The first guard heard the sound of corpses smashing on the ground and turned to face Cain.

The Assassin smiled, enjoying the moment to the fullest. "Can't move, can you?" he hissed, as he retreated into Noxtola's shadow again. "Fear ......"

The guard shuddered as he saw his shadow surging up and turning into Cain.

"Now you should run, Noxian. Go and tell them what you see. ”

The guards threw away their spears and ran in the direction of Findor. But he didn't run far.

Another figure appeared, Nakuri, dressed in the same pitch-black coat as Kai'in, leaping from behind Noxtola's high walls and stabbing his katana into the deserter's abdomen. He and Cain looked at each other. "The mighty power of Noxus, self-deception......"

"I knew you were impulsive, brother," Cain said fiercely. "But I didn't expect you to do that. You've been following me all the way for so long, just to get my light?"

However, there was no time to lecture him, and the sound of the approaching horseback regiment was already close to his ears.

"Najuri, get out of here. I'll settle accounts with you later. If you can survive. ”

The long shadows of dusk hid the bodies, and the corps had almost reached the bottom of the arch before noticing something unusual.

"Stop!" shouted the vanguard at the front, drawing his sword. "Dispersal! Alert!"

The horseback soldiers jumped off their horses in bewilderment, and Cain saw the goods they were carrying for the first time. It was the same as it had been said—wrapped in chain mail and coarse cloth, and tied to the back of a sturdy Fendosha horse.

Nagiuri never saw patience as a talent. Without a plan, he rushed to the nearest soldier. Cain, on the other hand, always weighs carefully when choosing a target, so he takes aim at the vanguard leader and causes him to fall under his sword.

He looked back at the Fendosa colt, but the scythe was missing.

No. He has long since cut himself off, and there is no room for failure.

"Kaiin!" shouted Nakuri as he kept slashing the soldiers. "Behind!"

In desperation, a Noxian soldier opened the package and released his weapon. The red one-eyed man was fierce and exuded a monster-like rage. The soldier's eyes lost their light and he brandished his weapon viciously at his comrades. Apparently he could no longer control himself, and only tried in vain to throw down the giant scythe in his hand.

The rumors are true.

The soldier's flesh and blood were being corrupted by the power of the Darkspawn, twisting into a ball in agony. Cain summoned shadow magic once more and plunged into the Noxian soldier's body. In a very short moment, he saw the world through the eyes of this immortal being, witnessing the pain, torment, screaming, and wailing it had inflicted for thousands of years. This is the death of reincarnation and immortality. It is evil in its purest form and must be stopped.

He burst out of the remnants of the Noxian soldier's body—the soldier's flesh had long since twisted into a clump of scales, now shattered into countless black shards and crystal dust. All that remained was the Scythe, whose one-eyed eye was now closed. Kaiin reached out, and Nagiuri had disposed of the last of his enemies.

"Stop, brother!" he shouted, wiping the blood from his katana. "What are you doing? You see what it's capable of! You have to destroy it!"

Cain looked at him. "Nope. It's mine. ”

The two shadow stream disciples approached each other step by step, and neither of them would retreat. On the other side of the city's borders, alarm bells began to roar. Time is running out.

Najuri shook the knife in his hand backwards. "What do you want, brother?"

At this point, the Scythe spoke to Cain. The voice seemed to only echo in his head, but Nakuri's widening eyes showed that he heard it too.

"Who is qualified?"

Cain summoned his shadow hand, grabbed the weapon, lifted it into the night sky, and spun and fell into the palm of his long-awaited palm. He felt like it was part of his body, as if he had never been separated from it, as if he had been born to wait for it. He skilfully pulled a few flowers, then pointed a knife at Nakuri's throat.

"Just do it. ”

ShortStory

Phantom Feather

Lowe

Phantom Feather

Lowe

To the Lotlan tribe, Lo of Vastaya is a notorious trickster and the best war dancer of all time. He is dashing and charismatic, yet elusive at the same time. In the eyes of the inhabitants of the Ionian Highlands, the name "Lowe" has always been synonymous with lively festivals, lively parties and a jumble of music. Few people know that this energetic prodigal and rebellious Kasumi are a couple, and his every move is to fully cooperate with her actions.

Since ancient times, the Lotlan tribe of Vastaya has lived in seclusion on the mystical frontiers of Ionia's dense forests. It is pregnant with the magical power of the heavens and the earth, and it is as old as new. The Vastaya people avoided the places where humans lived, where the magical power was so weak that they were as dry and desolate as a desert to them. Few people are willing to leave their dying homeland and see the outside world. The path Lowe chose was even more difficult. He travels the world along the path of the flow of magic, making friends with people and recording fleeting songs.

Luo lingers in the teahouse of the wine shop, and often appears at the village carnival. At this time, he is a funny troublemaker and a popular street performer. He had become accustomed to the dashing adventures of his long journey, until he met Kasumi at the harvest festival in the small town of Longo.

At the time, Lowe was singing an old ballad. His dazzling feathered outfit and brilliant performance mesmerized the audience. He saw Kasumi in the crowd. Kasumi is not interested in his performance, but she is oblivious to his charm. In the past, countless human and Vasaya beauties had fascinated him, and after seeing his charm with her own eyes, how could she not fall in love with him?

Lo is deeply interested in Kasumi and decides to follow her on a journey. On the way, her every move, word and deed deeply attracted him. She was pre-emptive, dedicated, and indifferent to other matters, while he was a man of grace, frivolous and casual in his dealings, and overly enthusiastic in his dealings with others. Even if the two have completely different personalities, when they are in danger, the indescribable tacit understanding between them will turn the two of them into safety. Soon, they fell in love and formed an indissoluble bond.