He Comes From the Void

"Traitor," Sivir replied.

　　 "Your old captain?" Kahn immediately remembered the leader of the mercenary group that attacked them that night.

　　 "I will soon become the dead leader." Sivir's tone was cold, without a trace of emotion.

　　Although Ah Zhaihalo abandoned her and made her a blessing in disguise, it does not mean that Sivir will let him go.

　　 This is a woman who must repay her. Other people have the same thoughts in their hearts.

　　 "Let’s find a place to rest first. After a week’s journey, the sand on the sole of the shoe has no time to shake out." Kaisha noticed the exhausted mental state of Taliyah and Kassadin and couldn't help but said.

　　 There is no skin armor that constantly regulates the physical state, and the two do not have as much physical strength as theirs.

　　 "We have no money to stay in the shop." Kassadin replied dullly, and all the gold ornaments he brought back from Icacia were replaced with supplies.

　　 "Unless the camel is brought to the market and sold first."

　　 "Hey!" Sivir interrupted.

"Don’t have to be so troublesome. How long does it take to kill a traitor. When I **** the mercenary group’s resident from the dear old leader, I want to rest, take a bath, relax and relax. Enjoy." Sivir began to ride a camel towards somewhere in the city, and motioned for a few people to follow.

　　 The remaining four people looked at each other, and then Kane sighed: "This is her site, so let her arrange it. Anyway, we don't need to act."

　　 Following Sivir, the four of them came to a small square next to the central library area of ​​Nashram.

　　 It is covered with dust, the stone slabs on the ground are older than any empire, and they are usually quiet.

Taliyah can feel the pulsation in the depths of the rock and hear them talk to her-these slates have existed in ancient times, when the warriors in gold armor had just captured here, and the raging in the book In the fire, a pair of brothers of the **** warriors fought here.

　　To this day, the reverberations of Jintiejiaoge are still engraved in the depths of the rock, making her tremble.

　　 "You are waiting for me outside, this is my personal vengeance." Sivir got off the camel and gave it to Taliyah to take care of it.

　　 She turned into an alley, then opened the curtain at the door and walked in.

　　 "Can she do it alone?" Taliyah looked at Sivir's lonely back, unavoidably worried.

　　 "Don't worry, she is no ordinary person anymore."

　　……

　　 The mercenary station was transformed into a private tavern, but now there are not many people, no candles are lit, and it looks dim and deserted.

　　 Zhaihalo was sitting at the bar drinking sullen wine, and Bilgewater’s rum poured into his throat cup by cup, burning his esophagus.

　　 "Leader, we don’t have enough manpower. What should I do?"

　　 "Go to the street to find, the war has just been finished, you can find a few war orphans by just looking around."

　　 After drinking a swig, Zhai Haruo impatiently slammed the silver wine glass on the wooden table and shouted loudly.

"But those orphans have to go through years of training before they can become combat effective, and most of them are malnourished. We have to pay for them to make up for their health." The newly promoted deputy sighed, "Hey, there are too many people involved in this mission. Up."

　　 "Then go to the city to post a notice and recruit people to join the group!"

　　 Zhai Haruo roared, scared the new deputy to flee to the door tremblingly.

　　 The mercenary group needs to be managed carefully. She really doesn't want to take up this mess, but this arrogant group leader doesn't take her personal wishes seriously.

　　 Just when she was thinking about how to do it well, she inadvertently ran into a figure.

　　 is the employer who came to post the task?

　　 The female deputy raised her head to look at the tall woman. Her appearance made her feel a visual shock.

　　 She has a pair of strange purple eyes, glowing slightly in the dark. There were three facial lines painted on her face, but she thought it was a tattoo, but she couldn't understand the meaning behind it.

　　 is a shawl straight hair, from the root to the tip of the hair presents a gradient from deep purple to pure black, a kind of low-key gorgeousness.

　　 Her long hair covers the metal forehead, and there is a huge emerald inlaid on it. It has a sense of age. It looks like it was taken from some tomb, and it is of great value.

　　 After digesting the initial visual impact, the female deputy looked at the whole face, and then became more familiar with it, and finally couldn't help exclaiming.

　　 "Sivir's deputy!"

　　 She recognized Sivir, but Sivir did not even say hello perfunctorily as usual, and directly reached out and held her face to push her away.

　　 The indifference between her brows and eyes is like she is pushing a chair blocking the way.

　　 She wondered why Sivir was so indifferent, but immediately saw her squeeze a homely smile.

　　 But the iron boots stepped on the stone bricks, but there was a hollow echo that made the female deputy feel inexplicably cold.

　　 "Head, I didn't expect you to have such a haggard moment."

　　 Sivir slowly walked into the hall, looking at the head of the group who used alcohol to dissolve his sorrows through three rows of wine tables.

"Sivir? You actually escaped from those monsters!" Zhaihalo was taken aback when he saw the visitor, and immediately put on a bold smile: "Come on, there will always be a place for you here. ."

　　 Just saying that, he didn't get up to welcome Sivir.

　　 Sivir grew up when he watched. Although he didn't care much, he still knew something about his temperament.

　　Furthermore, some details about Sivir had changed, which made him faintly feel something was wrong~www.readwn.com~ The other mercenaries also looked at Sivir silently. The person who came was unkind, and they knew well.

"Not even willing to welcome it, and said that there will always be a place for me. In your heart, I may die if I die." Sivir took off his forehead and placed it on the side of the wine table: "At the beginning I beg for your help but you don’t care about me. Now that I’m missing someone, I think about it? It’s just a tool, and anyone can be sacrificed if necessary."

　　 "No, I never thought about abandoning you. It's just those monsters... terrible... My legs can't help but..."

　　 Seeing Sivir talking while taking off his armor, putting it neatly on the table, Zhaihalo's face became more and more ugly:

　　 "What are you doing?"

"I'm here to get back the things that belong to me, the wealth that was obtained through my strategy, but was intercepted by your tyranny." The skin armor began to spread on the body, tearing the tight clothes, and Sivir couldn't help but let out a burst of pain. "The things here should belong to me, including your life."

　　 Seeing Sivir turned into a monster wrapped in a carapace, the other mercenaries scattered around the hall immediately panicked.

　　 Even their leader Zhai Haruo was stunned.

　　 He picked up the iron thorn whip plated on the bar, but the fear couldn't stop spreading from the heart to the limbs, making his hands and feet tremble.

　　 After experiencing the horror of that night, they all deeply remembered the meaning behind this pair of black and purple armor.