It is difficult for Lin Zhao to describe his current mood. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He thinks the same goes for Sindra. In just half a day's work, everything changed, the teacher died, the monastery flew, and Sindra became the Dark Führer. When the Sky Fortress takes off, will you be able to stay here?

If Sindra hadn't gone mad and wanted to kill herself, the monastery of the Sky Fortress would have been turned into a temple in Ionia, and now in Ionia, it would have no intention of being the safest. But who can guarantee that Sindra won't go crazy?

"Do you want to leave, Lin Zhao?"

When this temple fortress floated steadily in the sky, those runic energies held the fortress safely, and surrendered to Sindra's arrangement, the purple light in Sindra's eyes faded, and she asked Lin Zhao in an extremely calm tone.

Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment, but said, "I don't know." ”

He does want to leave, but where does he go when he leaves here?

Really go back to Spro Village, see the indifferent and crazy villagers, and see the sculptures that make the villagers obsessed with madness?

But with his own strength, walking on Ionian land and facing the army of Noxus, will he be able to come out of harm's way?

His current ability has an advantage over a mage, and he also has an advantage over a martial artist alone, but he is not a master like an old mage, nor is he like Sindra, who can master so much rune energy, and in the face of a large army, what is his fragile little body capable of?

Lin Zhao was confused for a moment, and in a daze, he didn't notice that Sindra had walked in front of him.

Suddenly, he was hugged by Sindra.

"Don't go, Lin Zhao." Sindra's voice was low and sad, "Don't go, I don't want to kill you." ”

"If I leave, you're going to kill me?" Lin Zhao asked unconsciously.

Sindra wrapped her arms around Lin Zhao and pushed harder. But she was a magician, and she didn't have much strength in the first place, so no matter how hard she tried at this time, Lin Zhao didn't feel much.

"I don't know, I don't want to." Sindra said with some confusion, "But I'm afraid I won't be able to control it then." ”

"Like killing a teacher?"

Lin Zhao blurted out, but as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

…… It's really a pot that can't be opened!

He snorted, squinting at Syndra's side of the face to see how she reacted.

Syndra's expression suddenly turned cloudy. She let go of Lin Zhao and stepped back, and said in a cold voice: "In short, you can't leave, I will definitely not let you leave from here." ”

The purple light in her eyes flashed, and the entire air fortress was suddenly shrouded in purple light, giving people an eerie and terrifying feeling.

Lin Zhao perceived, along with that purple light shield, the runic energy that surrendered to Sindra completely enveloped the temple, making it difficult for people to leave from here.

Lin Zhao had to smile bitterly.

…… Just now you said that you would never be imprisoned again, but now you have imprisoned me with runic energy.

But that's fine, at least for the time being, if she stays honest here, Sindra won't do anything to herself.

After doing all this, Sindra returned to the lobby.

Lin Zhao found that the entire temple had changed under Sindra's runic energy. Gone are the classical style of Yellow Rouen, replaced by the appearance of a pure fortress decorated with purple runic energy.

Lin Zhao finally found his room, lay on the bed and fell asleep.

He dreamed of the old mage in his dreams.

He dreamed that the Noxians had not invaded, that Sindra's runic energy had not run wild, that the monasteries were still rooted in the land of Ionia, and that the chirping of cicadas and birds was lonely.

The old mage sat in the hall of the temple, teaching Lin Zhao and Sindra magic lessons day after day.

In his dream, Lin Zhao only knew that the old mage was lecturing, but he couldn't hear what the old mage was talking about at all. But he just tried to listen carefully until he heard the dream end.

When he woke up, a day had passed.

Although the runic energy enveloped this flying fortress, it could not stop the wind in the sky. The wind was a little strong in the high sky, and when Lin Zhao got up and walked out of the door, he felt a cool breeze hit his face, and he got into his body from the neckline of the cuffs, so it was not intense.

He walked around the monastery for a while, and finally found the place where Sindra buried the old mage. The old mage's grave was just a mound of earth, the soil was still wet and dry, and there were no tombstones or markings on it.

Sindra didn't know when she had arrived, kneeling in front of the mound, silent.

Lin Zhao watched from afar for a long time, Sindra was immersed in sad emotions and couldn't extricate herself, even the rune energy around her became heavy and lifeless.

…… I don't know if she's more sad or regretful.

Sindra didn't notice Lin Zhao's arrival at all. When Lin Zhao walked up to her, she reacted, stared at Lin Zhao and blinked, but did not speak.

Lin Zhao didn't bother to speak, and sat down beside Sindra.

The wind whistled in the sky like a whistling sound of mourning. Clouds of moisture drift into the temple and make people upset.

After a long time, Sindra finally spoke: "Lin Zhao, it's time to cook." ”

Lin Zhao looked slightly embarrassed, he didn't expect that for such a long time, Sindra would hold back such a sentence.

"There's no food in the kitchen, is there?" Lin Zhao asked.

Sindra was slightly stunned and replied, "I don't know. ”

Lin Zhao was speechless for a moment. He wondered in his heart that in the backstory of the game without himself, Sindra didn't know how to cook or housework, she only knew how to meditate and practice all day long, and she didn't know how to live in this castle in the sky and be her dark head.

Could it be that she also grabbed an old mother in Ionia to cook and make her bed?

Lin Zhao thought about it, it was possible. Passerby armor has never been an important role in the League of Legends setting, just like the magic creeps on the Summoner's Rift, which can be considered a unit of measurement. It is also possible that the cooking mother is directly ignored in the background story.

Sindra seemed to have misunderstood something, and stared at Lin Zhao for a long time, her face a little cold. After a while, she said, "Lin Zhao, don't think about such a reason, you can find a chance to escape." Even if you want to leave here to buy something, you have to come with me. ”

Lin Zhao was dumbfounded, sighed, and said, "Now that Ionia is afraid that there have been many disasters, where else can I go if I leave here?" You're thinking too much, Sindra. ”

"Call me Sister Sindra!" Sindra's voice became a little sharper. She seemed to be full of a sense of crisis now, wanting to seize any connection with Lin Zhao.

Even if it's a brother or sister.