"The wrath of the gods shook the continent and shattered the ground," said old Haledun, the bonfire illuminating his angular face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info"This is one of the many fissures discovered by young people who came on an expedition. He found an entrance, an entrance to an ancient tomb. It was buried, God knows how long. The young man was homeless and unemployed, so he decided to go on an adventure and was tempted by the lurking opportunities. ”

Adults and children alike gathered in a circle, trying to get as close to the old storyteller as possible. They all looked exhausted—after a long day's journey, or in Shurima's unforgiving sunshine. But the story of Heldun is a rare sweetness. They wrapped their robes tightly and stood shoulder to shoulder against the cold of the night.

"The air in the tomb was cold, and the steaming heat outside slipped in from time to time to alleviate the cold a little. The young man lit a torch. The light of the torches illuminates the shadows all around. He walked cautiously, watching out for traps. He is poor, but not a fool. ”

"The walls along the tomb are very smooth and engraved with ancient texts and frescoes. He didn't know how to read—he was a simple man—but he could read portraits. ”

He saw a young prince, sitting cross-legged on a sun disc, lifted above his head by a group of guards, with a dazzling smile on his face. In front of him were boxes of gold coins and treasures, from a group of strangely dressed kneeling emissaries. ”

He saw other frescoes, the main character of which was the smiling prince, this time as he approached his people. Their heads are pressed against the ground. The artistically treated sun shines on the boy's crown. ”

"There was a small, golden statue before these frescoes, and this statue alone was more than he could have earned in ten lifetimes combined. The young man took it and stuffed it into his pocket. ”

"He wasn't going to stay. He knew that someone else would soon discover the place. When they came, he wished he wasn't here. Greed can turn the greatest of men into fools, and he knows that many will take their lives for the sake of this golden statue. Although he was not a saint, he also felt that he did not need to go any further. Other hidden treasures belong to someone else. ”

He looked up at the last mural. The fresco shows the prince dead, lying on a coffin. Crying retinue on knees around...... But in the distance, people are celebrating. Isn't the prince loved? Is he a tyrant? It is no longer known. ”

Then he heard a tingling sound in the darkness that made his scalp tingle.

He looked around, his eyes wide open, and raised the torch in front of him, but there was nothing.

"Who's there?" He said. But only received a silent response.

"The young man shook his head. ' It's just the wind, you fool,' he thought. 'It's the wind, nothing else'. ”

Then he heard it again, this time more clearly. The sound of a child crying came from the darkest part of the tomb. ”

"If he heard it somewhere else, he would definitely look for the source of the sound. But here, in the darkness of an ancient tomb?"

"He wanted to run away...... But he didn't. The sound of crying touched his heart, and his heart was filled with sorrow and sorrow. ”

"Could it be that there is another entrance to the ancient tomb? Maybe a kid came down and got lost?"

He held his torch high and stooped forward. The crying continues, conveying sadness. ”

"In front of me is a small room with a large open floor, and the floor is black to reflect the human face. Gold artwork and jewelry adorn the walls. He cautiously approached the room. ”

He looked back at the room as his footprints swept through the room. It's water. The room was not made of mappable materials, but was flooded. ”

He knelt down and scooped a little with his hand and tasted it, and he immediately recognized it, it was salt water! In the heart of Shurima, far from the nearest ocean of a thousand alliances. ”

"He heard the boy crying again, this time much closer."

He held the torch and looked around the end of the room. A child sat with his back to him. ”

He approached cautiously, and the water on the floor was not deep. He felt the hair on his neck stand on end, and fear gripped his heart, but he didn't run away. ”

"Are you lost? He asked as he approached. 'How did you get in?'"

The figure in the shadows didn't look back...... But spoke."

"'I...... I don't remember,' he said. The sound echoed through the walls through the young man. The boy replied in an ancient dialect. His diction is odd, but understandable. I don't remember who I am. ’”

"'Take it easy, kid,' said the young man. ' Everything will be fine. ’”

He got closer, and then saw the human form. His eyes immediately widened. ”

"The human form is just a golden statue, nothing else. This is not the source of crying, nor is it the source of a child's voice. ”

Then a small, dry hand grabbed him.

The youngest child in the audience suddenly took a big breath because he had been holding his breath for too long, and his eyes were wide open. The other children laughed at him. Old Haledun smiled, a golden tooth shining in the firelight. Then he continued.

The young man looked down, and the body of the little prince, wrapped in bandages, stood behind him. The dead prince's eyes were dark and gloomy, and his face was covered with bandages. The corpse boy grabbed the young man's hand. ”

"'Can you be my friend?' The boy asked, his voice muffled by the bandages. ”

The young man stepped back a few times, breaking free from the boy's restraints. The young man looked at his arm in fear; His hands were shaking, rapidly turning black and dying. The rot quickly climbed up with the arm. ”

He began to turn around and run wildly. In fear and shock, his lantern was lost, causing him to turn his head and step into tears. Then the darkness climbed up and was happier. But he could still see the flickering of daylight in the distance. He ran wildly towards the entrance, jolting in despair, death crawling with his arms to his heart. ”

As he ran, he thought the corpse boy would catch him again...... But no. It felt like a century later, but it was only a matter of seconds before he breathed the scorching desert air again. ”

"'I'm sorry,' a miserable muttering voice came from behind him. I didn't mean to'. ”

"Then Amim's grave was excavated," said Old Heledun, "and the corpse boy went into the world. ”

"But everybody knows it's fake!" One child screamed, while the older one fell silent.

"Amumu is real!" Said the youngest child. "He's crying and wandering around the continent, looking for a friend!"

"He's real, but he's not a boy," the other said. "He's a yodeler!"

Haldun laughed and pulled himself to his feet with a curled cane.

"I'm old, and we still have a long way to go tomorrow," he said. "It's time to go to bed."

His audience began to spread out privately, smiling and talking in a low voice, but a child did not move. She stared at Haledun without blinking.

"Grandpa," she said. "How did you lose your hand?"

Old Haldun looked at the empty sleeves tied around his shoulders, and then quickly grinned at the girl.

"Good night kid," he blinked.

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This chapter doesn't belong to the text.,It has nothing to do with this article.,It's also reprinted.,I just want to show it to the friends who play LOL! (Originally, I wanted to post it in the work related.,Think about it, no one will read it.,That's it)

Really, the results of this book are so poor, and it's not for nothing that the author is still insisting on writing, to tell the truth, the author has never loved a game so much, not because of the game itself, but the story behind the game, which moved the author bacteria.

The volume that will be opened immediately with Amumu as the protagonist can be said to be a whim, just because the author read Amumu's MVP and self-description when he was searching for information.

Sometimes the author also wonders, why so few people pay attention to the story behind the hero? (In fact,The author fungus feels that the official website doesn't attach much importance to this piece.,At least the author bacteria are all stories of Baidu search.,There is no special section in the official website.,In addition to a flame wave tide activity can find the original text of the flame wave tide,The legend of the soul eclipse night and the latest rock sparrow author fungus are not found on the official website)

But I have to say that Riot is really very attentive, whether it is CG or story, it is getting better and better.

Finally, I recommend a song to you (very burning): The song is called: "League of Legends" singer: chaotic feeling music group

By the way, if this chapter is an addition to Ling Tianyan's eldest brother, wouldn't it be too shameless?