The War College is a building shaped of obsidian, precious metals, and magic, and it sits atop a massive crystal hub, and in addition to being home to the League of Legends, it is also the most authoritative military training institution in Valoran, and the place where the League of Legends adjudicates political disputes across Valoran.

An absolutely neutral territory.

Nine mysterious people sit around a ten-meter-long carved wooden table, covered with fiery silk.

It was an extremely spacious and luxurious room, and above it, the magic crystal lamp as white as milk released a soft light, sprinkling every inch of the room, but what was surprising was that when the light shone on the faces of the nine people, it became illusory, as if covered with layers of mist, and it was impossible to see a single cent.

"I've heard that the Death of the Skeleton Flame has been born." The voice was a little hoarse, but with a soft taste, and the owner of the voice sat at the upper left end, she was wearing a blue robe, covering her forehead, and occasionally a few strands of pale blonde hair overflowed, which made her look flowing and elegant.

After a short silence, the long table suddenly moved, and I saw the man in green sitting at the top wave his right hand, and the image of a black-haired boy appeared in mid-air.

The young man curled the corners of his lips coldly, and he didn't know what he was saying, he suddenly opened his right palm, and in the palm of his hand, there was a jumping fiery red skeleton, and as the picture was filled with bats, when it reappeared, everywhere had been reduced to a sea of fire......

It was a deathly silence again.

The man in green with seven bulb helmets spoke again, and his voice was extremely serious: "The fragility of the Runeteres Land must have been seen by everyone, this son is extremely talented, not only has he learned the forbidden curse Skeleton Flame, but even that guy Moteng has turned his back on the League of Legends and gone with him, what do you think?" ”

Hearing the words, a girl in pitch-black armor suddenly chuckled and said, "It's all to blame for the uselessness of Demacia's gang of waste, or Galen personally executed it, giggle......"

"Caterina, shut up! Don't think that I don't know, if it weren't for you watching the ancient talismans, how could you be reduced to today's field! A man in royal armor, his tone was obviously angry to the extreme, he raised his halberd with a bang, and a strong smell of gunpowder instantly filled the table.

"What, want to fight? My sister has long been unhappy with you! The woman in red raised two curved blades irritably, brushed them into the table, and the reflection of the blades was even more cold.

"Quiet! You all give me Master Yi a face. The man in green raised his arms, his status seemed to be extremely lofty, and when he heard this, Katerina and Jiawen each snorted coldly, put away their weapons, and the scene of saber rattling disappeared somewhat.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the man in green said again: "Mogro Pass has been blocked by Debang, and now there is no trace of this son in Demacia, he will either go north, or, he will take refuge in Noxus in the east, the purpose of today's meeting is to hope that after you find his whereabouts in the territory, you must arrest him and bring him back, if you resist, you can also take extreme measures." ”

The woman in the blue robe said indifferently: "If you go north, you have to pass through the howling swamp, and that person will not let him pass." ”

"The vague prophecy of the stars tells me that in the near future, there will be an unpredictable disaster in the Rune Continent, which may destroy the Rune Continent or bring Valoran to rebirth, I hope that from now on, the two countries will live in harmony and there will be no more contradictions." The voice was like a spring breeze, it was a beautiful woman with long hair slightly dark green than Suana, and her body was surrounded by a warm brilliant golden light, like an angel who had lost her footing in the world.

At the top of the right side, a man in a purple robe nodded slightly, his body was surrounded by an obscure mysterious spell, his feet were floating in the air, and his voice was extremely dry, but between his gestures, there was an indescribable terrifying fluctuation, and he continued: "The ancient prophecy has begun to work, the runes are difficult, and it is not far ......away."

A brief uproar.

"The Meeting of the Nine Kings, end."

After the hustle and bustle, the solemn mysterious man in the purple robe waved his robe lightly, and all the light in the room suddenly dimmed, and when the light shrouded again, the huge room was empty.

Three days later, the War College North.

"Ahh Damn, how did it suddenly get so cold. "The north wind hunts, Wu Wenxu was wrapped in the air by the nightmare with the black fog, he was only wearing a thin shirt, the cold wind was facing him, like a sharp blade cutting his face, painful and cold.

