Chapter 299: : Be my subordinate

"Purple thorns?" Liu Chuan raised his brows lightly, always feeling that the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Then, something seemed to slowly come to his mind.
In the middle of the night...the dense forest...
Those guys in black robes...
Behind their necks, there is a thorny pattern glowing with a coquettish purple light.
Could that be the purple thorns that Tyrone said?
"Can you elaborate more?" Liu Chuan flicked his wrist and directly loosened the rope tied to Tyrone.
This move was somewhat unexpected to Tyrone, "Aren't you afraid that I will run away? If I want to run away, you may not be able to stop me."
This point Tyrone is not exaggerating. He has an ability to be invisible, just like what Liu Chuan saw in the Fengyue place before. At that time, Tai Long was hiding in the air, if it weren't for his overly murderous intent to be revealed by Liu Chuan If so, he probably killed Morrison long ago.
6 Chuan shrugged and said, "I have never treated you as a prisoner. The reason why I didn't let you go at first is because I don't think I have convinced you yet, but now I think you should have been convinced by me."
"which aspect?"
"For example, where is General Kekao?" 6 Chuan raised his eyebrows.
Tyrone was silent.
"You should know in your heart that some things can't be done with high-level killing skills? You want to find the whereabouts of General Kekao. You must have someone to help. I think that person can be me."
Tyrone sat on a chair across from the six rivers, "I agree with you."
"Then you can tell me now about the origin of the purple thorns, right?"
"The purple thorns is a relatively special existence I mentioned just now. To be precise, it is an assassination block hidden underground. You can understand it as when a group of killers gather together to form an assassination team. , It's probably such a concept."
"It's just that the special thing about this organization is that they are not human beings." Tyrone suddenly said something strange.
"Isn't it a human?" Liu Chuan closed her eyes and slightly recalled the scene at the time and the woman who could control the wind. In the end, she seemed to use some special power to make her right half of her cheek give birth. Clusters of purple and coquettish thorns.
"Well, all the members of this organization except the leader are all dead guys, but they were resurrected under Zuan's black technology, and then infused with some special potions, and then survived as a living person. In this world, the only one who obeys is their highest leader."
6 Chuan originally wanted to ask whether the source of these information was reliable.
But when I think of it, it is normal that the general Kekao behind Tyrone, a person of his position, gets some news.
"Do you know who the collar of the purple thorns is?"
"This general may know, but he did not mention it, nor did he say which faction the Purple Thorns organization belongs to. I only know that they are lurking in the dark."
Recalling that night, the purpose of the group of black-robed guys was to kidnap Demi, and it was the time when Demacia and Noxus clashed.
There are about a few in Chuan's heart, and the purple thorns should belong to the armed forces or the aggressors.
Let Purple Thorns kidnap General Kekao, so that you can cleverly conceal the armed or aggressive faction on the surface.
"Do you know the location of the purple thorns?" 6 Chuan asked again.
"I only know an approximate range. This is what the general mentioned before, but I don't know if they have changed positions now."
"Anyway, try it first. Tonight, we will go there together." 6 Chuan made a decision.
On the contrary, Tyrone looked at Liu Chuan with some confusion, "Why did you choose to help me?"
"Because the help is mutual, I also plan to use the power of the Kekao family to stop the armed forces and the aggressors." 6 Chuan answered in a deep voice.
Now a peace faction alone may not be able to stop the armed forces and the aggressors, but if you add a Kkao family, then the other side wants to start a war on Demacia, you must weigh it.
When the Noxian investigators arrived at the logging plant, they were all surprised when the suspected target was only a small guy who was about the age and was very thin.
Although they didn't want to believe that this thing was done by this tiny young man in front of them, they still followed the regulations and took Tyrone back.
After rigorous review, Noxus's senior staff finally determined that this matter really came from the young man.
Tyrone was executed by trial and was to be punished with a guillotine at the gate of the city to warn those who were secretly engaging in small actions.
The high-ranking officials who enforced this criminal law, after reading the step-by-step lines and advocating the care and love of the upper class for the poor at the bottom, indicated that the execution could begin.
Tyrone was pressed on the guillotine, and his eyes were covered with cloth.
Above his neck, a sharp curved axe blade hangs.
As long as the chain on the side is unlocked, the ax blade will quickly land ~EbookFREE.me~ and then the identity of the criminal lying below will be directly home.
Tyrone knew what his destiny was waiting for him, although he showed enough calmness.
But he was still scared.
If you are not afraid, why run away?
The torturer waved his hand, and a large number of people gathered at the gate of the city, all looking at this little guy from a poor area with the gaze they deserved.
"This is the punishment he deserves."
"People in the slums are lowly and rude. They don't have any thoughts in their minds other than murder and arson."
"That's why I said that people in the slums should die!"
There was no sympathy from anyone, on the contrary, a curse was better than one.
In the eyes of these wealthy people, the guys in the slums are like ants.
It was like a mouse and was hated by others, even though the poor people just wanted to live.
As everyone knows, it is precisely because of such inhuman treatment that the resistance of the poor arose.
Just as the sharp-edged axe was about to fall, suddenly a dagger flew from a short distance and bounced the axe away.
Just when everyone was sighing, a black shadow flashed away, putting Tyrone's young body on his shoulders, and disappeared from people's sight after a few jumps, and his movements were so fast that people couldn't see clearly.
Under the moonlight, in the courtyard.
"Remember, in the future, you will be my subordinate, who will kill people specifically for me. I will teach you the deepest assassination skills." A middle-aged man turned his back to a young boy.
"Why save me?" the boy asked.
"Because I didn't dare to kill people when I was your age. Is this reason enough?"
"How should I call you?"
"Call me general."
"Yes, General."