League of Legends: Queen Ashe, please help

Three days later at night

In the north of Allia City, a low hut on the street was filled with curses and a disgusting stench. A dozen people inside were yelling at the dice on the table. There were several dice placed on the table. Ten copper coins, and there were several broken beds supported by stones near the wall of the room. It was hard to imagine that so many people could sleep in one small room.

"Bald man, you have lost all your money now. You are out of luck. Hurry up and replace him..." A thin man said impatiently to a bald man.

"I owe it first. Didn't the clan leader say that he will destroy the Ataro tribe the day after tomorrow? I will grab more and return it to you..." The one named Baldhead said.

Another man next to the bald man also said: "The Ataro tribe should have been destroyed a long time ago. A few children with hairless hair turned into sperm and killed many of us."

"That's right, I heard that the clan leader is planning to mobilize the whole clan this time. After three days, I'm afraid there will be no more names like the Ataro Tribe in the world."

"Hahaha... By then we will have women with women, money with money..."

"that is..."

The bald man pushed the atmosphere in the room to the climax. Just when a few people were getting carried away, there was a knock on the door. "Bald man, go and open the door and see who it is. Are you up late at night?" The thin man spoke.

"What a bummer..." The bald man stood up reluctantly and walked towards the door.

"Who is it?" The bald man shouted loudly as he walked to the door.

"It's me..." A young man's voice came in.

The bald man didn't seem to recognize any young man in his mind, but there were so many people in the room, and they weren't necessarily looking for him. Although he hesitated a little, he still opened the door, and saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy standing at the door. The bald man said: "Who the hell are you looking for?"

"Looking for you..." The young man grinned and said.

"I don't know you, have you found the wrong person?" The cold wind outside the door filled the room, making his bald head tremble with the cold.

"My name is Brian...I'm from the Ataro tribe..." the young man said honestly.

The bald man thought for a moment and said, "Brian, I don't know you, go away!" After saying that, he was about to reach out and close the door, but the next moment his hand stopped.

"Are you from the Ataro tribe?" Baldhead's expression changed and he finally reacted.

"That's right..." The young man smiled and showed his white teeth, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The bald man was about to turn around and was about to shout. The young man took action very quickly and covered the bald man's mouth. At this time, a man appeared from the corner next to him, holding a sharp blade in his hand, and went straight to the bald man's heart. The bald man was soft. Falling down, Brian said dissatisfied: "Alva, every time I want to take action, you take the first step. Don't you know what first-come, first-served means?"

Alva said with a naive smile: "It was the first time I used such a sharp knife, so I couldn't hold back, but don't tell me that this knife is much easier to use than the broken blade we had before."

Seeing Alva's innocent smile, Brian also looked helpless. Just when he was about to lift his legs to enter the house, Alva said politely with a smile: "I'll go in first..." Before he could wait, Brian When Ryan realized it, the man had already hidden the blade behind his back and turned around to enter the house.

Brian hurriedly followed. When Brian entered, seven or eight strong men also appeared at the door. They were all holding blades as sharp as Alva's. These blades were all sent by Bob, and the quality was even comparable to Alva's. The knife of the Ashe tribe's city defense troops.

"Bald man, who is it? Why does it take so long to open the door? Is there a woman at the door?" The thin man shouted at the door.

The man's words made everyone in the room laugh. At this time, Alva walked in with a smile and looked at everyone. The people in the room also looked at Alva. The laughter stopped suddenly and the thin man stood up from the chair. He said, "Who are you?"

"People from the Ataro tribe." When the last word came out of Alva's mouth, the knife hidden in his back had already fallen into his hand, and he struck down the man closest to him.

At this time, the people in the room realized that the Ataro tribe had come for a sneak attack. Brian also arrived at this time and rushed over with a blade without saying a word. The people in the room were all people who were attached to the Nikaro tribe. , the people brought by Alva and Brian did not stop at all after arriving, and directly joined the battle group. One side came prepared, and everyone held extremely sharp blades in their hands, while the other side hurriedly responded, even many People even forgot where their weapons were. The Ataro tribe was like wolves among the sheep. The battle was over in almost a cup of tea. Two people from the Ataro tribe were slightly injured, and all the people from the Nikaro tribe in the house were die.

Brian and Alva walked out of the house one after another and took a deep breath of fresh air outside. Alva said with a smile: "I haven't had such a comfortable fight in a long time!"

Brian rolled his eyes at Alva and said, "Is this called fighting?"

Alva said with an embarrassed look: "Let's just forget it! A few of them are holding wooden sticks to resist us. As long as both sides are holding weapons, it is a battle."

"Pfft..." Brian couldn't help laughing.

Alva also felt that he had exaggerated a bit, so he hurriedly changed the subject and said: "Let's go, let's go, the next place, our goal tonight is to clear three points."

"At this speed, I think I can finish it even at ten points..."

Seeing Brian's confidence begin to swell, Alva's swollen eyes almost grew on his forehead, and he said: "I think if the clan leader gives us twenty more people, we can wipe out the Nicarro tribe. Their bullshit patriarch chopped him eight times."

"I think so...but to be honest, the next point is not clear! This broken house is filled with people affiliated with the Nicarro tribe, and is not really a member of the Nicarro tribe. The next point is a The small market. According to the information given by Harris, this small market is occupied by the Nicarro tribe. There are twenty-four people from the Nicarro tribe guarding the market. Two people went out tonight, and there were two others. Twelve people, and they are all elites of the Nicarro tribe, this is a bit tricky!" Seeing Alva's swollen appearance, Brian quickly calmed down.

"What are you afraid of? Last time Ling Feng and I went to sneak attack their hotel, and we could kill them with broken knives until they cried for their fathers and mothers, but this time they didn't even have a chance to cry for their fathers and mothers... "Alva held the knife in his hand and slashed twice, feeling confident.

The group of people took advantage of the darkness and went straight to the small market guarded by the Nicarro tribe. At the same time, in the Mansello Tavern, a man wearing black clothes quietly slipped out.