The soldier gradually walked in, and a figure stood there in the path, standing still without saying a word.

Swallowing his spit, the soldier stood behind the man, and the spear in his hand was also aimed at the man: "Who are you and what are you doing here?" ”

The shadow still didn't say anything, and turned unhurriedly, and the moonlight shone through the eaves down the alley, between the two. The soldier blinked, the figure flashed, and the blade hidden under the cloak burst out and landed at his throat.

The dagger sliced through the skin on his neck, and scarlet blood flowed out.

Looking at the person who was in front of him for a moment, the soldier stammered nervously: "Don't, don't kill me." ”

The figure was silent for a moment, and finally opened its mouth to speak, and a low, muffled voice came from the cloak.

"I ask, you answer."

Nodding in a panic, the blade cut in a little more, and the pain made the soldier hurriedly stop his movements: "Okay, okay." ”

"Do you have an elder named Salo here?"

"Yes."

"Where is he?"

"The tower of the West Side, the most, the highest." As soon as the soldier finished speaking, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and lost consciousness.

"Bang." The soldier's body fell limply to the ground and fainted. Anchen raised his head and looked at the tower to the west, the lights on the top floor were still on, and the yellow light was eye-catching in the quiet night.

Don't take a break at this time? Forget it, there's no need to rest.

Thinking about it, An Chen's figure climbed onto the roof and swept in the direction of the tower in a fluctuating manner.

In the tower, the old man held a pen and engraved the big and small examples of the city's defense deployment, the army of Noxus, after breaking through the temple of Varus, the war machine lost its gravity rune array to restrain them, and drove all the way down, and many cities on the way were invaded by the terrible war machine.

The old man frowned slightly, it was indeed difficult to understand that Varus cooperated with the team of Master Yi of the Sword Saint Yi to restrain the enemy's war machine. That biochemical missile, with the temple's magic circle, should be able to block it.

Well, that's a thing of the past. It's just that now, if you want to deal with those war machines, even if you use city-defense weapons, you can't inflict a large-area attack that is effective enough.

The old man felt a little thirsty, put down his pen, took the teacup beside him, and thought quietly while drinking. The march of Noxus is fast, and it will be here in a few weeks at most, and then, it will be war.

In the end, what should I do······

The old man didn't see that a short black knife had gently climbed up his neck from his back.

The blade fell, and blood gushed out. Blood was sprinkled in the teacup and stained the clear tea red, and the blood was sprinkled on the table, covering the unfinished deployment of the defense of the city, and the blood dripped from the old man's robe and gathered into a puddle on the ground.

The look of surprise on the old man's face froze there, and behind him was the killer's blood-splattered face and cold sad eyes.

The moonlight shone on the dark fortress, quiet and cold.

In the room, Sindra sat at the table, looking at the book in her hand, with a flat and dangerous smile on her lips.

Black shadows crept into the room, and in front of Syndra, the Twists twisted together to form a walkway.

Anchen stood beside Sindra, her beautiful face still stained with red blood, her short knife tucked at her waist, and a round bag in her hand.

"Is it done?" Sindra didn't look back at Anchen, she just flipped through the book and asked casually. It seemed like it was just something she didn't care about.

Silently put down the bag, Anchen didn't say anything more.

"You're angry." There was a shallow smile in Sindra's tone: "Because I asked you to kill an innocent old man." ”

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"Go take a shower, you should get used to this life as soon as possible, I still have a lot to do. As a killer, your previous character was too weak. Sindra said and waved her hand.

Anchen didn't speak, just bowed calmly and disappeared into Sindra's room.

The cloth bag on the ground was quietly there, and Sindra turned her head and looked at the cloth bag, she knew what was inside.

With a flick of his fingers, the cloth bag shattered into a little bit of powder, and flew out of the fortress's window.

Turning around, Sindra continued to look at the book in her hand, everything seemed to be flat.

But no one could see it, and out of the corner of her eye, a tear flowed down her expressionless cheek, wetting the pages of the book in her hand.

Sindra was originally the daughter of a commoner couple in the city, but the couple died in an accidental fire when Sindra was three years old. Salo rescued the little girl from the flames and raised her, teaching her the power of runes and giving her a full childhood. Salo had no wife and no children, and in his eyes, Sindra was his daughter, and he gave her all his affection until he discovered Syndra's terrible abilities. Sooner or later, that terrifying runic ability would bring disaster to the people around her and herself. So under the auspices of Salo, Sindra was taken to the old mage's temple to be taught, and only then did the following happen.

Ever since she had accidentally killed her mentor, she had already embarked on this path of no return. She will not regret it, and her pride will not allow her to regret it, she will go all the way to the finish line and stand at the top to become the master. Even the cost of it all was too heavy for her to bear.

Everything was quiet, so quiet that you could only hear the sound of a person slowly flipping through a book.

bathroom

An Chen walked into the pool with his head down, and the clothes on his body dissipated into the air like smoke, revealing his white and smooth body.

The clear and warm water caressed her body, but she didn't feel the slightest warmth, and her body was still cold. Gently raising his right hand, the water slipped from his skin, and An Chen looked at his hand in a daze.

I'm still just a killer, I can't change and I won't change. Always, it's just a tool used to kill people.

His eyes were lowered, his slender palms were slowly clenched, and wisps of black air flowed out.

At this moment, the memories of the previous life came flooding in, the loneliness that no one understood, the hunger and cold of living on the streets, the coldness of the dagger blade, and the panic of killing for the first time······ Anchen covered his head and curled up in a corner of the pool.

The next morning,

Ionian city.

"Elder Salo? I'm here to deliver breakfast. A waiter stood at the door of Elder Salo's room and knocked on the door. No one responded for a long time, and the waiter held the plate suspiciously: "Then I'll come in." ”

The door was opened, and the waiter cried out in fright at what he saw, and the plate fell to the floor, and the breakfast fell to the ground.

Stained blood splattered everywhere in the room, and a headless corpse sat at the desk, all eerily silent.

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Hey... It's okay for you to say that Anchen is m, but I'm not a bastard········ Hawkers,Overall, the recent plot is relatively black.,Sindra also needs a process to change.。 As for the outbreak update, ahem, I don't have a good kidney, so I can't bear it. Eventually, the protagonist will be heard walking because he wants to lure the soldiers over for questioning.