lol: Bind Syndra at the start

'Elise' tried to negotiate, but Ryan blocked her mouth with darkness.

If the other party is really a powerful god, there may be a possibility of negotiation.

But for a lucky evil spider, negotiating with it is worse than making a deal with the devil.

After all, if the Despicable Throat had a bit of brains, it would become an extremely difficult opponent. Even a thousand years of accumulation would not be enough to defeat Ryan and Vladimir.

But it is impossible for this war to become so "silent". Perhaps even the recent wronged souls did not notice what happened here.

"Does it work?"

Ryan looked at Vladimir who was approaching.

"can."

Vladimir reached out and pressed Elise's shoulder, and then the blood magic began to take effect.

Amidst waves of shrill screams, the last trace of the Despicable Throat turned into a transparent scarlet glass bead.

This will serve as a reservoir of strength for his upcoming journey.

"The next step is the real adventure..."

Ryan looked at Vladimir, "Any ideas?"

He had no knowledge of the novel Curse of Destruction, and even if he did, the timing wouldn't match.

No one knows what the Shadow Isles is like now.

And although the Clown King looks like a clown in the novel, at least in terms of power, he should not be underestimated.

After all, the opponent's record was brutal enough. Even a strong will like Ionia became a puppet of the curse in just one encounter.

There may be other factors at play here, but if you don't have enough strength, even if you use a creature like Vile Maw and add a hundred buffs to it, it won't be able to defeat Karma.

The latter took the initiative to speak: "I have been here before. Before the power of the curse destroyed this place, the research on magic here was already extremely profound. I think there may still be survivors here."

"I think so too, but I don't think people can live that long, but trees are different..."

Ryan took out the tree sling.

A ray of darkness passed from his fingertips to Shu Jian.

"Get up and look for your friends."

Chapter 431 Library

As the outer darkness gradually receded, the evil black fog slowly filled the gap, and the 'master' of Shadow Island returned to his familiar territory.

But this time only the 'master' came back, and the souls hidden in the 'master's' body did not come with him.

Ryan initially thought it was a 'natural phenomenon' of the Shadow Isles. Even though the background story said that there were immortal ghosts everywhere in the Shadow Isles, the exaggerated description was something even elementary school students could relate to.

Although the designers of Groove are not very good, it is still a bit insulting to Groove to compare them with primary school students.

Perhaps not every evil black fog hides lingering wronged souls. There are always some black fogs that are like ownerless empty rooms, waiting for the next unlucky person to move in.

But as he slowly went deeper into the Shadow Isles, he found that his understanding seemed to be wrong.

"They don't dare come near us."

Ryan looked at the black fog in the distance, then looked at the black fog around him, and finally came to a conclusion.

The black fog in the distance and the black fog nearby were both floating slowly, but unlike the silence around them, there were clearly wronged souls stirring in the black fog in the distance.

Although these wronged souls do not have a spider body as a 'shell' like the Vile Maw, they seem to have a keener sense of danger without the constraints of the shell.

Or perhaps, it was because they still remembered the darkness that was emitted when they first landed on the island.

Even though Llane and Syndra have suppressed the dark aura to the extreme, the wronged souls in the background story who rush to the scene of living people like starving ghosts still stay away from them.

It's like those cowards who like to line up at the second tower, turning an interesting laning phase into a boring custom phase.

“They are communicating…”

Vladimir has a keen sense of hearing, and every reshaping of his body is like an amplification and repair.

Even without the help of magic, he could sense those subtle vibrations in the air.

"What are they saying?" Ryan asked.

"siaixhynauysudn...."

Vladimir uttered a long series of complicated and difficult syllables.

In pursuit of restoration, he also made his voice hoarse, like the noise made by rough gravel friction.

Ryan was silent for a moment, "Speak human language."

"I don't understand. This seems to be a communication language created by these vengeful spirits themselves... What I can be sure of is that this language does not belong to any of the Pan-Valoran languages, and that they are indeed communicating."

After Vladimir finished speaking, he looked over Ryan's shoulder. The tree stalker was lying there quietly. "Did it find anything?"

This twisted jungle is very long, but no matter how long it is, it has an end.

As they moved forward, the twisted plants nearby became sparse, and in the distance they could see large expanses of empty flat land.

"No, perhaps there are no surviving plants in this part of the jungle."

Ryan shook his head. The 'big tree' was not in this area.

After all, the underground nearby has most likely been hollowed out by the Despicable Throat, and there are no conditions for a large tree to take root.

"Then we can only start with dead things."

The 'dead things' that Vladimir was talking about were not those vengeful spirits lurking in the distance, afraid to approach but unwilling to leave.

Any kind of "creature" that is isolated from the outside world for a long time will develop its own social system and way of communication.

These ghosts were once human, but now they have become another kind of being entirely.

They are even worse than the stupid Vile Maw, who at least can communicate and still have a little bit of sanity.

Ryan understood what Vladimir meant, so he asked:

"How much do you remember about this place?"

The Curse of the Ruin occurred very suddenly, so there are certainly no scholars to record the history of the Shadow Isles.

