League of Legends: Queen Ashe, please help

The two night watchmen of the Nicarro tribe were killed without making the slightest move. The young man stood up and wiped the dagger in his hand, then waved his hand and ran out from the dark corner behind a dozen strong men, holding steel knives. Go to Bennicaro's headquarters.

When Harris led the people into the Nicarro headquarters, they did not encounter any obstruction, because most of the people in the Nicarro tribe were led by Ollie to surround Lingfeng. It was not until Harris and the men were almost two When they were going downstairs, one person noticed that a group of enemies carrying steel knives appeared downstairs. Following the man's shout, the people of the Nicarro tribe reacted one after another, hurriedly came down with their weapons, and hurriedly responded to the fight.

Going downstairs from the market, Alva squeezed out from the front covered in blood and said, "Ling Feng, we have to find a way! I'm afraid it won't work if we go on like this..."

There was no trace of anxiety on Ling Feng's face as he said, "If you hold on for a little longer, the people from the Nikaro tribe will withdraw."

Alva looked at Ling Feng in confusion. Ling Feng no longer concealed anything and said, "If nothing else happens, Harris has already taken people to the headquarters of the Nicarro tribe..."

"Going to the Nicarro tribe's headquarters?" Alva still didn't respond.

Ling Feng explained: "Our goal this time is not to capture one of their markets, but to eat the entire Nikaro tribe..."

"Ah?" Alva looked at Ling Feng in shock.

Brian next to him said excitedly: "You told me earlier! Let's fight..." After saying that, he yelled and rushed down with the knife.

Alva wiped the blood on his face and rushed down with Brian. He watched the two of them rush down. Lingfeng stood at the top and watched the fight below. Although the people of the Nicarro tribe were inferior in weapons, they were still stronger in numbers. The advantage on the battlefield is enough to make up for everything. After all, the Ataro tribe has less than twenty people, and it has already suffered nearly one-third of the casualties.

Just as Ling Feng was thinking about how to reduce casualties, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Ling Feng subconsciously bent down. A sword shadow brushed across Ling Feng's scalp, and a strand of hair slid down the tip of Ling Feng's nose. Feng suddenly broke into a cold sweat. Ling Feng rolled on the spot and distanced himself from the attacker.

"Huh..." The sneak attacker was very surprised.

Lingfeng turned back to look at the sneak attacker named Sa, and said with a smile: "I heard that there is a sword master in the Nikaro tribe, I think it must be you..."

Sa Ye said: "You are the one who killed Ogden!"

"That's right..." Ling Feng said very calmly.

"Then you must die tonight..." After saying this, Sa's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Ling Feng originally planned to win over him, because with the development of the tribe, such powerful masters could solve many troublesome problems, but now it seems that Ling's plan has been ruined.

Lingfeng held Bingshang in his backhand and stood opposite Sa. A man from the Nikaro tribe suddenly appeared on the second floor, which also shocked the people around him. A strong man from the Ataro tribe saw this and quietly walked around behind. , prepare to sneak attack him, killing him can be regarded as a great achievement.

Seeing Sa's unprepared look, the strong man raised the blade in his hand and went straight to Sa's back. The strong man saw that the tip of his knife was getting closer and closer to Sa's back, and a look of emotion appeared on his face. An excited look.

When the tip of the knife in his hand was only half a step away from Sa's back, Sa seemed to have eyes on his back. He swung the soft sword back in his hand without looking back. The soft sword let the strong sword pass like a whip. Sa casually pulled Han's neck. The strong man rolled in the air like a top for several weeks, and then fell to the ground. Blood was flowing from his neck. If Sa had used a little more strength, the strong man's head would have been cut off. Lose.

Ling Feng shouted loudly: "Everyone retreat to the stairs immediately."

The people from the Ataro tribe had just seen Sa take action, and they knew that they were no match for him. They might only increase casualties here. Only Ling Feng and Sa were left in the corridor on the second floor, both of them sizing each other up. , neither of them was in a hurry to take action. After all, taking the lead in this kind of fight might gain an advantage, or it might expose one's own weaknesses to the other party.

After the two were in a stalemate for a while, Sa made a move first. The soft sword in his hand was like a snake spitting poison, and it came straight to Ling Feng's face. Ling Feng also secretly said in his heart, "How fast, the sword in his hand is so fast." Bingshang slashed quickly, and at the same time he slid forward to get close to Sa. After all, Ling Feng's scimitar was shorter than the soft sword, but Sa also realized that he couldn't hit it with one blow, so he quickly pulled away without letting Ling Feng get close at all. Opportunity.

One of the two had a sword like a long snake, and the other had a sword like lightning. Every time they clashed, they were rushing towards death. The more Sa struck, the more surprised he became. He originally thought that a boy less than ten years old, no matter how powerful he was, could kill. He just wanted to spend more time on his own. As soon as Ling Feng took action, he suddenly felt that his idea was a bit too naive, because Ling Feng had the upper hand. The young man in front of him was no match for his age in terms of skill and experience. In line with this, there are no fancy moves every time he takes a shot, and he strives to kill with every move.

Ling Feng's body was like a top, surrounding Sa's attacks one after another, without giving his opponent any time to breathe. Both of them were injured for a while, but they were all skin injuries. Ling Feng became more and more excited the more he fought, because Since I woke up after fainting last time, I suddenly found that my body has changed significantly. Both my reaction speed and physical strength have made a qualitative leap.

While the two were fighting, the battle at the headquarters of the Nicarro tribe was coming to an end. On the one hand, the people of the Nicarro tribe were transferred to the market by the patriarch Ollie, and on the other hand, the Tararo tribe made a sneak attack. It was too sudden, and it was the middle of the night. Many people didn't have time to react, and were chopped to death in a pool of blood.

"This is too simple!" Harris reached out and stuffed a piece of roast meat from the table into his mouth, and said with a relaxed expression.

"Harris's people... there is a person in the next room who is said to be the young leader of the Nikaro tribe..." A man ran over and said.

Harris hurriedly stood up from the stool and said with surprise on his face: "Young leader of the Nicarro tribe? This is a big fish. Let's go and have a look."

Harris walked into the next room and found that this room was extremely luxurious. Even the bedding on the bed was made of fine silk cloth. On a huge bed, two women covered their bodies with quilts and shivered, crying constantly. There were still stains of blood on it. Harris looked at the two pretty girls and secretly sighed that it was a pity.

There was a man lying on the floor of the room, naked, and he kept shouting: "I am the young patriarch, don't kill me, I will give you everything..." But there was still blood coming out of his neck.

"Why did you chop him down?" Harris asked.

A man came over and whispered: "When we first entered the house, he was yelling and swearing very arrogantly. I didn't like him... I didn't expect that he was the young leader of the Nicarro tribe."

Harris knelt down and looked at the young man with blood stains on his body. The young man said tremblingly: "Please, help me. My father is the patriarch. He will give you whatever you want..."

Harris stood up and said: "Remember from now on, only a dead enemy is a good enemy..." After saying that, he stood up and walked out, and a scream was heard in the room.

Ollie looked at the small building not far away from the small building with a solemn expression. There were more than a hundred people against less than twenty people, and there were heavy casualties. Moreover, the two figures on the second floor were inseparable from each other. This made him very worried. Dissatisfied, he said: "A bunch of trash, just these few people can't take it down, Jason, go ahead..."

"Yes..." A man was about to leave when a figure ran over in a panic.

"Lord Patriarch, what's wrong, the Ataro tribe attacked us..."