Verse 7: Eternal Night

"Big people don't necessarily have a happy life, little people also have their own happiness, and the difference between people is not where we stand, but where we are facing......

One

"Space-time spells?" Salamod said in surprise.

The man in the brown cloak chuckled twice behind Salamod's back, "Your defeat is a certainty!" He looked confident, as if Salamud was on his knees and begging for mercy at the moment.

"Secret Method: Dark Touch"

Salamud didn't see the brown-cloaked mantle cast it, in fact, as soon as he turned around, he was entangled in the black tentacles that the magic power had conjured.

"Very good confinement spell, Wickb!" said Salamud with a smile, the black tentacles wrapped tighter as he spoke, but he seemed to be relaxed.

"It's over, Salammod!" Vikbu drew a silver sword from behind his back and slashed at Salammod. "It seems that as a protector, you don't have the right to-" He didn't finish the rest of his sentence, for the other man's figure turned into a cloud of scorching gray smoke as soon as the sword touched Salammod's body......

"Secret Method: Ash Mirror"

"Your eyes are still so bad, Vikbu!" said Salamud, standing not far behind Vikbu, with a smile, "I can't even tell the difference between the mirror images!"

Wickeb quickly turned around and glared at Salamud viciously, "When?"

"In the beginning—" said Salamud, spreading his hands, "what you see at the beginning is my mirror image!"

"Unfortunately, this time it's the real thing!" Vic Bu rushed towards Salamud with his sword at great speed, but as soon as he took three steps, two blue magical chains flew out of the ground without warning, locking his legs. Before he could come to his senses, another chain locked his unsword-wielding hand. "I won't let you succeed this time!" Wickeb shouted, smashing the chains that were about to lock his sword-wielding hand, and severing the chains on his feet. Just as he was about to settle the remaining two, an indigo ball of light struck him...... After a loud bang, Wickeb fell to the ground on all fours.

"Didn't you have time to use the space-time spell?" said Salamud.

"I underestimated you," Wickeb said, rising from the ground, "You're a very strong opponent! ”

Salamud chuckled, "You're also very good at fighting!" He clasped his hands together, and the magical power that glowed blue gathered between his fingers, and a powerful spell was being cast.

Wickeb closed his eyes, chanted the incantation, and after a sharp sound, he appeared in front of Salamod in less than a second......!

"Looks like you still have this sword!" Wickeb gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, concentrating all his strength on the sword.

"This is a valuable collector's item!" Salamud also held a sword in his hand, the broad blade of which was pressed against his left shoulder on one side and the blade of Vikbu's sword on the other.

"It's a pity that this sword didn't inherit any of Axio's power!" Wickeb removed his sword and launched a new attack.

A series of metallic sounds clashing against each other tore the silence of the grass/plain to shreds. Brandishing his clumsy greatsword and making movements that did not match his chubby body at all, Salamud was simply more agile than a tanuki, and his swordsmanship and body skills were not inferior to those of his opponents. Seeing that it was difficult to win in hand-to-hand combat, Wickeb decisively jumped backwards to distance himself.

"Wise choice!" Salamod seemed to be enjoying the fight with Vikbu, and there was no nervous expression on his face, "Otherwise, you will definitely lose!"

"I can't believe that someone like you is so good at hand-to-hand combat!" Vikbu adjusted his breathing as much as he could, so that his opponent would not see his exhaustion.

"People like you who haven't experienced war don't understand real battles!" said Salamud, looking at the moon disk hanging high in the sky, as if recalling his past.

Vikbu laughed a few times and pointed at Salamud, "Your hands are also stained with the blood of innocent lives, in a way- we are the same!"

"Perhaps, Vikbu," Salamod whispered, "but there is one thing that I have and you don't!"

"I'd love to hear what that is!" Wickeb's words were sarcastic.

"It's the courage to repent!" replied Salamod.

