Shadow of the Blade Tyrone, like the rest of the slum's inhabitants, has been living at the bottom of Noxus, and has been crawling through the lower classes. www.biquge.info He has lived in dark and damp underground tunnels for many years, with dirty sewers and cold-smelling subway tracks. Tyrone was an orphan since he was a child and never experienced the care of his loved ones. The shadow of childhood makes Tyrone have no impression of family, warmth, or friendship. He had no relatives, no friends, and the only partner he trusted was the blade in his hand, an unpretentious but razor-sharp steel knife. It was also this steel knife that solved one killer after another who was sent by the guild to assassinate him because of his superb sword skills. Tyrone is actually a man who doesn't want to fight, he doesn't want to kill, but in order to survive, he must learn to kill and kill everyone who threatens him. In this way, after successively eliminating those uninvited guests, the big and small gangs of Noxus finally stopped all assassination activities against Tyrone, perhaps they have understood that Tyrone is a very difficult and ruthless character.

In this way, Tyrone, with his high IQ and his skill in the blade, mixed up in the dilapidated lower class of Noxus. Until that night......

It was a dark and windy night, and the bored Tyrone was still squatting at the door of the brothel trying to earn some extra money, and a man dressed as a tall and burly rich businessman walked out of the cigarette-filled brothel, and as early as the man walked into the brothel, he came into Tyrone's sight, with a crisp suit and leather shoes, an expensive designer watch, and a money bag tied to his waist.

It was twelve o'clock in the night, and by the dim moonlight, Tyrone quietly followed. Just when Tyrone was about to succeed, the sharp blade could cut the rope of the money bag tied to the man's waist, but the man was unexpectedly noticed.

Tyrone tried to run, but the man stopped him and threatened to send him to prison. The inhumane treatment he received in prison as a young boy chilled Tyrone, and in a moment out of control, he slit the man's throat.

Tyrone doesn't know the man's true identity, but thinks he's a rich son of some aristocracy. To avoid trouble, Tyrone dumped the man's body in a sewer somewhere.

It wasn't until the man's body was found that Tyrone knew the man's true identity, and perhaps he never dreamed that he had killed the Noxian general Du-Kekao's cronies, the head of the Tiger Guard. It was at this moment that Tyrone's nightmare had just begun, the number of police on duty in the capital had tripled, there were police officers patrolling the streets twenty-four hours a day, and all city gates had been put under martial law, and they were working overtime to guard it. Tyrone knew he couldn't run, and he didn't plan to run.

"Gollum...... Gollum "After pouring down half a bottle of pure water found from the filthy fly-infested garbage heap, Tyrone climbed up from the newspaper-covered 'bed', and the sound of staggering footsteps reached his ears, and although the footsteps were soft, light to the smallest detail, the perceptive Tyrone could still hear them clearly.

A beam of light pierced him, and Tyrone covered his eyes, "Who!?" ”

"You're Tyrone?" The footsteps stopped, and a deep and majestic voice rang out.

Tyrone opened his eyes, and in front of him was a man in a military uniform, and the epaulettes on the military uniform could not be seen clearly in the dim light, only that it was a handsome and burly middle-aged man.

"Who are you?" Tyrone clenched the scimitar at his waist and stared warily at the comer.

The middle-aged man didn't answer, just grinned and smiled contemptuously.

"Let me ask you again, who are you?" Tyrone was a little annoyed, he pulled out a sharp knife and pointed it at the middle-aged man, his voice was cold, without a trace of emotion.

The middle-aged man was still smiling, and when he saw Qi Han's glowing scimitar pointing at him, he simply closed his eyes. "Huh...... Will you also make a knife? Well, I'll let you do two tricks, and if you can hurt me, I'll let you go......"

"Arrogance!"

The husband was furious, and blood splattered a hundred steps. Tyrone, who has always been proud of his swordsmanship, has ever been so despised. The other party's attitude completely angered him, and after a roar, the arc moon-shaped scimitar was instantly dispatched, and the blade flew towards the other party like a thunderbolt, only to hear the shattered cold light flashing, the man was not cut his throat as expected, but disappeared without a trace in an instant, Tyrone looked at the clean blade, and stood in place in a daze.

