Many people think that Tiamat has only two parts, Eden, which is as noble as heaven, and Canaan, which is as low as hell. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But in fact, there is another place in Tiamatri called Miralo, which is a secret place hidden in the city of Tiamat. The quaint castle looks particularly bleak in the night rain, and every window of the castle is closed, except for a faint light in one place. The small but cozy hall was warm, the charcoal crackled in the fireplace, and the lights illuminated the shadows of the three people.

Sitting in the center is a deep man. His physique is indescribably strong, but anyone who sees it thinks he sees a mountain. And the mountain was the kind of strange and rugged, for although he did not speak, there was a natural anger in his faintly furrowed brow. He was draped in a spacious beast robe, and the large muscles exposed by the robe were full, and the strength seemed to burst out at any time. His face was scarred, but what impressed him was his beard, and although the temperature in the room was high, his stubble was covered with ice slag.

There is only one man who is colder than the ice field, and there is only one such description that comes to mind in the world, and that is the king of the barbarians of the Extremely Cold Lands and one of the three giants of the War College, Tydamir.

"A third of the little ones from Demacia went to you. It seems that the title of the king of martial arts has a lot of appeal to them. ”

It was Sivir, who was sitting across from Tydamir, who spoke. The world-famous goddess of war was wearing a short leather armor at this time, and her hair was coiled into a bun at the back of her head, and in the center of the bun was a large green crystal. Zuan's Oro Green, a legendary relic, was now just an ordinary decoration on her head. Even more striking than the crystal were her eyes, which were clear and innocent, like the brightest star in the summer sky.

"Anger is my weapon." Tedamir's voice was surging, and although he deliberately kept it down, it still sounded like dark thunder. "Those who have come to Tiamat after a lot of hardship have anger in their hearts. They want revenge, they want to go one step above the martial arts, so anger is their best motivation. Only my shadow will tell them how to make the most of their hatred. ”

Tydamir spoke slowly, and every word was his heartfelt words. Seriously, when it comes to harnessing rage, there's really no one in the entire Runeterras more qualified than him.

His birth was accompanied by a tragic fate. At a very young age, the village where he grew up was slaughtered by invading wildlings. And after many years of struggling with suffering, one night he was ambushed by the enemy. One by one, his companions fell beside him, and in the darkness he even saw the bright red eyes of his enemies, who were like cunning and vicious wolves, who captured and tore their companions apart one by one, but did not attack him.

What kind of experience was that, one partner after another fell, and he knew that he was likely to be next, but the enemy who was waiting was not there. Fear and the unknown were eating away at his courage, and all Tedamir could do was grasp the broadsword in his hand, ready for the final blow.

It was a long night, and just before dawn broke, he finally waited for someone to come. Unfortunately, it wasn't any of the enemies he knew, and there was only a black shadow like smoke in front of him. Tedahir waved his knife in vain, but the sharp knife could not cut through the shadow. The shadows spread out and gathered, and from the shadows came the sound of laughter.

"What are you?!" Tedamir roared, but the dark shadow embraced him. Tedamir gasped and breathed, and the shadow was sucked into him like air.

A moment later, Tedamir's eyes turned a ghostly green.

From that day on, Tydamir roamed Vrzored like a lone monster, his knife slicing through the night of one tribe after another, and slitting the throat of one man. Blood splattered, but he was laughing happily. Cruel and angry, Tedamir terrifies every enemy.

"Hehe, that's not wrong." Sivir smiled, "I heard that the war between Demacia and Vrzored has made new progress. In the absence of Galen and Zhao Xin, Demacia's Storm Legion did not win the victory. At the very critical moment of the war, Udir led the Assassin forces to attack Demacia again, and Volibel also brought his bear warriors to support, and finally half of Demacia's most elite Storm Legion was wiped out from three sides. Legend has it that the grasslands were so red with blood and so many rotting corpses that crows began to migrate from the neighborhood. ”

After saying this, Sivir stopped talking, but looked at Tedamir quietly, with a shallow smile on his face.

