an unknown effect, whether it is good or bad.
Generally speaking, the more lives a target under observation takes, the more fearful it will be. At this moment, he thought he was well-informed and found that he could not stand in front of Lester due to his own endurance, so he had to withdraw. This technique prevented his expression from looking too ugly.
"You can think of me as an escaped prisoner, Lord Tours. Do you have any questions?"
Smiling calmly, Lester whispered in a friendly voice.
"Please forgive me if I have brought a bad feeling to Lord Tours."
"Lord Leicester, you don't have any problem, it's my problem. Please forgive me..."
Edgar, who had no idea what he was talking about, stared blankly at the two people who were talking to each other with honorifics. The hunter suddenly had the illusion that he was an outsider. Fortunately, the two of them were not procrastinating Riddlers, and they quickly got down to business. .
"No matter what, I must try to dispel this disaster and find the traces of Elder Rogier. I am going to go to Nascote to see the cause of the black fog. I wonder what your Lord Tours plans next?"
"Lord Lester, in fact, Edgar and I are also planning to go to Nascote Village to see if we can prevent this disaster..."
Under Lester's active guidance, although he had some doubts about Lester's origins, Tours still chose to go forward together. He was able to go deep into the black mist alone with a weapon full of evil aura. Based on this alone, it seems that Lester He is definitely not an ordinary person, but whether or not to reveal the news about the Illuminati Sect depends on subsequent contacts and temptations, lest some people with evil intentions know the secrets of the sect and bring disaster.
"Lord Lester, I wonder how much you know about the Black Mist? And... I didn't find you using magic, but you just used this big sword that looked a bit... weird. Could it be that Ixtar's big sword Is elementalist another name for sword master?"
Watching Lester use Aatrox to kill the flying ghost to ashes, Turs's mouth twitched, and Edgar turned his face away in embarrassment, pretending that he didn't hear what he said.
"Absolutely. If you don't know how to fight with weapons and only know magic, how can you qualify to become a great elementalist?"
Under Edgar's admiring gaze, Lester said calmly.
"Whether it is magic or martial arts, it is a means to achieve an end. In my opinion, there is no survival of the fittest between the two. Use the appropriate method to do things at the right time, and never let power and rules constrain you. The footsteps, as for the black fog, I only know roughly that this weird fog seems to come from the lost Blessed Island..."
"I admire you very much. Your Excellency Lester's ideas are very insightful..."
Caught between the two people who were becoming more and more congenial as they chatted, Edgar found that he couldn't get a word in at all. He could only prick up his ears and learn to listen hard, and be a good leader.
The three of them walked all the way. The road was complicated and changeable, and there was also the interference of black fog. It was difficult for the three of them to find the right direction day and night. Fortunately, Edgar was an excellent hunter in Wollaston Village. I could barely recognize the road under the interference of the black fog, and finally arrived at the outskirts of the easternmost village of Ixtar after a day of progress.
Lying on the ground, the three of them quietly approached the entrance of the village, avoiding the ghosts that were wandering aimlessly.
The sky was completely dark at this moment, and the dark green light of the black mist looked even more eerie, illuminating the village of Nascote, which had become a hell on earth.
Thousands of ghosts were wandering in the sky above Nascote Village, and a nauseating smell of blood floated from deeper into the village. I don’t know when a flesh-and-blood eucalyptus board made of thick tree stumps appeared in the open space outside the village entrance.
Rows of crisscrossed wooden piles, hangers and tanning racks extend from the village entrance all the way into the village.
The wooden piles were covered with skinned and amputated human sticks, and hundreds of grey-green corpses whose blood had been completely drained were hung upside down on hangers with iron hooks. As for what was on the tanning rack, it was self-evident. The fishy wind blew by, and hundreds of wet skins swayed in the wind.
The entire village was like a large slaughterhouse, filled with low air pressure that made it difficult to breathe.
Faced with this kind of primitive barbarism and cruelty, even Lester felt a little uncomfortable. Tours and Edgar beside him turned their heads silently and suppressed their twitching. The tumbling stomach bag prevents the sound of vomiting from attracting enemies.
After the two of them had almost adapted to such a harsh environment, Lester whispered.
"Tulse, have you ever encountered such a situation before? Are there any monsters besides ghosts in the black mist?"
"If I guess correctly, this place should have been transformed into a flesh and blood refining workshop by a certain [Hateful Butcher]."
Lester frowned, and Turs's pale face looked very ugly. It was obvious that the hateful butcher in his mouth was not an easy thing to deal with.
"Hate the butcher?"
Turning his eyes away from the fleshy eucalyptus board, Turs retreated into the grass and lowered his voice.
"The Hateful Butcher is a special evil creature with a body on the Shadow Island. It comes from hungry butchers devouring their own kind. The soul of the Hateful Butcher is always eager to devour fresh flesh and blood. This group of evil people likes to dismember, skin and torture living people. , is very powerful. A hateful butcher will usually command dozens of hungry butchers to build a flesh and blood refining workshop, and the enemies inside will be more difficult to deal with than imagined."
Recalling the hungry butcher who almost stabbed him alive, Edgar's face suddenly became unsightly.
Lester noticed another term he had never heard before.
"Flesh Refining Workshop? What is that?"
Pointing to the various meat drying racks in Nascote Village, Turs explained as Edgar covered his mouth and retched again.
"Those evil spirits... they will use the human flesh and blood processed by the butchers to make various flesh and blood bodies, and fill the suitable flesh and blood bodies with powerful evil souls. The flesh and blood refining workshop is the place where the flesh and blood bodies are made.
In the black mist, in addition to ghosts, which are completely spiritual monsters, there are many monsters with physical bodies. The birth of these monsters is inseparable from the flesh and blood made by the butcher. As for how to turn ordinary ghosts into controllable bodies The evil spirits, I don't know much about this... Look, they are coming. "
Turs suddenly closed his mouth as he spoke, and Lester turned his head. A dozen big men with pig heads and wearing butcher aprons walked out of the village carrying a dozen struggling white-striped living people. Different people came out of the village. The pig-headed people have different divisions of labor, each performing their own duties.
Some pig-headed men took off the tanned skin and carried it on their shoulders, while others sniffed the hanging body with their noses, and from time to time removed the mutated body from the iron hook of the hanger. He threw it to other pig-headed men waiting aside, and let another pig-headed man carry it on his shoulders to be taken away.
The leader of the pig-headed man led the human directly to the tree stump. With his left hand, he pressed the kicking man on the fleshy eucalyptus board made of the tree stump. With his right hand, he raised the machete and chopped it off. The fearful head rolled down, and another After a few cuts and pulls with the machete, the man became a human stick. Three strokes and five divided by two, and another pendant was added to the tanning rack and hanger.
The fallen heads and extra limbs were used as snacks for many pig-headed people. They picked them up casually, smashed them, and ate them. A dozen living people were killed in a few minutes.
"Uh-huh..."
Seeing the disgusting scene in front of his eyes, Edgar finally couldn't bear it anymore and vomited it out. By the time Lester and Turs set their sights on the village entrance again, the hungry butchers had already stopped. He picked up the butcher's knife and cast his cold and bloodthirsty gaze over.
"Guys, it looks like there's no need to hide anymore."
