Even though there was a rush at the beginning of the camp, with the support of my friendship, Uncle Marco, who was estimated to have been fully equipped with life skills, finally prepared dinner before it was completely dark.

After dinner, the children of different races formed a circle again and offered to give me the middle spot.

In order to prove my status as a bard, I often picked out small stories or anecdotes to tell during my travels, and as it turned out that Uncle Mark, who had a hidden identity, did not talk about it for now, the children in the convoy believed me completely, and would pester me to tell stories whenever I had free time.

The Otherworld doesn't have as many entertainment supplies as modern times, no eight o'clock stalls, no annoying homework, and of course, no computers, mobile phones and other technological supplies, so after dinner, they all fell into a state of having nothing to do.

There's nothing to do, but it's too early to go to bed, so what should I do?

The answer is obvious, a pair of small eyes suddenly focused on me, and kept sending the child a longing gaze when he asked for something.

I took a deep breath and resigned myself to picking up the guitar made by the Dark Priest, and as I began to play, the alien children who were still in a commotion fell silent in the blink of an eye.

It begins with an imposing piece of music and then comes to an abrupt end when the tension of the piece reaches its peak.

It was quiet, except for the crackling of a campfire.

Once upon a time, there was a large 6 called Runeterra. The Land of Runeterrae has always been in the midst of all kinds of disasters and strife, and the people of this big 6 have been accustomed to fighting in groups since ancient times, and have always used the most primitive method to resolve their disputes with each other - war.

Martial arts novels and romance novels are obviously not suitable for children of this age, given that children here are of different races and genders, and too targeted stories may be interesting for some, but they will also be boring for others.

So what should I say?

After a moment of hesitation, the name of a game that had taken up almost all of my free time in college before the time crossing came to my mind.

It has strife, war, love, laughter, tears, political wrestling, and more importantly, it has countless characters with distinct personalities.

At all times, magic is still the most common tool used in warfare, armies armed themselves with spells and runes, and heroes forge most of the magical items to lead armies in battle or support. As I narrated, a vivid scene gradually emerged: in the course of a march, the troops led by the prince of Demacia were hit hard by the hostile forces......

After a long list of presentations, the main characters in this story finally appeared.

Drink, ahhhh A long series of meaningless roars came out of his mouth, and a man in golden armor clenched the spear in his hand and galloped across the battlefield with all his might, even if the hostile soldiers with a huge base rushed up, they still could not stop the man's advance.

Sweep, strike, then turn around and slam the head of the enemy in front of you with the hilt.

However, the enemy was not the only one coming from the front, as a soldier had slipped into the man's unsuspecting rear as he swung his left fist to knock down the enemy in front of him.

After waiting for a few seconds, the soldier raised his sword and charged at the man.

Phew! The sound of metal grinding came from inside the spear in the man's hand, and the spear in the man's hand suddenly stretched out a section, piercing the sneaking soldier.

The man maintained the posture of carrying the gun without looking back, and pressed the button of the spear in his hand, and the extended spear immediately returned to its original length, and the corpse of the soldier who had planned to sneak attack fell to the ground, dead and dead.

The man's name was Gavin IV, alias the model of Demacia, and he was also the biological son of King Gawain III, King of Demacia.

A telescopic spear! The bear boy, who had been thrown out by Uncle Mark's hell wheel, raised his fist and punched the scaly lizardman boy beside him, his face full of excitement.

Hush. The elven girl with the garland on her head glared at the bear boy, expressing her strong displeasure at him interrupting the story.

I smiled wryly and spread my hands, and the story continued.

With the activation of Gavin IV, the already defeated Demacian army regained its morale, and with Gavin IV as the arrow, it set up a cone-shaped formation and began to break through.

Under the leadership of the prince of Demacia, the Demacian army managed to break through after paying a heavy price - could it really be so simple?

The answer is no, although Govin IV integrated the Demacian army, which was in disarray due to ambush, in the end, no matter which direction Gawain IV charged, he was unable to break through the enemy's formation, and each breakthrough ended in failure, and countless soldiers were killed in the process.

The battle began to turn one-sided, and the final enemy commander finally appeared in front of an exhausted Gawain IV.

It was a middle-aged man with a limp and a crow perched on his shoulder, standing in the center of the soldier's protective net, looking condescendingly at Gavin IV.

He is the commander of Noxus, Swain the Strategist.

Sweat had blurred his vision, but the glory in his heart did not allow him to rest on his laurels, leading the last surviving soldiers under his command, Govin IV let out a roar, grabbed the battle flag representing the symbol of the army in his left hand and threw it in the direction of Swain.

The banner did not hit Swain, but this was expected by Gavin IV.

Levin IV lifted his heavy legs and ran mechanically, then jumped as if he was about to squeeze all the potential out of his life.

The spear was raised above his head, locked in Swain's direction and smashed down with all his might, and it was the name of his country that Gavin IV shouted.

Demacia!!

Centered on the place where Gavin IV landed, the terrain was changed by this full blow.

Demacia! The flaming monkey boy jumped to his feet, scratching his ears and cheeks with excitement, apparently fully substituting himself into the protagonist of the story.

And then? Did Gavin IV defeat Swain? A child nervously asked about the plot, but was soon punched by the little partner next to him.

Gavin IV must have lost, and he only knows how to charge straight, and of course he is not the opponent of Swain.

I shrugged and put my guitar down: it's getting late, please wait until next time.

After speaking, without waiting for the other people to protest, he gestured to Cyno, and Cyno, who understood, immediately got up and blocked me.

Xu Mo is stingy. Watching Cyno's appearance, I understand that the interracial children who have no drama are all bored.

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Miscellaneous:

Played League of Legends meme.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you haven't played this game, it's good to just treat it as an ordinary story.

Maokuan is trying to write a game in other words.

By the way, friends, when do you think it's better to update two times a day?

Finally, ask for a recommendation and collection.

Don't forget to go to the top of the new book (laughs)

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