Tyron Odin was an Assassin.
Perhaps the most famous and deadly Master Assassin on the continent of Albion for thousands of years.
Before his death, he came from a hermit ancient family, with the blood of ancient elves and succubi. The Odin family has been closely related to the Assassin profession for generations. As the eldest son of this generation, Tai Lun has shown an extremely eye-catching talent since he was young, and he was cultivated by the world's largest assassin organization, Bluebell Flower.
It only took him twenty years to become Blue Bell Flower's biggest hole card.
As a master assassin, he is well known by all major forces and nobles. People study his resume and his specialties in horror, and then find that he is a descendant of a rare mixed blood, a world-famous assassin, awe-inspiring and despairing.
He is like the Balrog Lord in the abyss, everyone knows that he is guarding the blue bell flower there, and knows that as long as he is pulled out, the assassin organization can be further eradicated, but no one dares to step forward to spy on his specific location.
As a half-elf, this master assassin has extremely keen six senses and unrivaled combat ability; as a half-succubus, he is also good at disguising and hypnotizing, there is no place in the world that he wants to go but cannot go; he is a deadly Mystery, according to legend, once you see his face clearly, you will die for him, or die at his hands, or be willing to kill him.
Tyron Odin was a non-believer, so after his death, his soul wandered in the wilderness and was robbed by countless gods from various god kingdoms.
He didn't want to be an "immortal" (a good name for the undead), and he didn't want to be the chosen one of any god, so he made a contract with the god of killing.
He has worked for the God of Slaughter for six hundred years in exchange for the freedom of his soul. He will not enter the reincarnation of mortals, nor will he enter the kingdom of any gods, but will go to any time and space where life may be born, and get a brand new life there.
During these six hundred years, he used to be an unknown person, watching the changes of the world and the rise and fall of the dynasty with cold eyes. Falling to the mortal world, fighting in the vast land of thousands of hectares, killing princes and generals with double blades, and slaughtering armies and regiments alone, for this reason his heart is as hard as iron, and he is used to seeing the boundary between life and death. A gully of blood and fire.
A sense of the passage of time, during which it is blurred.
Tyron Odin was awakened from his slumber again, this time he couldn't feel the will of the God of Slaughter, but he heard a familiar, inorganic, cold voice: "The mission begins. Kill all the contestants in the arena Contestant, get the rematch qualification and hidden points. Contestant No. 419, your current kill count is: 0 people."
After hearing these two short sentences, Tai Lun slowly opened his eyes.
He saw himself in an environment like the Colosseum in ancient Rome. In the center is a huge ring-shaped fire pit. Four stone bridges span the fire pit and lead to the suspended round platform in the middle. He and the remaining 99 people stood around the fire pit, each wearing a mask and a number code floating above their heads-presumably Tyron himself.
The audience outside the arena is shouting one after another, mixed with screams, whistles, and fireworks exploding in the sky.
As soon as all this started, several people around Tai Lun had already started fighting each other.
Tai Lun indifferently avoided the sneak attacks of his opponents, and quickly checked all the weapons hidden in his tactical belt: a pair of daggers, twenty throwing knives, two poison sacs, and a turn of steel wire.
Tai Lun drew out the dagger, held it in both hands, lowered his figure slightly like a entrenched poisonous snake, narrowed his eyes—
The God of Slaughter has started his game again, or perhaps a new way of sacrifice, he thought.
But what's the point? Just relying on these people in front of you, want to compete with him to kill someone
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The 1170th session of the Chaoyang League's First Division Golden League, commonly known as the "E-Sports League", is in progress, and this is the last chaotic meeting before the rematch.
The entire competition took place in the virtual world, so there were audiences wearing ancient costumes, wearing laser swords, and holding baby dragons and calling them sons, and so on.
The commentator was shouting passionately: "Our players are now in a mess! Okay, we saw that the first cooperative battle group has gathered on the northern bridge of the venue, a total of 17 people, and they are slaughtering the fallen Singles! Oh are they going to dominate the game? Can they do it?"
The audience bickered and booed. Everyone was staring at the venue or the live screen, unable to watch so many sporadic battles.
Sixteen split screens are constantly tracking and switching players, and the assistant on split screen No. 9 was reminded by the director behind him: "Don't just stare at No. 419!"
The split-screen assistant apologized repeatedly, but after cutting the screen away, less than two minutes later, he involuntarily stuck to player 419 again.
419, Tyrann, is harvesting a warband in the melee.
He does not appear frontally, but only walks around the edge. But he was like a shadow, casually and unpredictably stealing the lives of the lonesome and the dying; the players who were killing fiercely did not pay attention to him, and this unattended characteristic made people feel creepy.
