I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

Hecarim responded immediately, trembling, his head almost touching the ground.

Seeing this, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Foygo's eyes, and then he raised his hand again towards Hecarim, who was kneeling on the ground.

At that moment, black mist burst forth.

Hecarim was shocked.

"no, do not want!"

As the black mist surged forward once more, a flicker of despair crossed Hecarim's eyes.

He was utterly powerless to resist this destructive force!

But the next moment, Hecarim was not surprised but delighted.

Because the power that had just been absorbed by Foygo was now being returned to Foygo.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Hecarim immediately bowed again to show his respect for Feuergo.

The way to govern subordinates lies in using both kindness and severity.

After this back and forth, Hecarim naturally dared not act recklessly again.

"Hecarim, I have a task for you."

"With the Iron Legion, find the undead on the southern coast of the Shadow Isles."

"tell him."

"Submit...or die!"

A murderous glint flashed in Folgo's eyes, and the powerful aura of the Lord of Ruin made Hecarim dare not disobey in the slightest.

"Yes, my dear master!"

Hecarim agreed, then a murderous glint flashed in his eyes once more.

Although he couldn't experience the thrill of blood splattering, being able to fight to his heart's content was still a good thing for him.

When Hecarim looked up again, Fóyego had already vanished without a trace.

Seeing this, Hecarim finally breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that Foygo seemed like a completely different person today.

It has become more unfathomable, more powerful and colder!

......

Currently, there are still three souls on the Shadow Isles that have not yielded.

Folgo sent Hecarim to subdue one of them, while he planned to deal with the remaining two himself.

Because these two people possess the items he desires.

It is the legendary substance—the Holy Water of Life!

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Chapter Seven, The Natural Spirit of Fuguang Island

It's truly laughable that the original "Foyego" was the source of the black mist and the origin of the Shadow Isles' power.

He couldn't even rule the Shadow Isles, a region that arose from his power.

To be honest, Feuergoh was an utterly incompetent king, both in life and in death.

The mess it left behind is enough to bring tears to anyone's eyes and break anyone's heart.

With just a slight sense, Foygo clearly perceived the vast Shadow Isle through the black mist.

There are still several unyielding wills.

Consequently, several regions within the Shadow Isles are no longer under Folyagor's rule.

The first and greatest threat to Foygo is a "demigod" who once belonged to Blessed Island.

It is a natural spirit born on Fuguang Island.

In Runeterra, any elemental life form born from nature can be called a "demigod".

These demigods possess the powerful ability to command the elements, making them extremely powerful beings.

The most famous of them are the three demigod siblings of Freljord.

On the once-famous Blessed Island, there lived a demigod named Maokai.

After the Curse of Ruin swept across the entire Blessed Isle, Maokai, once a demigod, was corrupted by the Curse of Ruin and transformed into a twisted treant.

The Curse of Ruin, triggered by Folyago, destroyed all life on Blessed Light Island, and naturally destroyed its natural ecosystem as well.

Therefore, Mokae also became Fouguere's mortal enemy.

With such a formidable enemy lurking at our side.

What's baffling is that "Foyego" simply allowed Moka to remain, showing no intention of cleaning him up.

How can you allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch?

Moreover, they were enemies with whom we had a life-or-death feud and formidable strength.

Despite being a villain, he lacked even a trace of the spirit of "I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me."

It's only natural that people would use it as "experience points" to level up.

......

Folgo had absolute confidence that he was on the Shadow Isles at this moment.

He's absolutely invincible in a one-on-one fight.

The endless black mist of the Shadow Isles also granted Feuergoh almost limitless power.

Unless it's an attack from a higher level of power, such as the Dragon King or the Void...

Otherwise, normally no one could defeat Fryeglor on the Shadow Isles.

Even the natural spirit of Fuguang Island—Maokai!

After assigning Hecarim a task, Folyad headed towards another location on the Shadow Isles.

......

On the devastated, utterly corrupted Shadow Isle.

It's hard to imagine that there could be such a corner teeming with signs of life.

The trees and flowers have maintained their appearance before they withered and decayed.

In the center of this forest stands a towering, greyish-white tree.

The treetops and leaves now showed signs of decay, and the towering branches looked like withered and decaying ghost hands at first glance.

Clearly, even this towering ancient tree was not entirely unaffected by the Curse of Ruin.

Beneath the ancient tree, a burly man with blue skin wielded a shovel, digging one pit after another.

After a long while, the burly man stopped and stood there silently.

His name was Yorick, and before the Curse of Ruin was unleashed, he was a member of the Order of the Blessed Isles.

He was also the only one who survived after the Curse of Ruin was unleashed.

As the saying goes, those who survive a great calamity are sure to have good fortune in the future.

After surviving the Curse of Ruin, Yorick gained the ability to manipulate the dead.

Using this ability, Yorick practiced the Order's teachings, striving to ensure that the souls of those who died under the Curse of Ruin could rest in peace.

Yorick discovered this land of life by chance.

He could sense that within this seemingly vibrant forest lay a great and peaceful consciousness.

However, due to the same curse of ruin, this great consciousness was now restless.

Even so, this consciousness did not attack Yorick, but tacitly approved of Yorick's actions.

Perhaps it was Yorick's respect for life that moved this being.

From that time on, Yorick spent his days collecting corpses on the Shadow Isles, bringing them back, and burying them in this land of life.

Today, as usual, Yorick searched the Shadow Isles for several remains and brought them back to the graveyard in the Land of Life.

"Rest in peace, brothers."

Yorick murmured, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

The barrier surrounding the Shadow Isles not only traps the raging, churning black mist, but also Yorick on the Shadow Isles.

Yorick was unable to cross the surrounding barrier to reach the outside world.

Thinking of this, a trace of sadness appeared in Yorick's eyes.

Without realizing it, Yorick reached into his clothes.