When Bigg entered the town tavern, it was noon. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sun enveloped the whole town of Phobe in a kind of comfortable and warm sunlight, and it was impossible to help but squint your eyes in comfort. The town taverns are bustling and lively, just like a normal day. Looking out from the side street in front of the tavern, you can see a bunch of bubbles suddenly spit out from the green grass outside the town, and then you can see the bones of several large animals floating on the grass.

Starting from the grass on the east side of the town of Forbe, this is considered to be the entry into the Carraton wetlands. Carraton may not be as well-known as the Howling Wetlands, but it is no less dangerous than the Howling Wetlands. What looks like an ordinary meadow is actually the upper layer of a swamp, and if you don't pay attention, if you don't pay attention to it, if you fall into the wetland, it will sink forever, and by the time you see the light of day, you will already be a white skeleton.

That's why the business of the town tavern has always been so good. Because timid travelers hesitate to move forward in front of the wetlands, they prefer to stay in the tavern and listen to the minstrands tell the legends of the Carraton wetlands and the legends of the legend. Thousands of visitors come to Forby every year, but only a handful of people actually cross the Carraton Wetlands to the heart of Valoran's continent and see the War College. When Bigg was very young, he heard his mother say a proverb, "There is not just a Caraton between Demacia and Tilmatt (War College), but the hearts of the ordinary and the great." ”

Bigg hurried into the tavern, walked to the back of the bar with familiarity, changed into a cowhide coat to match the tavern, and appeared behind the bar on his high stool. The familiar drinker threw the empty wine glass over, and Bigg subconsciously caught it and poured it with beer.

Bigg was short and had hair that had turned yellow from malnutrition. He's been earning extra money as a bartender in the tavern for a year, and he's been surprised by so much going on in the tavern that he's just thinking about finishing his afternoon's work as soon as possible, so that he can lie down on a comfortable rattan bed and play sand chess for a while at night.

However, as he vigorously wiped the bar with a rag, Bigg caught a glimpse of several young men sitting in the corner of the tavern. They were all cloaked in blue and white cloaks, and they looked around with a little curiosity, as if they were chicks going out for the first time.

"Have you heard? The War College Act is broken! ”

"What?!"

"The War College Act? Is that the bill that all disputes can only be adjudicated in the arena?! ”

"Is it Noxus? Noxus attacking Demacia again? ”

"Where! This attack on the alien races of the north! The legendary trolls led the beasts into Demacia, and the cities that never fell nearly fell! ”

In this world, it is always the bards who deliver the fastest messages. Whatever happens in the Land of Runeterra, they always know as soon as possible. Its efficiency is even higher than that of the spy network carefully arranged by various forces. The tavern's minstrel changed his story to the occasion, and he vividly described the starless night when the trolls and the warriors of Demacia fought on the plains and walls, causing the people in the tavern to shout noisily.

War College? Demacia?

Something suddenly throbbed in Big's heart. When I was a child and I went to bed, my mother and Bigg told stories about these two places. Legend has it that the War College stands on a giant crystal, where there are countless magic schools, where the floor is paved with runes, and where all the skills and cheats are stored in the vault of the War College...... Demacia is also a place that Bigg often fantasizes about, where the legendary Galen, the mysterious Zhao Xin, and the beautiful Lux ......

But now the Supreme Act of the War College has been broken? Listening to my mother, can the entire Runeterras settle down without a lot of money thanks to that bill? And Demacia was breached? Isn't it the last line of defense for humanity?

Bigg's ears pricked up, and he began to listen intently to the tavern's chatter and howling.

"These Demacians, haha, deserve it."

Suddenly, a laugh came from the other end of the bar.

Bigg looked up and saw the middle-aged man, who was huge and a little bald. His name is Kings, and he is a lumberjack in town.

"Hey, Kings! You chopped wood and broke your head, right? Why are you so happy that Demacia has been breached? The bald man's words immediately elicited an immediate response from everyone in the tavern.

Indeed, although the town of Forbe, located on the edge of the Calaton Wetlands, does not belong to Demacia, it seems that for the entire human race in the Land of Runeterra, there are only two human camps, Demacia and Noxus. The town of Forbe, located in the southwest of the continent, certainly does not belong to Noxus, so the residents of the town are subconsciously closer to Demacia. Everyone was more surprised and sorry for Demacia to be breached.

Kings was the only one with that gloating smile on his face.

"Am I wrong?" Kings slammed the beer glass, and the foam of the beer splashed a flower in the air.

"Demacia and Noxus have fought so many battles, how many times have they passed through our town of Forbe? My grandfather told me that when they came to our town, they asked us to fight with them, and we acted as guides to take them out of the wetlands, and then what? They threw it away like a rag! I've seen a lot of Demacians passing by, and their polite appearance is really hypocritical! Obviously, he laughed at us as countrymen from the bottom of his heart, but he still had that polite smile! Wouldn't it be nice now? The trolls have breached the royal city, and soon they will become slaves of the trolls! ”

The residents of Forby did not directly refute it. The first is that Kings is indeed a man as strong as a bear, and his strength after drinking is even more amazing. No one wants to be stared at by him. Second, the Demacians were exactly as he said. Their natural sense of nobility makes the residents feel faintly uncomfortable.

"Bigg, get me another dark beer!" The silence seemed to make Kings even happier, and he thought his words had convinced everyone, so he excitedly ordered another glass of wine.

