Bang!

The sound of throwing axes nailed to the side of the plank.

Draeven spat at the mouth as he walked through the small, complex terrain.

Damn, didn't hit.

The figure in front of him, dressed in Demacia's light armor and trench coat, walked faster and faster, weaving freely through the alleys of Bilgewater, and it seemed that he was about to escape.

But......

He touched the base of his thighs and his wrists.

During the fight with the two birdmen, Draven injured his thigh and wrist, which greatly reduced his throwing accuracy and travel speed.

Especially after the two ran separately, for some reason, Miss Demacia, who was supposed to be the master, ran into the slum with intricate terrain instead, while the guards ran into the neighborhood on the side.

It's so abnormal.

The more Draven chases, the more he realizes that he may have been fooled.

Sou!

Suddenly, a short arrow shot from a nearby alley, striking the barrel next to Delevingne.

Really!

Looking at the falcon carving on the arrow feathers, Draven was furious.

It's the archer you've fought against.

They exchanged clothes in the alley, and without Vladimir's tracking, they couldn't tell which was the real target.

But......

Draven took a few steps forward, pulled the axe off the plank, and placed it in his hand, knowing that the archer would not run away at this time, but would do his best to hold himself down.

Although she had just been defeated by her, her bird was wounded and could not fight, and she herself had lost too much blood to defeat herself.

Just catch her...... It is also possible to dig up useful information through spiritual magic, and Noxus's troops are stationed in Ionia, and it is still possible to temporarily transfer a small number of magicians and torturers to infiltrate.

……

Hehe, it looks like that guy is angry. ‘

Quinn's back was pressed against the wall, and he carefully took out the crossbow arrows from the quiver behind his back, and put them into the short crossbow in his hand one by one.

Maintaining a weapon is a must for the Scout, and you must make sure it works when you need it most.

Even after a big battle, this sturdy little crossbow is still not damaged in the slightest, and it is still powerful.

But......

Call...... Call......

Looking at his somewhat pale hands, Quinn knew that the continuous strenuous exercise had made his already somewhat weak body even more unbearable, and the most important hand as an archer had begun to tremble.

The arrow he had just shot at Draven's chest had gone aside.

But fortunately, the terrain of this small slum is intricate, and with the skill and experience of hiding, he should be able to hold out for a while.

But......

Now, Quinn misses Warlot a little.

The Demacia falcon was still unconscious and was left in the garbage dump in the alley by Quinn.

The soldiers of Noxus had been killed by the Vastaya tribe, and it should be difficult to organize an effective search for a while, and the bird would naturally wake up at dawn and follow the smell to find itself.

The premise is that you are still alive.

"Where? Get out of here!"

The axe in Draven's hand spun as he yelled, kicking over the metal barrel around him, and using the handle of the axe to knock the surrounding iron improvised chambers into a clattering sound.

The people in the house seem to have learned how to deal with the situation a long time ago, and they don't go out of their doors and pretend to be deaf and dumb, and in their eyes, everything that happens in front of them is nothing more than a gang fight.

But Quinn doesn't think so.

The slums are not big or small, and the entrances and exits are mostly plain flat.

If you choose to run away, you will definitely be discovered.

When the time comes, your weak body will become a living target.

Sou!

An arrow shot into a garbage heap not far away, and a frightened shark dog jumped up and kicked over the trash can on the side.

Poof!

Before the poor shark dog could scream, he was cut off by a throwing axe.

The moment Draven turned his head, Quinn had already moved his body to the roof of another improvised house.

And Draven, who found out that he had been tricked, caught the axe despite being furious, and then continued to monitor the surroundings.

That's right...... Using these little tricks, you can drag it until you run away.

Thinking so, Quinn moved slowly into a somewhat dilapidated tin house.

Next...... As long as you shoot the iron bucket hanging on the side, the water inside will scatter and collapse the debris underneath, and this guy will be in a hurry......

Wow!!!!

Just as Quinn was thinking slowly, suddenly, a piercing cry sounded from her side.

She turned abruptly, raised her crossbow, and was about to pull the trigger, but stopped again.

A child.

A child, in a fairly clean rag, was being held in the arms of a woman who was frightened and stared at her with wide eyes.

As if frightened by himself, the little baby cried incessantly, and it was particularly harsh in the somewhat silent slum storehouse.

And his mother was already in a hurry, coaxing the child in her arms, and looking at Quinn with pleading eyes with tears in her eyes, as if begging her not to do it, and the child would not cry soon.

Now, it's too late to kill these two men and then shift positions.

A voice in Quinn's head spoke, and at the same time, the sound of Draven's pesky leather boots was getting closer.

"Don't say you've seen me. ”

In the end, conscience triumphed over reason, and Quinn left this sentence, stumbling open the closet with a broken foot and hiding inside.

Suddenly, a salty smell enveloped Quinn.

It seems that the family is a fisherman.

After a while, the sound of leather boots behind him stopped.

"Hey, woman...... Where did that guy go?"

It's Dravin's voice.

He was interrogating the woman.

That's right, the terrain here is very closed, and it is impossible to move quickly with Quinn's body that has lost too much blood.

There must have been somewhere to hide.

"No...... I don't know, please......"

Burst.

The sound of an axe hammering into wooden furniture, followed by a baby's more intense crying.

Quinn knew that with the Noxians in mind, there was a good solution to this situation.

"You only have three seconds, tell me or I'll chop this little bastard in half. ”

"No...... Please, he's still a child, let him go......"

"One ......"

Even if he didn't see it in the cupboard, Quinn could imagine the scene in front of him.

She knew what was going to happen next.

"I see...... I see, she's in the cupboard, please don't hurt him......"

That's right...... The right choice.

Quinn didn't know how to describe his feelings.

Is it a blessing or a disappointment?

I already knew the ending, when I didn't pull the trigger.

Listening to the sound of leather boots rattling again, Quinn thought.