Ahri sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Reginard, holding his cold hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

His cheeks were still hot, and a few distressing lines were squeezed out between his forehead and eyebrows.

The bright moonlight through the curtains, mingling with the dim light of the room, fell softly on his body.

It's still this room, and Ahri can still remember that night, that misty night, comforting Ellie's self and wanting to kiss humans for some reason.

But the smell of blood in the air made the atmosphere softer.

Soraka was there preparing the herbs, and the monkey sat on the bench, tending to the dust, but rather, in her direction.

The monkey looked at her. The adventure with Ahri just now, carrying her all the way, the fragrance that belonged to her, the happiness that she commanded, all disappeared, and she was isolated from this hut.

Not even a trace of it was found.

He even wished that the injured person was himself.

Ahri noticed the monkey's gaze, but could only sigh, blaming her, it was her magic, the kind of magic that she couldn't control, making people unconsciously seduced by her.

When time is right, he will slowly forget her, and forget this feeling, as if everything he had forgotten.

"Alright." Soraka walked over with a gentle smile and a clay pot in her hand, this was not the first time she had healed an injury, and this healer's smile was the most soothing.

Ahri nodded and glanced at the unconscious Reginard: "Weak chicken, you must get better." She slowly stood up and stepped aside.

Soraka slowly lifted up Reginald's shirt, trying to avoid touching his wounds, the white and muscular body made the young Soraka blush a little.

But the wound in his abdomen looked too shocking.

The white gauze that had bandaged the wound had already blurred a large area of blood. Soraka carefully dismantled the gauze, the fabric inevitably touching the wound, rubbing a rough dull pain, and the unconscious Reginald only frowned, breathing heavier, but did not make any painful sounds.

It is a penetrating wound.

With such an injury, he should have been lying in bed to recuperate. Now that her wound had already deteriorated, the wound she had just opened gave off a faint smell of rancidity, and the wound had festered and inflamed, Soraka tossed the removed gauze aside and briefly treated the pus from the wound.

Each wipe was gentle, for fear of causing too much pain to the wounded, but although the man lying on the bed was unconscious, he still did not say a word, his tightly knit brow revealed his inhibition, and his jaw was bitten tightly.

On the contrary, the nine-tailed demon fox was quite vulnerable, she stared at him, and almost every time she felt his breath beat from time to time, she couldn't help but tremble.

The pain was palpable.

Cleaning the pus away, Soraka gave Ahri a gesture to take the orb back. The swirling orb turned into a blue glow and then vanished.

She picked up the clay pot and slowly coated the shattered herbs on Reginald's body. The original few broken grasses were completely shapeless, they had been shattered, and then mixed with the water, turning into a slimy puddle.

Ahri still remembers the healing herbs that the monkey gave her at that time, and it seems that they also used this way to better exert their medicinal effects.

Soraka used this slimy clay to apply to the wound on Reginald's abdomen, carefully and carefully, ring by ring, and when it was finally completed, Ahri found that the clay seemed to paint a kind of magical magic array, and between the arrays, there was a faint smell of fresh life.

Soraka placed his hands on top of Reginade's wound, didn't exert any force, just gently pressed his palms against it, lowered his head, closed his eyes and whispered.

The silver-white light shrouded the girl's body, and the fluctuation of energy made her hair windless, and in the healing magic array, the magical energy was constantly being born and reorganized.

And her cheeks, chanting incantations, were soaked in the soft starlight.

It's like a goddess in the sky. Ahri crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, watching this scene in amazement, her body gently accepted by the soft tail behind her.

Soraka.

What a holy woman she is.

Compared to herself...... Ahri couldn't help but bow her head, feeling a deep inferiority. She's a demon fox, feeding on human spirits, a harmful thing after all, and now working for Sindra, the woman who wields mysterious dark energy.

She's so small. It's too dirty, too.

She looked at Soraka in the light, and she almost burst into tears from the soft light.

A young girl who falls in love is always easy to become inferior.

With a long and mysterious chant, the light on Soraka's body finally dimmed, as if the power of the stars absorbed through her body was infused into Reginader's body in this spell.

Beads of sweat oozed from Soraka's forehead, and when the spell was completed, she nearly fell from her strength.

This was the second time she had used the power of the stars today, and this level of healing, which had been a gesture for her, had now made her nearly collapse.

Who can easily adapt to this gap of being driven from the altar?

"Soraka." Ahri held her arm, "Weak he...... Are you alright? ”

"Hmm." Soraka said weakly, "It's fine, but this injury still needs to heal for a while." ”

The monkey came up just in time to help him, ready to bandage Reginald's wound with the bandage he found in the cupboard, but Ahri took the bandage from his hand.

"I'll do it anyway." Ahri smiled and said.

Without any reason to refuse, the monkey nodded and sat back to the side.

"He should be able to wake up before noon, but he will need to treat the wound with some medicine, which will have to be found in a nearby city, like this wood."

"I have to go to Ionia." Ahri bandaged his wounds, remembering what Reginard had said for no apparent reason.

