Why?

Why would you believe such a thing? For example, an extremely distant dream is as far away as a distant starlight in the night sky, a starlight whose source cannot even be confirmed to exist. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Time rumbled, and those who were far away fell like dust, crushed silently.

It is not that there has been no peace, but peace leads to destruction.

Ionia, an ancient kingdom of peace for hundreds of years, is now facing a great crisis, and destruction is like a tidal wave, threatening to swallow it at any moment.

Shurima stood thousands of years ago, and the symbiosis of man and god did not know how many beautiful works of art were created, but in the end they were destroyed in the lust for power and conspiracy.

Nasus was right, he was an exiled god, his eyes had seen thousands of years, thousands of years were like a day, and humanity was like a floating life and death, constantly struggling, constantly moving towards peace and prosperity, and constantly ushering in the end of destruction.

Is there really peace?

At the age of sixteen, he packed his bags and traveled all the worlds he had seen in his little study, in search of a way to achieve peace.

A sixteen-year-old boy is probably the loneliest and most confused person in the world.

The white robe rolled in the wind and snow, and the lonely and long figure trudged on the vast ice field.

The snow was falling heavily, and the cold edges of the snowflakes pierced into the gaps in his eyes, and Reginald narrowed his eyes, but the interference of the flying snow prevented him from seeing the road ahead.

This is the northern Valoran ice field, called Freljord, who came to the barbarian village, which was in peacetime, and he exchanged some philosopher's stones for temporary residence.

The north wind was still noisy, but the barbarians told him that the wind season was coming to an end. They began to sharpen their knives, and the sound of striking iron came from the tribal cottages and dispersed into the snowy wind.

At this time, when the winter food stock is running out, each tribe will hold a grand festival to celebrate the arrival of the warm season, hunting is an indispensable activity, and after the snowstorm season is over, the Freljod people do not have to hunt for rare food in the wind.

The children have long been tired of eating cured bacon and are looking forward to this day every day. They are always the most relaxed in the tribe, and in the warm season they can eat a lot of fresh meat without having to think about war. Maybe they will consider it, but the outcome of tribal wars is not something that is decided by those immature little hands.

The children were laughing at the children's camp, and the chief of the barbarians told him that when the festival was over, they would get a year's worth of sweets. The children of the tribe are taken out of the family from birth and brought together to be raised, trained, and held together until the rites of passage.

This year, many of them will take part in a coming-of-age ritual in which they hunt an adult carnivorous beast to prove that he is the hunter of blood on the cold and harsh ice fields.

Naturally, in addition to hunting, when the snow season is over, conquest and plunder will flood the Northlands.

Killing, this is the first word that every barbarian learns, and they know the vocabulary of war even before they know how to say "father". And the father is always synonymous with honor, and the honor that can be obtained in the barbarian tribe comes from war.

The rules of the Northland, the truce of the wind and snow season. This is the iron law laid down in this frozen soil.

"Is it impossible to be peaceful?"

The Barbarian Chief struggled to explain the meaning of the word "peace" to the Barbarian Chieftain, who knew so little lingua franca that he didn't even know, and didn't need to know, what "peace" meant, and Reginad could only explain as "a truce for hundreds or even millennia."

The barbarian chief laughed when he heard this.

"There are only so many resources in the Northland, and it can't feed us all. Wild cows and deer, land where plants can grow in the thin permafrost, and mountain passes sheltered from the wind are all counted, and if you don't grab them, you will have to die. The snow season doesn't last forever. ”

He saw that the world was full of intrigue and war, but there was no place for peace. Maybe peace is just a distant thought in people's hearts, just like a person always longs for rest when he is tired, but it does not mean that they want to rest forever, they have a thirst, they have a desire, from wanting to live, to wanting to live better than others, hoping to get more wealth from this limited world. There is no peace in human desires.

Those who have nothing desire equality, and those who have desire to widen the differences that already exist.

In fact, people who have nothing, the equality they yearn for still needs to be snatched by themselves.

"I don't want more people to die, for the sake of resources, for the sake of keeping my own race alive, let other races die." He said to a child.

Reginald was very popular with the children, he had some magic tricks and quickly got along with the barbarian kids, but when he said that, the children thought he was a madman with magical powers, made a face and ran away, and then they watched him in droves from a long distance and laughed.

Only one child would like to hear his story of peace, which he said was another life, peaceful and happy.

The barbarian child, named Tydamir, said that he was the son of the chieftain and would inherit the chieftain in the future.

"Then you'll have to hone your hunting skills." "Lead them to be stronger." If one day I succeed and find a way to make you live without killing, I hope you will join me with this tribe. ”

Leaving the barbarian village, he continued northward, but found nothing, there was wind and snow everywhere, and the further north he went, the more barren and barren he became.

There are no herdsmen, and there can be no peasants here, and to live here is to snatch the resources of survival from nature, and also to compete with others for the resources of survival.

He found another village in the south, called the Ice Shooters, an ancient tribe led by a woman. The Queen's bodyguards and guards are all female archers, and even in such cold places, they still wear sassy short skirts all year round, revealing beautiful legs with strong but elegant female curves.

Reginard bought a beautiful white dress at a local store, thinking that it would be a gift for Ivani as a gift for her trip. The silvery threads weave beautiful edges on the soft white cloth, like snow falling on the white frozen soil.

The queen took him in and showed him the land.

At the end of the season, the southern part of the tribal territory has begun to melt, and the snow water nourishes the soil. The young people of the tribe are busy clearing the surface of the river from the ice floes and preparing for the upcoming agricultural production. The bellows of the blacksmith shop made a constant sound, and the iron ingots were made into iron plows and various agricultural implements.

The cultivated civilization has sown its seeds into this wild land, and the people here have a smile in their eyes - the end of the snowstorm season means not fire and sword, but a great harvest.

Accustomed to cultivating this barren and inhospitable land, they began to build their own cities and civilizations, and Reginad found a school, which seemed to be a basic literacy school, but a miracle in this land of ice and snow. There are even some hot springs for pleasure, and they are even seeking to establish stable relations with Demacia.

Although she felt that peace was unrealistic, the queen said that she would try it, and her daughter was a shy little girl named Ash. She held her head high and told Reginad that one day she would bring peace to Freljord.

Reginard smiled and encouraged her dream, but his heart was also full of heaviness, which was not very different from what he felt in the barbarian village, and it was still a heavy and uncertain future.

Spring planting and autumn harvesting, the natural law of the world, always has an answer. But when the truth involves people, it is no longer valid and there is no answer.

The territory of the Ice Shooter tribe is in the southern part of Freljord, which can be cultivated outside of the snowstorm season and is warmer, but for the perennially frozen north, peace is only a flash in the pan. Even if the covenant is established, the final result will be that the north will still be backward and difficult to survive, and the south will become more and more abundant, and this injustice will sooner or later sow the seeds of hatred again.

The Freljords are wolves who survive in the cold and snow, fighting fiercely, not sheep grazing.

He remembered what the barbarian king had said: "Sheep live comfortably when it is warm, but they cannot face the cold." To defeat the ferocious north wind, you must be fiercer than it. ”