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Elder Dulu still looked puzzled. He said, "What are you talking about, Huaizhuo? I have already figured out what it means?"

Huaizhuo's expression still became calm, his hands naturally fell by his side, the young man said slowly: "Why pretend? You and I are not stupid, if I guess right, the shadow is already there. Have I been in ambush for a long time?"

A hoarse laughter broke out.

Racha's eyes widened in shock, and he saw Elder Dulu shook his head regretfully: "Why do you have to say it so clearly, Huaizhuo? I didn't want to kill you, but unfortunately...sometimes, Better be a fool."

After speaking, he waved his hand.

Huaizhuo immediately turned around, raised his hands, stood in front of him, the light yellow light formed a shield, but the expected attack did not come. He looked back at Elder Duru, who had already taken out a short knife from nowhere and rushed towards him.

His agility is not like what he should have at his age, and it is quite difficult for Huaizhuo to deal with it. And Elder Dulu even has the energy to speak while fighting, leisurely like teaching his apprentice in the dojo.

"You know, Huaizhuo, you really shouldn't tell the truth. What a pity, I could have left you alive."

Like the sound of broken glass, the short knife in Elder Duru's hand pierced the pale yellow shield on Huai Zhuo's hand, pierced into his left arm, and blood flowed out. Huaizhuo's face was still calm, and he didn't see much reaction.

Dulu retracted the short knife, kicked hard on the ground, and pulled back a distance. He continued unhurriedly: "Are you curious about where the shadows have gone? He went to find the Racha, unfortunately, although I would have loved to let him die, the Noxians were unwilling. "

"They're really cruel, aren't they?"

Huaizhuo turned a deaf ear to this, and he asked a question calmly: "Why you?"

"Why why? Need a reason?"

Dulu seemed to have heard a big joke, and he laughed hoarsely again.

The doors and windows around the Presbyterian Church were closed, and Racha found that he couldn't hear any other sound except their conversation and fighting. Even the moonlight seemed to be obscured and dimmed a lot.

Huaizhuo obviously noticed this too. He shook his head and said, "You really have a well-planned plan. You have even laid out the formation to silence the sound. It seems that the plan to kill me is not a day or two."

"Of course, you are my apprentice.

How can I be at ease without giving you a death worthy of you? "

Dulu restrained the expression on his face and said slowly: "Just let you understand, the Noxians did promise me a lot of things - but that's not the reason why I worked for them."

"You should guess why I made this choice, Huaizhuo," he said.

"Is it because of Puna?"

"As expected of my apprentice, you are very smart."

A smile flickered, and Dulu said, "I guess that's a good guess, though."

Dulu nodded slightly, the old man seemed a little helpless at that moment.

He said: "I have searched all the major spiritual temples and sects, and even the charlatans who are trying to deceive mysteries, I have to ask them to try, but it is useless. She is still dead, and those damn monks are still alive. Tell me, it's her life, and call me condolences."

"Life?"

"My Puna is only seventeen years old. You grew up with her, Huaizhuo. You know best how good a child she is. Why did Yangling take her away from me so early? Why? ?!"

By the end, he was almost roaring.

"So, you went looking for the Noxians?" Huaizhuo clenched his fists and asked softly.

"No, they found me." Dulu smiled lightly: "The Noxians said that they have a necromancer who can bring my Puna back from the sheep spirit."

Huaizhuo's voice finally brought anger: "blasphemy! Your actions not only shamed you, but also blasphemed the long-sleeping dead! How dare you let those damn necromancers touch her body?! Don't you know what the resurrection in their mouths is?!"

"Necromancer! You wake up! Duru!"

"As long as she's alive...anything," Doru said softly.

"I do not care anymore."

"It doesn't matter whether Ionia has been invaded, or I have a legacy... what does it matter? I just want her to be alive, that's all."

"That's it, it's time to send you on your way."

After Dulu finished speaking, he walked towards Huaizhuo. He walked unhurriedly, but he had a great deterrent in Huaizhuo's eyes.

He knew very well how strong his master was. No one knew better than him—his master was alone in Presidian when he was young. This Ionian holy place challenged seventeen dojos in a row, and none defeat.

Even if he is old, he should not be underestimated. The practitioners of Ionia never become weak with age.

Huaizhuo's arms lit up again with pale yellow shields, and he put on a mysterious posture, but it was full of flaws in Dulu's eyes.

With a chuckle, he said, "You were taught by me, I still don't know your level?"

He held the short knife and pointed at Huaizhuo, his tone was relaxed and filled with hatred for not becoming steel: "You kid who has been fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, being able to let out internal energy is all due to your talent. Three-legged cat kung fu... If you usually practice more, you won't be so weak now."

"Whether it's a three-legged cat kung fu, Master, you'll know after a try." Huaizhuo smiled, and actually took the initiative to attack Du Lu.

