The sun shines through the treetops, leaving dappled spots of light on the ground, and a breeze blows, bringing a faint floral scent, very quiet afternoon.

Under the thick shade of an old tree, a shirtless man with a messy beard was sitting in a rocking chair and pretending to sleep, as if it were another world.

In the distance, you can see the tall and ruined city walls, and the lonely, towering mage tower, which is already thousands of years ago.

Although there are still countless human populations living here, no one will probably know about the splendor of the city-state of Norzas, just as people have long forgotten what Demacia is.

The heroes of yesteryear and the descendants of heroes have been reduced to a pile of loess.

Once soaked in blood and scorching with war, the Summoner's Canyon has become a common trade route, with the occasional curious child picking up a few rusted arrowheads or rotten armor in the grass along the roadside.

The waves are sweeping the sand.

The once-prosperous game world of "League of Legends" has long been replaced by another powerful game, "Honor of Kings", after three hundred years of fermentation in real time.

Perhaps there is a sentence that can be well described, only to see the new person laughing, not seeing the old person crying.

Although this deserted game world will not die out because of this, but the will of the world, and the source code program will gradually shift, there will be no more pig's feet, let alone heroes, once powerful magic, martial arts have also been lost one by one, people have gradually become mortals, and even viruses are too lazy to visit, because there is no oil and water here.

However, for some, it's a great place to relax and unwind.

Mu Shaoan has been staying here for a month, lazy every day, very comfortable, definitely a good place to retire.

This is no joke, many of the anti-virus hunters who retired from the Fifth Age have chosen to return to the real world, while others have chosen this deserted game world.

If nothing else, Rong Ma has been living for half his life, and only this kind of specious killing battlefield can sleep more soundly.

A little pig snorted and chirped happily on the grassy hillside, dragging the little boy who was holding it behind him staggering, scolding, but helpless, because he was too thin compared to the energetic little pig.

Farther away, a few peasants, wielding their coarse scythes, began to prepare to harvest the sparse ears of wheat, which were not full and sparse, and the hardship and fatigue hung on their faces, piling up, turning into old age, and eventually turning into a pile of bones.

No one cared about them, and they didn't have the time or courage to care about the world around them, even if the majestic mage tower was close in front of them, they would never think of anything more than the realm of food and clothing.

Noxus, just like that, declined.

In the evening, facing the golden sunset, Mu Shaoan stretched his waist and yawned, and then walked slowly to the town, the former Noxus City does not exist, but there is still a small town with hundreds of families on the original site, the name is Foxtail Town, at first Mu Shaoan thought that there was any allusion to this name, and later learned that Foxtail Town was translated and called Dogtail Grass Town.

This is the result of being abandoned by the gods.

There is a little lord in Dogtail Grass Town, ignorant and greedy, but he is not yet tyrannical and evil, and the people of his territory are also ignorant, insensitive, not to mention cunning and kind, so the two complement each other.

If nothing wonders, the town will continue like this until it grows old.

There were blacksmiths, taverns, prostitutes, beggars, tailors, ruffians and hooligans, who seemed to be self-sufficient, and everyone from the lord to the beggar was satisfied with this life, even the wild dogs on the streets.

If you're not careful, you'll find that there's no difference between a day and a month, a month and a year, a year and a lifetime.

It's truly a magical place.

Mu Shao'an used to come to this tavern every day to sit for a while, the owner of the tavern was the nephew of the lord, but the tavern man and bartender was a very interesting person.

In fact, here, if it is interesting to describe a person, it can only mean one thing, and this is not a person from this world.

There was a commotion in the tavern, and there was a smell of a pigsty, which was true, because behind the tavern was a pigsty, and even the pigs could be heard humming.

A few drunks were there with drunken words that they didn't necessarily understand, and this was basically a few middle-class people in town, and where could those bitter people afford to take a sip of the worst, horse-urine stout?

"I thought you wouldn't come again, this messy place, are you still addicted?" An old man with gray eyebrows and beard and gray hair sat in the doorway, at first glance he was almost indistinguishable from the locals, numb, indifferent, confused, not seeking to live, and not afraid of death.

Mu Shaoan sat down next to the old man, patted him on the shoulder, and didn't say anything, this is an acquaintance, and he can be regarded as the first subordinate he subdued that year, a maggot in a standard dung pit - Duncan.

This guy has indeed been prosperous and majestic for a while, and in Ximu Town, it used to be a response.

To be honest, Mu Shaoan didn't expect that Duncan would come here to continue the journey of a maggot after he retired.

In fact, he thought about working hard for a while, but in the end he stopped at the peak of the D-class, and he was not even qualified to do it as a lone dog.

"Lin Xiaolan is also retired and has returned to reality, do you remember her?" Duncan said slowly, his eyes cloudy like paste.

"Yes. Mu Shaoan nodded, it was a girl with good talent, she was friends with Zhang Lan, and she had been growing up in the Yumen Pass hunting group, but the world was impermanent, Zhang Lan was already S-level, but Lin Xiaolan estimated that she would not be able to break through A-level until she retired.

The two of them had nothing to say, and no more guests came to the tavern, which was meant to be a tavern in a symbolic sense.

The night was dark, a few dogs howled wantonly in the streets, very excited, and a few bats flew around, and there was no trace of vampire temperament.

"I'll leave tomorrow, take care of yourself. ”

Mu Shaoan stood up, this is not his end, and the decay of time can't stop him, and it is a good habit and mentality to start all over again.

He has been hiding for so long, the war between the three bigwigs should be over. He didn't know what the future world would be, he only knew that there would be a place for him.