", who asked you to give that girl the clothes that Lord Moteng kindly found, and did it yourself." Mo Teng sneered a few times, but instead accelerated his flight speed, the black fog in the sky was as straight as a meteor, and he raised a long black tail, and Wu Wenxu's scolding was even louder.

The evil and vicious personality of the Eternal Nightmare is as good as ever, but in the face of this madman, Wu Wenxu clearly feels that there seems to be something more between his nightmares.

It felt like a fetter, and it felt like an emotion, but in short, he no longer exuded the cold and piercing malice of the past.

Unconsciously, the sky has become gloomy, it was a clear sky, but it was actually shrouded in a faint earthy yellow, blurred in the distance, and in the oncoming wind, there was a fishy smell, this sudden change made Wu Wenxu's brows gradually close.

It seemed to see Wu Wenxu's doubts, the black bald man turned his white pupils, and said with a strange smile: "There is a howling swamp ahead, where the magic elements are too disordered, Uncle Ben can't fly over, stinky boy, follow me to prepare to land~"

Before Wu Wenxu could react, Mo Teng was a ghost howl, the black meteor fell rapidly at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and the fierce wind almost blew off the young man's short hair, Wu Wenxu felt that his body was about to be decomposed by Gangfeng.

"Stinky bald, do you dare to slow down!" Wu Wenxu yelled angrily, if he continues like this, he really doubts that Einstein's theory of the speed of light will be applied to him again.

When Mo Teng heard that Wu Wenxu scolded himself for being bald, he was surprisingly not angry, but smiled strangely: "Ji Ji Ji, do you have a saying on the earth, that the heavens will descend to the people, and they must first work hard and work their muscles and bones, Lord Mo Teng is helping you." "With that, the Eternal Nightmare is a few points faster.

In just one minute, it seems like centuries have passed.

Want to experience what it's like to fly? Want to land vertically from a height of 2,000 meters? Then find the Eternal Nightmare, only ninety-nine-eight, fly home with you!

This is the self-deprecation left by Wu Wenxu, who was paralyzed like a dead corpse after landing.

This is a barren land full of dead silence, a faint yellow miasma fills the air, the vision is extremely obstructed, and everywhere you look, there is a looming swamp and mud, and it is difficult to have a few normal lands.

And the strange thing is that the order of the magical elements in the huge swamp is extremely disordered, and suddenly it is as if you have come to another world, there is no sound, no life, there is only endless fog and swamp.

"Stinky boy, do you still want to land in League of Legends?" Mo Teng stretched out his fingers wrapped in black gas, and sneered at the yin and yang weirdly, and after half a sound, Wu Wenxu moved lazily, his body bones were really collapsed just now, and he must practice his body well if he has time in the future.

Wu Wenxu got up unhurriedly, glanced at the nightmare, and said indifferently: "Master, I can do whatever I want, bald, what kind of place is the howling swamp?" ”

Mo Teng's pale pupils were bloodshot, and there were suddenly two more claw blades on his claws, the long claw blades were more than two feet long, and the nightmare body twisted, and appeared behind Wu Wenxu in an instant, he spit out a scarlet and bloody tongue, stuck to the young man's ear, and said in a terrifying tone in a long tone: "Tell you, this is the paradise of the dead." ”

"Assert ......"

Wu Wenxu rolled his eyes, this estimate has always had a problem with nerves, and he is about to become a nervous disorder, and he is actually in the company of the evil and twisted incarnation.

Still, it's good.

"In the countless rune wars on the Valoran continent, heroes have abused magic, causing magical storms to swallow countless lands, many places on the continent are scarred, and some places far from civilization have completely become dangerous places, this howling swamp is one of them, right?"

Although Wu Wenxu doesn't know much about Valoran, he still knows a little bit about common sense.

"Boom! The stinky boy knows a lot, so do you know who the ruler of this swamp is? After that, the nightmare smiled strangely and floated around Wu Wenxu, like a terrible ghost.

"Who is it?" Is there still a ruler in the abandoned land of disorder?

Nightmare smiled sinisterly, and then pointed to the depths of the mist, and said word by word, "Kartha." ”