It was a moonless night, and the air was as hard as iron. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the end of the plain lies a vast shadow, the spires of countless bell towers and towers piercing into the sky like spears, defending the city like the jewel of the crown.

Demacia, the city that has been held up as a model of virtue and the quintessence of human civilization, has been closed for months, but on this night, its bronze gates suddenly opened.

The door that opened like the mouth of a giant beast finally ushered in the long-awaited return. The ground shook, like a thunderbolt of dust, revealing a blackened iron carriage. The horses were pure black, with heavy armor, and scarlet eyes appeared under the silver mask, and the carriage was supposed to be silver, but it was smoked by the dust and smoke and the flames of war to a richer black than the night.

Eight horses galloped along the thoroughfare of Demacia, like arrows, and flew straight to the mountain of Aventine in Demacia, the highest of which sat a royal palace made of pure white marble.

The carriage stopped, and a man in a gray robe stepped out of the carriage, he glanced coldly at the palace in front of him, his brow furrowed.

He was about thirty years old, his hard face wrinkled by the sand, his brown hair curled wildly and covered with sand, he was not tall, but he was extraordinarily strong, and under his robe was only a long coat made of felt leather, but the vaguely full muscles were like a natural armor.

The most characteristic thing is his eyes.

Sharp as a knife, straight as a sword, people can't help but want to escape. And this kind of look between a soldier and a beast has always belonged to one person.

Galen, the pride of Demacia's army and the leader of the Dreadnought Vanguard Legion, was always on the battlefield shouting to cut down all the enemy men.

Several lights suddenly floated from the corner, and a guard walked up to Galen with a dozen or so other soldiers.

"For Demacia!" The young guard thumped his chest in front of Galen, and the soldiers behind him looked nervously at the legendary figure of the "Power of Demacia" in front of them, and their eyes were as feverish and awe-inspiring as if they had seen the king.

Galen nodded expressionlessly.

"Your Excellency is already waiting for you, he said that the road is long, and if you need to rest, General......" The guard carefully relayed the Lord's words, but was interrupted by Galen.

"It's still so verbose. Take me to him. Galen's voice seemed to have a natural coldness, but the guard vaguely felt a hint of - tiredness?

A year later, Galen stepped up the mountain-like staircase again, and he entered the palace, where he saw candlelight in the middle of the night, which never went out, as bright as the sun and as majestic as the ocean.

By this time King Gavin III had rested. Clearly, Galen was meeting another man who lived in the palace.

Behind an intricately carved stone table, Galen saw the man who was still waiting for him in the middle of the night.

Under a gorgeous silk nightgown is a lazy face as beautiful as a woman.

Zhao Xin.

The most loyal butler of the Gavin royal family, he saw the returning Galen, and a fine smile overflowed from his mouth.

The governor of Debang politely thanked the young guard, and when he had stepped back, only Galen and him were left in the great bedroom.

"Old friend, sit down," Zhao Xin walked to the other side of the room wrapped in his nightgown and took out a bottle of treasured wine, "This is still the wine that His Majesty the Second gave me, but for the sake of you traveling so far, let's drink it tonight." ”

In stark contrast, Galen still stood in a soldier's posture, and his eyes became more and more dissatisfied when he looked at Zhao Xin.

"You know it's thousands of miles back to Demacia from the Iron Spike Mountains, right? The 50,000 brothers of the Dreadnought have all been thrown by me in a place full of beasts and malice, and don't tell me the reason I came back from the starry night just to have a drink with you. ”

Zhao Xin smiled, but still found two crystal cups and poured the wine, "When you hear everything I am about to tell you, even you, the god of war of our dreadnought army, will need a glass." ”

"What the hell is going on?" Galen's face softened slightly, and he pulled over a chair and sat down. He had known Zhao Xin for a long time, but he had never been able to tell whether he was a friend who could trust his life or just a deeply hidden spy. But one thing can be confirmed, Zhao Xin is an extremely rational person, and he will definitely not joke about the recall of the commander of the Dreadnought Legion.

"You and I are both heroes at the strongest king level, so ...... You'll feel that too, right? Zhao Xin took a sip of wine to himself, and then stared straight at Galen.

"Feelings?" Galen's face was momentarily confused, but he suddenly realized something. "Do you mean the sound I heard when I fused the runes into my body?"

In this world of runes and magic, warriors and mages fuse their own runes into their bodies before each battle, and then take them out after the battle and enshrine them in the crystal spring. There are thousands of runes in the land of rune, and the gains and bonuses that each rune can bring allow everyone to become a god in their own heart, heaven and earth, invincible, and omnipotent.

And for every hero in the Land of Runeterra, the Land of Runeterrities will automatically identify a rank. Starting with Black Iron and ending with the strongest king. Heroes like Galen and Zhao Xin are the top of the strongest kings, and they are used as strategic forces by various forces, and they only appear in the arena of the righteous land in the highest level of dynastic wars.

The last time Galen used the rune was half a year ago, but when he integrated the rune into his body, he did hear a melodious, angelic chanting call. However, he only used it once, so he blamed the phenomenon on his auditory hallucinations caused by too much hard work.

"Yes, in ancient language, you narrate poetic sentences, when you hear it, you think you see the light, and then you feel uneasy all the time, and you always want to go to the source of the sound......" Zhao Xin recounted quietly.

