Unconsciously, He Luo and the others approached Affleck. Everyone in the pen and fun www.biquge.info stared at the old man curiously, expecting him to reveal the secret of the orb.

The rest of the people in the bridge didn't take a second look. They didn't care about these curious teenagers surrounding Affleck. Most of these men and women were drowsy in this sparse sunlight.

Quinn looked at Affleck with some confusion. I have known this old man for many years, and for most of the time, he is like the other vagabonds in the bridge cave, lazy and loose, and has no quarrel with the world. When Quinn was hiding in the bridge cave with him and drinking low-quality soju, the old man would talk a little more, but most of them were the legends that could be heard in the market. Repair gadgets and identify some strange things, but Affleck has a knack.

But Quinn had never seen Affleck so serious.

Affleck held the ball in both hands, his hands trembling slightly, and tears of excitement welled up in his originally gloomy eyes.

"This is my eighth year in Tiamat." Affleck said slowly, "I've been to Blade, Shadow, Trinity's Academy, I've found the threshold of Milanlo in Tiamatri, I've climbed to Sivir's boudoir, but I've never found this legendary thing. ”

"I'm old and I can't roam and travel around the continent as much as I did when I was younger. Finding this thing gradually faded into my mind, but I didn't expect that you let me see it. ”

"What the hell is this?" He Luo couldn't help but ask.

"What else can you do with the ball?" Zero seemed to see that his ball had been in the old man's dirty hand for too long, and asked a little unhappily.

"I've been waiting for this day. I didn't expect that this day would finally come. It's today, and today is a good day for storytelling. ”

"Ahh Alex couldn't help but snort. Because she saw that Affleck's pupils had changed, and the originally cloudy eyes had now become extremely sharp and deep, like a sudden iron-black cloud in the sky lit up with purple lightning.

"Do you know the origin of the name of the Holy Trinity?" Affleck asked to himself, "Sivir knows the origin of the name, but she never mentions it to the world. In fact, in history, at the time of the origins of Runeterra the Holy Trinity was the name of a temple. ”

Affleck's voice became hollow, like a ghost whispering in a hallway.

The story begins as the clouds crumble in Affleck's eyes, purple lightning strikes, and rain pours down.

The world was lonely, deserted and turned into a barren gray.

Early winter, drizzle, northwest of the Feroni plain.

The Feroni Plains, near the Shurima Desert, is a dry desolation all year round. But in the oasis near the sea, the wind blowing from the sea blew up lead-gray clouds, and the rain was a little frightening.

A few torches emerged from the trees of the oasis. Ordinary asphalt and oil could no longer guarantee that the torches would burn, and a few mercenaries could only barely maintain the little sparkle of fire in the storm by constantly burning their magical power.

Tariq and Sivir all covered their heads with their fur cloaks, the brims of which were so large that they covered their eyes and revealed only a little bit of cold jaws.

Sivir didn't hold the torch, her hands in her cloak, her hands gently caressing the silver ball. The ball turned slightly, and the crisp ticking sound became dense at this moment, although the wind howled and the thunder was furious, but the ticking sound magically drowned out all sounds.

It was as if the sound was striking directly on the hearts of the people.

"It's coming." Tariq whispered.

At this moment, at the edge of the oasis, you can already see a large area of the conqueror's sea, but the originally calm southern sea is now undulating like boiling water, and the sea surface is empty, and not even a seagull that dares to go straight to the storm has been seen.

"That's?"

Suddenly, someone among the companions shouted.

Like the shouts of the corresponding partners, the empty sea suddenly changed. Beneath the gloomy light of the sea, an even deeper shadow was cut out, and this shadow appeared silently, as if it should have been there. But everyone kept their eyes on the sea, believing it was empty until the last blink.

"Is this the Holy Trinity Temple?" Tariq muttered.

Two months ago, they were still navigating the plague jungles of the south. They fought one battle after another with the mercenaries who also came to hunt for treasure. Although Tariq Shivir's squad is strong, it has exhausted its energy in one life-and-death battle after another.

Until they figured out the secret of the orb.

The ball is not just a fancy gadget, the ball is a key.

When Tariq rubbed the fine lines on the surface of the sphere with ink, they could see that the rubbing lines were a map. The vague imprint seemed to point in one direction, one route. They followed this route through the Plague Jungle, through the Ancient Forest of Piman, through the desert of Shurima, and then through the desolate plains of Ferroni, before reaching this oasis by the sea.

The ticking of the balls is rhythmic, and the closer they get to the end of the route, the louder, clearer, and more frequent this ticking becomes.

Until they stood on the edge of the oasis, they stepped on the cliff, and watched the sea be rough, and not far from the shore, there appeared that large black shadow.

The Shadow is a rugged chunk of reef. However, the area of this reef is indeed a bit large, and the avenue can almost be called an island. And at the very top of this reef, at the moment when the thunder illuminated, everyone saw a huge and towering temple.

Holy Trinity Temple.

Originally, this secret realm that was said to be in the depths of the plague jungle appeared on an offshore reef in the Sea of the Southern Conquerors.

Tariq raised his fist. The companions rushed to the beach. They dragged out two small wooden boats in the grass of the oasis. They made it from improvised materials from the woods. A wooden boat that didn't look very sturdy might have been able to carry them to the reef, but how would they come back if it was washed away?

No one thought about it.

Sivir and Tariq, their eyes fixed on the reef.

"Vignetting! This canoe of yours can take us there! ”

Just as the crowd was about to jump into the icy waters, one of his companions shouted worriedly.

The guy they called Dark Corner was a young man behind Tariq. He was physically muscular and on par with Tariq. The eyes are pitch black, and the lines of the cheeks are soft and clear. The moment he jumped into the water, his cloak flipped over, revealing a braid tied at the back of his head.

"No problem. Something I do. Not to mention rushing to the reef, even if it is ten nautical miles away, it is no problem. The words of the dark horn were staccato by the wind, but the determined expression on his face conveyed confidence.

"Let's go." It was Sivir who gave the order, her muscular body already fit perfectly into the front of the boat, and the group pushed the boat into the water, and then jumped into the boat. They swung their weapons as oars, the water was crushed, and the two wooden boats were like silent arrows, making two straight trails towards the shadow of the Holy Trinity.