After dealing with the corpse of the void monster, Geno met Nederi on the way to the screaming.

She seemed to be lost, or she might have lost her sense of Rengar, and stopped moving forward in a daze.

"You haven't left yet? Go up together?" Geno pretended that what had happened just now and showed a very friendly smile.

Nederli lowered her head and smelled the lie: "You have his smell."

And it was a bloody smell, Nederli silently replenished in his heart.

Genomo kept silent, stretched a fist in front of her, spreading his five fingers, revealing the bone-toothed necklace clenched in the palm of his palm.

"Just just now, I killed it, it was infected by the void, this is its relic." Geno did not hide it and told the truth.

"Will you blame me?"

Nederi hesitated to take the necklace, focusing on the sharp and smooth bone teeth, revealing an intriguing and complex expression.

She was very familiar with this necklace, and these spoils were all marks on the journey of the proud big cat.

"Do you think of me as those weak domestic cats? Actually, I know that it is not itself anymore. If you die, you will die. What the strong are like..." Nederli twitched his nose, put on the bone-tooth necklace, and said deeply: "It's good as long as I remember his glory."

She would take the scimitar back to Rengar's camp and make his walls look more grand, and she could only do this.

"Now, can we leave?" Geno pointed to the screaming that was about to start.

"Let's go..."

It is time for Nederli to return to her tribe. The rainforest in which they live has undergone drastic changes, and the leader of herself must shoulder the responsibility of leading the tribe to survive in the cruel rainforest.

...

Zuan Dark Port

The moon sank into the thick clouds, and the shadows covered the entire pier.

Two smugglers who had just experienced the baptism of artillery fire of changing power and escaped death set foot on the dock at this moment.

"Ahem, hell! I can smell this damn haze when I first arrived at Zuan. I think we should have landed in Piltwolf."

The speaker was named Tristefet, with a handsome, mature and charming poker face, a long smooth and shiny hair, a carefully trimmed beard on his chin, and a confident and contemptuous smile on his lips, but now he has been slapped in the haze of Zuan's specialty, and is bent over and coughing constantly, not at all the carelessness he usually does.

He took off his wide-brimmed hat and covered his mouth and nose, which made him feel a little better. After careful observation, he could see a playing card with a spade in the gold ornament on the brim of the hat.

Drizzt is a notorious card master and fraudster. He has unique card magic. It is rumored that the goddess of luck favors him. He has his footprints of showing his charm and gambling skills in any place in the world, which makes those rich and fools both envious and jealous.

"I think it's okay. It's similar to my second-hand smoke. Are you not used to it? If you go to Peel City directly, you will have fully armed guards waiting for us to be arrested in prison as soon as I just lost my old friend, which would be very troublesome."

A big man who was shorter than Drizzt slapped his thick beard, tilted his mouth and showed a mouthful of white teeth. He sucked a cigar hard, swallowed the clouds and blew the mist, and the white smoke mixed into the haze, quickly merged into one, regardless of each other.

This man is named Malcolm Graves, and he is Drizzt's partner and **.

Well, he was a good friend who shot a cannon with a giant shotgun in his hand, and was abbreviated as **. But his old friend, the giant shotgun named "Fate", sank into Bilgewater's bay in a shipwreck.

Graves wore a red cape on his shoulder, clamped the cigar and skillfully blew the ash: "An An, and Picheng has no place to have fun. They are all serious scientific research nerds. There is no fun in Zuan's Wei Guang Bar, the music there is so exciting, and there is also Wei Guang wine, also called Zuan's specialty, and there are never fewer gambling games. How about it, man?"

After saying that, Grayfos also hugged Drizzt's shoulder and patted him, shaking his eyebrows and signaling that if the other party disagreed, the cigarette he was holding in his lungs would spit on Drizzt's handsome poker face at any time.

"Man, I can't really praise your music taste." Thinking of the steampunk music that Zuan prevails, the kind of music that will make you stomp your feet and shook your head and turn around until you dizzy and vomit, Drizzt's brow frowned. He blocked his hat between the two, then changed his subject and suddenly grinned: "But... it's enough to have a gambling game."

"Hahaha! Let's go!" Graffus smiled boldly, and happily pushed and lala to the Glitter bar that he hadn't been to for a long time. The boat they made when they came was Bilgewater's amber beer and Demacia wine that was scoffed by all the alcoholics. If they drank too much, they would fade out of their mouths.

...

Graves leaned against the bar, holding a bottle of expensive special-tune light in his hand, and the sparkling wine swayed in the bottle. The rough man didn't care at all about this beautiful color. He picked up the wine bottle and drank tons. The wine overflowed from the corner of his mouth fell on his thick and rough beard, emitting bright light in the dark, which made the waiters at the bar feel distressed.

The characteristic of Zuan people is that they do not waste. The man in front of him is definitely not a local.

The noisy music in the bar made Grayfos nod and sway, applauding the men and women who were twisting their bodies wildly on the dance floor. The water droplets on their beards shook off, and excitement soared into the sky.

He stayed in prison for ten years, and after he came out, he was eager to seek revenge and did not even have time to shave, so how could he experience this kind of excitement?

It's been a long time since I was gone!

"Hiber~~This wine is a bit over!" Graves burped loudly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes in his big eyes, leaning on the bar, looking at a gambling table in the corner of the bar.

Drizzt sat upright on the chair, covering his trump card in front of him, and still put on the look of being beating that was so fascinating that he was worthy of life. In fact, it was a calm and careless expression. The description above was just that Graves himself disliked.

Every pair of eyes in the casino was staring at Drizzt, jealous or excited, waiting for him to play his trump card, expecting either side to lose all.

Opposite Drizzt sat an alchemy baron, whose wealth was built on the whip that beat the slave miners. He wore a precious robe: Freljord mink, hand-sewn leather, and Bilgewater's design style. Every finger he wore a blood gold ring, each worth more than most people had ever seen in their lifetime.

But at this moment, his forehead was sweating, which was even more intense than the sweat he had when his slave miners worked.

It was obvious that Drizzt was at the upper hand and completely crushed his opponent in terms of momentum.

"Tsk tsk, Drizzt is cheating again? Then you have to go over and see, I have long wanted to learn a thousand techniques." Seeing this, Graves bit a cigar and roughly pushed the crowd away and came over.
Chapter completed!