"The first move."

Behind him, the man's ghostly voice full of mockery sounded, "Damn! Tyrone cursed secretly, his heart was ruthless, and his raised hands slammed towards the back of his head, and the mirror-like knife came out of his hand, drawing an elegant arc with the cold air of Sensen.

"Take!" With a bang, the glittering blue scimitar still did not hurt the man's shadow, and after flashing a few times, it was firmly nailed to the wall of the sewer, "How could it be ......" Tyrone pulled out the knife with his backhand, blew a few hairs that fell in front of him that were stirred by the knife wind, and his eyes fell on the knife in his hand, and the mirror-like blade was cold and reflected a face full of playfulness.

Tyrone jerked his head back, the middle-aged man still standing behind him. "Yes, your knife is really fast, and it almost hurt me."

The middle-aged man's praise was a naked insult in Tyrone's eyes. Tyrone's teeth were bitten and rattled, and a pair of blood-red eyes stared at the middle-aged man. "I want your life!"

"Shadow Raid!"

Tyrone threw the scimitar into the air with his backhand, and then his body shook, and his figure flashed through the star-filled sky like a stream, and disappeared in an instant. And the scimitar was transformed into two sections, separated from top to bottom, as thin as a cicada's wings, but sharp enough to blow hair and break hair.

"Good boy, he actually knows the stealth method, not bad." The middle-aged man snorted nonchalantly, and didn't seem to take Tyrone's nirvana to heart. I don't know when there was a knife about three feet long in his hand, and the scarlet blade body overflowed with endless heat, revealing that the momentum was overwhelming, and it was daunting to look at each other from afar. The back of the knife is one centimeter, flat and smooth, flawless, the silver light of the two-inch width of the knife surface flashes, making people dare not look directly, the knife surface is surrounded by ancient and vermilion delicate patterns, and the endless delicate patterns are in the center of the knife face of the stars holding the moon, and there is a fiery red red finch embedded in it, this vermilion finch spreads its wings proudly, a look overlooking all beings, embedded lifelike, in addition, the eyes are full of anger, and the silver-like blade actually exudes a trace of coldness, which is incompatible with the fire of the vermilion bird.

The middle-aged man picked up the long knife, and the scarlet blade slashed towards the void. "Broken!" In an instant, the sword rain was colorful, as if the Nine Heavens Milky Way was pouring down, and countless sword qi like essence emerged, and the sword light was like water, and the brilliance flowed.

"Ahem...... cough "After the smoke and dust rolled, the scimitar fell to the ground, Tyrone clutched his arm, half-lying on the side of the sewer bubbling with sewage, and the blood-colored jade beads of broken threads slid down the long wound on his arm, dripping, dripping, dripping on the ground, turning into a gorgeous blood-red flower. One drop, two drops, as the body struggled, the wound on the arm gradually deepened, and the blood-colored jade beads had become a blood stream that slid down the arm to the palm, the blood flow was warm, but the heart was cold. "You...... Can you see me? ”

"I can't see it." The middle-aged man shook his head, stretched out his finger and poked Tyrone's arm twice, and the bleeding stopped instantly, "It's your breath that betrays you, your stealth method is indeed clever, but you don't know how to restrain your breath, and I just judged your position by relying on a little bit of aura emanating from you." ”

"Who the hell are you?"

"Du-Kekao."

"Huh...... Maybe I should have thought that in the whole of Noxus, except for the general, who has such terrifying strength, ahem... You're such a terrible opponent. Tyrone smiled bitterly, and instead of struggling, he just fell quietly against the wall. It was as if for a moment, it was like a leaf that had lost its color withered on the branch, motionless. The pitch-black ceiling overhead, reflected in the dead silent aisle, the air is suffocating. "I lost...... Kill me. ”

"Tyrone, I'll give you two choices, either die by my sword, or, be loyal to me."

