Warhammer: How do you get the Tremor-Tremor Fruit at the start of a Hextech game?

The wooden door closed slowly, as if it had really been moved by the wind.

Unfortunately, this is the bottom nest, so there's no wind.

Qin Mo's temples were throbbing violently, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, he casually tossed the communicator back onto the table, tucked both pistols into his waistband, and while tidying up, he glanced around.

This was just a room of less than 20 square meters, and the old furnishings around it could not possibly hide anything dangerous.

Moreover, this is the headquarters of the Iron Oath, and Funina said there are at least a dozen fully armed guards outside, so security should be guaranteed.

However, the "spider sense" had never failed, so Qin Mo dared not let his guard down.

In a place like the bottom nest, you can never be too careful.

After a moment's thought, he pretended to stretch wearily, then turned over and lay down.

Qin Mo pressed his palms firmly against the bed board, carefully sensing all the vibrations around him.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

A series of extremely slight vibrations reached his senses.

Sure enough, something invisible entered his room.

A cold glint flashed in Qin Mo's narrowed eyes. He pretended to be sleepy, scratched his shoulder, turned over, and let out a series of even breathing sounds.

The thing stopped moving when Qin Mo made his move, and then continued to approach after he pretended to be asleep.

The next moment, a strange dagger imbued with the aura of a living creature stabbed straight at Qin Mo's brow.

"Whoosh!"

The dagger missed its mark; it seemed as if Qin Mo had just turned over in his sleep and missed the sharp blade.

"Um?"

A barely perceptible voice of doubt rang out above Qin Mo's head.

It was on the ceiling.

Qin Mo suddenly opened his eyes, and the laser pistol was pointed at the top of his head.

"laugh!"

Without hesitation, Qin Mo fired his gun. A gust of wind swept past, but it only burned a deep crater in the ceiling above his head.

However, this tactic was not entirely fruitless; the intense laser destroyed the stalker's camouflage, and the thing finally revealed its true form.

Qin Mo turned over and stood up, staring intently at the "person" who had darted into the corner.

Compared to Qin Mo, that man was clearly more shocked. He was wearing a complete set of mimicry leather clothing, a hood, and triple goggles with infrared tracking capabilities.

In this person's hand, there was also a bone dagger that exuded a strong sense of danger.

The Genestealers Cult, the Inquisitors.

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes; he recognized this monster.

As the favored weapon of the Genestealer patriarch, this monster's mission is to eliminate any enemy of the Genestealer cult.

They would descend from the shadows, infiltrate, and then wield sharp blades, leaving behind the corpses of their enemies.

But today, the monster clearly cannot achieve its goal.

Qin Mo stood up, raised the laser pistol in his hand, and aimed it at the other person's deformed head.

"How did you find me?" the monster asked in broken low Gothic.

"You can talk?" Qin Mo murmured curiously, "I thought insects couldn't talk."

"You! Blasphemer! Die!"

The Arbiter was deeply humiliated and lunged at Qin Mo, only to see Qin Mo casually shoot several laser beams at him.

The lasers missed completely, as if they didn't intend to hit him, but rather to force him to advance along a fixed path.

The next moment, Qin Mo's figure also charged forward to meet the attack.

"Clang!"

The laser pistol from the late Qin Dynasty blocked the opponent's bone blade.

The Holy Arbiter's face lit up with joy. Just a little closer and he could cut through Qin Mo's flesh. With just that tiny wound, he would make the other party feel what it meant to feel pain to the bone, and what it meant to be punished by the Holy Church.

The Arbiter's bone blade is known as the Withered Blade. This highly poisonous dagger was born from the Zerg's Origin Pool, which contains the resentment of countless slain sacrifices. This resentment transforms into the most malevolent psionic energy, which attaches itself to the Withered Blade.

Therefore, once cut by the Withered Blade, the resentful psychic energy will flood the victim's mind until it bursts the brain of those unfortunate souls.

Unfortunately, Qin Mo was also well aware of the secret of this bone blade.

Qin Mo used a laser pistol to block the opponent's dagger, and with one finger of his other hand, he lightly touched the bone blade. The next moment, a violent shockwave entered it.

Within that small space, the violent force completely tore the vicious dagger to shreds.

The Arbiter was clearly stunned; he simply couldn't comprehend what the man had done.

Under Qin Mo's precise control, the shattered bone blade fragments were all injected into the Holy Arbiter's body under the manipulation of the vibrational force.

"ah!!"

A heart-wrenching wail erupted, and the Holy Arbiter seemed to feel the pain of the victims who perished in the Zerg bio-pool.

His skull twisted and then exploded with a bang.

Qin Mo dodged the filth, but then heard footsteps outside the door as something fled.

He rushed towards the door, ripped it open, and saw a small, deformed monster, like a baby, howling as it fled into the distance.

Qin Mo's gaze turned slightly cold. He raised his laser pistol, and after a blazing ray, the little monster fell to the ground.

Qin Mo slowly walked up to the still convulsing "little monster" and looked down at it.

These little monsters are called "Soul-Spying Pets," a subspecies of the Genestealer Cult's monster lineage. They are primarily responsible for assisting the Inquisitors and also serve as living monitors for the Genestealer Cult's patriarchs.

He gave the little monster a sinister smile and asked in a low voice:

"Looks like you've got your eyes on me?"

"Heh, heh..." The little monster struggled, managing to let out a series of awkward mocking sounds.

Qin Mo raised his foot and stepped on the little monster's left leg, breaking its bones and causing it to let out a series of wails.

He knew that if the Genestealers Cult sent a Holy Arbiter to target him, it meant that their patriarch already considered him a thorn in their side.

Everything that is happening now has been transmitted to the gene-stealing patriarch. In the bottom nest, this situation is already considered a fight to the death.

"What's wrong?"

"What's that noise?"

"The end of the Qin Dynasty?"

At this moment, Funina and the others rushed out of their respective rooms and looked at Qin Mo with a puzzled expression.

Qin Mo pointed to the magical pet at his feet and kicked it to Funina, who had a curious look in her eyes.

For geneticists, this monster should have some research value.

Since gene stealers love to erode other species so much, it's only natural that they would "pay" some price for biological research.

When Qin Mo saw Old Locke, the leader of "Iron Oath," this towering man staring at the "Soul-Peeping Demon Pet," his face was ashen, clearly thinking of something bad.

"Everyone."

Qin Mo calmly said, "Those monsters have already regarded us as prey to be killed. This is a game of life and death between hunter and prey."

His gaze swept over the crowd, and he continued, "But we won't always be the prey. Pack what you need quickly; we don't have much time left."