In the autumn of 607 A.D., on the 27th of September. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Noxus, Imperial Capital, the highest meeting room.

"Sir."

A man in a dark green cloak pushed the door open and walked straight to the handsome case, standing respectfully beside Duquekao.

Duke Kao was leaning back in his chair at this time and playing with his saber boredly, when he saw Tyrone coming in, he only raised his eyes slightly: "The matter has been clarified?" ”

"Got it figured out." Tyrone nodded noncommittally, and under the dark green hat was a resolute face: "Sir, Sain fell for Debang's trick to lure the enemy, was ambushed by Demacia in Dongming Mountain, and died at the hands of a Demacian officer named Galen. ”

"Galen?" Hearing Galen's name, Du-Kekao couldn't help frowning: "Who is this person?" Why have I never heard of it? ”

“...... The subordinates don't know either. Tyrone looked down and looked apologetic.

Du-Kecao's face turned pale, he rested his saber on the gold-plated knife holder, and was silent for a long time before he let out a light sigh: "A little-known Demacian can actually put the god of war of Noxus to death, it seems that in the past few years, Demacia has produced many talents!" ”

"Sir, what shall we do now?" Tyrone frowned slightly, and there was an extra vicissitudes of life next to his face under the hat that did not match his actual age.

"Ahem...... Du-Kekao narrowed his eyes, carefully examined the saber on the gilded knife holder, and then coughed dryly, and attached his gaze to Tyrone, who was wearing a dark green cloak: "Is the location of General Sain's body confirmed?" ”

"It has been established that General Sain's body has been secretly transported back to Demacia by the Debon army." Tyrone told the truth, his deep eyes were cold and cold, without a trace of emotion.

"Huh? Demacia? Du-Kekao's brows furrowed into a moon bud shape, and Wei An's body gradually began to tremble, he turned sideways and glanced at Tyrone with complicated eyes: "Tyrone, you have been with me for almost two months, right?" ”

"Yes sir, it's been fifty-seven days." Tyrone replied lightly, and there was only infinite calm in his red eyes under the hood.

"Hmm." Dukkao smiled slightly, and shifted his gaze to Tyrone's cold and murderous face: "Tyrone, there is one thing I want to ask you, declare in advance, this is a very tricky and dangerous matter, do you dare to go?" ”

"Of course, sir!" Tyrone nodded solemnly, a hint of fortitude appeared on his face completely hidden in the shadow of the hood, and he straightened his chest fearlessly: "My life is all given by you, if there is anything I need to do, you can just ask." ”

"Very well, Tyrone, I didn't misread you." Duquekao stood up from his chair and patted Tyrone on the shoulder, "I want you to go to Demacia and bring back the body of General Theon." ”

"Yes, sir!" Tyrone, who heard the order, did not hesitate in the slightest, and after giving a simple but standard military salute to Durkkao, he turned and walked out of the conference room.

"Wait...... Tyrone! ”

Du-Kekao's voice sounded behind his ears, and Tyrone was stunned for a moment, and looked sideways slightly: "Is there anything else to order, sir?" ”

"Whether or not you succeed in bringing back General Sain's body, you must give me a safe and sound return!" Duquekao walked over to Tyrone and gently smoothed out the slightly bulging robe on Tyrone's chest, "Remember, this is an order!" ”

"No!" The smiling expression betrayed Tyrone's heart, at this moment, his eyes gradually became rosy, the tip of his nose was sore, and a few tears were about to come out, he shook his head to prevent tears from coming out: "Sir, don't worry!" ”

"Yes." Duquekao waved his hand, and his face was not very good-looking: "Go ahead, be careful." ”

Tyrone's lips moved, and finally he couldn't say anything, just nodded slightly, turned and stepped out of the conference room door.

It is almost dusk, and on the streets and alleys of Noxus, there are still many residents wearing linen and filial piety sitting in groups on the edge of the brick kiln, all kinds of sacrificial supplies are scattered all over the ground, and paper money ingots are burning under the bonfire in the brick kiln, rising green smoke, like a giant dragon flying into the sky one after another.

Although there was no monument by the brick kiln, and the name of the person to be sacrificed was not written on the paper ingots, Tyrone knew that they were worshipping the late Noxian vanguard general, the undead god of war, Theon.

Undead God of War. Sain, as his name suggests, has always been an impassable mountain in the hearts of all Noxians, a giant beast that will never fall. The late commander of the garrison at Mogro Pass. Delemuchi is considered to be the elite of the middle and high-level officers in Noxus, but in front of Sain, such an outstanding person can only be suppressed, which shows his human ability, such an iron-fisted figure who symbolizes shackles, is actually dead on the battlefield, and everyone feels unacceptable for a while.