But they can look for the history of Fukumitsu Island. After all, the environment will change, the culture will change, and the "organisms" will change, but the overall structure of an island is unlikely to change fundamentally.

The Shadow Isles were 'born' from the Blessed Isles, so they can infer the current structure of the Shadow Isles from the structure of the Blessed Isles.

Perhaps it would be very difficult for a native of this universe like Vladimir to conduct an accurate analysis across thousands of years.

But the backstory Ryan had read could significantly reduce the difficulty...

Viego is most likely hiding in the former Fountain of Life, or the former Holy Land of Blessed Light Island;

The 'big tree' is located in the area where the vegetation was most lush on Fukumitsu Island, or at least in that vicinity;

......

As for the other 'heroes', their movements were too large to be analyzed, but they also did not affect the overall situation.

Therefore, as long as you find a map, you can seize the 'advantage'.

The place most likely to hide the map is the library specifically described in the background story.

All the knowledge of Fuguang Island is hidden there, whether it is about magic, humanities, history, or those unknown banned books!

Vladimir looked at the barren ground in front of him, covered with gray wasteland, and then looked further into the distance, where a ravine tearing the earth was faintly visible in the black fog.

He pressed his hand against his brow, and waves of soul-tearing pain made him tremble uncontrollably.

But along with the pain, there also emerged those memories that had long been 'gone'.

After killing the Vile Maw, Ryan offered to remove the curse from his soul again.

But he rejected the offer because removing the curse would affect the soul, and affecting the soul would affect the memory.

He would rather endure this pain than delay his 'revenge' due to the loss of memory.

As the pain deepened, Vladimir gradually recalled his trip to Fukumitsu Island...

There was also such a huge ravine on the island at that time, and the specific reason for its formation is unknown.

Some say it was formed naturally, while others say it originated from a dangerous magical experiment, but these confusing information are not important.

Vladimir suddenly remembered something about the library.

He took a deep breath, letting the pain in the depths of his soul slowly fade away, and then he spoke:

"I remember now."

"Where is the library?" Ryan asked.

Vladimir was stunned for a moment, and he glanced at Ryan out of the corner of his eye.

He didn't know why...he always felt that Ryan knew more about this island than he let on.

Vladimir didn't believe that this was the story told to him by the so-called darkness, otherwise why would the darkness only tell you Lion and not Sindra?

But everyone has their own secrets.

A smart person will not reveal other people's secrets, but will keep them secret for others.

"Yes, the location of the library. The locals built it in the north of the Great Rift Valley..."

Chapter 432 We will give you power!

"This place used to be called... Helia."

Vladimir found this long-lost name in his memory.

There used to be many towns on Fuguang Island. If this island is regarded as a country, then Helia is its capital.

Vladimir had been here during the most prosperous period of this city-state, when Helia was like a pearl on the sea.

The people of Blessed Island's use and research of magic may not be as good as those talented monsters in Ionia.

But it was also much stronger than other places at the same time. After all, the master of the strongest human mage currently active, Ryze... came from the Fukumitsu Island at that time.

This brilliant civilization continued until the arrival of the ancient Kamavia people...

The king of the fallen country initially broke into the city-state by force, and then found the legendary water of life under the guidance of a traitor.

Later...the explosion of the Curse of Ruin was like a nuclear bomb, instantly sweeping away all living creatures on the island.

The ending of Fukumitsu Island is like a night flower at sunrise. No matter how brilliant the light is, it will eventually go out.

"So this is the Helia Library?"

Ryan looked at the tall building not far away.

If the body that has lost its life is a human corpse;

So this building can be called the corpse of a civilization to some extent.

The Curse of Ruin can erase all living things, but it cannot erase the buildings built by living beings or the books written and collected by living beings.

The people of Fukumitsu Island may not have been able to give civilization to the years, but the civilization they created has owned the years.

The passage of time has made the library look a little dilapidated, but its general outline has not changed much.

The silent building seems to be trying its best to tell everyone who comes here what it used to look like.

A solemn stone gate stands at the front of the building, and inside is a spacious hall that is extremely eerie.

Thanks to the dead silence that permeated the entire island, the interior of the library still maintained overall order.

The sound of four people's footsteps interrupted the silence that had lasted for who knows how many years.

"Let's look for them separately. Maybe we can find something useful."

Vladimir took the initiative to walk towards the bookshelves.

Groove designers do a lot of bad things, but occasionally they slip up and do something good.

For example, the writing and language of the entire Rune Universe are the same. Even the Shadow Isles, which have been isolated from the world for nearly a thousand years, use exactly the same writing as Piltover, known as the City of Progress.

Maura followed Vladimir. As an artist, she would read a lot of other types of books to continuously expand her knowledge, so she was familiar with various types of books.

Ryan didn't follow, but kept looking around.

The empty library gave people a sense of distant tranquility, but he always felt that there was a subtle "noise" here.

This noise is sometimes far away, sometimes close, intermittent but never stops, like a soft music coming from another dimension.