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

Faced with this beam of light filled with cursed power, Foygo remained calm and unmoved, letting it strike him.

The beam of light, filled with the power of the curse, vanished without a trace, as if it had disappeared into the sea.

Is this a joke? To cast a curse in front of the mighty King of Ruin is like showing off one's skills in front of Guan Yu (a legendary Chinese martial arts master).

This curse is probably not even enough to deal with Hecarim, let alone be used to curse Feuergo.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The piercing cry of the carrier of the ominous curse reached Foygo's ears and drew his attention.

Beside Maokai's mangled body, a burly man wielding a shovel was directing a vengeful spirit.

The curse beam just now was emitted by this vengeful spirit.

"Sorry, I forgot about you."

Looking at Yorick, who was standing before him with an agitated expression as if he were about to pounce on him and tear him apart, Foygo spoke calmly.

"Go! Kill him!"

"The Maiden of the Mist!"

Yorick was now consumed by grief and anger, completely ignoring the gap between him and Feuergo, as well as the attributes of the Maiden of the Mist.

How could he remain unmoved when he saw Maokai perish before his eyes for protecting him?

Faced with Yorick's command, the undead named "Mist Maiden" did not refuse.

Instead, it glanced at Yorick as if it possessed some kind of intelligence, as if it were lingering over something.

Perhaps she knew that this glance would be the last.

“His ...

Then, the Maiden of the Mist flashed to Faugo's side and roared as she extended her ghostly claws.

But before she could even touch Foygo, she was swallowed up by a wisp of black mist protecting Foygo's side.

Such an outcome is naturally to be expected.

The undead on the Shadow Isles were all born from the corruption of the black mist.

As the master of the black mist and the king of the Shadow Isles, how dare a mere gold-ranked undead act so presumptuously before him? It's utterly absurd.

After devouring the undead that had developed rudimentary emotions, Foygo slowly spoke to Yorick.

"Honestly, your wife tastes good."

Fóyego's tone was somewhat sarcastic.

"Ahhh!!!"

"asshole!!!"

Yorick finally broke down, and he swung his shovel at Fóyego with all his might.

However, Foygo's gaze only gradually turned colder.

If you don't want to listen, then go die.

Fóyego raised a finger and made a light stroke.

This became the last sight Yorick saw before his death.

"Gulu..."

A round object rolled to the ground.

Yorick stared at the headless body before him, and wondered why it looked so familiar.

......

After killing Yorick, Foljegos raised his hand and hooked.

The necklace that Yorick had always worn around his neck came into Fóyego's hands.

On the necklace was a glass bottle filled with golden liquid.

Feuerge was naturally very familiar with the liquid in the bottle!

Holy Water of Life!

The treasures that were originally buried deep within Fuguang Island! Legend has it that they can be saved as long as a person still has a breath left!

After the Curse of Ruin erupted, the Holy Water of Life also became a rare treasure.

Suddenly, Foygo seemed to sense something, looking at Maokai's mangled body with a strange look in his eyes.

Chapter Twelve, What I Bring You is Rebirth

After sensing the situation with his eyes closed, Foygo opened them with a hint of joy, then reached out and took half of Maokai's remains into his hand.

Then, Foygo found the right spot, broke through the surface of the tree trunk, and reached deep into it.

Although Maokai's body was incredibly tough, it was as brittle as a sheet of paper in Fouyego's hands.

Foygo withdrew his hand, and what appeared in his hand was a tree seed that shimmered with golden light.

Through the holes that had just been dug out of the tree trunk, Foygo saw that the trunk was filled with golden liquid!

It turns out that when the Curse of Ruin erupted that day, Maokai managed to preserve a considerable amount of Holy Water of Life at the last moment!

And he kept it deep inside his body, hoping that one day in the future he could use this holy water of life to save everything on Fuguang Island.

But now, with Maokai's death, these holy waters of life can only benefit Feuergo.

In reality, these holy waters of life were of no use to Foygo at this moment; on the contrary, they were extremely deadly poison!

Ordinary vengeful spirits are not even qualified to touch them; if they are even slightly touched, they will immediately turn to ashes.

But to the outside world, it is a priceless life-saving treasure!

There's nothing wrong with keeping Feuerg as a commodity; it could even be used for future transactions.

Killing Maokai this time was a worthwhile trip for Foygo.

With a wave of his hand, Foygo placed the golden holy water of life along with Maokai's body into a hidden space.

Finally, Folgo turned to look at Yorick's headless corpse on the ground, and after a moment's thought, decided to make use of it.

After all, Yorick's ability to communicate with the dead was indeed somewhat useful.

This can be considered "making use of waste".

In an instant, black mist rolled in and enveloped Yorick's body on the ground.

Before long, a burly, vengeful spirit wielding an iron shovel appeared before Foygo.

"See my king!"

The first thing the vengeful spirit did after it was resurrected was to kneel down before Foygo.

Folgo sensed it briefly and realized that Yorick was indeed someone who could seduce female ghosts on the Shadow Isles even in life.

Even after death, when they were transformed into spirits, they did not lose much of their intelligence and possessed an extremely high level of wisdom.

He just seemed to have become somewhat taciturn.

But he's far better than Hecarim, who's consumed by a bloodlust.

"From this day forward, you shall serve as the chief steward of my royal court."

After thinking for a moment, Foygo finally spoke slowly.

After all, if the business expands in the future, it won't work without someone in charge.

Just now, during the transformation of Yorick in the black mist, Folyago erased Yorick's memories of his previous life from his soul.

Furthermore, under the influence of the black fog, Yorick would not be able to disobey Feuergo.

Therefore, Foljegos had no concern whatsoever about Yorick betraying him later.

"Yes, Your Majesty's command."

Yorick's voice retained the composure he had in life, making him sound very reliable.

After transforming into an undead, Yorick's strength was also enhanced.

Amplified by the black mist, Yorick, now an undead, also possessed the strength of a Gold Saint, far exceeding his strength in life.

Furthermore, given Yorick's ability to seduce female ghosts, he might very well become a great general in the future.

After dealing with Maokai and Yorick, Fouyego turned his gaze northward.

He could clearly sense that a fierce battle was taking place there.

"really......"

Folgo shook his head helplessly. If Hecarim were reliable, pigs would fly.

So he stopped hesitating, took Yorick by his side, and transformed into a wisp of black mist, heading north.

......

Meanwhile, deep within a prison on the Shadow Isles.