"With ...... Take him to the main city, where he is needed. Ahri knotted the bandage, a small and delicate bow, and then she stood up with a somewhat gloomy look in her eyes, and slowly withdrew from it.

It was a place he had to go, a place he was determined to protect, and Ahri didn't want him to take any risks, but he knew he had no right to interfere in his life.

A ray of morning light slowly shone in through the window.

The monkey seemed to sense her wishes. "You...... Won't you go with us? ”

Ahri shook her head, looked at Reginard, whose face was finally relaxed, and smiled contentedly.

"No need."

……

"No to war!"

In the hall of the House of Elders, the voices of the elders in the seats kept echoing.

Kalmar sat high in the middle seat, looking at the elders sitting on either side, and behind the long table were stubborn faces—more isolated than high.

Reginad was right, Ionia's stubbornness was deep in the bone marrow.

Over the course of thousands of years, they have developed their philosophy into a perfect circle, self-contained, and then they stand on a piece of land within this circle, drawing the ground as a prison.

The House of Elders has split into two factions, and they are quarrelsome. However, those who oppose the war still occupy the majority.

"That's the war of Valoran! It has nothing to do with my Ionia! One of the elders said indignantly.

"But here they are! This is war, but it is a battle to defend the homeland! Li Qing said.

"Countering violence with violence? How are you different from a barbarian? ”

"Can't you see the matter in Sun Hunting Town? I have tried to be peaceful. But Noxus answered with only fire and sword! Could it be that this time, the great city built with the Holy King, will repeat the mistakes of the past again? Elder Gondor stood up, and he was already Karma's staunchest supporter at this meeting.

"Ionia is not a target of Noxus," stood up a thin elder who described a pair of small eyes as sparkling in the thin, sunken eye sockets. "Noxus is interested in hunting for the hegemony of the Valoran continent, I, Ionia, have always been isolated and have no intention of obstructing it, I think someone must have instigated it and caused a misunderstanding!"

"That's right! It must be that guy, Reginad Ashram, some legendary mage, I think he's the biggest conspirator! ”

"That's enough." Karma's voice echoed through the hall, low, inhibited, but the psionic energy had grown with her emotions.

"Could it be that Lord Apocalypse has already been bewitched?"

"He once wanted to use that ridiculous League of Legends to pull me Ionia into the war on the continent! If we don't accept it, he will lead us to the east and make us his cannon fodder, weakening the rising Noxus! ”

"Reginard is seriously injured, but he still goes to Hunting Sun Town, and he is desperate, and now his life and death are uncertain! Just to defend this wall of Presidium left by your holy king! But what are you guys doing today? Karma finally couldn't help it and scolded sharply.

"Lord Apocalypse, your current thoughts are dangerous." An elder with a goatee said in an elegant tone, "Don't forget that Reginard is from the Valoran continent. That land of savage war! ”

"That's right! He's pushing us into the flames of war on the mainland! ”

"Veto war! Against the war! One elder stood up in a state of emotion, and shouted loudly, followed by the others:

"Veto war! Against the war! ”

"What are you guys doing! Do you want to watch Ionia be destroyed?! Karma also stood up, and every second in her chair from the beginning of the meeting was a painful ordeal for her.

"No to war! Impeach Karma! The elder almost jumped onto Karma's table and confronted her.

"No to war! Impeach Karma! ”

In the midst of the chaotic and loud shouting, a voice, calm, but powerful penetrates.

And so...... Just waiting to be killed? Give up everything Ionian, and then wag your tail and beg for mercy? I have heard that Ionia revered the manliness of a man, kneeling down to his ancestors, to the gods, to his parents and teachers, but never to his enemies. Sure enough, is it different from the rumors? ”

The voice came from outside the gate of the presbytery, and at the gate to the east, a figure, the sun at nine o'clock in the morning flowed through his sides, and his cheeks could not be seen clearly because of the backlight.

"You...... Who are you? Everyone followed the prestige to the outrageous figure outside the door.

However, Karma couldn't be more aware of who this person was, and she couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Do you know who you're dealing with?" The man didn't answer, and slowly walked into the conference hall, the magical power emanating from his body almost suffocating the heavens and the earth.

"The Great General of the Iron-Blooded Military State of Noxus, the only order and military spirit that Noxus believes in in the chaotic and chaotic city, the destroyer of countless cities, the Terminator of the Race, the Devil Migrate, the Supreme Sword Saint, and the black-clothed Grim Reaper who brought destruction and disaster to this world - Du Kekao!"

"He has no mercy, no mercy. He respects the strong, but is only obsessed with the moment when he destroys them! He spits on cowardice and kills them all! ”

"There are only five days left! The Iron Rider of Noxus will pass through here! Do you still have the heart to argue here, as if you are fighting for your life, to maintain your so-called traditions? ”

Karma and Li Qing looked at the person who suddenly appeared in the hall, and they were so excited that they almost burst into tears.

"Reginald ......"