The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 229 Fyego Trap

"Gwen, let's go."

Zell and Roy came to the bonfire and put their hands lightly on Gwen's shoulders. The latter looked back at them, his strange eyes turned from confusion to determination.

She stretched out her hand to touch the neck, and the circle of imprints on it turned into a delicate crown with emerald green gemstones inlaid on the front.

Afterwards, wisps of white mist evaporated from the crown.

……

In the deepest part of the Shadow Isles, Viego sat on a broken and charred throne.

To his left, stands a torn portrait.There is only the king on the portrait, but his queen has been torn off.

His thoughtful eyes looked forward, which was the different face of Isolde.

Sometimes her eyes are too wide apart, sometimes her cheeks are too narrow.

Her hands were free of the calluses common to seamstresses and rough and deformed by scissors handles and thimbles.

It was she in the rich gown, and it was she in the simple smock.

She is changeable and always the same, but when he stretched out his hand, the illusion immediately shattered.

And here he was, surrounded by the bad waters, the big bad waters that took her again.

When Fyego is not moving, he is like a corpse, or a statue.

He was not breathing, and his chest was no longer heaving.

He no longer has a heart, but it still hurts to think about the past...

From the gap in his chest, tentacles of black mist were gushing out.

These dark fogs of curses, heavy and endless sorrows, poured from his broken heart.

They swept across the earth, ruthlessly attacking everything, draining all life in their reach, leaving only the ethereal corpse green.

It wasn't aimless, though, and as the tide of Fiego's grief ebbed and flowed, the fog kept billowing forward, searching for her.

The evil spirits and ghosts in the fog can do whatever they want, but the black fog will only rush towards her endlessly.

And now, what it found was somewhere on the island.

He nailed the King's Blade deeply into the rock under his feet, and the hard obsidian cracked in response, and the violent vibration spread to the entire Shadow Island.

"Voyego." He couldn't hear the exact words, but imagined the voice calling to him.

……

The waves from the depths of the Shadow Island woke up most of the people in their sleep, and the rest were woken up even if they didn't notice it.

They gathered in front of Maokai, looked at the direction of the shock, and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

"This Fyego trap is really easy to use..." Zell looked at the thick fog in the sky and felt that a storm was brewing.

"What did you say?" Senna asked.

"Nothing, get ready for the battle."

The black mist came quickly, covering the jungle and covering the sky and the sun.

This unnatural situation made the spiders feel uneasy, and hid in their nests to hide themselves in the darkness.

Illaoi poured a large amount of holy ointment into the altar, and the burning light of the golden liquid formed an enchantment the size of half a basketball court, isolating the dense fog.

They stood in the light, and the world around them was weighed down by an impenetrable veil.

The black mist beats like a pulse, approaching inch by inch.The air was getting colder and darker, and then the sound of iron hooves trampling on the hard rocky road could be heard in the distance.

Countless horses galloped, tearing apart the curtain, and there were figures on horseback in the dimness.

The scratching and collision of armor gaps, the swaying of stirrups, fear squeezed the chest like iron pincers.

A standard-bearer held a stationary pennant, but the sound of the flag whipping in the wind was clearly heard.

The trumpeter bit the mouthpiece with his lipless white teeth and blew the attack horn.

The mist screamed: He-ka-ri-mu!

The people present with this name were no strangers. Illaoi and Sarah had faced him in the last Soul Eclipse night.

And now the commander of the cavalry was walking out of the fog, every step shaking the ground, leaving burning horseshoe marks.

"The end has come." Hecarim's voice was thick and rough, and every note seemed to come from the depths of the furnace.

This is a half-man, half-horse monster made of scorched black pig iron. He is extremely huge, looking down at them, his eyes are smoldering flames, and he has insight into everything in front of him.And behind him, the entire cavalry team were not riders, but monsters exactly like this regiment leader.

"Can you stop being so old-fashioned?"

Sarah went forward without fear. Since they had already defeated Hecarim once, it would not be difficult for them to do it again.

"By the ruler of the Shadow Isles, King Viego, I have come to occupy this land. Let my loyal knights bear witness here, I, Hecarim, Conqueror of Hylia, Lord of the Iron Order Commander, I will harvest all the souls here." Not knowing if Hecarim had listened to her words, he fixed his eyes on Sarah.

"You are very brave, I enjoy harvesting your soul!"

"As long as I'm still here, you don't even want to harvest a single soul."

On the edge of the altar, Illaoi has summoned many tentacles of Naga Kaporos, just waiting for the cavalry to rush over to see who crushes who.

The dense fog was suddenly dispersed, and Hecarim took the lead alone, rushing in alone.

The tentacles of the spirit body were split open by the burning sword and halberd, and Hecarim was about to rush into the altar...but the next moment, fierce artillery fire fell on his head.

A ghost ship emerged from the rolling fog, and the cavalry regiment was bathed in shells, and they were thrown off their feet by just one encounter.

Hecarim was fired upon by dozens of thirty-pound cannons, and the cast-iron ghost instantly turned into a heap of scrap metal.

"This guy died just like that..." Sarah didn't even come to her senses: "This is too fast."

"Hmph, I don't want to see whose boat it is." Plank, whose legs were bound, snorted coldly, and was kicked by Illaoi and fell to the ground.

The artillery stopped, and Zell came to Hecarim's body. After his death, the other cavalrymen also scattered and disappeared, and the outside was once again swallowed by sticky darkness.

He rummaged through the corpse for a while, but he couldn't find any dark relics similar to the Night Harvester. It seemed that things like losing equipment didn't happen every time.

Zell deliberately stuck the wave refresh time, and started the decisive battle before he lost control of the Dread.

Hecarim, as the striker of Fyego, is a powerful undead, but his strength lies in his role as the leader of the Iron Legion, and his strength lies in the combat of the legion.

His personal strength is far inferior to that of Rasha the Reaper, let alone the artillery fire that even Rasha can't handle.

After Hecarim's death, the black mist did not subside.

They formed a huge upside-down vortex in the sky, so large that it covered the entire island, making people feel like they would be sucked into nature in the next second.

And in the center of the vortex, a pale figure floated in the air, tentacles of black mist stretched out from his chest, controlling this unnatural storm.

(End of this chapter)