The Legend of Valoran Heroes of the League of Legends

Chapter 160

The white smoke gradually dissipated, and Nautilus standing inside remained motionless.

The Titan from the deep sea was hit by this bang, and there were only many tiny white spots on his rusty diving suit. To him, it was as if he was unharmed.

Draven, who was hiding behind him, flicked his wrist, took back the throwing ax he had shot down, and said with a curled mouth, "Does the other party have reinforcements? Tsk, it really lingers!"

Poor Charles looked up and saw the man standing beside him.

The first impression that this person gave Charles was that he was unrestrained.

In his hand was a very cool double-barreled shotgun.

At this time, due to the fact that the gun had just been fired, the gun barrel was still slightly reddish, and the muzzle was still emitting green smoke.

He was dressed in a dirty leather jacket, with various large bullets hanging from the chain belt around his waist, and the corners of the dark red cloak on his shoulders were frayed. He looked like a wanderer for a long time.

His scattered and messy hair was integrated with the same unruly beard around his mouth, and his pair of eyebrows with a sense of joy matched Delevingne's mustache.

The most important thing is that this person still has a half-burned cigarette in his mouth, and the green smoke from the flickering cigarette end is like the uncooled bullet casing at Charles' feet.

The man held the shotgun in one hand, freed the other hand, pinched the cigarette on his mouth, took a strong puff, took the cigarette away from his mouth, and let the smoke out of his mouth comfortably.

Then, he turned his head, and squeezed his eyebrows at Charles...

Charles saw it, felt a chill, and leaned against the stone wall behind him involuntarily.

"Am I that scary! Brat!"

The man put the cigarette back in his mouth and drank it, and said dissatisfiedly: "Thanks to me, I saved your life!"

"You... are you our reinforcement?"

Charles timidly asked, "And who are you?"

"Master, my name is Graves! I'm here to save you!"

Graves said angrily: "You are really a kid. I rushed all the way to save you, so you just tell me this?"

"I'm sorry, I really thought I was going to die just now, and I was afraid that's why I was like this."

Charles said weakly: "Did you come alone? How are Galen and the others?"

"Relax, man."

Graves smiled heartily and said, "I'm not here alone. My partners have already rushed to your partner's battlefield. They are all very reliable people like me!"

"I can rest assured that."

Hearing Shire's words, Graves's eyes on Shire changed very slightly, there was admiration, but also a trace of... resentment.

However, this is nothing, because Draven's throwing ax has already been thrown over!

Graves lightly raised the muzzle of the gun, pulled the trigger, and shot at the spinning hatchet flying in mid-air.

Bang!
A long tongue of flame spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, mixed with the iron balls filled in the bullet, and knocked Draven's throwing ax down.

Click!

Graves took a puff of his cigarette and ejected the cartridge at the same time, pointed the gun at Draven and Nautilus, and raised his eyebrows with great joy.

Bang!
The double-barreled shotgun boomed again.

Nautilus let out a muffled snort, and the sewer manhole covers that glowed with green light surrounded his body again. The scattered iron beads touched these green manhole covers, submerged them instantly, and disappeared.

"Yo, nice defense."

When Graves spoke, the cigarette in his mouth was bobbing up and down like a chicken pecking at rice, and at the same time, he freed one hand to find a bright red large bullet from his waist!

Cleave, reload.

Graves loaded the bullet very smoothly, and with a click, pushed the bullet into the chamber, and said mockingly, "How about trying this?"

Graves held the gun with one hand, handed the shotgun out, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!
At the same time as the shot was fired, Graves drew his hand back to ease the huge recoil brought by this special bullet.

The large bright red bullet was fired, and a trail of black powder was sprinkled along the way. This is not a bullet, but a... grenade!
The bright red grenade hit Nautilus' body, bounced high, and poured the black powder contained in it on his body.

At the same time, Graves took off the cigarette butt from his mouth, took a puff of cigarette lightly, bared his slightly yellow teeth, and flicked the cigarette butt in his hand towards the black gunpowder path.

call!
The black gunpowder was ignited by the residual tinder on the cigarette butt, instantly ignited, rolled up a flame path, and rushed towards Nautilus. The flame ignited a large amount of gunpowder on his body like a prairie fire!
Boom!

Nautilus and Draven were instantly engulfed by the flames of the explosion!

The path of the burning flame shot up into the sky, shining on Graves' vicissitudes of face, flickering.

Putting the shotgun under his arm, he took out a cigarette from his waist bag and put it in his mouth. Then Graves found a small black square on his body and pressed it lightly with his thumb. Small flames jumped up from above.

Lighting the cigarette with this small flame, Graves took a puff comfortably, turned his head, shook the small black square in his hand to Charles, and said triumphantly: "Well, not bad, this is what I spent. It was bought at a high price, and it was produced in the Piltover Laboratory, an advanced machine specially used to make fire, called the Hex Technology Fire Maker."

Charles turned his head from the shock of the explosion just now, looked at this little thing enviously, and said very fondly: "It's really convenient, I used to use flint to make fire before, but with this Hecross or something, what a mouthful name!"

"It's a Hextech firearm!"

"It's too ugly. You can catch fire as soon as you hit it. You might as well call it a lighter!"

"Lighter?"

"It doesn't sound good? It's a little bit, yes, called a lighter!"

"Lighter? Forget it, call it whatever you like."

Graves put the lighter in his pocket, but seeing Charles' burning gaze, he was afraid that it would be snatched away.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he winked at the path of the still burning flames, and said very complacently: "Well, my trick is not bad, I call it the end of the road!"

Graves puffed out a cigarette and said triumphantly, "Because I got hit by this trick, it's like walking into a dead end, and I'm sure to die, haha!"

Looking at the blazing fire in the distance, and listening to Graves' words, Charles murmured in his heart: It's so stinking.

At this moment, Charles saw, from the flames, a flaming anchor flew towards them!

"careful!"

Charles pulled Graves to his side, using the little bit of mana he had just recovered, and used arcane leap.

The golden magic door flickered open with Charles and Graves.

The flaming anchor hit the stone wall and sank into it.

And over there, under the gradually dissipating flames, Nautilus' body still stood proudly. On his body, he was protected by a green round magic shield.

And Draven, who was swinging the throwing axe, was also in the green magic hood, looking at Charles and Graves fiercely.

　Is the big male gun powerful enough? If so, how about giving a thumbs up?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)