Lines wasn't polite, grabbed the healing potion and poured it down. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A bitter and strange smell spread from Lanes's mouth, a smell that Lines had often smelled in the slum gutters.

It has to be said that alchemy potions have never been very particular about taste, at least Lines has not yet drunk a potion that tastes better than water.

"In a few days...... You're going to the War College. ”

"Hmmm......"

Lines nodded.

In the past few days, both Katerina and Svein have been repeating this sentence to him.

But for the War College, Lanes's understanding was still stuck in the giant crystal hub that he saw in Karamanda.

"You're not like a normal person, you can't enjoy the daily life of the War College in peace, and in the Call War with Ionia a year later, Svein needs you to defeat the man called Yi - that is, you will have at least a year to get your War College diploma and pass the test to earn a place in the League of Legends. ”

Tyrone pulled a dagger from his waist and leaned against the tree to sharpen it.

"Hmm. ”

Lines nodded, staring at the bottle of the healing potion he had drained, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing Lanes' appearance, Tyrone shook his head and sighed.

It seems that this kid doesn't understand what he is talking about.

It took him five years to graduate from the War College, and three years later he became a "hero"

During this period, he was entrusted by the academy to deal with several large and small incidents, ranging from mediating tribal wars to exterminating the berserk elemental dragon, and several times Tyrone was on the verge of death, which made him a little scared when he recalled it now, but fortunately, it was not in danger.

Similarly, although Katerina is much more talented than herself, it also took a year to pass the assessment of the War College, and two years later she joined the League of Legends.

And a poor boy like Lines, who is mediocre and has no reputation, wants to graduate in a year and get an invitation to the alliance at the same time, which is simply unthinkable.

What the hell was that guy thinking, Svein.

Thinking of this, Tyrone looked back at Lines and found that he was staring at a necklace in a daze.

No...... Strictly speaking, it was just a chain, because the crystal that had been set on it had been shattered.

No need to ask, Tyrone also knows whose necklace it is.

"I'd advise you to throw that thing away. ”

After a long time, Tyrone considered and spoke.

"That thing...... It's not something you can pick up, and if you throw it away, it's good for you and for the eldest lady. ”

"He's right, boy. ”

At this time, Hadias was also on the side to help.

"Besides, you saved that Demacian chick's life...... No, maybe it's a lot of life, and you don't owe each other anymore. ”

Don't you owe each other?

As he spoke, Lines tightened his grip on the necklace and placed the necklace around his neck.

"I'll measure it myself. ”

With that, Lines got up and walked towards the kitchen, while Tyrone, who was at the back door, looked at Lines's back and sighed.

"Hey, boy, did you listen to me, ah? Oh, I see, you really like the appearance of that Demacia chick, hey, I told you that women are easy creatures, you just need to put a little effort into making up some clever words, and they will obediently sleep with you, and then gain power, win wealth, control power, and destroy the world......"

Hadias's chattering mental pollution still echoed in Lanes's ears, and Lines had already selectively filtered out this anti-human noise.

We don't owe each other.

There are some things that can't be cleared up by not owing each other.

At this time, Demacia, in the camp of the dreadnought vanguard.

In a small ring, two figures are facing each other.

One of them, wearing heavy armor, judging from the slight purple luster on it, should be a special forbidden demon armor made by Demacian craftsmen, holding a huge shield of steel swords, which can be said to be armed to the teeth.

The other person was wearing a black tights, holding only a wooden practice sword in his hand, and dozens of large and small weights were tied to his body, even so, his eyes were full of determination, and the people who looked at him felt that what was standing in front of him was not a person, but a magnificent barrier.

"Hah!"

With a deafening roar, the wooden giant sword swung violently, and the originally heavy practice sword seemed to have an unstoppable force in this person's hand, like a boulder rolling down from the mountain, making people feel insignificant

Click!

The wooden practice sword was raised high, and it actually made a huge dent in the huge shield blocking in front of it, and at the same time, the person wearing the armor flew upside down from the ring because he could not withstand the huge impact.

"Stop, it's time to stop!"

Seeing this, the soldier who stood outside the field shouted loudly and announced the winner of the competition.

Several other soldiers hurriedly ran up and unfastened the armor of the man who fell to the ground.

cough cough cough ......

With a cough, a strong man covered in sweat got up from his armor and smiled wryly.

"Ahem, ahem...... Sure enough, I can't defeat it, Galen. ”

"Of course, because you don't dare swing a knife at me. ”

The man named Galen also put down his practice sword, relieved himself of the burden, and walked up and pulled the man up.

"What's wrong?Sebato, how courageous did you have when you slew that abyssal worm?"

Hehe......

Sebato smiled bitterly twice, standing in front of Galen, it was not easy for him to keep his momentum from collapsing, let alone swinging a knife at him.

But he didn't feel embarrassed, after all, the man in front of him was the vanguard of the dreadnought vanguard, Galen, who had the title of "The Power of Demacia".

"Alright, that's all for today's training, ...... everybody."

With Galen's command, all the soldiers, including Sebato, who had just fallen to the ground, quickly gathered and stood in a line.

"Long live Demacia!"

"Long live Demacia!"

With two slogans that resounded through the sky, the people present dispersed in twos and threes.

Galen, on the other hand, was still standing still, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Why, aren't you happy? ”

A voice came from behind him, and instead of looking back, Galen suddenly reached out and grabbed a flying object.

It was a jug full of water.

"I'm not a recruit anymore, there's no point in tempting, Wayne. ”

"No, it makes sense. ”

Sure enough, in the shadows behind him, Wayne slowly walked out.

"At least it proves that you just shot so hard, and it's not a mistake...... Look at that kettle. ”

Galen suddenly felt a chill in his hand, and when he looked up, he found that the steel kettle he was holding was actually cracked by his own hand, and the clear spring water was slowly flowing out of it.