The Glory of Noxus

Da Da! Da Da!

Heavy and chaotic footsteps beat against the hazy night.

Pike turned his cold eyes and saw from the corner of his eyes that the wooden steps were bent by heavy boots.

Six tall and fierce-looking strong men came into view.

They wore blood-soaked leather aprons, and their arms with thorn tattoos were exposed, with bulging muscles.

Each of them also held a toothed meat hook in his hand, and several knives commonly used by butchers were hung on the belt around his waist.

These guys were the people of the Slaughter Wharf, responsible for patrolling tonight.

Since the fall of the iron-fisted tyrant of Bilgewater, various small gangs have become blatant.

Gangs of all sizes drew their swords against each other, eager to expand their respective spheres of influence.

These people are the butchers of the Slaughter Wharf, and the forces behind them can compete with the current Iron Hook Gang.

They wore nail-head leather boots, exuding a strong stench of rotten offal, and muttered dirty words, with no intention of hiding themselves.

Pike looked at the nearby butchers, shaking the sawtooth harpoon in his hand, and his cold eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Extra prey!"

The butchers walked down the dock with steady steps, faintly surrounding the abandoned hunting boats anchored in the harbor.

They had long smelled the smell of blood in the air and noticed everything that happened on the deck.

In the dark night.

Except for gang members, few people dared to walk out at such a time.

They looked at the sneaky shadows on the hunting boat, secretly happy in their hearts, thinking that they had found the thieves active at the slaughter dock.

Thinking of the generous rewards offered by the Iron Hook Gang and other gangs, the butchers quickened their pace.

They were eager to bring the thieves to justice and win honor and wealth for themselves.

At the same time, they also hope to make a name for themselves as the butchers and suppress the notorious reputation of the Iron Hook Gang.

"It's time to claim the bounty. May the bearded lady mourn for death."

The fattest guy among the butchers said with a grin.

From his tone, this fat man is a little too arrogant, which makes people wonder why he would condescend to do a dirty and smelly butchering job.

However, from the distribution of their positions, it can be seen that the fat man's strength should be the strongest among the butchers.

They rushed onto the broken hunting ship and saw the bloodstains left on the deck and the strange figure in the mist.

"He doesn't look like a thief, but more like..."

A butcher beside the fat man muttered in a low voice, looking at the strange guy in his field of vision, trying to search for rumors that match the scene in front of him.

He was also recalling the stories and legends that had been circulated in Bilgewater.

"This guy"

He had a bad premonition in his heart, and his eyes wandered on the green mail armor.

In the dim light, this guy seemed like a monster that walked out of the deep sea, with gray-white bones around his neck, like a cold necklace.

The serrated harpoon in his hand flashed a piercing chill in the moonlight, which made the butchers a little frightened.

"Whether he is a thief or not, get rid of him first, and then study his identity later."

The fat man saw the fear in his companions' hearts and roared loudly.

He led the way, strode on the rotten wooden deck, and rushed towards the target with the meat hook in his hand.

Buzz!

The meat hook with dried blood on the surface cut through the air, carrying a strong fishy smell, and rushed towards Pike's head.

The fat man saw Pike staying still, and he couldn't help feeling a little proud.

He thought Pike was intimidated by his momentum and had lost the ability to resist, and the smile on his mouth became more and more obvious.

Faintly, he seemed to see victory in sight.

Bang!

The fat man's muscles bulged, and he used all his strength to swing the meat hook in his hand, rushing towards Pike with a sharp whistle.

The next moment!

The meat hook passed through Pike's body, but it did not bring any substantial touch.

It was like passing through a layer of nothingness in the air, and finally fell on the rotten deck, making a dull thunderous sound.

Suddenly, the rotten deck was covered with cracks, and the dark tide surging under the ship could be vaguely seen.

"No, it's wrong!"

The fat man looked pale and couldn't believe his eyes.

I just saw Pike standing there, how could he just disappear like this?

He looked up at the mist around him, and a sense of fear crept into his heart.

The mist seemed to hide an unknown power, which made the fat man feel palpitations.

At this moment, the other butchers retreated after seeing this scene.

They looked around at the mist that suddenly filled the surroundings, and they could clearly sense that the strange guy was nearby.

But they couldn't see his presence.

They saw with their own eyes that strange guy disintegrated into salt grains and water droplets.

He turned from a person into a cloud of mist, like a ghost on the Sea of ​​Watchers.

The fat guy still held the meat hook in his hand, and sweat was like beans on his wrinkled forehead.

In these precious seconds, Pike was everywhere, turning into dark water mist.

In the dark side of the air, at the end of the sound of water, Pike stared at the strong men in front of him.

"Haha, the seabed has already prepared a place for everyone."

