"Lin Zhao, do you still want to leave?"

In a house in the village of Ionia Spro, the old elder struggled to keep his cloudy eyes open, and his speech was slurred because of his leaky teeth, but he tried to speak. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old stood in front of the elder, bowing his head and saying nothing.

The elder stared at the young man for a long time, and seemed to finally realize that his gaze could not move the young man in front of him, so he sighed gloomily, closed his eyes, and muttered as if talking to himself:

"There aren't many people in Ionia with black hair and black eyes. I was lucky enough to pick you up from outside the village and was inspired to create a baby statue in the grass. Lin Zhao, you have been very smart and independent since you were a child, and your name was all given by yourself. No matter how withdrawn you have always been, how unwilling you are to approach the villagers, I always believe that you are the son of art sent by God to Spro Village to lead us to the sculpture paradise! I've been nurturing you for so many years, why are you leaving? “

"I hate art." The young man Lin Zhao raised his head, and his dark pupils revealed inexplicable emotions, "Especially after I carved out the carved plate of 'World of War'......" The words behind him were buried in his heart and did not say it.

He hated art, and he hated Ionia even more.

"You should love art -- it's a perfect carving, a perfect piece of art." As if he had said something that excited him, the elder suddenly sat up straight from his chair and leaned forward slightly, "If you don't like art, how can you create such a perfect work of art?" ”

"That's not a work of art!" Lin Zhao argued, but didn't say much in the end. He knew it was useless for him to say more. Who would believe that he intended to use the engraving to draw a picture of the future aggression that Ionia would face and warn the people? Who would take a young engraver's prophecy seriously?

Yes, with that work, he became a famous carver within a radius of ten miles. But what's the use?

The island of the city-state, located off the coast of Valoran, is at odds with the whole of Valoran. It rejected the invitation of the War College, and wandered outside the tense atmosphere of the entire Valoran continent, but it was not in the slightest wary of the greedy eyes that were eyeing the continent.

On the day of the Noxian invasion, the iron hooves of war trampled countless numb people on this big island into ashes, what is the use of his own reputation?

He didn't want to die here, he didn't want to fall victim to the iron heel of Noxus' aggression. That's why he hated the religion, the art, and everything in the land.

He wanted to flee from the city-state.

Crossing the sea and going wherever he could.

The elder's eyes seemed to lose all their light for a moment, and he stared at Lin Zhao for a long time before he said as if begging, "Lin Zhao, tell me, what do you want to do?" ”

Lin Zhao looked at the elder's gaze, and his heart suddenly softened. After all, he couldn't bear to harden his heart and speak, and made up a lie: "I'm very confused now, Elder. I think if I go out for a walk, it will be good for my state. ”

The elder had been looking at Lin Zhao silently, which made Lin Zhao feel a little apprehensive in his heart. After a few moments, the elder suddenly stood up and walked through the side door into the inner room.

Lin Zhao waited outside the door for a long time, and finally waited for the elder to come back. He saw the elder walk up to him with a burden in his hand.

"Forget it, I'm not going to stop you." The elder handed the burden to Lin Zhao and said, "This is the sculpture I made when I picked you up, and it was also very famous back then. I've kept it. Now I'm going to give it to you, you have to keep it, and when you figure it out, come back with it. ”

Lin Zhao took the burden from the elder's hand and was about to open it, but was stopped by the elder.

"You go, go back and open it again." The elder said, turning back to his seat. These words seemed to exhaust his strength, and after he sank into his seat, he closed his eyes and rested, breathing slowly and heavily.

Lin Zhao took the burden in his arms and left the elder's room.

The village is not big. Like other villages in Ionia steeped in religious and artistic atmosphere, this village has a strong artistic atmosphere.

The village is the one where the art of sculpture has developed to a certain extent. Lin Zhao walked on the road in the village and could see countless sculptures of all kinds. He could even see the sculptures sitting in front of each house.

With so many sculptures, it was boring for him to watch.

But the people in the village don't see it that way. The people of Spro Village have been influenced by the art of sculpture since childhood, immersed in the temple of sculpture, and even forgot about it. They regarded sculpture as almost everything, and they once carnivaled and chased for the "war world" created by Lin Zhao.

In their opinion, Lin Zhao was a complete outlier, and if it wasn't for Lin Zhao creating that work, they wouldn't even be willing to get close to Lin Zhao. After the creation of "World at War", Lin Zhao refused to sculpt any of his works, which made them even more alienated from Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao was so happy. Because of this, he didn't have much affection for the village. It's as if he's been staying here for fifteen years.

By now, his body had been trained for a long time, and he could already feel the runic energy of this world with his gestures. And the grappling combat he was proficient in in his previous life unconsciously gained the support of rune energy in this world and became more powerful. With the confidence to travel far away, he could leave Ionia without fear or delay in finding a new and secure dwelling.

Along the way, no villagers were willing to greet Lin Zhao. Lin Zhao returned to his residence, put the burden in his arms on the table, opened it, and the statue of the baby in the grass fell into his eyes.

The statue was surrounded by weed-like stone sculptures on all sides, and in the middle was Lin Zhao's appearance when he was first born in this world. Although the Elder kept the statue, he didn't seem to take care of it. The statue was dusty, but it was slightly cleaner where it rubbed into the baggage, and there was even hair in some places. In the middle and lower part of the statue, the young rhizome that should have grown tenaciously is only a bumpy fracture.

Lin Zhao shook his head and laughed unconsciously.

"What kind of bullshit art is this?"

After all, he didn't evaluate the elders' treatment of the statue. Such a thing is not suitable for him to carry when he travels far away. He carefully wrapped the statue and placed it in a locker in his room, carrying his bags that he had packed beforehand.

He went out and left the village of Spro. The runic energy that escaped throughout the Valoran Road jumped as he walked, allowing him to walk faster and faster.

He didn't look back, the runic energy harnessed his body, heading towards the sea in the east.