"......" Du-Kekao's words made Tyrone stunned, he didn't believe his ears, and looked at the man opposite him who was not angry and arrogant: "You...... Say what? Make me loyal to you? Have you forgotten that I killed your guards with my own hands? ”

Du-Kekao showed a disapproving expression, "There is nothing to say about inferior skills, this is a world of the jungle, the weak only deserve to be trampled, humiliated, and abandoned, only the strong are qualified to survive." Tyrone, I will ask you one last time, if you will be loyal to me. ”

Looking at Du-Kekao's fierce gaze, and the bloodstained scarlet knife. Tyrone knew that as long as half a word popped out of his mouth, the knife would not hesitate to slit his throat.

After some deliberation, Tyrone gritted his teeth and nodded firmly to Duqueka, "I do, General." But I owe only to you, because I, like you, respect only the strong."

"Haha, that's kind of interesting, okay, Tyrone, I promise you." Duquecao chuckled heartily, and then threw Tyrone a light blue cloak of robes, a robe made of very thin gauze with elegant folds that were densely woven with small silver stars that were indistinguishable to the naked eye.

"Put this on, from now on, you are hiding in the shadows as an envoy of the Noxus High Command, you don't have to show your face if you don't have a mission, I'll go up and take those policemen away, and you will come out in half an hour." Durkkao thrust the long scarlet knife back into its scabbard, and after a few words, walked to the sewer exit without looking back.

"General, thank God, you finally came out, but you worried your subordinates, how about it, did you catch the suspect?" As soon as Du-Kekao's head poked out of the well, the fat chief greeted him in a panic.

"Slap" The fat director's fart seemed to be slapped on the horse's hooves, and the courtesy of serving tea and water was exchanged for a resounding slap. "And the face, what are you doing, you don't know that a big living person slipped out from under your nose?"

The fat director was blinded by the sudden slap, and he turned around in place in a daze, "The general is angry, the general is angry." The subordinates are incompetent and ineffective, and the general is asked to punish them. ”

I have to say that at the age of the fat chief in his early thirties, it is indeed not luck that he can climb to the position of second-in-command in the police station. Just because he was slapped in the face, but he was able to ask others if his hands hurt without shame, his 'broad mind' was enough for him to dominate the officialdom for a while.

However, for Du-Kekao, the fat director's smiling face was really disgusting, and he gave the fat director a disgusted look: "Hurry up and get out of here, I'll be annoyed when I see you bunch of waste." ”

"It's... Be. The fat chief nodded and glanced at the tall policeman beside him. The tall policeman understood, and blew the whistle hanging on his chest, "Close, disband!" ”

More than 200 policemen, under the command of the fat chief and the tall policeman, withdrew from the slums one after another.

"Uncle, did you say the suspect really ran away?"

Walking out of the slum gate, the tall policeman tucked his shirt into his trouser belt and looked at the panting fat chief.

"... We've put police at all exits, and the kid can't escape. ”

"Then you ...... just now"

"You know what, this is the way of officialdom." The fat director wiped the sweat on his head and deliberately lowered his voice: "Maybe eighty percent of the general accepted the benefits of the suspect, and deliberately said that." ”

"But we're the police, and we don't arrest the murderers..."

"Shut up, it's his Dukkao's guards who are dead, he-Dukcao doesn't care, what do we care. Xun'er, uncle knows that you are a child with a sense of justice, but in Noxus, integrity and kindness will not only not bring you any benefits, but will harm you, listen to Uncle's advice, and behave in the future to be tactful, otherwise you will suffer in the future, you know? ”

"Got it, uncle."

Dusk is the moment when the sunset pulls down the night, and for some reason, it always seems to give people a feeling of loneliness. Perhaps, behind the dusk, people can always hear the footsteps of the night, gradually getting closer, so even if it is gorgeous, it will still add a touch of melancholy to people.

The slum dwellers also dispersed after the police were gone, and who had noticed that at the mouth of a sewer well, a man in a light blue robe with his entire face hidden in a gloomy hat crawled out......