For the clerks of the Holy Trinity store, there is only one reason why they are nervous about the ball that was snatched away by Lori. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThat's because the balls aren't for sale. In the deepest part of the Holy Trinity, there is a white marble altar with many memorabilia about Sivir, the goddess of war. There's the first gold she earned as a mercenary, there's the souvenir she got from killing her first enemy, and even the pair of boots she wore through the jungle, a dagger she used to break back......

These souvenirs are priceless, because for the pilgrims, Sivir is a hero who exists only in legends. It's enough to be able to see those living antiques in real life, so that they can start imagining those legends.

But no one can tell the history of the sphere and Sivir. Not even the most senior clerk in Trinity's store. All they knew was that the ball had been there a long time ago. Trinity also invited a professor from the academy to appraise it, and although the professor was sure that the ball was a very beautiful gadget, the professor couldn't tell what was special about it.

Until that day, a clerk saw a little girl staring at the altar for a long time, and then she climbed up to the altar and took down the orb.

What happened after that is vivid in everyone's mind. It turns out that the thief is from Citara Academy. Moreover, the leader turned out to be a genius of the fourth stage of black iron, and after Green was deflated, no one dared to mention that he wanted the ball back, and no one knew how much the young man would have to compensate if it was possible. Because no one knows what this ball is, let alone how to value it.

But there is one man who knows.

In the towering tower of Mirallo's castle, a woman in a silk nightgown sits in front of a floor-to-ceiling window.

Sivir, a hero who has always been dressed in armor and dress, is now lying on the couch, quietly watching everything in the magic crystal mirror.

"Oh? No wonder I haven't found it all these years. I forgot it in the store. Sivir muttered to himself that she had nothing to do on this leisurely afternoon, and that the slightest quarrel between the young men had made him feel the sting and beauty of youth.

"Huh? Black Iron Fourth Section? This kid? When He Luo said those words, Sivir's brows furrowed slightly.

As the strongest king of the top, she could certainly see that this kid was not lying. But not lying is the biggest problem. She knew that this kid was the descendant of that guy Yi. But the speed was still beyond her expectations.

This is the first speed in history, faster than the monkey back then.

But will he be as crazy as the monkey he was back then?

Sivir didn't have time to think about it before he saw He Luo's move. He dodged Green's attack and grabbed Green's whip.

"This kid is still a little mercenary who has not been tempered." Sivir chuckled, she'd been following this Green since the last year. As one of several genius teenagers of the Holy Trinity last year, he had an outstanding performance in the Arcane Arts Conference.

But now that cowering look, there is no spirit that a mercenary should have.

"I'm afraid few people still remember that the original origin of the Holy Trinity was a mercenary academy, right?" Sivir said softly, watching as the little Lori took away the orb that was important to her, but which had been almost forgotten over the years.

The history of the past began to ripple like a tide, and Sivir's emerald blue eyes seemed to see the glory of the past through this magic crystal mirror——————

"Sivir, have you eaten?"

The Plague Jungle is located in the southernmost part of the continent of Valoran. Because it's south, it's hot. And because it's a jungle, it's damp. Under the huge umbrella of a banyan tree, several young mercenaries were sweating from the heat, and their bodies were sticky, and they could only wipe their faces with the fairly cold stream water.

Dressed in a short skirt and a gray linen shirt, Sivir turned from behind the banyan tree, with her short and refined hair and beautiful bright emerald blue eyes, which earned her a lot of privileges in this mercenary team.

"The berries here are so astringent. Didn't eat much. But fortunately, it's not toxic and can be endured. Sivir replied when he saw Tariq lying in a hammock.

"Otherwise, you can eat this piece of beef of mine, although it is still a little fishy, but it is more filling than that fruit!"

Tariq smiled, and he pulled a piece of meat out of his bosom and threw it to Sivir.

"What about you? Eat them all? Sivir didn't really want his companion to think of him as a girl, so he asked a little disgusted.

"Haha. You tell me? Tariq winked slyly at his companions, and they all burst into laughter.

"Tariq's beef was a big chunk, and we all rushed to eat it just now. I didn't expect him to leave you a block, hehe. ”

Sivir didn't think much of it, she bit on the beef and sat cross-legged on the ground like a warrior, "You said we wouldn't meet Benrimu again this time, right?" ”

Benrimu is a black word among mercenaries, referring to those mercenary lists that have worked hard but have no results, and generally no one wants to accept such orders. But this time the commission was taken by Tariq, a loyal companion who had been very reliable in the past, so Sivir trusted him unconditionally.