He harvested recklessly like a god of death, but no one could see the god of death. The players fell into a huge dark net in ignorance, with no trace and nowhere to hide.
"Why hasn't anyone found him yet?"
The split-screen assistant put down the controller without taking his eyes off it, talking to himself with chills.
Behind her, the director, who wanted to get angry, looked up and put his hand on her shoulder and forgot to take a picture.
Because at this moment, Tai Lun gently stuffed the dagger into the enemy's abdomen with his backhand, and then curled up in front of him, turning around gracefully to avoid the splashing blood.
Under the mask, his slightly squinted dark golden eyes just flashed away in front of the camera.
Unrivaled deadly, unrivaled enchantment.
Bystanders have no way of judging whether their violent heartbeat is due to extreme fear or extreme amazement.
"..."
The assistant and the director looked up together, and opened their mouths in unison.
This battle group was harvested until only a few people were still fighting each other. Someone seemed to have finally discovered something, and looked around with a shudder.
However, Tai Lun has left here and went to another battlefield.
Flying in the flames of war, he is more agile than swallows flying through the rainstorm, and more graceful than fishes swimming in spring water; occasionally he turns around like a stroll in a courtyard, and easily draws a path of beautiful blood with a dagger The arc ends the life of an enemy, but the cruel picture is so beautiful that it is unbelievable.
The No. 9 split screen has been firmly fixed on him.
The assistant was reluctant to blink, and stretched out a hand to touch the side for a while. His fingers were soaked in the hot coffee, but he didn't notice it, and continued to touch a bag of potato chips.
She looked up at the screen and ate two pieces of potato chips, then handed them to the director next to her.
The director also looked at the screen, and instinctively touched for a long time before finding a piece and stuffing it into his mouth, completely forgetting what he was doing.
Suddenly, the assistant murmured again, "Why didn't anyone find him?"
The director was also dumbfounded and shook his head dumbfounded.
Suddenly, a mage flying in mid-air spotted Tai Lun's figure.
He raised the altitude cautiously, then chanted a spell, and used a flood of magical missiles to sneak up on Tyrone's back.
However, Tai Lun didn't turn his head back, and as soon as he lowered his figure, he suddenly disappeared from the ground.
The camera followed him as he flew rapidly in mid-air, Tyron was like a sharp arrow, climbing to the sky before everyone had time to react, and attacked the mage exactly.
A spell of light flashed, and the shield on the mage took effect.
But it was also at this moment that the dagger in Tai Lun's hand seemed to turn into two graceful dragons, surrounding this magic aura, an extremely swift attack broke out.
After a series of steel knocking sounds like a storm, the spell shield was broken!
The mage had finished chanting the expulsion spell, and a resisting ripple had almost flicked towards Tai Lun.
At this moment, Tai Lun took the lead in whipping the leg, and slammed the unprotected mage from the midair, and smashed it on the translucent barrier of the chaos arena with a loud noise.
The mage's life bar plummeted, and he pulled himself off the barrier full of fear, panting and looking down, but he didn't see Tyron's figure.
Suddenly, the mage felt a terrifying cold that froze his blood from the top of his head until every nerve ending trembled.
He looked up instinctively, just in time to see a little star-like light falling from top to bottom towards the center of his brow, which was the sharp blade of Tai Lun's death sentence.
Two seconds later.
Tyron rolled lightly, counteracting the impact of landing, and disappeared in the swirling smoke again.
At this time, the mage's body fell from the air and disappeared into a white light.
In front of the screen, the director suddenly took a breath of cold air, only then realized that he had instinctively held his breath just now, almost out of breath.
He moved his stiff neck, and suddenly heard panting sounds one after another around him, and then recalled the scene just now in fear.
The entire studio was quiet, even the entire auditorium was quiet, almost no one was panting loudly.
Until now, there were one after another exclamation sounds.
In order to confirm the situation of the whole audience, he looked up at the big screen, and this time he almost fainted: he saw a total of 16 live split screens, and nine of them were firmly stuck to the body of contestant No. 419!
Among them, some were capturing the panorama of contestant No. 419, some were taking special close-up shots, and some were even chasing his long legs in tight pants when his clothes flew up.
The heart of the director: My poor job, can you still see the sun tomorrow
The author has something to say: Notes:
The setting of e-sports in this article is that many games will be integrated in one game. The author will refer to some works for the setting and background of these games, but will not apply them directly.
These works include but are not limited to: World of Warcraft, Sword Net III, League of Legends, dota2, Ark, Warframe, EVE, Dragon Age series, Lord of the Rings series, Blade & Soul, Dungeons and Warriors, Tianya Mingyue Dao, Dragons and Dungeons series, The Elder Scrolls series, Overwatch, Final Fantasy 14... in no particular order. (yes I played both =L=
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