The bleak autumn drizzle, the icy cold wind, filled the entire streets and alleys, Tyrone couldn't help but tighten his hood, at this moment, he clearly felt the coldness from his fingertips and the pain in his heart, he knew that this was loneliness. In this cold night, loneliness came uninvited, through the skin, to the depths of the soul.

"Alas!" Tai solemnly sighed, looked up at the endless sky, I don't know if it was rain or tears hazy his eyes, his thoughts gradually returned to more than ten years ago......

In the filthy sewers of Noxus, a middle-aged man with a beard squatted on the edge of a stove made of old bricks, stirring the spoiled soup in the pot with a rusty spoon, not so much soup as swill, and in the large iron pot with green smoke, there was nothing but a few small pieces of paste made from rotten vegetable leaves and sprouted sweet potatoes.

"You, eat fast!"

The middle-aged man glared fiercely at the little boy who was tired behind him, and used a soup spoon to hold half a scoop of 'swill' and pour it into the ceramic bowl in front of the little boy.

The little boy moved his weak body, he stretched out his bony arms, and trembled and picked up the broken bowl, although the food in the bowl was rotten and stinky, but the little boy ate with relish, he raised his head and gulped the soup into his stomach, the remnants of the soup leaking out of his mouth and down his neck to his ragged torn coat.

"Hmph, it's really a hungry ghost reincarnated, hurry up and go up to do business after eating!" The middle-aged man glanced at the little boy contemptuously, lit the flashlight in his hand, and turned around and walked towards the mouth of the sewer well.

This little boy is the young Tyrone, he was adopted by a middle-aged man as an abandoned baby, the middle-aged man is a homeless man, after adopting Tyrone, he instructed him to steal, beg, all the money he got fell into the homeless man's pocket, when the income is good, the middle-aged man will be merciful to throw Tyrone a few slices of bread or a few packets of biscuits, if you don't get money or the money is too little, then Tyrone will be beaten by the homeless, and then not allowed to eat for two days. Before this meal, the young Tyrone had not eaten a single bite of food in two days......

Until the middle-aged man left, the little boy never said a word, he just clenched his fists fiercely, and on his childish face, there was a pair of very vicious eyes, "One day, I will kill you with my own hands!" ”

Tyrone's dream was soon realized, he remembered that it was raining that day, because it was a rainy day, there were few pedestrians on the street and he walked in a hurry, so he did not succeed or beg for money, it happened that the homeless man was drunk that day, he hung Tyrone on the beam of the sewer and beat him badly, and took Tyrone's clothes in drunkenness, and then forced Tyrone to pout his ass, and then ......

After the incident, the homeless man was so satisfied that he lay on the concrete floor with a few discarded newspapers on the side of the sewer and fell asleep, and the annoyed and angry Tyrone raised a knife at that moment, the knife was picked up by him in the garbage bin, and the short knife that was originally rusty and iron was sharpened to the brightest at the moment, it was Tyrone's first killing, but the technique was extremely skillful, it seemed that he was destined to be a knife man, the sharp blade accompanied by a decisive technique, cut the neck of the homeless, and all the soft tissues in the throat were torn open, Scarlet blood gushed out of it. But in Tyrone's eyes, the blood, like the heart of a vagabond, was black. That year, Tyrone was nine years old.

In this way, in the dark sewers of Noxus, there was another figure, a young but determined figure, and since then, his shadow can be seen in the dim and damp sewers, the stinking public toilets, the filthy and dilapidated temples, and the collapsed and dilapidated abandoned buildings.

In the lowest level of Noxus, he gradually grew up, the countless insults and beatings of the ruffians made him understand the truth of the law of the jungle, the wanted pursuit of the city defense police made him sleek and cunning, and the barking and biting of vicious dogs in captivity in aristocratic families made him know, uh, the deliciousness of dog meat. I have to say that the young Tyrone can be described as a microcosm in the slums, from a helpless abandoned baby to a professional killer feared by everyone, among them, how much bullying and torture he has experienced, presumably, only he knows.

The howling cold wind blew the hood on his head, revealing his cold, glowing red eyes. "Well, it's been so long, and I still want it to be done." Tyrone smiled bitterly, shook his head, squinted his eyes and glanced at the tall and magnificent walls of the imperial capital, then gently lifted his hood and walked straight towards the city gate.

It's just that what Tyrone didn't notice was that seven or eight feet behind him, a figure also wearing a cloak, a petite and weak figure, followed him inch by inch......