Horon and Yasuo traveled all the way to the blessing of the wind elves, and even if Yasuo was reluctant to be pushed away by the wind magic that did not belong to him, Yasuo had unconsciously matured a lot along the way, and at the same time was quite curious about the identity of the boy in front of him.

The two of them made their way east, and in the evening they came to Presidian, with the golden afterglow of the setting sun, the flourishing and unruly enchanted garden, the azure natural elements wafting in the air, and the huge monastery as white as the sky, which shook Horen's nerves.

This region of Ionia, coveted by the Noxian army, the newborn land, defended by the daughter of the Zan family, Irelia, with the blade and blood, gave Horen a reverence in his heart.

Yasuo visited a family, Mr. and Mrs. Sna, and the hospitable Ionians immediately let Horen and Yasuo move in.

After eating the tree fruit for a few days, Huo Lun's face was already green, and at this moment, there was hot food cooked by the farmers, where could he take care of any etiquette, and he ate it directly without any image, and the sound of Huo Lun's mouth was still echoing on the table.

After a brief wash, Hollen planned to rest, letting his tired back feel the warmth of the bed, but he had a headache before entering the room.

"Why are you following me into the room?"

"There is only one spare room in this family, where am I not going to come in and sleep?" Yasuo's rhetorical question made me extremely embarrassed, but he couldn't be cheeky enough to sleep in his own bed and let Yasuo make the floor, so he couldn't make sense of it, and finally had to put forward a fair policy.

"Then the two of them will lay the floor together, which is the fairest."

After Huo Lun said this, he wanted to quickly smoke himself to death, but Yasuo was caught off guard and replied, "Yes." Hollen instantly felt his head rise three times.

In the end, two big men slept on both sides of the bed, one person with a quilt, and the small bed in the middle was placed in the air, and the two people slept dreamless until dawn like mentally retarded.

Determined to sink the matter into the sea of memory, Horen greeted the farmers with a smile on his face in the morning, thanked them for their breakfast and comfortable accommodation, and eagerly headed to the monastery of Presidian, the centerpiece of the place.

The fairs and people along the way are all in harmony and warmth, all of which can only be seen by Irelia and the rebels repelling the invasion. Walking up the long staircase leading to the monastery, the silver-white monastery slowly became clear in front of you.

Various symbols and patterns are exquisitely carved into the silver-white building, and above the gate is a huge symbol of the Ionian twin dragons, which is extremely elaborate and ornate. Horen reveled in this wonderful atmosphere, and slowly walked into the monastery only to hear a commotion.

"The defense of the newborn land requires courage and blood dedication, not pedantic dogma, if we always restrain our impulses and believe only in the so-called harmony, there is only a dead end waiting for us!"

A man in a long-sleeved red and white shirt and black trousers proclaimed his ideas loudly in the monastery, and behind him was a small group of similarly dressed people who all nodded.

Hollen approached them, and saw the woman standing in front of the man with slightly dark skin, a whole body of green religious robes, and a curved pattern decoration on her back, and a diamond-shaped green gem tied to the top of her head, which was Karma the Apocalypse.

"Angry violence cannot bring lasting peace, and the firstborn soil on which it depends, and the abundant spirit of nature, should not be defended by such means." Kalmar's calm reply drew even greater dissatisfaction.

"Ionia has shed a river of blood, as the Holy Master of the Temple of Eternity, the pillar and lighthouse of the spiritual realm, and today you come to the Abbey of Precidian and still talk about these pedantic dogmas and traditions, don't you know that times have changed!"

"The change of the times does not mean the monopoly of force and the abandonment of tradition, the anger in your heart makes you confused."

The man's disdainful look, angry eyes, and powerless remarks made Horren feel that this person was a real Ionian angry youth, and Horren immediately intervened in the debate.

"If this gentleman loves the newborn land so much, why don't you go to the battlefield and kill the enemy like Irelia did, but play tricks here to stir up the emotions of the people and the traditional religious struggle, whether you are mistaken about the enemy and the opponent."

The man looked at Huo Lun and was speechless for a while, and the resentment in his eyes was clearly written on his face, as if he wanted to eat Huo Lun alive.

"Religious cowardice and avoidance of war are the root causes of Ionia's blood and bullying!"

