When the first rays of the morning were cast from behind the statue of Gnaeus to Demacia, the morning of Gnaeus had already begun with the shouts of the cadets. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The morning run is a compulsory course for every student, and this compulsory course has not changed since its inception 100 years ago, and it is the task of the early morning to run a lap along a certain route from the city of Demacia.

A red-haired teenager ran at the front of the line. The tall and thin man stood out as conspicuous as his red hair, and he and the other guy took turns in the first place, and then in the third place, only two shadows could be seen alternately in the distance.

"Today I'm number one!" The guy in second place is as strong as a leopard cub. His name was Achilles, and he was a third-year student at the academy. As a leader in the warrior line, he is most proud of his speed and stamina. At this moment, Achilles suddenly exerted his strength and rushed forward like an arrow from a string. His calves staggered up the cyan stone slabs, and in an instant he crossed a low bridge beside the city wall and plunged into the shade of the trees deep inside the wall.

The red-haired boy didn't speak, he smiled coldly, and then made a left turn by the low bridge, and his figure disappeared into the shadows under a bell tower.

The route of the morning jog, like the walls of Demacia, has evolved over the past hundred years, and now the route is incredibly ingenious. Except for a few key points where the mentor is watching, the rest of the locations are unwatched, because in those places, there is no shortcut to talk about, and leaving the established line means a longer way.

But the red-haired boy didn't care about his detours, he walked through the bustling market in three steps and two steps, and then shuttled through two dark alleys, and finally dodged into a white building.

The white building was unusual, like most of the buildings in the west of Demacia, a small two-story building, with the main entrance closed all year round, and passers-by didn't pay any attention to it, but even the familiar faces who passed by it every day were not sure if it was inhabited.

"Coming?"

As soon as the red-haired boy entered the house, a grim voice came from the dark part of the room. The red-haired boy turned around, and he saw an old man with a rickety back and an old face.

The red-haired boy didn't speak, just nodded.

"Where's the stuff?" The old man's voice rose again, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the boy waking him up from his sleep so early.

The red-haired boy pulled out a scroll from under his wet linen shirt and gently placed it on the table in front of the old man.

"What are you looking at then? Let's go! The old man suddenly shouted angrily, and then watched as the red-haired boy turned around and disappeared into the early morning of Demacia again.

The old man unfolded the scroll, and he looked at it carefully, a satisfied smile on his face. Then he took a golden knick-knack out of the box in the room, and carefully stuffed the scroll into the trink's slot.

This golden gadget turned out to be a machine in the shape of a bird. Like all Piltover products, this robot bird is a mixture of magic, machinery, and the deepest love of technology among the people of Piltover. The robotic bird's eyes can turn and its tongue can spit out, and unless you hold it in your hand and play with it, you won't be able to tell that the bird's feathers are actually made of layers of metal as thin as a cicada's wings.

The old man opened a skylight on the second floor. Then he counted down in his mind, and about thirty seconds were seven o'clock, the time when all the bells of Demacia had sounded in the morning. His grasp of time was as precise as the boy could deliver the scroll on time every time.

Boom.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

All the bell towers of Demacia rang in unison, and the sound was loud and loud, like the music of the fairy world.

And every time at this time, the thunderous bells not only make people feel shocked and holy, but all the birds in the city are frightened and fly high into the air. And at the sound of the bell, the robot bird in the old man's hand flew high into the air like the rest of the birds. But just as all birds eventually land, the robot bird will not stop, but will fly half of the runetera to its intended destination.

The red-haired boy crossed the finish line sweating profusely before trotting two steps to a halt at the large training ground in front of the statue of Gnaeus.

"Haha, sure enough, I won today." Achilles patted the red-haired boy on the back, a smile on his face that had won the battle.

"You're in luck." The red-haired boy said lightly. Then he rubbed the messy hair from his head and walked back to his dorm room without paying attention.

"Third place!" The mentor's voice came from behind the red-haired boy. Before the finish line, the instructor registered the third student to cross the finish line.

……

A leisurely afternoon became extremely noisy. In the common hall of the academy, the older cadets looked at the excited faces in front of the Wall of Glory and shook their heads with a smile.

The Wall of Glory is a single wall that is as white as a mirror. However, because of the effect of magic, standing in front of this wall, you can get answers to many questions just by asking aloud. For example, rankings, such as glory, such as news.

And now almost all the freshmen are gathered in front of the Wall of Glory, because of this year's set sail mission, the first phase of the mission was announced.