A few meters away, in the blink of an eye.

Huaizhuo's fist was extremely heavy, and with that pale yellow energy, the sound of breaking through the air came. But the target he was about to hit had long since disappeared. Dulu circled around him at a ghostly speed, and when the old power was gone, he hit him with the back of the knife before the new power was born. on the armpit.

A burst of numbness came, and then, he suffered a heavy leg on his chin. The whole person was kicked up into the air and lay on the ground.

"Do I need to try it? You are a three-legged cat kung fu, disgrace my face... But, that's fine, it will save me a lot of effort to kill you." Dulu shook his head, the short knife in his hand was shot at by him. The burning throat was thrown away.

"clang!"

There was a sound of gold and iron intersecting, and Huaizhuo stood up slowly with a short knife in his hand. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his teeth were covered with blood, and said with a miserable smile, "I'm not that useless either, Master."

Dulu raised his eyebrows, took a good look at him, and then nodded: "Come again!"

In the blink of an eye, he collided with the short knife in Huai Zhuo's hand more than a dozen times with his fists and feet also wrapped in pale yellow energy, and the moves were dangerous and deadly. But Huaizhuo's tricks were all taught by him, and Du Lu even mocked him leisurely: "The forehand is weak, and the backhand is weak!"

"Wrong! This move should be aimed at the throat!"

"Wrong again! How can you stab me with a knife like this? When everyone else is an idiot like you?"

This is more like a master teaching his apprentice than a dangerous life-and-death battle. But Huaizhuo had been beaten all over his body, and he couldn't even open one eye. This is exactly what Doru Pecking Eye left behind.

With another kick, Huaizhuo was kicked out, and the short knife also fell to the ground. Dulu shook his head slightly and stood where he was, not choosing to step forward to end his life.

Behind him, the burly man appeared again from the darkness and knelt down on one knee: "This subordinate is incompetent. When he arrived, the civilian named Racha had already fled."

Dulu put his hands behind his back, and the wrinkles on his face even looked much younger in the moonlight. He said calmly: "It's okay, he can't escape. The gate of the city was set up by me, unless he flew out, Otherwise, even an immortal can’t be saved.”

"Stop talking about that, what do the Noxians say?" he asked.

"They will launch a general attack in three days. I hope you can respond in advance."

Dulu sneered lowly: "That's not what I asked."

Shadow did not hesitate, and immediately kowtowed, and when he raised his head, his forehead was full of blood. But he didn't seem to feel any pain, and said respectfully, "They have already picked up the lady and said that if all goes well, you can see the lady before next year's Spirit Blossom Festival at the latest."

Dulu said gloomily: "They better not lie to me... Okay, go ahead and check the trace of that Racha, and execute it on the spot after you find it. Remember to clean up the tail."

"As ordered."

The shadow slowly disappeared, and Dulu kicked the short knife on the ground and held it in his hand. He stared at Huaizhuo who was lying on the ground panting constantly, approached him, and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Huaizhuo looked at the moonlight and asked with difficulty, "Do you know the consequences of what you did?"

"Life was devastated, and there were countless casualties—what else could it be? Nothing more than that," said Duru nonchalantly.

"Even if...you ask Puna to come back, will she still be the person you know? If she...is...cough!" Huai Zhuo vomited a large mouthful of blood, drowning his nose and mouth. Inarticulately said: "If...she's still that...still that Puna, what would she think of you?"

"That has nothing to do with me, I just hope she can survive, that's all." Dulu sighed indistinctly, and said softly: "Don't worry, your father, I will let him die without pain. of."

He clenched the short knife tightly, wanting to give his apprentice a painless death, but at this moment, there were heavy footsteps behind him.

Dulu's eyelids twitched and he looked back. A blue-armored giant was slowly walking towards him. Beside him was the Racha he had seen before. At this time, he was sweating profusely, and looked anxiously at Huaizhuo, who was lying on the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"It was really pecked by Yan..." Du Lu spat, his figure soared several inches, and his originally old face became temporarily younger. Holding the short knife in his hand, he started running towards the giant.

This time, we must fight for our lives.

Although he didn't know where the giant came from, Dulu was very discerning. He could see that the armor was seamless and seamless, and that a person who could wear such a piece of armor that could be called a war machine would not be too weak. But Dulu has absolute confidence in himself, and this confidence is played out bit by bit.

It's not that he hasn't killed such a large person before - from his experience, most of them are not very dexterous, and they are all just stupid, but clumsy hands.

Dulu's speed was very fast, and he was in front of the giant in the blink of an eye. With a special footwork, he jumped up and stabbed the short knife in his hand towards his scarlet eyepiece—did he succeed?