"No wonder......," Galen's face was relieved, "I've been feeling inexplicably restless for the past six months, and I thought it was the frustration caused by the Legion's slow pace of pioneering in the Iron Thorn Mountains. So what's going on here? ”

"It's still a mystery." Zhao Xin replied very dryly.

"Enigma? What does that have to do with us? Galen asked rhetorically.

"But this enigmatic feeling now seems to be a disaster. The first to feel this feeling was Gulagas of the Great Shore, and now he has gone mad. Zhao Xin sighed.

"The fat man holding the barrel? Isn't he a natural drunk? Always leaving a trail of drunken destruction behind him, is he crazy, who can tell? Galen remembered the opponent he had met in the arena, and he snorted dismissively.

This time he was really insane, he locked himself in a stone hut on the hill and roared for two whole days. When he was found again, he cut off one of his hands and one of his legs with a hunting knife, and looked at the man who had come to his rescue, muttering incessantly - Go to the Eternal Land. ”

"What?!" Although they are all enemies in the arena, Galen, who is also the strongest king, still maintains a natural respect for Gulagas. Hearing such tragic news, Galen's face changed slightly, and his brow furrowed even deeper, "Eternal Land? Isn't that going through the Ethereal Lands, in the north, farther north than the Far North, names that only appear in legends? ”

"Regardless of whether the Eternal Land exists or not. But as far as I know, in the last year, all the strongest kings have felt this way. Our prophet Phobices also confirms that never-ending darkness has loomed over all the strongest kings, and that unless we find the Land of Eternity, we will all die in the madness of our own making. ”

"So?" Galen suddenly realized something, and his face as hard as a rock finally changed suddenly.

"We will all meet our final fate, die at our own hands, or find the land of eternity. And then in this case......" Zhao Xin finally reined in his frivolous tone and said solemnly.

"War is about to break out." Galen took Zhao Xin's words.

Ever since people realized that they could draw a steady stream of power from between the runes, the Valoran continent and even the islands around the continent had been plunged into a frenzied war. Each nation wants to broaden its borders and snatch into its own hands the crystal springs that other realms can breed runic powers. The highest level of dynastic warfare lasted for hundreds of years, and every king threw his head and Crystal Fountain on the table as a bargaining chip. The generals led the soldiers in a day and night battle, and the defeated had only one end, which was to completely erase the map and history. And the victor happily plotted the boundaries of the kingdom on the map.

After many years of victories and remorseful defeats, the kings of the continent finally formed a consensus that they had the simplest and most direct way to settle all disputes. That is to settle all disputes in the arena of the Land of Justice. Each side can send five heroes each, and they will charge at the opponent's Crystal Hub under the cover of minions. The side that finally breaks through the opposing Crystal Hub will be victorious, with the Coalition witnessing and ruling on it.

Over the centuries of evolution, an interesting balance has developed between the forces in the Runeterra Lands. The heroes of all the forces have gradually stabilized, and even a powerful kingdom like Demacianoxus may not be able to win against a small force like Voodoo Land in the arena.

But the balance of power is bound to be broken. Some heroes will die in madness, while others will travel to unknown eternal lands. These strongest kings, who represent the most powerful forces, disappear one after another, and the war between dynasties is imminent.

"Yes, I've heard the dogs of war grinding their teeth, is the day of ravaging again coming?" Zhao Xin was a little helpless and a little gloomy.

"How long did it take for us to become the strongest king?" Galen asked suddenly.

"Does it count from entering the arena to become a creep? Come to think of it, it's been twenty years, and that's even after I've survived the 'Meat Grinder' and built up a good amount of force. Zhao Xin thought for a while and replied.

"It took me thirty-eight years." Galen's voice became extremely deep, "From the time I joined Demacia's army, until I was selected as a creep in the arena. In the end, it took me thirty-eight years to obtain the certification of the strongest king. ”

Since the power of the runes has been used, the traces of time will fade away from the user. No one would have thought that Galen, who looked to be in his early thirties, was actually over half a hundred years old.

"What do you want to say?" Zhao Xin looked at Galen with a wine glass.

"We have to be ready, in order to cultivate the next strongest king, in order to wait for this continent to usher in tranquility again, we must be ready for at least fifty years of fighting." Galen finally picked up the glass of wine in front of him and drank it down.

"Do you still need to say that? It's already started. Zhao Xin pushed a parchment roll in front of Galen, "This is a new round of conscription announcements. All of our strongest kings in Demacia will also begin to look for their own heirs. Time is running out, and if you have a worthy successor, you can let me know now. One more thing I want to confirm with you, did you choose to go to the Eternal Land? ”

"I have no successor. The Eternal Land? With no other choice, I will go in search of the Eternal Land, and I don't want to be like that fat man, and it would be an insult to the dignity of a hero. ”

"I knew you would think so, our Fourth Prince, His Royal Highness, has already begun to contact the strongest kings of other forces. Half a year, at the latest, the first heroes to find the Eternal Land will set off. Zhao Xin pushed the bottle of wine to the center of the stone table.

"So now, let's enjoy this bottle."

Galen picked up his glass again, and watched as the scarlet liquid bubbled into the crystal glass in his hand, and he saw a bright red battlefield.