"Probably not, right? The down payment given by the publisher is so generous, and if it is something that doesn't work out, they can't afford to spend so much money! Tariq replied after a moment's thought.

"It doesn't matter if he's Benrimu or not, our down payment is more than everyone else's full amount. Even if we're all working in this damn jungle these days, we're earning it! ”

The rest of the companions said so, and everyone nodded.

Indeed, the publisher only said that he would arrive in the Plague Jungle within three months, and then find the entrance to a temple in this jungle. The down payment for the five mercenaries was a total of 30,000 gold coins, which was a huge amount of money for Sivir, who had always been strapped for cash. You must know that many small countries hire a legion to invade and rebel for only tens of thousands of gold coins!

"But we've been here for almost two months now. We've seen a lot of other mercenaries, but no one has heard of a temple called the Holy Trinity. Sivir's brow furrowed slightly, "And no one knows a little more information." There is no clue as to what this temple is about, and where it is, we are like a needle in the sea of conquerors! ”

"Hey, hey." Tariq scratched his head, and with a nimble roll he jumped out of the hammock.

"Didn't I delay a little bit when I went out hunting dinner last night? What do you think I found?"

All of a sudden, several shadows flickered under the huge banyan tree, and the companions flashed out of various hidden corners, and they gathered around Tariq in an arc, their heads all together, wanting to see Tariq's mysterious discovery.

"Look."

Tariq pulled out a silver-white ball from his bosom. The ball was so round that it was like the sun in the sky and the full moon on a summer night, and Tariq shook it in his hand and could hear the crisp ticking sound.

"What is this?"

"What does this have to do with the Holy Trinity Temple?"

For a while, everyone talked about it, and the heavy ball was passed around in everyone's hands. But even though they were well-informed mercenaries, none of them knew what it was.

"Don't sell it, what the hell is this?" Sivir played with the ball in his hand, his eyes fixed on Tariq's smiling eyes.

"This is a map, and this is our key to the Holy Trinity Temple." Tariq was serious and said word by word.

"Maps?"

"Keys?"

"Where did you come from, you weren't deceived, were you?"

The doubts of his companions were interrupted by a wave of his hand from Tariq.

"Yesterday I met another team that was also searching for the temple. Killed the three of them, and finally pulled out this thing in the arms of the team leader. He told me that this was the key to finding the temple. ”

"Didn't he lie to you? What else did he say? Sivir asked with concern.

"He shouldn't lie to me." Tariq shook his head, "That was the last thing he said, just before I stabbed the dagger into his stomach. ”

No one, including Sivir, felt that it was inappropriate. When they become mercenaries, the moral code of human society is no longer an issue. In fact, they had evolved on the verge of life and death for a long time, and these brilliant young mercenaries were more like beasts in the jungle than humans. However, unlike the beasts, they are more dangerous than the beasts.

Airplanes.

The jungle is never quiet. The sound of the stream flowing, the breeze blowing the leaves, the roar of wild beasts, the rustling of reptiles, all kinds of sounds always fill everyone's ears.

But the ears of mercenaries are not ordinary people. They are always able to detect the most dangerous killings in the noisiest environments.

Like a gentle buzzing sound.

The short humming sound could have belonged to a hummingbird in the jungle, but the humming sound accompanied by the sound of cutting leaves could only belong to a powerful short crossbow.

"Enemy attack!"

Tariq and Sivir reacted almost simultaneously. The arcing companions quickly dispersed, and as they leaped and rolled, sharp daggers and precise crossbows appeared in their hands, Tariq drew his trademark three-pronged hammer from under the hammock, and Sivir snapped two straight swords into a cross-blade.

A long, dark black arrow sank into the air roots of the banyan tree behind Tariq. The long arrow was halfway into the air roots, but the tail feathers were still trembling slightly.

Able to fire long arrows with a short crossbow, which are a poisoned dark black. In this way, the origin of the enemy is clear at a glance.

"A hundred dark nights?"

Tariq and Sivir looked at each other for sure.

"These scumbags are coming to the Plague Jungle too? It is also estimated that it is also the subject of the Holy Trinity Temple. Sive, keep the ball key! Tariq spat viciously.

Xavier hurriedly put the heavy ball into the python skin pouch that fit closely. She held her breath and scanned the jungle ahead like a hunter, muscles tense in her hands as if they were about to throw the criss-blade out at any moment.

The breeze rattled the leaves of the jungle, and a war song seemed to sound rhythmically in Sivir's ears, and the tense and exciting daily life of the mercenaries began in this rumbling.