Endless assassinations, blades and gore. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ever since the guilds of Noxus discovered Tyrone, such assassinations have become more frequent.

Tyrone has killed countless killers under his sword, and Tyrone has thrown their bodies into the moat to show the guilds of Noxus that he will not give in.

But the assassination never stopped.

In the frequent assassinations, Tyrone's knife skills became more and more proficient, and the assassins sent became more and more dangerous.

Looking at the dozen or so people surrounding him in front of him, Tyrone could feel from their body movements that they were all masters of the masters.

"Let's do it quickly."

Raising his eyebrows, Tyrone's side face opened a cold arc in the sun, and the silver-white blade in his hand "buzzed", as if he couldn't wait to drink blood.

The killers who surrounded Tyrone had solemn faces, and none of them dared to take the young man in front of them lightly. You know, the corpses in this moat are piled up into a hill!

"Ding"

The blade struck, and Tyrone's figure was like a ghost.

"Poof"

Under Tyrone's extremely fast body, any resistance was futile, and in just a few moves, the killers fell one after another.

The only three remaining killers held the sword in their hands tremblingly, and looked at the young man in front of them in horror and inexplicably.

This boy is only fifteen or sixteen years old! The sword technique is so exquisite?!

This speed is really too fast!

Looking at the three killers in front of him who were trembling all over, Tyrone had a faint disdain in his eyes, like looking at a poor insect that was about to die, "In addition to being weak, do you have anything else that you can handle?" ”

The knife flashed.

There were three more corpses on the ground, and Tyrone stepped over them indifferently.

"Wait."

A majestic voice, accompanied by a dark shadow, blocked Tyrone's path.

Tyrone clenched his bladed hand, tightening. In his eyes, which have never been a little unwavering, a little solemnity flashed.

His intuition told him that the person in front of him was not easy to deal with.

"Whew"

The sound of the cloak breaking through the air, the black shadow in front of him, moved.

The sword light and sword shadow, Xiao Jue, who was fast in the body of the two people, couldn't see it clearly, but he only knew that the figures of the two people were staggered and separated, separated and staggered, and it lasted for a long time.

In the end, Tyrone was defeated.

"You...."

Looking at the silver-white blade held in the black shadow's hand, Tyrone's eyes flashed with a little astonishment.

The dark shadow slowly lifted its cloak, revealing a majestic face. This face is not unfamiliar to anyone who believes that the upper class of Noxus.

He is the one who is famous, Du. General Quekao!

"You now have two options. Or, become an envoy to my Noxus High Command," Du. General Kerkao looked into Tyrone's eyes, word by word, and slowly spit out, "Or, die." ”

Tyrone had a stunned look on his face, as if he didn't expect that he, who lived at the bottom, would one day be invited to such an invitation.

He never compromises, unless, someone can overcome him. And the person in front of him, did it.

"I can promise you. But I have one condition. ”

Rao is own life is in the other party's hands, Tyrone's tone is still so humble and not arrogant, his eyes are indifferent, like a puppet without emotion.

"Let's talk about it." For the young man in front of him with exquisite knife skills and great backbone, Du. General Cokao admired it and spoke mildly.

"I only obey your orders. Only those whom I cannot overcome are qualified to command me. Others, I will not compromise. Tyrone's narrow eyes were a little resolute as he looked at Du. General Cokao.

He defeated him, so he deserves his respect. And the other incompetent and weak do not deserve it.

"Good. I can promise you, then, can you promise to serve me and never betray? "Du. General Kekao readily agreed to Tyrone's request, and the young man in front of him was a rare genius, and one day, he would be able to defeat him.

"I, yes."

Tyrone looked at Du seriously. General Cokao, with solemnity in his tone.

As a result, Tyrone officially became the envoy of the Noxus High Command, executing the Du. General Cokao's secret mission.

Whether it is the cold of Ferreljord, or the inner chamber of Demacia, no matter how dangerous it is, Tyrone has nothing to fear.

His strange body and superb sword skills have also attracted the attention of all forces. They gave Tyrone a nickname, Shadow of the Blade.

Living in the darkness of no sunlight all year round, Tyrone's temperament is becoming more and more taciturn. He even wore that gray cloak all the time, hiding his handsome face in the dark.

He is like a lonely traveler walking in the dark, his world is still full of endless killing, and the assassination here is far more dangerous than any previous assassination, but Tyrone has always been able to complete the task well.

But even so, he will not be happy in the slightest. He was still indifferent to the bone, or maybe he had a little more concern that he didn't even notice.

The setting sun was slanting and falling on Tyrone's body, but he didn't feel much warmth in his cloak.

"Hey! You're back! ”

The warm and unrestrained voice, like the blooming camellia, is delicate and lovely.

Tyrone's immobile body trembled slightly, his eyes that had always been indifferent without the slightest emotion lit up slightly, and he turned around and looked at the beautiful girl in front of him.

Katerina. Prevent. Cocao, Du. The daughter of General Cokao.

She has a graceful body, a delicate face, and that fiery red hair, just like a fire in winter, burning, even his heart like a thousand years of ice, as if it was melted.

She is so beautiful and moving, so enthusiastic and unrestrained, so radiant.

Tyrone's eyes flashed with imperceptible eagerness, but in the next moment, it became eclipsed.

She is Du. The daughter of General Cokao, she has an unparalleled family background, a beautiful and moving appearance, and an unrivaled talent for blades.

And he is just an assassin walking in the dark, and she under the sun cannot be parallel after all.

Coldly retracting his gaze, Tyrone did not speak.

But Caterina seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of Tyrone, she walked to Tyrone's side and sat down, looked Tyrone up and down, and smiled with satisfaction, "Very good, I was not hurt this time." ”

Tyrone still didn't say a word, but the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

The last time he was plotted in the inner vault of Demacia, he almost missed the mission, and he was injured, and Caterina couldn't help crying when she saw him seriously injured.

Seeing her who had always been smiling like a flower, crying into tears, his heart, which had always been unconscious, seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and the pain was terrible.

Since then, he has vowed not to hurt himself again, nor to make her sad again.