The monster entrenched in the middle of the bridge was actually a person.

He was only eroded by the void, and his twisted lifespan had changed for thousands of years into the inhuman appearance he is today. If you can't kill him, you can make him stronger.

But this "just" is relatively not easy.

Even a noble and powerful Celestial warrior would be reduced to a Dark Spawn with no humanity to speak of under the erosion of the Void, and it is a miracle that this mortal can resist the erosion for thousands of years with his own will.

This monster, or rather weirdo, his name is Jax.

Of course, it is also possible to call him by his full name - Sejax Cayu-Renes Kauali Aycardon.

It's just that even he himself has forgotten what his full name is, and these memories that should not be forgotten have been swallowed up little by little in the long confrontation with the erosion of the void.

Does this long name make any sense?

Some.

Sejax is his real name, and Cayu Reigns is his mother's and father's names, respectively. Elcarthon is the name of the blood clan he was born into, and has a glorious history of allegiance to the Mage King. Kauali, on the other hand, was the last to be added, representing the dead warriors who served the Mage King Acacia, and was the symbol of every warrior who participated in the prehistoric battle between Acacia and Shurima. (Prehistory is based on the Noxian calendar, and this Void War took place before the founding of Noxus, in 2500 BC, and the Svein coup d'état in 989 AD, which means that Jax was at least 3500 years old.) ）

Jax is here in search of a warrior who is qualified to fight alongside him against monsters from the other side of the world.

This farce is just a test for him. If you want to join that kind of dangerous battle, you have to at least have a few tricks under his men to make him fight a little more enjoyable.

Don't look at the conditions, it's as simple as just a few tricks, but if the target is Jax, it will be completely hellish for ordinary humans.

Although most of the names have been forgotten, the skills and purpose of the battle have not been forgotten. He is a master of all weapons, and a mediocre lamppost can be used in his hand, like a divine weapon. Whether it's the techniques of various weapons, or the caustic sarcasm, Jax is unmatched

As early as when Jax was still a mortal, he had already performed the feat of slaying the Celestial Warriors, although he relied on the siege, but he was able to decapitate the opponent's huge head, which was enough to prove his innate divine power and terrifying skills.

In his opinion, there is no one to fight at the bridgehead, but he will take on all challenges.

The sixteenth warrior walked to the bridge, but still did not learn his lesson, and directly assumed the fighting stance that everyone else had used.

Jax held up a finger and sighed, telling him to wait for him to finish the boiled egg before putting on his mask and fighting.

Like everyone else, the warrior in front of him, with broad shoulders and thick arms, covered from head to toe in glittering polished iron armor, liked to call him a monster when he spoke to him.

Much to Jax's dismay, the group of people living in the safe house had no idea what the real monsters were. If they had known, they would not have uttered such foolish words.

As usual, Jax let him make three moves first, but the other party didn't grasp the opportunity, and all three moves were dodged by him with his body. After three moves, Jax seized the gap and knocked his opponent's helmet out of the dimple with an elbow strike.

The blood that flowed from the side of his face provoked the swordsman's rage, and he unleashed a series of lightning swings, but Jax blocked them all with the swing of the lamppost. The lamppost is not sturdy, and it is easy to break if the Demacia sword is the front, but Jax uses the technique of spinning to deflect all the opponent's moves, so even the fragile lamppost can withstand the onslaught of the sword.

The pain and bleeding, as well as Jax's relentless sarcasm, turned the calm swordsman into a reckless man with no discipline or skill. Jax snatched his sword with a flick of his wrist, but the opponent's fighting spirit was not taken away.

A dagger was pulled out, and a series of stabs were launched at Jax, which also widened his own flaws.

"Hope you can water."

The swordsman's right hook was caught by Jax, who dropped his sword and lifted his opponent off the ground with both hands, over the guardrail of the bridge.

The man fell into the river, and Jax set the lamppost on the cobblestone.

"Who else?"

"And me." A woman said. She was at the head of the bridge, getting off the gelding. She wore a pair of silver and steel breastplates, and a long-bladed thin sword tucked into the scabbard of her hip.

Jax noticed that she seemed to have been standing there for a while, she was thin and noble, with a few strands of scarlet in her dark hair, and she would have been impressed by a person of extraordinary temperament.

She strode towards him across the bridge, her movements light and effortless, with absolute balance and extreme confidence. With this momentum alone, Jax dared to conclude that she was stronger than any of the men present.

"Who are you?" Jax was curious.

"I'm Fiona from House Laurent." She finished drawing her weapon, a dueling saber, the perfect blade glittering with cold light. "And, this is my bridge."

Jax grinned toothy behind the mask.

Finally, the man who can fight is here!

But then, his smile froze.

The noblewoman suddenly took a bamboo basket from her horse's back and lifted the warm, wet towel to reveal a basket full of hard-boiled eggs. The momentum instantly stretched, from a proud swordsman to a peasant woman everywhere.

"Duel is dueling, what does it mean to boil eggs with a basket? Buy me? Jax felt inexplicably humiliated, and in an inexplicable way.

"You're a true fighter, and as much as I'd love to fight you, there's more important things to do." Fiona's face was expressionless, and although she felt strange, she still carried out the instructions from others very seriously: "Some people say that you like to eat boiled eggs, and he is gathering people to deal with the Void monsters, so he asked me to invite you to join his team." ”

"It's good that I like boiled eggs, but it's too early for me to buy this little thing, is the pride of a warrior worth this basket of boiled eggs?" Jax has eaten hard-boiled eggs for 3,000 years, a food he will never get tired of.

"He can wrap all the hard-boiled eggs in your life." Fiona said. These are Jeno's exact words, she is only here to relay them, and it is not clear what these two have to do with ordinary boiled eggs.

"I've eaten more hard-boiled eggs than the pebbles on this bridge! I'm afraid that I'll overwhelm you, so I might as well fight with me and win whatever I promise you. Jax smiled, if the other party knew his real age, he would probably regret saying such a big thing.

Ten a day, three thousand years is 10 million. According to a fifty gram, that is also 500,000 tons.

"I'm just a duelist, not a warrior on the battlefield, and even if you win, I won't go with you to Acacia. Mr. Jeno has real warriors on his team, perhaps even the legendary Ascendant. ”

"Are there still Celestial warriors alive?"

Jax's heart pounded when he heard about the Celestial Warrior. He'd seen how strong they were, and that kind of warrior would definitely be able to fight alongside him.