"Then let me test your mettle!" Wick plunged his sword into the ground, and as he spoke, a stream of cold air continued to mix into the air around him, liquefiing the original air into droplets. It didn't take long for the droplets to weave densely into a thick white mist.

"Secret Method: Dispersion!"

The fog quickly spread around, enveloping Salamud in it. "You have to hold your breath or you'll be weakened," Salamo thought, but it was really hard for him, and the fog was so dense that it wouldn't dissipate easily.

"Salamod!" Vikbu's voice came from the thick fog, "In this mist, your power will be weakened and eventually you will become powerless!"

"But you can't move it if you want to maintain it!" Salamod shouted at where Vikbu's voice came from.

Vikbu laughed loudly under the cover of the fog, and at the same time, Salamud's ears caught a sharp sound of metal rubbing against the air, and before he could react, a white light pierced the surrounding fog, and the grass beneath his feet was instantly stained red with blood......

Two

It is fitting to describe such a night as a bright moon. There was only a full moon standing alone in the inky sky, the shadows of the night had obscured the dim starlight, but it could do nothing about the silver moon.

There were only a few guests left in the York's tavern, and the guests who stayed at the hotel had already slept. York carried two large wooden barrels full of swill to the dry well at the back door of the tavern and brought the swill inside, and although he looked robust, the work tired him out. He wanted to sit on the stone slab next to the dry well and take a breath, but a figure under the tree not far away made him forget his fatigue for a while, and when he looked closely, he saw the man:

"The red mirror protects the eyes, and the body carries a holy silver crossbow. The lotus canopy dances in the wind, and the green silk and gold belt are tied. 」

"Night Hunter, Wayne, she's really here!" York whispered, and immediately fell to the ground, trying to keep the fence wall in the way of his chubby body.

"Come out! I've found you!" Vayne stopped and shouted.

York was suddenly scared into a cold sweat, but he analyzed it carefully, and what Wayne said just now should not be referring to himself. Sure enough, a dozen tall black shadows appeared in the moonlight, surrounding Wayne in the middle.

"It turned out to be the Shadow Blade Warrior*, I thought it was someone from the Covenant Society. Wayne said disdainfully, her voice deep, a bit like a man's.

"Why did you come to Doha Village, Wayne?" asked the lead Shadowblade Warrior, who could fit two Wayne in terms of size.

"I should ask you this question!" Wayne crossed his arms over his chest, "I haven't found a dark wizard, but it's not bad to kill a few Shadowblade warriors, who made you serve Noxus?"

"Don't underestimate us too much!" a Shadowblade warrior shouted and rushed towards Vayne, his sword gleaming with a blinding silver glow.

This was the sound of a mechanical clockwork, and at the same time, a very thin white light cut through the solemnity of the night. The Shadow Blade Warrior who had rushed towards Wayne fell to the ground, his round eyes filled with surprise and fear.

"Hmm! Hex's bolt launcher isn't bad!" Wayne said, touching the bolt launcher on her left arm, "Would you like to try it too?"

"Watch out for her silver crossbow! it's too sharp! Try to get close to her as much as possible!" the lead Shadowblade warrior spoke, keeping his eyes on Vayne's silver crossbow.

Two Shadowblades rushed up from the front, while the other three looked behind Wayne for an opportunity. Wayne took it in stride, killing the two men with her silver crossbow, then quickly leaned down to dodge the sneak attack behind her, and kicked the nearest Shadowblade with a sweeping kick. The remaining two guys tried to slash Vayne as she first got up, but Vayne was too agile and she turned around and missed, and appeared behind one of them, grabbing the man with one hand. Pinned the opponent's sword-wielding arm behind his back and slammed his knee into the face, drawing out the hand that cast the grappling. The whole set of movements is smooth and coherent, and it takes less than 3 seconds. A Shadowblade warrior lay on all fours on the ground, blood streaming from his mouth and nose.

"Quick! Don't give her a chance to use the Silver Crossbow, she's not good at hand-to-hand combat!" shouted the lead Shadow Blade Warrior.

