Quinn has been waiting. She watched as the Noxian soldiers lit a fire in the clearing in the woods, and watched them drink a full two leather bags of wine. Drunk soldiers are good at cooking. But she wanted them to just get drunk and confused, not completely out of control. In the wilderness, a small mistake can cost a person's life, and these soldiers have just made a big mistake: one is to light a fire to let her know that they are extremely arrogant, and the other is to drink wine, apparently they feel that there is no ambush in front of them, and there are no pursuers behind them.

The first commandment: The pursuers are always there, and remember them

Quinn finds a hollow dead tree at the edge of the woodland. She bent her arms and crawled forward, ignoring the mud on her belly and sliding her body into the dead wood. The previous heavy rain had turned the entire forest into a swamp, and for the next few hours, she would hide here, picking up bugs from her clothes to pass the time.

The second commandment: Life is the first, dignity is secondary

Quinn's gaze carefully avoided looking directly at the campfire in the clearing, so as not to affect his night vision. She silently counted the number of people, only five, one less. What about the sixth man? She thought as she tried to get up from the ground. Suddenly, the cold hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Her whole body froze.

A figure stepped out from behind a dark tree. It is a soldier, dressed in cooked leather black armor, with light hands and a shadowy silhouette. He paused, scanning the shadows carefully, his hand resting on the metal hilt.

Did he find her? It couldn't be.

Hey!" exclaimed one of the soldiers sitting by the campfire, "Come here if you want to drink, Olmedo is running out!"

The third commandment: Be silent and keep quiet, silence is golden

The soldier, known as Wilding, cursed under his breath. Seeing his restless appearance, Quinn couldn't help but smile. "Shut up!" he hissed, "even people in Noxus can hear your shouting!"

"Oh, Wilding, there's no one else but us. The Demacians didn't care to chase us. They were busy polishing their armor and dressing up carefully. Come on, let's have a drink!"

Velding sighed softly, shrugged helplessly, and turned to walk towards the campfire. Quinn breathed a sigh of relief, this soldier did have some ability, but unfortunately he mistrusted others, thinking that they were the only ones in the wilderness.

The Fourth Commandment: Grinding without phosphorus, nirvana without restraint

Quinn smiled slightly. She glanced up and saw a dark blue figure. The figure stood out in the rain cloud-covered sky, and it was her falcon companion Hua Luo. Hua Luo flew slightly low, she nodded slightly, this was the silent communication between them, and the tacit understanding had increased over the years. Her right hand was clenched into a fist, slightly in a circular motion, and three fingers were outstretched. She knew that Hua Luo could see it clearly, and she could understand it clearly.

The Fifth Commandment: Wait for the opportunity to act, and make a decision at the right time

Quinn knew they should kill the soldiers quietly so that they wouldn't go head-to-head. However, the soldier's words had already offended Demacia, and she was furious. She must let these people know who took them, and she must also let them know that Demacia is not a primitive tribe and will not be easily trampled under the feet of the ambitious Noxus. She made up her mind, stood up, and strode into the camp as if it were the most natural thing for her to be there. Quinn stood still at the edge of the firelight, hooded over her head, her soaked cloak wrapped tightly around her.

"Hand over what you have stolen and spare your lives. Quinn said, looking up to see that it was a leather backpack with Demacia's logo sewn on it, and the wings and sword were one.

The soldiers scrambled to their feet, their eyes blinking and blinking, scanning back and forth at the outer edge of the clearing. They scrambled to pick up their swords, and the clumsiness of their appearance was so unexpected that she almost burst out laughing. The soldier who had almost stepped on him just now had done a good job of hiding his surprise. Seeing that she was alone, he relaxed.

"Little girl, this is a little far from your house. He said, raising his sword in his hand.

"Wilding, your home is further away. ”

Hearing his name, he frowned and focused on his hind feet. Quinn knew he was thinking, how much she knew about them. The soldiers scattered and surrounded her. She pulled her cloak tightly and wrapped it around her body.

"Hand over your backpack. Quinn said, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Take her!" shouted Wilding.

These were his last words.

Quinn stretched out his hands and swept the cloak behind him. She raised her left hand, the crossbow in her hand pointed at Verdin, and a sharp black arrow burst through the air and plunged straight into his eye. Wilding immediately fell to the ground without a sound. Immediately afterward, a second arrow pierced the chest of the soldier on his left. The remaining four soldiers sped up.

A shrill cry suddenly pierced the sky, and Hua Luo swooped to the ground, as fast as a lightning bolt in the clear night sky. He spread his wings, his wings waving in the wind, and his body drew an arc like a sickle. Hua Luo's curved claws gripped the face of one of the soldiers fiercely, tearing it to pieces in an instant. Then there was the soldier next to him, his beak pecking at the top of the soldier's head, cracking open his skull. The third soldier was about to raise his sword, but Hualuo's claws sank into his shoulder, pressing the soldier to the ground. The beak fell, and the soldier's struggle came to an abrupt end.

The last soldier immediately turned around and ran towards the woods.

Sixth Commandment: Fight together, fight quickly

Quinn half-knelt to aim, and fired a pair of sharp arrows from the crossbow. The arrow pierced the soldier's back and came out of his chest. He fell forward, no more movement. Narrowly, he ran into the woods. Quinn knelt motionless, keeping an eye out for movement around the wilderness, making sure there were no enemies nearby. All that left her ears was the most ordinary sounds of the forest at night.

Quinn stood up, and Warlot flew towards her, claws clutching the backpack stolen by the Noxian soldiers, which contained military secrets. Hua Luo let go of her claws, and her free hand grabbed the backpack and slung it to her shoulder with a flick. Hua Luo rested on her arm, his beak and claws stained with blood, his body trembling slightly from the excitement of the hunt. He tilted his head toward Quinn, his golden eyes glinting with joy. She couldn't help but grin, they had always been inseparable and intimate, so she knew what he was thinking.

"I also find it strange. Quinn said, "How did they get into Demacia and go so far?"

Hua Luo let out a shrill cry, and she nodded in agreement.

"That's what I thought," she said, "and go south." ”

The Seventh Commandment: Brotherhood, life and death