He suddenly felt a lightness, and everything in the real world was moving away from him. The sorrow for his daughter, the guilt and madness for his hometown and his apprentices all went away together. In a trance, he saw Qianjue, the god of death in ancient legends, standing in front of him.

Dulu stared blankly at the sheep spirit and wolf spirit, and after a long time, he roared: "How is it possible?!"

"No, I don't believe it!"

He turned in a rage, trying to escape death. And the white sheep spirit plucked the bowstring in his hand, and a cold voice sounded in the moonlight: "You can hunt him down, wolf."

The wolf spirit, which was completely dark and wrapped around the sheep spirit like a shadow, let out a low growl of excitement from its throat, pounced on it, and quickly bit Dulu's throat with its own fangs.

real world.

Racha didn't see what had just happened at all, he only knew that Elder Duru suddenly became much younger, and then rushed over - and then, he was attacked by the giant named Kronos beside him. Punch to powder.

No bones left.

The bloody scene made his face pale, but Racha already had some resistance after his previous training. He didn't vomit, the giant's icy voice came from above his head after he put on his helmet: "Bow your head."

Racha did so immediately.

An evil wind hit the back of his head, and out of the corner of Racha's eyes he caught a dark figure, and a scream came. Something hot splashed on his back, Racha raised his head tremblingly, and saw half of the burly man he had seen before lying in front of him.

Cronos slowly retracted his fist.

What he hates most is the betrayal, not to mention the bastard who doesn't let go of his dead daughter - no matter how noble he makes his goal, Cronos is always convinced of one thing: there is no sequelae in the world resurrection spell.

His excellent hearing, coupled with the induction system of the helmet, allowed him to hear what the man named Dulu was saying from a very long distance, so he started a little harder.

For no other reason, Dulu made him think of some equally stupid people. Without exception, they are all hateful traitors, causing the empire to suffer great losses in vain. Countless innocent people shed blood because of them, and Kronos roared in his heart, wishing to find that Dulu and kill him again.

This was anger, Astarte knew it, but he didn't particularly care.

Racha ran to Huaizhuo in three steps and two steps, his pupils had begun to dilate, and even his consciousness had begun to slowly disappear. But Racha's anxious face made him temporarily awake for a moment: "It's... you?!"

He didn't know where the strength came from, he suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed Racha's shoulder: "Run! Run! Who asked you to come here! Run..."

Racha felt his shoulders empty, Huaizhuo's hand slipped, and he closed his eyes.

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"Is everything you say true, Mr. Racha?"

"The sentences are true."

"Will you swear by the ancient ancestors?"

"I swear to my ancestors that everything I say is true."

The elder sitting in the main seat nodded and chatted with the elders around him for a while. Afterwards, he said to Kronos who was sitting beside Racha: "Thank you for your generous help, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

He made a gesture, and soon someone came up to him with a bag of gold and silver jewelry. The elder said slowly: "Forgive me, Ionia is about to face war, and we have nothing to reward you for such a mighty warrior. Please accept this insignificant gift."

"Money is useless to me." Kronos didn't wear a helmet. His handsome face even had a divine face previously made it almost impossible for the elders to restrain the urge to kneel down - and that's why they didn't ask him where he came from.

Some things are obvious at a glance. Such a noble man could not possibly have anything to do with Noxus.

"Please accept it, Your Excellency, we have nothing to repay!" the elder said sincerely.

Cronos pondered for a while, picked up the bag of money, and said nothing more.

Before long, he and Racha walked out of the Council of Elders. Presidian changed from the usual tranquility, with guards walking everywhere on the street. Those Noxians either escaped or were captured in dungeons. Racha is very fortunate that he still remembers how to get to the Mage's Mage Tower, otherwise...

Just as he was thinking, the giant's voice came from above his head again: "Do you know which family in the neighborhood is the poorest?"

Racha raised his head blankly: "This... my lord, I don't know. I don't have much communication in Presidian."

Kronos nodded: "If that's the case, then this bag of belongings will be handed over to you first."

He threw the heavy bag into Racha's hands and said softly, "Whether you take it yourself or give it to the poor. The war is coming... What do you think about it?"

Racha looked at the bag, then at Kronos, who, still with that dazedness, said rather dull: "I, I don't know, my lord. I feel like I'm dreaming...short So much has happened in just two days."

"Even if you say it, it's fine."

Racha hesitated for a while: "I don't understand why those Noxians came to invade us?"

"There are many reasons, and I also have many guesses. But in fact, their aggression does not need a reason." Cronos said: "The civil war between human beings is the most stupid, we should have a unified enemy, a unified enemy. The goal is just right..."

He sighed and remembered that he was actually in another dimension now, and he seemed a little disinterested: "Just pretend that I didn't say anything, Racha, I remember your name."

After saying this, he slowly walked away.