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Chapter 136 Mysterious Assassin

In the following days, the battle became increasingly fierce.

Vastayawash have fallen one after another, and the continuous retreat of the front line has caused Herren's forces to lose strategic depth, forcing them to engage in direct confrontations with the Noxians on multiple occasions.

This group of Noxians was not the most elite. The Winter's Claws had weapons made by Harren, and each of them was worth ten men, but they were still no match for the sheer number of people they faced.

If it weren't for the presence of Xayah, Rakan, Horen, Olaf, and other extraordinary fighters constantly putting out fires, they probably wouldn't have been able to hold on much longer.

On several occasions, Herren witnessed his people die on the battlefield. At times, he even considered giving up and only wanted to lead his men to fight the Noxians to the death.

But in the end, he restrained himself and led his remaining troops in a retreat, defending the last remaining territory.

However, Herren seemed to be able to clearly sense that the Noxians were going berserk—they were relentlessly and recklessly charging the lines, risking their lives to wade through the magical traps set by the Vastaya.

They even launched attacks at night on several occasions, causing Heron and his men great distress.

But after the difficult times, Herren has become visibly more optimistic.

They can't escape—if he were Ambeza, he could simply advance steadily and slowly, without risking huge casualties by launching a forced attack.

The Noxians seem to be getting anxious?

Soon after, Herren received some fairly good news.

The Noxian rear was in chaos—thanks to the Vastayan sky scouts, they learned some of the details.

Because the Noxians launched a forced attack on Omicaiaran, leaving their rear vulnerable, an Ionian assassin group raided the Noxian headquarters.

No one knows where those assassins came from, but this indirectly helped Heron.

A day later, the Noxian offensive noticeably slowed down, giving Herren and his men a chance to catch their breath.

"An assassin group?"

Herren wiped the blood from his face, pondering the information he already knew.

The term "assassin" is too general—because there are so many assassins in Ionia, it's difficult to determine which faction they belong to.

After all, Ionians do not glorify war, but it is impossible for people to be without conflict. Since the struggle cannot be carried out openly, assassination is something that Ionians can easily accomplish.

Xayah was an assassin before, Akali participated in the war through assassination after "leaving the group," there's also the Navori Brotherhood, and currently unknown, but very famous to Horen—Shadow Stream.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Although I don't know the true face of this "friend," Helen appreciates this kindness and seizes the opportunity.

The team was reorganized.

"I have a feeling, brothers, that we're about to win."

"I've heard you say that eight hundred times, Herren—can't you try something different?"

"I see—then I have a feeling that you, Olaf, will drown in a pool of blood."

"Hmm, that sounds like good news."

Having reached this point, Herren no longer needed to urge everyone on with his confidence.

Everyone was either bloodthirsty or numb. At this point, they were no longer affected by "morale." They would finish their work, then sleep, then work again. If they died, they would not be buried, but their souls would go to heaven, and the cycle would continue.

Herren hasn't slept for days, including tonight—after all, the Noxians don't know when they might launch another attack.

Heron is keeping watch tonight, with only Fiona by his side.

There was no one else. Olaf couldn't treat him like a person, Xayah and Rakan had some awe towards Horen, and Horen needed someone to talk to to get through the tense and boring nights. Apart from Fiora, there was no suitable candidate.

"Three days."

"What?"

"We won't be able to hold on for more than three days."

But Fiona wasn't without her downsides; she was always spreading negative emotions in front of Herren.

But Herren couldn't say anything. Fiona couldn't tell anyone else about her worries, so she could only tell Herren.

Helen can just ignore it and hope it makes Fiona feel better.

"I don't understand why you always talk about desperate situations, as if this sacred land with thousands of years of history is destined to be more breasts than chickens for us."

"—Did you injure your tongue? Your accent sounds a bit strange."

"It's nothing. With a teammate as gloomy as you, I have to find some fun for myself."

Herren said with a smile, but then he suddenly realized something and his face turned cold.

Without a second thought, he swiftly grabbed the handle of the Entropy Force, turned around, and hurled it out.

The power of entropy, accompanied by a cold wind, crashed heavily onto a tree trunk not far away like a meteorite. The giant tree, which required several people to encircle, was shaken by the blow and was almost falling apart, with most of its trunk missing.

"Missed it?"

Herren frowned. The point of impact of the entropy power was only a piece of tree debris—he felt that his movements were fast enough, but he did not expect that it could be dodged.

"What happened?"

Fiona drew her Laurent rapier and cautiously surveyed her surroundings.

Only then did Herren notice that a figure was squatting on the tree that the power of entropy had struck.

So fast?

Before the force of entropy struck the giant tree, Herren could sense that the person was about to be hit—how could he have teleported to the treetop in the blink of an eye?

He's a master.

Oh no, I was careless!

Herren aimed for a fatal blow, but he missed and ended up unarmed, so he had to pull out the hand hammer from his waist.

However, instead of launching an attack, the figure did a somersault and jumped down from the tree.

Then he raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

"Friend, I think we are not enemies."

His voice was hoarse and rough, and he wore a hood and a mask covering his face.

"Really? When you visit a friend's house, do you dress up like a thief?"

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The man was silent for a moment, then placed his hand on his mask.

"Sorry, I have to bypass the Noxian checkpoints—if that puts you under pressure—"

As the mask was removed, Herren finally saw the person's face clearly.

Contrary to his hoarse voice, Herren saw a woman's face—no, he was indeed a man, but so handsome that he appeared somewhat androgynous.

"I must explain my purpose—you may have heard that assassins attacked Noxians, and those were done by me and my companions. I'm not trying to claim credit, but simply to let you know that we have a common enemy—"

Without the mask, his voice was no longer hoarse, but rather soft, and his enunciation carried a strange charm.

"So—are we friends?"

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