The Emerald Collar, the Eastern Barracks, and the Shadow Crossbowman's station are empty.

Personally selected by Lester, the Shadow Crossbowmen have grown to 65 members, including survivors of the former village of North Knorr, as well as Noxians who have served in the Noxian Black Iron Guard and passed the test of loyalty and want to join them.

The conditions of the territory were sufficient, and after breaking down the cultivation posture and creating an independent training method suitable for the killer's cultivation, Lester began to select and cultivate the Shadow Slayer 'Nightblade'.

On this day, after practicing for a while, the Shadow Crossbowman ushered in his first test.

To the south of the Emerald Collar, in the natural cave of the Shining Silver Mountains, it was pitch black.

The natural karst caves extending in all directions are of different widths and widths, different heights, and there is no light, so the visibility has reached the level of not being able to see the five fingers.

More than sixty people wore black blindfolds and moved forward in the dark, aiming at the source of the whistle that spread outward from the depths of the cave.

The whistle blows every thirty seconds, and the sound waves are refracted through the stone wall, and the ethereal whistle echoes between the caves, making it difficult to determine the direction.

There are many people who have lost their sense of direction, and after the whistle is transmitted from behind them, they do not know that they have turned back, and some people have tripped over the potholes under their feet, and they have fallen straight to the ground and screamed, becoming a distraction for others.

Regardless of the outcome, anyone who has removed the eyepatch that casts the detection spell or who does not reach the source of the whistle within the allotted time will lose their chance to join the NightBlade.

Morris stood in place, not in a hurry.

After the rest of the people around him had left, and the general direction of the source of the whistle was determined, the young man began to take steps and walked towards the depths of the cave in the dark.

In the dark, in addition to the sound of whistles, there are also the sound of water droplets, footsteps, and wheezing that interfere with one's judgment, and the uneven road surface and top of the cave, if you can't protect yourself and master your balance, it is easy to fall or bump into yourself, which can be described as difficult.

In Lester's words, this trial is a test of environmental awareness and physical balance.

"The whistle blows every thirty seconds, and I must catch the direction from which the whistle first came in silence while counting, and move resolutely in that direction, not to be confused by the echoing whistle and other noises, and to protect myself from the stone cone above my head or the crater under my feet......"

After trying to practice the 'art of assassination' taught by Lester, Morris, whose senses and flexibility have improved a lot, has the confidence to complete the trial.

For revenge as soon as possible, he is willing to give everything he has.

After crossing three forks in a row, Morris froze when he heard a whistle coming from behind him.

At this time, the whistle behind him had spread, and two seconds later, another whistle came from the front right, coming behind him.

Sandwiched between two whistles, Morris panicked and a little overwhelmed, and when he came back to his senses, he had lost his sense of direction, and he was not sure whether the direction he was facing was the direction he was heading, or if he had turned backwards.

"Why is the source of the whistle coming from behind me when I count to the 30th second, and then from the front two seconds later? Which side exactly? ”

"Shuo'er~"

"Shhh~"

Two seconds later, two whistles came from both directions, one in front and one in the back, and the confidence he had had had was gone, and in the face of the sudden unknown situation, fine sweat began to appear on Morris's forehead.

Forcibly calming himself down, Morris, who had lost his way, simply sat cross-legged on the ground, put aside all the decisions just now, and reorganized his thoughts.

"First of all, it is certain that the two whistles are definitely not the same whistle, both are true, not echoes."

Through the breathing technique in the 'Assassination Technique', Morris managed to calm himself down and his mind began to work.

"Since they are all independent whistles, there must be one that is fake,

Before the trial, Lord Lester did not say that there would be such a situation, so this extra whistle is likely to be a distraction used to increase the difficulty, and it will definitely not be accidental, the extra whistle is a test of our ability to deal with unexpected situations,

In other words, there is a way to crack this, and it is by no means a dead end......

If two different people whistle, there must be a subtle difference, so what does the whistle look like at the beginning......"

"Shuo'er~"

"Shhh~"

The two whistles were again two seconds apart, coming from both directions.

Standing up, Morris turned and walked behind him.

"Found you."

Around noon, most of the members of the Shadow Crossbowmen left the cave with their heads down and returned to the station, a few of them wounded.

Meredith, feeling the magic fluctuations on the blindfold, shook her head at Lester and signaled that no one was cheating.

Behind Leicester, there were only five people left.

Nodding in response to Meredith, Lester turned with a serious face.

"You made it through the first trial, but that's just the beginning."

Five, including Morris, coldly knelt on one knee in submission.

"Next, I will teach you the advanced 'assassination technique', the next trial will be even more difficult, practice hard, don't let me down."

"Yes."

……

In Demacia, Blake, a homeless man from Shurima, wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed bitterly.

It's been almost a month since he was captured by Demacia's soldiers and taken to the quarry, and his body has lost a lot of weight due to the lack of food and drink every day, and his ribs are clearly visible.

Even if you are passive and slacking off, you can't stand the damage to your body caused by long-term labor.

Unable to find three Demacians who were willing to testify for him, and unable to prove that he was not a spy of Noxus, Blake could only continue to wield a pickaxe every day in the open-pit quarries of the Urus Mountains, and voluntarily contribute to the construction of Demacia's city defense.

"Stop! Come and assemble! ”

Hearing the overseer's voice coming from a distance, Blake dropped his blunt-tipped pickaxe and cowered as he followed the other dozen or so men to the clearing outside the quarry.

"Is that the yodeler? What did she come to do? Wouldn't you be quarrying too? ”

Noticing that standing in front of the overseer was the dwarf who often followed General Oren, Blake was a little confused.

"Stand in line!"

A dozen men were loosely arranged in two rows, listlessly watching the overseer of the Demacian quarry who was about to toss people again.

The yodelers, with a small round shield on their backs, soon approached, and carefully examined the tired homeless people one by one with wide eyes on their backs, and soon stopped in front of Blake.

"I saw you in the border village of Demacia, and you came from the east after Oron had just settled here with his troops...... You've been in Demacia for so long that no one wants to testify for you? ”

"I have nothing, they want a lot, so here I am."

He shook his head with a wry smile, although he didn't know what it meant to be a yodeler who was not as tall as his waist, but the situation couldn't be worse.

The yodeler sighed and turned to the overseer.

"He's fine, I'll see the others."

"Yes, Master Pochi."

"It's Bobby!"