Moru had been in an uncontrollable coma for a long time after eating the two F4 eggs. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He knew something bad was going to happen when he noticed something wrong with the first egg he ate, but there was nothing he could do.

In a daze, Moru woke up. He sat up, only to find that his body was translucent.

Frightened, Moru quickly lowered his head and found that his body was still lying quietly on the ground.

"Out of body?"

He just smiled, in fact, there was nothing surprising to him.

In the half day he came to this ghost place, he encountered too many unbelievable things, not bad this time.

So Mo Lu got up directly, left the main body lightly, and watched quietly on the side for a while.

He noticed that there seemed to be some points of light circulating in his body.

"Is this ......" Moru frowned, "Is this the impurity in the egg I ate?"

Those broken points of light circulated around for a week, and finally gathered at the heart of Moru, condensing into a heart-shaped ball of light.

At the same time, Moru suddenly felt a splitting headache. He closed his eyes tightly, grabbed his hair in pain, and couldn't help but let out a roar!

When he opened his eyes again, a blood-red curtain of light appeared in front of Moru's eyes, covering the entire sky, and even the moon turned scarlet.

The shouts of killing shook the earth, and Moru felt that the earth around him began to tremble violently.

On the blood-colored light curtain formed by the entire sky, tragic scenes flashed one after another.

Warriors wield glittering swords, mages chant their magic books, and dragons hover knights in the sky.

In front of the human troops was a thick fog as black as ink, and where the fog passed, it was desolate and devoid of grass.

After the terrible battle, rivers of blood flowed. The floor was littered with broken swords and broken rune pages.

The real severed limbs were close at hand, making Moru, who had grown up in the peaceful socialist sunshine since childhood, shudder.

Then a shimmering stone burst in the sky, like a meteor shower falling from the sky, and bursts of information began to rush into Moru's mind, giving him another headache......

When Moru opened his eyes, he was greeted by the slightly gloomy sky.

The moon was still shining as if nothing had happened.

Even the bonfire next to it hadn't burned yet, and the half of the bird's egg still had residual heat.

But Moru is no longer the Moru he used to be.

"Runeheart ......"

He muttered those four words.

"It's been two hundred years since the last Rune War...... The Valoran Continent is going to be too peaceful again!"

After those memories flooded into Moru's mind, he finally understood what had happened to him that day.

It turned out that he had really entered the Valoran Continent, the Land of Runeteres to be exact. The Valoran Continent is the heart of the Runeterra.

Moru pressed his hand to his left chest, and the first bird egg contained a fragment of a fetish, the artifact, called the "Rune Heart".

They were ancient relics that the entire Runeterrae had gone crazy for, and many people thought they only existed in legends.

And at this moment, Moru knew that a fragment of the Rune Heart had merged with him.

"Let me come here to be the savior?"

Moru has mixed feelings, to be honest, which man doesn't want to be a hero in a movie and save the world from fire and water?

"But now that I think about it, the fragments of the Rune Heart can only give me the basic ability to control magic, but not the powerful ability to save the world. If you want to become stronger, how can there really be any shortcuts?"

Mo Lu no longer has any sleepiness at the moment, and the subtle sense of nature that he had before has become completely clear at this moment.

He knew that he had truly become a beginner summoner in the Valoran Continent, because he had the power of runes and could cultivate.

But far from those top rune powers and the powerhouses of the continent, Mo Lu knew that he was still far behind.

"If that's as expected, this place should be around the city-state of Demacia. The boy he met during the day was supposed to be a Demacian as well. He may have been a fan of Galen. The boys of Demacia should want to be a brave and good army fighter like Galen, and fight for Demacia who guards them!"

With this in mind, Moru continued his journey in the direction of the river. Walking downstream along the river, he believes that he will always come across a place where there are people.

When the sky was dark, Moru finally met the living.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in coarse cloth with a stubble on his face, who looked to be about forty years old, and was carrying water from a wooden barrel by the river.

Upon seeing Moru, the man immediately stepped back, looking alert.

"You...... Who is it?"

Moru thought to himself that his outfit was indeed a little out of place in this world.

He took out the Demacia badge he had picked up, and when the middle-aged man saw it, he immediately showed a slightly apologetic smile.

"Because there have been a lot of Noxus spies here lately, but I misunderstood you, so please forgive me. ”

Moru nodded, "My village was destroyed by the army of Noxus, and I fled all the way here. I hope to find a place to take refuge for the time being. ”

The middle-aged man scolded Noxus again, sympathized with Moru's plight, and comforted him.

"Then come with me to our village! ”

Demacia is a peace-loving place, where people are much more harmonious than in other regions, and people prefer to live in harmony.

Moru thought to himself that this was indeed worthy of his reputation, after all, he could hide it from people with just a badge with no identification, and the people here really didn't have any deep scheming.

"This is the northeast of the main town of Demacia, where the upper tributaries of the Serpentine River pass. Our village is called Carlo, and you can call me Uncle Neville. ”

"My name is Moru. ”

The two walked together in the direction of the village, and it wasn't long before Moru saw a stone and wood house with a similar structure, which was obviously the village of Kalo.

The hut at the entrance of the village is home to Senna Sr., who lives with her grandson. You see, the skinny guy chopping wood in the yard is the grandson of old Senna. ”

Moru followed Neville's guidance and looked in that direction, narrowing his eyes.

He recognized the emaciated boy as the one he had met in the jungle yesterday.

After all, he is so thin, and he hasn't even changed his clothes, so he thinks it's good.

I didn't expect that I had been running in the jungle all night, and I had encountered so many things, but finally I went back to the vicinity of the original point.

"Uncle Neville, what's his name?"

"Galen. ”