"Find ten philosopher's stones."

In just one sentence, that's all there is to the first phase of the mission.

All the freshmen were puzzled, but they secretly remembered this sentence in their hearts.

And under the Wall of Glory, there are rows of discs made of gray ceramic. It is said that all the clues and details about this first phase of the mission are related to this disk.

This year, there are a total of 83 clubs formed by the freshmen, and the number of these discs does not seem to be very large, so many people began to quarrel and rush to the discs, began to scramble, and the first battle for the clue completely broke out among the freshmen.

"Damn it, get out of the way!"

He Luo, who was watching the excitement, was pushed from behind, and he accidentally stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Hey, didn't you even apologize?" Gawain was a little angry, and he grabbed the man's clothes.

"Oh?" The pusher turned his head, he was well-proportioned and strong, and there was a contemptuous light in his eyes when he looked at him.

"Apologies!" Gawain stared into the man's eyes, his hand still dead.

"Oh, isn't this ......" The man's gaze swept to He Luo's body, "Resolutely 30 o'clock waste wood?" ”

Although He Luo once reluctantly defeated Tris, the wolf of the Senate, but after all, only a few people saw the brilliance of that time, and later rumors about He Luo became more and more unbelievable with time, but everyone's impression that he was a waste wood is still deep-rooted, because almost all the freshmen are about to end their training on natural skills, but He Luo still can't get rid of the wooden man.

"Apologize." Just as He Luo was about to wave his hand and forget it, Gao Wen still didn't give up.

"I can apologize to everybody, but -- not to a single piece of waste! Our Brave Alliance is not an ordinary society, and we will never bow to the weak! ”

The League of the Brave is a society with a long history. In each class of freshmen, there will always be members of this society. And this guy who was pulled by Gawain, he is a member of the Freshman Branch of the Brave Alliance.

"The weak?" He Luo muttered.

In fact, what he said is true, although Alex is a genius shooter, but shooters need to be developed, and in the training stage of natural skills, Alex does not have much advantage. And He Luo is a famous waste wood assassin, Mendes is a very ordinary warrior, Gawain is a very hard working but very average fighter, and Flamengo is a more powerful but lazy assassin than He Luo......

"Aren't you weak? Isn't your community weak? If it weren't for a number one shooter, a club like yours would be rubbish! Do you still have the face to register? Wait for the task to start ......"

"Get out of the way."

An indifferent voice came from one end of the crowd, and the brave alliance guy turned around......

"Yes...... You? ”

Gawain let go of his hand, and the guy fled. And the guy from the Brave Alliance looked so frightened that he didn't even dare to look into this guy's eyes.

His name is Yan. He was the most powerful of the Assassin freshmen. He was also a member of the Wolves of the Senate, but later quit for unknown reasons. What is feared is his reputation, "Death". Fame is often an indication of character, and the only reason why a first-year freshman can be called a Grim Reaper is that he has actually killed two other students in challenges and battles.

Gnaeus never forbade private fights, and even encouraged challenges, but dead people rarely happened, because the healing master's powerful healing spells could save even the most serious injuries. And Yan couldn't even do anything about his mentor when he killed people, so you can see how powerful he is. Even more frightening than being powerful is his mind, which is indifferent and indifferent. It's even scarier than that madman-like Tris.

But now this tall and thin Yan was staring at that guy, who had just been provocative, proud, and contemptuous, but now he wished he could disappear on the spot.

"What's wrong?" The branch president of the Brave Alliance appeared, and as a powerful tank, he could barely maintain some momentum in front of Yan.

"I ......" The defiant guy was baffled because he didn't know how to offend Yan, who was now staring at him coldly.

"You're in my way." Yan said coldly.

"I'm sorry." The branch president apologized directly, after all, the name of the Grim Reaper was too loud, and no one wanted to be his enemy.

"Why are you here?" He Luo looked at the dazzling redhead in front of him and asked.

"I forgot." Yan replied lightly.

"I told you to come to the line, go and help us get a disc."

What the?!

Several people in the vicinity were taken aback. None of them thought that the first person of the nascent assassin, known as the Grim Reaper, would be summoned by He Luo like this. And it seems...... Is he still from this scrappy society?

"Did you just say that our club is rubbish?" He Luo grinned and hugged the guy who was provoking just now, "You go and talk to him, he is also from our club." ”

"Huh?" Yan turned his head, and he looked at the trembling figure who was being hugged by He Luo.