A new assault began! Two Shadow Blade warriors attacked from mid-air, leaping high with their swords in hand, and slashing at Wayne. At the same time, the other two guys rushed from both sides, and the speed was amazing. Vayne adjusted his breathing, drew the short sword equipped on his leg, and eliminated the remaining Shadow Blade warrior in one fell swoop, and then ran towards the guy who rushed from the left, and because the two of them were too fast, they could only rely on instinct to make some movements. Apparently she was superior, she lifted her left leg and stomped on her opponent's newly raised right leg, jumped with her strength, spun sharply in mid-air and stabbed her short sword forward. The timing was just right, the warrior who rushed towards Vayne from the right just now almost crashed into the short sword himself, and was directly stabbed in the heart, and because Vayne had just changed his position, the enemy's attack from mid-air also failed.

The battle is not over. Wayne's reaction was so quick that she pulled out her dagger from the body of the creature who had been pierced to the core, and turned around, severing the jugular veins of the enemy in front of her. The two guys who had just attacked from mid-air immediately threw themselves into the fight, but it was clear that neither of them was Vayne's opponent. The short sword was like a living creature with long legs and legs, doing all kinds of fancy moves in Wayne's hands, and before the two poor Shadow Blade warriors could see it, they became the souls of other people's swords.

"Aren't you good at hand-to-hand combat?" Wayne snorted, "but it's more than enough to deal with you!"

Three

The fog slowly lifted, revealing Victor's form. "It seems that your reaction is still very fast!" a smile appeared on his face that was difficult to describe in words, as if it were disdainful and mocking.

"What's your magic next?" said Salamud, kneeling on one knee on the grass with his injured arm clutched, still with a relaxed expression on his face, apparently a disguise.

"Your power must have been almost weakened, old fellow!" Wickeb felt like he had a win.

"Okay, one more point!" replied Salamod in a joking tone.

"How do you know this kind of thing without giving it a try?" said Vikbu, appearing behind Salamod using a space-time spell, pulling out the sword that had just struck Salamaud from the grass and slashing at him......

A few streaks of white light tore the darkness around him, and Salamud gasped and fell to the ground, his body covered in horrific wounds, and his gray-white robes were half red with blood.

"Looks like my spell has made you lose the ability to fight back!" Viceb pointed his sword at Salammod, "It's over, Salammod!"

"Not yet, Vikbu—" The corners of Salamud's mouth turned up slightly, and he held out a hand, the power of magic stirring the air around him, forming a small tornado on his outstretched arm, and some gray substance constantly mixed into it, emitting a dazzling fire as the tornado swirled rapidly......

"Secret Method: Ember Burial!"

The small tornado quickly engulfed Wickb's body and hissed with a hissing sound. At the same time, with all his might, Salamud threw the greatsword in his hand behind him, and the greatsword spun and hit an object, and blood splattered everywhere......

Wickeb fell to his knees with a thud, and the great sword that Salamud had just thrown pierced his body, and blood continued to spurt out of the blood groove of the sword. "It turns out - you, you were slashed by me on purpose—" Wickeb said this and fell to the ground, the life force no longer able to support his body.

"I remember working together a long time ago - the ashes would cling to the droplets, forming small particles of dust in the air, and without your dispersion spell, there would be no my Ashes Burial Hell. As soon as Salamod finished speaking, he spat blood from his mouth, and he hurriedly supported his body with one hand.

"Too—do you know my space-time spells?" said Wickeb, struggling as he lay on the ground, and he was already in shock, "Do you know that I'm going to—use space-time spells—out—right now behind your—so throw my sword into that?"

"Yes, against an enemy like you, extraordinary measures must be taken. With that, Salamud coughed violently.

"Isn't it almost happening?" The voice came from behind Salamod. Salamud quickly turned around and saw an "intact" Wickeb standing in front of him, and he looked back at the Wickeb who was lying on the ground and was still breathing, and found that there was only a white light that was fading away.

