I ask you to portray a mama's boy, but you portray a wealthy man?

Chapter 174: Thousands of years later, love remains the same

【pain! It hurts so much! 】

[The vast fog is my boundless and endless sorrow! 】

[We were once beautiful. The curve of her lips, the tenderness in her smile, and her eyes reflected a whole world that made me peaceful and happy! 】

[Love is so vague and fragile! 】

Foyego sat on the dilapidated throne, sitting in the deepest part of this darkness.

The King's Blade, which once represented the supreme royal power of the Kingdom of Kamavia, was nailed deeply into the obsidian beneath his feet.

This is the deepest part of Shadow Island, an area that no human being can ever step into.

Foego looked to the left with a tired face, where was her portrait.

Even though so much time has passed, her eyebrows and her smile are still so clear and gentle.

The woman in the portrait so easily awakened Foego's sleeping mind.

Isolde, my queen, I will definitely bring you back!

Foego murmured, reaching out to touch the portrait, just as he had touched her cheek all those years ago.

I can’t quite remember what my former kingdom looked like. At that time, that land was not yet touched by shadows and pain.

He walked on the ground paved with sand and gravel, with only the beautiful Isulde in his eyes.

Her smile, her frown, her helplessness are all different, yet so clear.

Sometimes, the distance between Isolde's eyes is too wide, sometimes too narrow; sometimes, the calluses common to seamstresses on her hands disappear and become smooth and delicate; sometimes, her hands are held by scissors. The handle and thimble are worn rough and deformed.

But no matter what it looks like, in Foego's eyes it is the most beautiful and moving scenery.

He still remembered the way Isulde looked at the wedding. She was so dazzling in her dress, until she finally became naked in the depths of the palace...

She is ever-changing, but always the same.

Foego looked down at his chest, and his long-established heart was torn apart again amid bursts of severe pain.

"It's time to go out. Only action can we find her!"

Foyego stood up staggeringly and pulled out the King's Blade.

The boundless black fog emerged again, covering the entire space.

The figure of Isulde suddenly appeared in front of Foego's eyes. She was still so beautiful and smiling at him.

Foego stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to hold her hand, but it was like seeing flowers in a fog, and the illusion suddenly shattered.

Then he saw a body of black water surrounding him.

This is true, it was this black water that took away his beloved Isulde from his hands!
Although these black waters once represented life and hope, at this moment, they are nothing more than contaminated death!

Foego brandished the King's Blade with all his might and hit the ground with a howl.

He didn't know how long it took before he stopped and looked back at the portrait.

In fact, there is not only Isolde in the portrait, but also a foolish young king behind her.

That is himself.

It's just that Foyego didn't care, or in other words, he didn't even see himself in his eyes.

"Foyego, what have you become now? You were so suave and in your prime, why did you end up like this?"

He grabbed the portrait, first carefully tore it off of Isulde, and then angrily threw the painting to the ground.

The frame collided with the hard obsidian and shattered, and the canvas inside crumpled into a ball.

"Isulde, where are you? Why haven't you come back to me?"

Of course he knows why. I just don’t want to believe it.

……

Li Mo's voice was very low, sounding suffocating and irresistible.

The audience discussed much less, like a quiet reader, afraid that they would make too much noise and disturb the people in the story.

They had all heard love stories more or less, but they had never been as sad as this moment.

Foego in the story is like a lonely beast who can only mourn alone because he lost his partner.

This kind of unrequited love is so poignant and sad!
In the cozy little house, Lai Liyi was crying so hard.

She stared longingly at Li Mo in front of the camera, her beautiful eyes filled with distress.

"Li Mo, what have you gone through to write such a heart-wrenching story?"

This Foyego story was naturally brought to Li Mo by Lai Liyi.

Back to the story.

For most ordinary people, the appearance of black fog undoubtedly represents a disaster.

In the horror legends passed down from generation to generation, black mist is often a hiding place for ghosts and monsters, carrying life-sucking resentful spirits to attack the living and assimilate human souls.

Even if the sun goes out and the world turns into nothingness, the resentful spirit will remain immortal.

But for Foego, the black mist was nothing more than his endless deep sorrow, pouring out of his broken heart.

The black mist witnessed his touching time that passed away for many years, witnessed his love, and reminded him all the time of those heart-wrenching past!
At this moment, this black mist is sweeping across the land, ruthlessly devouring everything around it. Wherever it passes, all life is drained away, leaving only a cold green.

It is said that green is a symbol of life, but here, it is just the dim light of the ruined curse.

The spread of the black mist is not aimless, but keeps rolling forward, as if it is looking for and chasing something...

In the black mist, resentful spirits and evil ghosts are devouring everything unconsciously and doing whatever they want.

However, the black mist itself was different. It had only one purpose, and that was to rush towards her endlessly.

Further beyond the harbor of Bilgewater and Ionia Beach lies a small riverside town.

Foyego could clearly feel that something was calling him there.

That thing is so familiar, and every time the voice of summons sounds, there will always be a cry of despair.

So Foego took steps in that direction without hesitation.

Along the way, creatures were wailing, trying hard to escape from this thick fog that represented death and darkness, but it was just a futile struggle.

Their final outcome can only be to fall into the black mist and become food for the undead.

Foyego couldn't hear these wailings. There was only that calling voice in his mind.

In the small town, the peaceful and peaceful scene has disappeared, leaving only the ruin and despair shrouded in black mist.

The city wall made of rock was corroded into powder. Foego swung his sword and cut a soldier in two. The man's face was twisted in pain, his body melted into the black mist, and his soul turned into a wraith. He has been loyal to the greatness ever since. The ruined king!

Foyego drove straight in and saw the king of the small town, a fairly heroic warrior.

He suddenly stopped the other party's feeble resistance.

"stop!"

The moment he raised his hand, the roaring black fog, evil spirits, and all the terrifying things behind him all lurked quietly.

This is the order of the King of Destruction, and they dare not disobey it!

(End of this chapter)