He saw the frightened eyes of the butchers in the mist, saw the trembling bodies, and saw the horrified expressions.

"It's the Blood Harbor Ghost!"

The sound of fear and panic was like a sharp arrow that pierced the air, instantly piercing the tattered sail and echoing over the reef sea.

A butcher who could no longer bear the fear in his heart swung the meat hook without any rules.

His movements had lost their former calmness and precision, leaving only endless panic and fear.

Sweat was seen flowing on his loose cheeks, his chapped lips were open, his legs were trembling, and he almost wanted to leave first.

He now had only one thought -

to escape from this terrifying hunting ship.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

Under the fear of the Blood Harbor Ghost, the butchers dropped their weapons one after another.

They were no longer ferocious butchers, but became frightened birds, trying to escape from this hunting ship in a panic.

Then, the hunting ship fell into chaos and panic.

The butchers fled everywhere, fearing that they would be caught up by the Blood Harbor Ghost if they were one step late.

"Damn it, don't run, come back!"

The fat man was filled with anger and helplessness when he saw his companions running away.

He called out loudly, hoping that they would stop, but the only response he got was the footsteps of his companions fleeing in panic and the sound of the whistling sea breeze.

Facing the Blood Harbor Ghost, the fat man knew that only by uniting together could he have a certain chance of escaping.

Otherwise, there was only one way to go.

The dark mist was like a curtain, covering the broken hunting boat.

The fat man swallowed his saliva, and his eyes were nervously observing the surroundings. He did not expect that he would suddenly encounter the Blood Harbor Ghost.

Who could have predicted it?

Maybe only in fantasy, nightmare, or when bragging in the tavern, saying that he escaped the pursuit of the Blood Harbor Ghost.

But in reality, when everyone encounters the Blood Harbor Ghost, they will really piss their pants and fall flat on their faces.

The fat man was not spared either. Sweat was like beans on his panicked face, and his sturdy body was like a sandbag tied to it, and he dared not move.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The sound of flesh and blood being torn apart rang out one after another, accompanied by bursts of piercing howls.

The fat man knew that something was wrong, and the ghosts of the Blood Harbor began to reap the lives of his companions.

They were like a flock of sheep being driven away, losing their lives one by one under the fangs of the wolf.

The fat man looked around, and gusts of cold wind blew over his body, and the mist seemed to become thicker.

"No, I can't stay here and wait to die."

His heart tightened, and he felt the strong crisis of death coming.

The fat man took a deep breath, ignored the mist, and immediately rushed to the bow.

He decided to jump from the bow into the reef sea and escape with the help of the complex terrain.

Da Da! Da Da!

The fat man took heavy steps and rushed to the bow.

Every step seemed to be on the tip of a knife, but he did not stop, because he knew that stopping meant death.

Finally, he came to the bow, and the sea breeze blew past, carrying the smell of salty sea water.

Just as he was about to jump into the reef waters, he saw a serrated harpoon flashing with cold light appearing behind him from the corner of his eye.

In an instant.

The fat man felt a strong sense of oppression, as if he was stared at by a deep-sea monster.

[Stealth in the Deep Pool]!

In the gray mist, Pike swam like a dace, coming quickly, leaving a trail of afterimages on the spot.

The fat man was startled, but before he could react, a huge force had already attacked from behind.

He turned around suddenly and saw that Pike had appeared behind him, with the serrated harpoon in his hand flashing with cold light, piercing his heart.

The fat man wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

He only had time to let out a terrified cry, and then he felt a sharp pain spread throughout his body.

Puff!

[Bone-penetrating spikes]!

Pike's expression was cold. He held the serrated harpoon tightly in his hand and stabbed forward.

The sharp harpoon pierced the fat body directly, giving him a chill.

The fat man fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his chest, staining the rotten deck red.

His eyes were full of shock and unwillingness. He never expected that he would be defeated so easily.

Pike got out of the water mist state and stood in front of the fat man, looking at him with cold eyes, as if looking at a worthless prey.

When the blood ran out, Pike started to act.

He walked to a distance and dragged back the bodies of the butchers one by one, with very skillful movements.

Then he threw the bodies on the deck into the reef sea.

The sound of the bodies falling into the water was particularly harsh in the silent night, and quickly attracted a group of sharks.

Pike completed his task expressionlessly, looking at the blood-stained sea.

After doing everything, he still stood there, turning his head slightly and looking at the slaughter dock above.

In the dim moonlight, he saw a hooded figure looking over here.

The figure seemed a little blurry in the night, but Pike could sense its presence.

He was about to make a move, but as if he had a premonition, his cold eyes fell on the waist of the hooded figure.

A flash of silver light disappeared in an instant.

Finally, Pike hesitated, turned into water mist, and left the hunting boat.