After disposing of the corpses of the Void Monsters, Jeno meets Nedri on his way to Scream.

She seems to be lost, or maybe she lost her sense of Rengar and stopped moving in a daze.

"You're not gone yet, are you? Do you want to go up together? Jeno pretended that nothing had happened, and smiled kindly.

Nedri lowered her head and sniffed out the lie: "You have the smell of him in you." ”

And it smelled of blood, Nedri silently added in her heart.

Jeno was silent, and reached out a fist in front of her, his fingers spread out, revealing the bone-toothed necklace clenched in the palm of his hand.

"Just now, I killed it, it was infected by the Void, it's its relic." Jeno didn't hide it and told the truth.

"Do you blame me?"

Nedri hesitantly took the necklace, her eyes focused on the sharp and smooth bone teeth, revealing an intriguing and complex expression.

She was familiar with the necklace, and the trophies were a sign of the proud big cat's journey.

"Do you think I'm one of those weak house cats? Actually, I know, it's not itself for a long time, it's dead if it's dead, the jungle eats the strong or something......" Nedley sniffled, put on the bone tooth necklace, and said deeply: "As long as I remember his glory." ”

She'd be in charge of bringing that scimitar back to Rengar's camp to make his walls look more imposing, and that's all she could do.

"Now, can we go?" Jeno gestured to the scream that was about to start.

"Let's go......"

It's time for Nedri to return to her people, whose rainforests have changed dramatically, and her own leader must take on the responsibility of leading her people through the brutal rainforest.

……

Zuan Dark Harbour

The moon sank into the clouds, and shadows covered the entire dock.

Two stowaways who had just gone through the baptism of fire and escaped death stepped on the dock at this moment.

"Ahem,! I could smell the damn haze as soon as I arrived in Zaun, and I thought we should have disembarked at Piltover. ”

The man who spoke was Trist Fett, and he had a handsome, mature and attractive poker face, long smooth and shiny hair, a well-trimmed beard on his chin, and a confident and contemptuous smile on his mouth, but now he was deflated in the haze of Zuan's specialty, and was bending over and coughing, completely lacking his usual carelessness.

He took off his wide-brimmed hat and covered his mouth and nose, which made him feel a little better. If you look closely, you can also see a playing card of spades pinned to the gold ornament on the brim.

Trist is a notorious card master and repeat fraudster with a unique card magic, rumored to be favored by Lady Luck, and his charm and gambling can be found anywhere in the world that makes the rich and the foolish both envious and jealous.

"I think it's okay, it's about the same as my second-hand smoke, haven't you gotten used to it? If we go straight to Pit, we'll have heavily armed guards waiting for us to be taken to jail as soon as we get off the boat, and I've just lost my old buddy, and that's going to be a lot of trouble. ”

A big man who was a head shorter than Trist, skimmed his thick beard, crooked the corners of his mouth to show a mouthful of white teeth, took a hard puff of cigar, swallowed the clouds and smoke, and the white smoke mixed into the haze, and quickly merged into one, regardless of each other.

This big man's name is Malcolm Graves, and he is Trist's partner and **.

Well, it's a good friend with a giant shotgun in his hand, referred to as **. It's just that his old buddy, the giant shotgun called "Destiny", sank into the bay of Bilgewater in a shipwreck.

Graves wore a red cloak over one shoulder, grabbed his cigar and skillfully flicked the ashes: "An'an, and there is nothing fun in Picheng, they are all a group of serious scientific research nerds, how can there be Zu'an's Shimmer Bar is fun, the music there is booming, and the Shimmer wine is also called Zu'an's specialty, and there is never less gambling or anything, how about it, man?" ”

After saying that, Graves also hugged Trist's shoulder and patted it, shaking his eyebrows to signal, if the other party didn't agree, the cigarette he was holding in his lungs would spit out Trist's handsome poker face at any time.

"Man, I can't compliment you with your musical taste." Trist's brow furrowed at the thought of the steampunk music that was prevalent in Zaun, the kind of music that would make you stomp your feet and shake your head in a crazy circle until you were dizzy and vomited. He put his hat between the two, then changed his words and suddenly grinned: "But...... If there is a gambling game, it will do. ”

"Hahaha! Let's go! Graves smiled and led Trist to the Shimmer Bar, where they had not been in a long time, and the only things they had made on the boat were Bilgewater's Amber Pale and Demacia, which all the drunkards scorned.

……

Graves leaned against the bar, holding a bottle of expensive special shimmer in his hand, the shimmering liquor swayed in the bottle, this rough man didn't care about this beautiful color at all, and when he picked up the bottle, he drank it for a while, and the wine overflowing from the corner of his mouth fell on his thick and rough beard, exuding a glow in the dimness, which made the waiter in the bar feel distressed.

The characteristic of the Zuan people is that they do not waste, and the lord in front of him is definitely not a local.

The bar's cacophony of music made Graves nod and sway, applauding the men and women on the dance floor who were writhing wildly and dancing passionately, the water droplets on his beards shaking off and the excitement rushing to the sky.

He stayed in prison for ten years, and when he came out, he was in a hurry to seek revenge, and he didn't even have the leisure time to shave.

It's been a long time!

"Hiccup~~ This wine is a bit top!" With a loud burp and a little drunkenness in his thick eyebrows, Graves leaned back at the bar, squinting at a table in the corner of the bar.

Trist sat upright in his chair, with his hole cards in front of him, still with that unhurried and unhurried expression, which was actually a calm and careless expression, and the description above was just that Graves himself did not like it.

Every pair of eyes in the casino were staring at Trist, jealous or excited, waiting for him to play his hole cards, expecting either side to lose.

Opposite Trist sat an alchemy baron, whose fortune was all built on whipping slave miners. He wore a noble robe: Freljord mink, hand-sewn leather in the style of Bilgewater. He wore blood gold rings on each of his fingers, and each one was worth more than most people had ever seen in a lifetime.

But now his forehead was sweating more intensively than the slave miners under his command were sweating at work.

It was clear that Trist had the upper hand and completely crushed his opponent in terms of momentum.

"Tsk, Trist is out again? Then you have to go over and see, I've long wanted to learn a thousand arts. Seeing this, Graves took a cigar and violently pushed the crowd away.

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