"This is not a place for quarrels, if you don't have the will to pray, please leave." Karma's authoritative speech put an end to the argument, and the man and the crowd left angrily, their faces full of dissatisfaction.

"Apocalypse." Hollen nodded in respect.

"Thank you for upholding traditional religions, young people today are blinded by hatred and anger."

"It's nothing, I'm not defending traditions and innovations, I'm protecting the soul of Ionia, and in addition, people are easily lost to fame, fortune and power."

"Your eyes and heart are very clear, what is the matter with coming to Presidium?"

"To be honest, I don't know the specifics, but I'm here to help all of Ionia, and I have a little idea for you."

"Say it, kid."

"I know that there are thousands of voices in your head, and you can be very confused at times, but I think it is best to follow the Ionian spirit of your heart and your own true will, whether it is tradition or change, go hand in hand, not go your own way, and I will always support you."

"Thank you, if you can, lead to peace, and act if necessary, that's my choice, what's your name."

"Horen."

"May you be enlightened and balanced here, Horen." Kalmar then turned and walked away into the convent, and Horen was in a good mood and turned to walk out the door.

"Your eloquence is so good, I'm afraid that you can defuse the war with your mouth that day." As soon as Horren reached the door, he heard Yasuo's familiar voice, and saw Yasuo leaning against the door of the monastery, clasping his hands on his chest, as if he had been waiting for Horen to come out.

"You're overrated, Mr. Blowman, and no amount of eloquence can compare to your appetite for fruit." Yasuo frowned when he heard this, looking embarrassed, and then asked Huo Lun a question.

"How do you know so many things?"

"What did you say?"

"The jewels and secrets of that Vastaya fox, the voice and thoughts of the apocalypse's head."

"I really can't see that you, a swordsman, in addition to loving fruits, can also eavesdrop, and even Ahri's privacy is not spared."

"Oh? Ahri, the fox's name, I see. Yasuo's tone was slightly playful, which annoyed Horren for a while.

"You sword-wielding man has a black heart! Even the partners who have come along the way are set, goodbye Mr. Blowing. ”

Horren strode down the stairs, intending to go to the area near Presidian, Wuji, but looking at this peaceful place and the delicious dinner of the Snars, he planned to stay another night, and definitely sleep in his bed.

The houses of Ionia are all in communication with the spirits of nature to make the trees grow into houses on their own, and the creatures of the sea are also offered as tributes, and they will go ashore by themselves for people to choose, and there is great harmony between man and nature.

Penniless, Horren planned to get some natural objects to thank the Snarns for their hospitality, and was followed by Yasuo to the coast near Presidium.

"That small island is where the region is located."

"Yes." Yasuo replied behind him, not mentioning the previous question, which was an understanding and respect for his friend's privacy.

"Shall we get some things back to the Snardes and thank them for taking them in, shall we?"

"I don't know if there's no tribute."

"Then what are you doing here?" A burst of conversation left Yasuo speechless, but he was helpless and could only remain silent.

Hollen looked at the barren beach on the side, faint footprints, and could think of the Noxian army landing on the shore, and his heart was slightly depressed.

Horen then had no choice but to pick up some of the remaining shell-looking species on the beach, and then let Yasuo return to the Sna's house with a little seawater in it.

The Snaws smiled when they saw Holren with a smile on his face and Yasuo with his upper body wet with a seashell in his hand, "Thank you, come in." ”

Not knowing what the fleshless shells were, but thinking that they might be used as decorations, Horen stayed happily for another night, and slept in the cot without any explanation.

The next day, at dawn, a loud noise and noise woke up Hollen, who was sleepy-eyed and saw that Yasuo had gotten up vigilantly, and then quickly left the bedroom.

Horen hurried to follow, and when he came to the outside of the house, he saw that the house had been blown up by shells, and that the hordes of Noxian troops had once again landed on the coast and marched on Precidian, still in the early hours of dawn.

Seeing that the subsequent ammunition continued to be thrown in the air, Holren immediately created a huge wall curtain from the ground, and the rock barrier rose from the ground, and the flying ammunition exploded on the outside of the wall curtain, and the houses and people of Presidon were no longer harmed under the protection of the wall curtain.

The tide of impact quickly extinguished the burning house, and then washed his own face and suddenly became much sober, and then Huo Lun rubbed his confused eyes and looked at the army in the distance with a serious expression.