"Hmph." Tedamir understood what Sivir meant. "You know me, when I joined the War College and decided to be one of the fairest people in the world, I gave up my clan and the Vrzored I had lived for so many years. And when Lisandre unified Veldrandred, even that little bit of belonging in me was gone. So, don't try to tease me with this news. ”

"Oh? I thought you'd miss the smell of war and be a little excited to hear the news. Sivir shook his head, "These little ones are happy to come to my Holy Trinity, and they don't know that maybe their relatives have died in the war. ”

"Tedamir, Yi, why do you all have such expressions, am I the only one who still remembers the smell of war?"

Sivir tilted his head to the other side.

As ever, the creature meditated cross-legged, his body glowing faintly, and the legendary Infinite Spider cut behind him, his face expressionless as he levitated in the air. In fact, the lamppost mask made by Black Merdinger on his face had never been removed, and even those who saw his true face decades ago were about to forget what he really looked like.

Any weapon can be called holy only when it is used to the extreme, the successor of the Infinite Dao, the person who knows the most to use a sword on the Valoran continent, his name is Yi.

But as soon as Sivir said it, she regretted it, because she had forgotten that his words were more annoying than Yi's swordsmanship.

"Oops." Tedamir sighed, then pulled a pinch of his beard and shoved it into his ear.

"I was meditating just now. Sivir, can't you see me after knowing me for so long? ”

"Forget it, I don't blame you for not being able to see it. But you know, I'm a person who likes to share, so I'd like to tell you about the experience of meditation just now. You know our infinite way, our infinite way emphasizes learning from heaven and earth, time and place are not obstacles, the key is to have peace of mind. I was calm just now, calmer than the rain outside, and the posture I was meditating in was so calm that you could tell that I didn't shiver in the air, did I? ”

"Tedamir, why do you deceive yourself? Knowing that your beard is not soundproofed, and my voice is so good, how can you bear to block it? I still remember many years ago, there was a girl who said that my voice was good, and when I heard it, I wanted to get pregnant. ”

"Easy! Tell me, why are they talking about the new Demacian boys? ”

If talking can also be divided into a rank, then Sun Wukong is probably only a diamond-level player. But Yi is still the strongest king level. Because his words have surpassed many people's cognition, he has reached the point where he can talk to many different selves.

"Stupid, these guys who have reached the strongest king, but in their hearts they still like to show off like children. One-third went to the Shadow of Killing, and almost one-third joined the Holy Trinity, right? They make a lot of money, and they don't forget to mock me? Thought that my Sitara was the same as in previous years, or that there was no one for the right person? ”

"I can't say the same, we may not have one in Sitara for a long time, but just one person can shake you all away. Did my monkey knock you both down? Don't look at me like that, Sivir, I'm telling the truth, how many times has he killed you in seconds? And Tedamir, don't you hear it? With such an expression now, do you forget how many times the monkey singled you up and smashed your knife with his stick? ”

"How will they answer?"

"Tedamir, I know, he's sure he'll tell me to walk around the mystical convention. As for Sivir, he can't speak, but he'll find all sorts of people to investigate us Sitara when he goes. Forget it, I'll tell you myself. ”

"We're going to be attending this year's Arcane Tournament, and to your disappointment, I've found a student this year. Ha ha. ”

"Found a student?" Sivir felt a little amused in Master Yi's words, "But you also had students in the past, but the Secret Art Conference is not as good as a year, how many times have you been killed by our Holy Trinity in the first round?" ”

"Anyone who is not angry is weak." Tedamir finally found an opportunity to interject, "You Sitara pay attention to infinity, what is calm, what is unified, this kind of Tao cannot become powerful, in the arcane conference, you Sitara are sheep waiting to be slaughtered, without our intervention, the ordinary academy is enough to solve you." ”

"Hmph, you're playing psychological warfare with me, aren't you? You want to suppress me in momentum, right? Because I mentioned the monkey just now, you remembered the nightmare of the past, right? Master Yi sneered three times.

"Oh, maybe I didn't quite understand that."

"You're not articulate."

"What if you make it clear and scare them?"

"It's okay, just tell them, they'll always know."

"Okay. I didn't make it clear just now, what I found was not a student, but a descendant of the Infinite Dao. ”

"Heirs?"

This time, Tedamir's face became solemn, and Sivir couldn't help but stand up. They all know the rules of the Infinite Way, and only one person is passed on within a generation.

Just like the monkey back then.

And now, this generation of Wuji descendants has actually come to Sitara?