Sensing the presence of that light, Soraka hurriedly poured the power of the stars into Irelia's weak body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing her actions, Cassiopeia couldn't help but chuckle disdainfully, "It's useless, even if you are still a god, Soraka, you can't save her!" Hahaha! ”

But the smile on her face slowly faded, because the light grew brighter and brighter under the catalysis of the power of the stars of Soraka, it was a ...... Strange white light.

Something rose from her dissipating body in this soft light. Irelia was also taken aback at the sight of the light-enveloped thing, the veil floating in a soft white light.

"Yes...... Be...... Mother's relics......"

- The veil that belongs to the witch. It was as if she could glimpse a vague but gentle shadow in the depths of her memory from the light, but it was all fleeting, and the veil lost its original brilliance and slowly drifted back into her hands.

The array of black magic vanished, and her face began to gradually return to blood in an astonishing way, and the pain in her body slowly faded......

This is...... Is the power of guardianship in the veil?

She clenched the light veil in her hand and slowly stood up, the Supreme Blade hanging beside her.

The Noxian warriors present couldn't help but take a step back. The general smiled, and Cassiopeia began to chant the incantation in a frustrated manner, and the inky energy mixed with bursts of green miasma surged from her body again.

A hand gripped her wrist tightly.

The force was so great that it hurt her.

She turned her head, no matter who this guy really was, if he dared to hurt her like this, he had to pay the price he deserved. I turned my eyes and saw my father's cheek.

"Enough of the fuss, right? It's time to stop, Cassie. The general said calmly. She didn't deserve to die like this, he was the heir of the Flying Sword Technique, and he deserved to be respected. ”

She looked at her father's immobile face unwillingly, her teeth pressed into her lips, and her nails were buckled into the flesh because of her clenched fists, she didn't expect this person to be him, his father who had always doted on her the most-

It was a kind of accommodating love, and this kind of weak emotion would not win the slightest sympathy in Noxus, where strength is respected.

But now, he actually ......

"Also, I know everything you've done." Du Kekao turned to Cassie, as if preparing to leave. Although the defense line that several people in front of him had gathered with great difficulty, in his eyes, it was just an existence that could be destroyed with a raise of his hand.

But he knew where Tyrone was.

In those light-colored eyes, the colors that she couldn't see through were slowly circulating, and there were very complex emotions that Cassie couldn't decipher, and she didn't bother to decipher.

She turned her head away from his gaze, only the footsteps of her father leaving.

It turned out that he had long known what she had done, that she was by his side, as his youngest daughter, and as part of the intelligence work. She was originally a spy who used her beauty and intelligence to engage in intelligence work, using everything she owned to exchange power for the vast and ruthless state apparatus of Noxus...... and the value of survival.

She regarded his debunking at this moment as a betrayal at the most critical moment, but she didn't realize it herself, and her thoughts at this time may seem like a kind of irony, but the seed in her heart that has been deeply rooted has grown more and more presumptuously.

Yes, he never loved her, all he loved most was his beloved eldest daughter, Katerina.

Why should the fate of two people be decided because of the difference in the time of birth?

Only Carter is allowed to pass on his skills, survive in this chaotic city-state, and even make a name for himself; But locking her in a greenhouse is just a kind of chronic murder in the name of love, and sooner or later she will die in the coldest dark alley of Noxus, as a high-ranking Noxian official.

If it weren't for Ms. LeBlanc's help.

- You think that your strength is unparalleled in the world, and you are in charge of Valoran's most powerful army, and you are invincible, you can do whatever you want, and hold the fate of the people of the world in the palm of your own hands. This is a big mistake, and I will make you understand that this little daughter who has been abandoned by you will one day help the opponent who has been defeated in front of you and destroy everything you have.

She snorted coldly and left the battlefield as well.

……

Tyrone hid in the corner of the dark alley, holding his breath and waiting, a pair of indifferent blue eyes searching for the pedestrians hurrying through the dark alley.

The shadow engulfed his body, and all the breath that accompanied life vanished. Very early on, he knew how to hide himself with shadows. He has always walked alone, without any guidance. He works with the shadows to harness this mysterious power, from stealing money to receiving money and stealing lives.

He hid in the void, as if he would not attract anyone's attention even if he died in the shadows. In this void of shadows, the only real touch comes from the solid wall behind it and the rough handle of the fingertips.

His cloak was a deep blue with a knife-edged color, which was obviously overly high-profile for an assassin, but it was in keeping with his name-

Shadow of the Blade.

The blade hidden in the shadows, when the metallic light appeared, everything was doomed.

His body suddenly tensed, like a lion ready to hunt.

The goal appeared.

Hurrying in his footsteps, his face covered with a huge cloak and hood, he watched vigilantly for everything in the shadows. But this rough disguise is ridiculously insignificant in Tyrone's eyes.

He has a slightly chubby figure, a hunched posture, and a habit of pinching his right wrist when he is nervous.

Can't escape his eyes.

Cut throat trail.

The gateway to the military fortress is also the most frequent place for assassinations, the most chaotic part of Noxus in the Realm of Chaos, where no one is responsible.

No one cares about the floating corpses in the gutter and the mysteriously missing people, for they are as valuable as the lives they have lost, as the sewer system flows into the murkiest underbelly of the city's vast root system.

Everyone was always on the lookout for danger that might arise at any moment, and assassinations in the shadows were all too common, and the prey kept turning back, as if noticing the hunter watching him in the shadows, and beware of a backstab that could kill him at any moment.

So the real danger often comes from the front.

He suddenly appeared, the shadow receding from his body, and the blade was sent cleanly into the terrified and trembling body, fear, despair, flowing over his face, and he fell stiffly to the cold ground.

He crouched down, his palm reaching into the man's corpse and groping for it, pulling a small bamboo tube from his waist.

The corners of his mouth are raised, and only when he succeeds, will he smile on that indifferent face.

Call it a day.

The sharp sound of the blade made his hair stand on end, and he subconsciously scurried back, swallowing in his throat, the sharp blade almost grazing the tip of his nose.

It's the same, killer trick.

The feeling of momentarily brushing shoulders with death made his heartbeat skip a beat, but he quickly regained his youthful rebelliousness.

Is it the guy sent by the Killer Guild to find trouble? He will kill as many wastes who rely on monopoly business to keep their jobs.

The attack in the shadows was suddenly launched, and his opponent's concealment skills were so subtle that he could barely react until the moment the blade slashed in front of him.

The daggers of the two struck each other violently, bursting out with bursts of dark sparks, and the man's black dagger was blowing in the wind, constantly making a powerful sound.

The two sides exchanged daggers and pushed each other violently, ending the fierce fight

The first opponent who can make him feel oppressed. This guy is indeed very different, Tyrone took a deep breath, flicked the cloak, and the dagger that hung inside and outside the cloak, hidden, or seemed to be decorated, suddenly flew out with the mobilization of spiritual power, forming a huge knife formation, trapping the opponent.

Countless blades trembled, cleverly muffling his breathing and footsteps, and the shadows were his best trench coat, just for a split second.

Tyrone, who appeared behind him, raised his hand and stabbed in the back, and the impatient blade in the knife formation retracted his direction from all directions the moment he appeared.

A blow that will surely die.

No one can dodge the blow, with countless blades piercing through the knotted muscles of their opponents, the shields of magical power, and even the sturdy shield walls of warriors.

The tragic situation of countless dead people overlapped with the figures in front of them at the moment when they took people's lives.

However, the next second was a moment that changed Tyrone's next life.