Legends of Runeterra

"Bang~!"

The slight noise coming from outside made the pirates in the secret room turn their heads and look.

"Um...you guys...don't you want to go take a look?"

The pirates looked at each other, no one paid any attention to Trist, and after slightly adjusting their positions, they continued to stare at him intently.

They knew very well how many people were at the dock. Even if some stupid fools broke in, the people stationed there were enough to deal with them.

Trist glanced at this group of stubborn guys and cursed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

He was not like the reckless and strong partner he used to be. If he rashly provoked the guys in the room, he would only end up getting severely beaten up.

As for how many bones are broken, that depends on their mood.

'If Graves is still... Never mind, what am I thinking, if he sees me for the first time, I'm afraid the shotgun bullets will greet me!'

Interrupting the thoughts in his mind, Drizzt was not in a hurry, but picked up the teacup on the table.

Although the guards ignored him, basic protection was still in place.

Blowing on the steaming black tea, Drizzt put his mouth close to the rim of the cup.

"Bang~!"

The wooden door covered with iron sheets exploded, and sawdust flew into the house.

"Crack~!"

"Ugh! It's hot, hot, hot!!!"

Drizzt jerked up and trembled, slapping his hands on his pants.

The tall and strong pirate pounced on him from the side and pressed him to the ground.

"Bang~!"

“Pah, Pah, Pah!”

The sound of frying beans echoed in the house. Even though he was being held down by several big men, Trist could still hear this very familiar sound - it was the sound of shotgun steel balls exploding in all directions.

"This is impossible!!!"

The shock in Drizzt's heart had not yet subsided.

"Hahaha~! Damn it, Drizzt, I'm here to find you, hurry up and say hello to my 'New Destiny'!"

"Kaka~!"

The crisp sound of reloading was heard, and then.

“Bang~bang~bang~!”

A series of eight deafening roars echoed in the secret room.

The tables, chairs, and iron railings were all like fragile biscuits being hit by a hammer, and the flying fragments hit the walls and pierced into the flesh.

Drizzt felt the warm liquid running down his back, and even without touching it he knew what it was.

"Since you took the bullet for me, I won't hold a grudge against you."

Using both hands to push forward, Trist tried to crawl out from under the pile of corpses.

“Click~Click~!”

The sound of rapid and precise loading was heard.

"Come out, Drizzt. I can smell your stench from a long distance away. I know you are here!"

Drizzt did not respond to his old friend's call. He silently tried to pull his body away from the pile of corpses.

"Hi~!"

His palm pressed against a sharp piece of wood chip, and by the time Trist reacted, a sound came out of his mouth.

"Oh! My old friend, you are here!"

"Uh... hello, Graves."

“No, I’m not okay!

Come, say hello to my 'new destiny' first!"

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against Trist's forehead, and Graves pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang~!"

Blood splattered everywhere, but Graves's face was ashen.

"It's the same trick again..."

"Oh! Why are you holding the gun, Graves? We're old friends, right?"

Although his clothes were already soaked with blood and were somewhat messy, Trist still struck a cool pose.

The empty gun caused his rage to grow, but at this moment Graves was unusually calm.

The cards in Trist's right hand had already made him lose the initiative.

"why?"

Graves squeezed out these three words from between his teeth.

"Ten whole years! In prison! Do you know how that feels!?

The way those bastards tortured me would drive anyone crazy, but I didn't. For this moment, I didn't go crazy!"

"Oh, old friend, now that you've gotten through this, it's all thanks to me. You should be thanking me."

As Drizzt said this, his eyes were fixed on Graves, but to his surprise, the other party did not make a move.

"Phew! How much did they give you to betray me?"

"..."

Drizzt was silent for a few seconds, then a smile appeared on his face.

"Sorry, Graves, it's nice to see you again, but this isn't the place for talking..."

"Bang~!"

Trist rolled over in a panic to dodge, but the cards in his hand were torn to pieces by the bullets.

"No, are you serious!?"

"Oh? When did I start joking with you?"

Looking at the gun pointed at him, Trist rushed out the door. In front of him was a huge warehouse filled with all kinds of sundries.

“Bang~bang~bang~!”

"It's been ten years, and you still have the same old habit of shooting!"

Trist moved nimbly, using the debris as cover and dodging.

"Hurry, hurry! Damn, the dead fish is right here!"

Looking at the pirates pouring in, Drizzt's face darkened.

"You're just trying to delay their arrival? Do you know how many people are here?!"

“Hahahaha! Who cares how many people there are!

Come on, Drizzt, let me see how you run now?"

"Found it, the person is here!"

"Swish, swish, swish~!"

"Bang bang bang~!"

The pirates didn't care who was below them, their bows and crossbows and bullets whizzed around the two of them.

"Hahaha~!"

Graves laughed and dodged while chasing after Drizzt.

"People like us shouldn't have trusted others from the beginning. Now, I want to correct this mistake!"

"F*ck Graves, you're such an idiot!"

"Hahaha~! If I am, then you are too. What kind of gambler would throw out eight 'A's' at the gambling table?"

"You stupid idiot, don't you have four of the eight 'A's?!"

"I don't care about you so much, I must dig a hole for you today!"

“Crap!!!”

Facing the double attack from the pirates and Graves, Trist used every object around him to dodge.

Although the hat was used to disguise his identity as a wealthy businessman, Tristana unexpectedly liked it and had long since been thrown into some corner.

Unconsciously, Drizzt had crossed most of the warehouse and approached the door that was hinged and locked, and where a dozen pirates were standing.

“Fuck, let’s fight!”

The card in his hand flashed red. Just as Trist was about to throw the card away, he saw a black muzzle of a gun out of the corner of his eye.

"Shua~!"

The red card was thrown towards the cannon.

"careful!"

Looking at Trist who was rushing towards him, Graves hesitated for a moment, just a moment.

"Boom~!"

The shell landed not far from the two of them, and the violent shock made their eyes go dark.

"Boom~!"

“Dang~!”

The red card exploded, and a thick gun barrel fell from a great height.

Graves watched Drizzt's mouth open and close rapidly, but he could not hear a single sound.

"What the f*ck did you say!?"

"Pah~pah~!"

He was hit twice on the face, and a noisy sound suddenly flooded into his ears.

"Tobias you tm..."

When Trist heard Graves call out his little-known real name, he was delighted, knowing that his plan was half successful.

"Stop talking nonsense Graves, I was wrong at first, but the situation was complicated at that time. Now let's escape first!"

"..."

"What? Hurry up and get up, or we'll both die here!"

Looking at the right hand that Trist extended, Graves raised his hand and shook it.

"Kaka~!"

"If you slip away again this time, you'd better never be caught by me!"

"Haha~! You just need to follow my plan!"

In the burning warehouse, thugs and con men once again teamed up to fight the enemy.