Although Bigg was disgusted with Kings, he had no choice but to take Kings's huge wine glass and fill it under the barrel.

"You shouldn't say that, at least in times of war, the Demacians don't kill innocents indiscriminately." Bigg walked up to Kings and whispered as he handed him the stout.

"What did you say?" Kings suddenly blew his beard with a glare, and he stretched out his ape-like hand and pressed Kings' head.

"I ......"

Bigg, who was pressed to the bar with his head down, couldn't speak, and Kings's big hand grabbed Bigg's head and smashed it on the bar as if he were beating a wooden wedge on a normal day.

The inhabitants fell silent. Although Bigg is a smart and well-behaved child, he is only a temporary bartender. But Kings was different, he was a powerful lumberjack himself, and he was said to have a few drinking buddies who worked as mounted police in the town's defense team. Compared with which is stronger and which is weaker, no one is willing to come forward to help Bigg say a good word.

Not to mention the passers-by who ate meat and drank wine in obscurity, and some continued to urge the bard to finish the story of the fall of Demacia. The silence near the bar contrasts sharply with the noise of the tavern hall, but the common denominator is that no one in Big, pressed to the bar, pays no attention to him.

"Tell me! You hate Demacia! Kings' face was a sickly burgundy red, and he grabbed Bigg's head and continued to smash it, and he slammed the bar counter. The tavern owner peeked out from the backstage, then shook his head and retracted.

Bigg was dizzy at the moment, a large bruise had appeared on his forehead, he felt the blood all over his body rush to his head, he wanted to get rid of Kings's big hand, but his hand that was holding the edge of the bar was already white, but he still didn't break free.

"Take his word for it, Big." Someone near the bar whispered persuasion. They all knew that for an alcoholic maniac like Kings, only by following his word would they not get into trouble.

Bigg wanted to leave it at that, but he remembered the story his mother told him, whether it was Demacia or the great heroes of the War College, they were all brave, and they all insisted on justice. So the words of surrender came to his lips and were swallowed back by him.

"Let him go, Kings, he's still a kid......" Finally, someone in the crowd began to persuade Kings to stop. Everyone had seen that Bigg's face was already purple, and white foam began to overflow from his mouth.

"Tell me, boy, aren't the Demacians annoying?!" Kings laughed, and he questioned loudly, even though Bigg was on the verge of fainting and couldn't make a sound out of his mouth.

Bang.

There was a loud bang in the tavern.

Then everyone saw that Kings, who was as strong as a bear, had been slammed against one of the walls of the tavern. Because of this sound, many people suddenly struck and dropped their wine glasses on the ground without paying attention.

Many people have seen the scene of Kings being smashed into the air just now. But they all thought they were hallucinating, because it was a little girl who did it. A petite little girl with silver hair and a blue and white cape.

"Zero, I told you, let me make a move next time, you're moving too much."

In a drowsy state, Bigg saw a smiling teenager stretch out his hand to him.

"I am He Luo, these are my partners." He Luo pointed to a few people around him and introduced him to Bigg.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Just in time, two mounted policemen walked into the tavern. There was a look of horror on everyone's faces, because these two men were good friends of Kings, and they were also two notorious mounted police officers in the security team.

"Kings! Didn't you ask me out for a drink? How so! One of them suddenly saw his good brother lying under a broken wall in the tavern, and he hurried over and tried to turn Kings over.

Hit by a sudden huge force, Kings was about to break several ribs at the moment. He snorted and couldn't speak, but tried to stretch out a finger and pointed in the direction of He Luo and the others.

"What's wrong? Who's going to tell me what's going on? One of the mounted officers drew the musket from his waist and swept it across the faces of a man, who enjoyed the look of horror on their faces.

He ...... They ......," one of the timid men pointed to the little girl beside He Luo.

"You guys?"

When the mounted police saw the silver-haired girl's full breasts, a flirtatious smile appeared on his face.

"What happened just now, does it have anything to do with you? You know, if you break the defense regulations of our Fubi Town, you have to close the little black house! ”

But to the surprise of the mounted police, none of these people seemed to look at themselves. The silver-haired girl, in particular, rolled her eyes and fiddled with a beer mug at the bar.

"Arrest them all!" One of the mounted police officers was furious, and although he saw that the men appeared to be carrying weapons, he did not pay attention to them. Because after all, these people are still children, and as the two strongest fighters in the security team, they have even dealt with beasts and aliens a few times, and he thinks that these children with weapons are simply a joke.

"Be careful!" Big, who finally came to his senses, looked at the two mounted policemen who came over in horror, so he pushed He Luo away, wanting to clear up their relationship and go to the mounted police to clarify the matter himself.

"Yan, come up this time, don't make too much noise, after all, we still have to have lunch here later."

He Luo didn't care about the two mounted policemen, he turned his head to look at Big, "We still lack a guide, and we lack a partner, would you like to go to the War College with us?" ”

"Boy! Look for death! The mounted officer raised his gun and prepared to shoot. They don't care about the lives of these children, they care more about the fear in the eyes of these ordinary people.

"Ahh

The two mounted policemen shouted almost simultaneously. The firebolts in their hands, along with their hands, fell to the ground inexplicably. Blood erupted violently from their shut-offs, and screams erupted from the tavern.