In the dark room, the campfire reflected in her hair, reflecting the brilliance of the sun. The deep wound on her face, coupled with the tears rolling down, did not detract from her beauty in the slightest.

Wayne placed the body at the woman's feet as carefully as she could. The body was completely deformed, and the tattered ** was full of wounds, some of which were made by themselves, and some of which were not. It was more like a pile of limbs and flesh than a man.

"He walked ...... Is it quick?" said the widow, sobbing.

Not very quickly. Wayne tracked the ugly thing until its lair was in the woods outside of East Demacia. She managed to interrupt its metamorphosis, its eyes beginning to grow and expand, and its mouth turned into a large jaw. Its left arm had grown into a razor-sharp chelate, and it looked angry.

Wayne shook off the slimy brain in her hand, which had been glued to when she shattered its skull.

"Hmm. Wayne replied.

"Oh, my love. Selena said, kneeling down and hugging the body that was no longer human, and said, "How could such a tragedy happen!"

Wayne also knelt beside the couple. Selena held the man's mutilated head and clung to her chest, unconcerned that the blood stained her dress.

"Some people have turned themselves into beasts. But some people don't do it willingly. Wayne said.

She held the corpse's swollen hand and examined it nonchalantly. "He should be the second case. ”

Selena's eyes widened, her eyes full of anger.

"You're saying someone made him like this? Who is it? Why ......?"

She threw herself on the man's corpse and wept bitterly, unable to utter a word.

"Sometimes, the animals, or shapeshifters, want to have company. Sometimes it's just cruel nature. They attack others, either out of anger or because they are not clear-headed. I've also seen some guys and they're just boring. They think it's funny," Wayne said, patting the woman on the head, "but there's still a ...... They are hungry. ”

The widow looked up at Wayne and sobbed.

"I don't ...... I don't understand......"

Wayne smiled pitifully at the woman.

"They want to eat people, but sometimes their prey runs away. In the process, the phages of those beasts may infect their prey. In this way, normal people will also be deformed. ”

The widow stared at Wayne. Wayne's hand gently ripped her hair away from her tear-filled eyes, and the crossbow on her wrist clanged.

"The last beast I killed told me that if the prey loves it, it tastes better. That's a deliciously juicy texture when the prey blushes. If you add the atmosphere of the honeymoon, you can't imagine whether it tastes good?" Vayne said with a thought.

The widow cried no more. Her eyes grew cold.

"He really loves you, you know. Wayne said.

The widow tried to stand up, but Wayne grabbed her by the hair and pulled it tightly.

"He must have been surprised when you bit him. People always do unexpected things when they are afraid. Moreover, being betrayed by a loved one must be the most frightening thing. ”

With a flick of her wrist, Wayne pulled the trigger of her crossbow.

"So, who made you shapeshift?"

The woman glared back at Vane in disgust, her eyes darkening and turning crimson.

"No one," her voice said like a knife scraping against a stone. "I was born like this. ”

Wayne smiled.

"How do you know?" asked the widow, her hand slowly sliding behind her back.

"The bite mark is on the front of the neck, not on the back. And he didn't have any other wounds on his body. I knew it must have been done by someone he trusted. Come on, try it. ”

The widow was stunned.

"Try what?"

"The freshly conjured claw behind you. Cut me, and let's see if you can cut off my hand before I can give you an arrow to your head. Wayne said.

The chelate behind the widow shrank back, and she was depressed. That's the end of the game.

"Why?" she asked.

"What, why?" Vayne asked rhetorically, expressionless.

"Why didn't you just walk in and kill me? Why did you do that...... Play?"

Wayne grinned, cunning with disgust.

"Because I'm going to make sure I'm right. And because I want you to taste his panic and fear too. But the main thing is ......"

Wayne's wrist tightened. With a crackle of metal, a six-inch silver arrow stabbed into the witch's head. The widow's eyes rolled and she collapsed to the ground like a sack of stones.

"It's because it's fun. ”

"Human death is inevitable. Those who can be avoided are only defeated. ”

~Debang Governor

It is rumored that as long as it is a one-on-one battle, Zhao Xin has never lost. He has struggled with adversity for most of his life. His earliest memories came from Vesero, an Ionian fishing boat, with which he sailed from Laiken to fish. He was a diligent steward, following every request of the elders, from cleaning the dirty deck to sorting out tangled fishing nets...... Until that day, the fishing boat inadvertently sailed too far and entered the waters of another country.

Two Noxian privateers caught up with the small fishing boat. Their commander boarded the ship and proclaimed the glory of Noxus and made Viscello and his attaché his personal and legitimate property. Although most of them were elderly fishermen and were not eligible for conscription, they were all taken back to Noxus.

After enduring a difficult voyage on the high seas, Zhao Xin found himself in a strange new land. The mountains and rivers here are not beautiful, and there is no magic in the forests. The streets were lined with majestic gates and sturdy stone walls he had never seen before, and every inch of available space was packed with people. He learns that this is the capital of Noxus, and that it is here that a man named "Darkwell" rules the vast empire. He and the rest of Vescello's crew were separated, and with no way home, Zhao Xin had to obey the captor's arrangement.

His spear skills were not buried, and it was not long before he had the opportunity to earn a better life, and if he was willing to use his high martial arts, he would have access to a better life. Noxus admired force, and his master considered him a brave fighter.

Zhao Xin, who had nothing and no regrets about dying, accepted this opportunity. He took off his ragged clothes, put on crude armor, and entered the Reckoning Arena.

Seriously, it's a weird form of entertainment. Majestic warriors, given even more majestic names, fought each other in front of a crowd of wolves and tigers. The cheers will be dedicated to the exceptional skill, the flamboyant performance, and every splash of blood. Zhao Xin inherited the name of "Viscello" and was born out of thin air and became famous. It didn't take long for him to have a showdown in which he would fill the arena and fill his patrons. In just a few years, Vescello became a resounding name that delighted audiences and terrified the rest of the liquidators.

But his good fortune was short-lived.