"Do you think you're the only one who can mirror spells?" Wickeb sneered as he bent down.

Salamod looked at the triumphant Wickeb and laughed out loud, slamming his left hand into the ground, and a silver spell barrier suddenly appeared at Wickb's feet.

"Forbidden Technique: Rune Seal!"

"W-what!?" Vikb was startled, and the silver spell barrier emitted a blinding glow that illuminated half of the grassland......

Wickb's head and arms hung limply, standing there like a dried corpse. "You knew it was a mirror image from the beginning, didn't you?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes, because my eyes are better than yours!" said Salamod, clutching his chest, looking pained, but still brisk.

"You actually know the spell of Exio, the Rune Seal—" Wickeb finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell straight to the grass.

"You'll be sealed for fifty years, Wickb," Salamud coughed violently, "for this—fifty years—you've had life—but you can't—do nothing!"

"What a terrible seal, unable to move, unable to speak, yet able to see, and still alive. Wick stared blankly ahead, his voice starting to grow dry and hoarse.

"How long do I have to live, Vikbu, and your Blood Sacrifice Curse has taken effect. Salamod looked at the bleeding wound on his right arm, and the blood coming out of it was black.

"By tomorrow morning—" Vikbu's words were no longer audible, and it was clear that the rune seal had robbed him of his ability to speak.

After a sharp thud, a tall man in a red robe appeared next to Salamod, who leaned down to look at him, and then turned his head to look at Viceb, who was lying on the ground like a dry corpse. "It seems that the best guardians and the bravest spies are dead here today!" the man whispered, his words containing an inexplicable terrifying power, and the air pressure around him changed due to his voice.

"My lord—I—" Salamud looked at the red-robed man, his eyes filled with tears.

"Sorry, Salamod, I'm late. The red-robed man crouched down and patted Salamud on the shoulder.

Without warning, a white light appeared beside Salamod and the red-robed man, and they turned their eyes to this white light, only to see it tremble a few times, and then speak, it was Wickb's voice: "They already know that Anton Saron is here, and it is no longer safe here. In addition, Noxus has sent Shadowblade Warriors, they are coming for the broken sword of the Spellbreaker family, you need to hurry up and protect Elaina's family!"

"Wayne's side should have already taken out the Shadowblade. The red-robed man whispered.

"It seems-" Salamud smiled at the red-robed man, his large hood completely obscuring his face, "it was all pre-arranged - Wayne came here to hunt down Wickeb - and the adults used her - to kill the Shadowblade-"

Four

"Dodge the raid!"

Wayne rolled around on the ground, dodging the cold arrows coming from behind, and fired an arrow at him, the silver crossbow piercing the knee of the leading Shadowblade Warrior, and the guy fell to the ground with a scream. Wayne didn't stop there, she took out the Holy Silver Crossbow from behind her, pulled the string, and shot a 4-foot silver arrow. The screeching sound of cutting metal shattered the tranquility of the grass, and for a moment, the barking of dogs, the whining of people being woken up, and the frightened screams of those who had not slept made the grass even more noisy than during the day.

"Demon Judgment!"

The leading Shadowblade was pierced by the large silver arrows that flew at a rapid pace, knocking him and his companions away with a tremendous impact.

Hiding on the sidelines, York witnessed the whole battle, and at this moment, he was constantly breaking out in a cold sweat, his body trembling and shrinking into a ball, and he probably forgot his last name. A silver-gloved hand gently patted York's shoulder, a blow that brought his fear to a creep, and he cried like a wolf. However, when he saw the owner of the hand, he didn't even have the ability to cry.

Wayne looked at York, who was so frightened that she couldn't help laughing, she took off her red goggles, revealing a pair of charming blue eyes, "Am I that scary?

[Author's Note]

* Shadow Blade: Noxus Assassination Agency, the leader is the famous League of Legends hero, "Shadow of the Blade" Tyrone.