Section 7: Blood Pact

"Exhale a breath of white air, let the wind tear them apart little by little, I seem to see the past in the past, however, they will eventually disappear in the flow of time. In the face of memories, we are all equals, we are all helpless spectators, no matter how perfect the treasures are, they are blurred light and shadow after all......

There never seemed to be light in the dark hallway, and every now and then some cold droplets of water dripped from the black metal dome and shattered on the marble floor. A tall figure suddenly appeared in the shadows, and the surrounding darkness immediately scattered and fled, as if fearing this person's aura and power.

"You're a minute late, Lord Bezord. A clear, soft man's voice came from around the corner of the hallway.

"You're very timing," Bezod emerged from the shadows and walked towards the windowed side of the hallway, "I don't have much time, young man, I'll just say it once, you have to remember it!"

"I'm listening, sir!" the young man whispered.

"Protect Anton Sharon from any harm and don't reveal your identity. Bezod stopped around the corner of the hallway and glanced at the young man standing there.

"Will anyone break into the high-skilled, heavily guarded War College?" asked the young man.

"Where there are people, there will be omissions and mistakes. Bezod said this and strode away.

"Wait a minute—" the young man called out to Bezord, "will you agree to my terms and make me a member of League of Legends?" ”

"If Anton Salons were unharmed, I would have considered it. Bezod replied softly.

"Who is Anton Saron, and who deserves so many people to protect him?" the young man's words were full of puzzlement.

"That's a good question, but I won't answer it......" Bezod's figure disappeared at the end of the hallway.

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Inthominia sat in a chair beside Anton Salon's hospital bed, looking at the pale, unconscious Anton Salon, who held a book with a brown paper cover that read "Summoner's Diary". "Mentor Sivir—Sister—"

"Huh?" Sivir walked over to Insominia with two cups of coffee, "What's wrong, baby?"

"When will he wake up?" asked Insominia in a low voice, his gaze never taking off Anton Saron's pale face.

"Baby, are you sure he's using that spell?" Sivir looked at Insominia intently.

"Yes, I'm sure, I think you should tell me something about forbidden arts—" Inthony paused, glancing at the doorway and window, looking alert.

Sivir also subconsciously looked at the door and window, and then put the coffee in his hand on the table next to the hospital bed, "The War College will never allow the tutor to talk to students about this, but I can tell you what I know." Valoran's magic has two highest level attributes, known as divine and dark powers. Magic that adds ordinary attribute changes to the five systems of magic is called a secret method, and magic that adds divine or dark attributes to the secret method is called a forbidden technique. ”

"Channeling those two attributes also comes with a lot of risk. Insominia asked. 、

"I don't know much about this, baby," Sivir put his hands on Inthominia's shoulders, "Divine and dark are magical attributes that can only be obtained by directly consuming life force. So the cost and risk of casting the forbidden spell is—"

"Death!" said Inthomiña for Sivir.

Sivir walked over to Anton Salon's bed and sat down, gently stroking his hair with his hand, "But this little guy doesn't have that problem. ”

Insominia showed a puzzled expression: "What do you say?"

"He's a strong life force," Sivir put his hand on Anton Saron's forehead, "he's the strongest life force I've ever seen, otherwise, he would have died at the New Year's rally five days ago." ”

"I don't think his background is simple, but he is recognized as the 'most ungifted summoner'" Insominia flipped through the "Summoning is Diary" in his hand, and then put it aside.

"Someone is coming. Sivir looked alarmingly at the open door.

"Don't worry, sister, it's Arroni. Insominia whispered.

Five seconds later, Arroni walked into the room, wearing a dark red trench coat with a black wool dress and navy blue leggings underneath it, and white boots on her feet. She owed to Sivir and beckoned to Inthominia.

"I'm surprised, Eroni, don't I hate this guy very much?" Insominia said to Ironi, pointing at Anton Saron, his gaze still resting on Anton Salon.

"I don't hate him," said Arroni, putting a bouquet of white flowers into a vase on the windowsill, "I'm here to thank him, and by the way, let's see if he's awake." ”

"Do you want to thank someone for sending white flowers?" said Insominia without looking back, "do you really not understand, or do you do it on purpose?" ”

Arroni covered her mouth with her hand in surprise, "And-is that? I'm sorry, I don't know. ”

"Don't cover up your mistakes with ignorance, and don't hurt everyone around you before you regret it. Insominia finally turned to look at Eloni, but his eyes were surprisingly cold.

Sivir walked up to Aroni and hugged her shoulder, "Alright, we'll ignore him, Annie*, I'll take you out of town." ”

Eroni didn't seem to hear Sivir, and she looked at Insominia and Anton Salon, stupidly, until she was little by little pulled out of the room by Sivir.

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"Is it better, man!" Insominia asked Asrema as she lay in her hospital bed.

"It still hurts a little" Asrema sat up with difficulty, touched his chest, and showed a pained expression, "That guy is too ruthless!"

"You almost killed the Kimberley, too," Insominia said, handing Asrema an apple.

Asrema took the apple, "How is Anton Saron?

"Not yet, but Mentor Sivir says he'll wake up soon. Insominia replied.

"I can't figure out how a summoner who is considered to be the least gifted can cast such a spell!" Asrema looked a little helpless.

"Are you jealous?" Insominia chuckled, "I think he's the queen of the clan." ”

"You're trying to say he's been hiding his strength?" Asrema looked at Insominia with disdain.

"That's not the case," Insominia suddenly became serious, "it was someone who suppressed his power, so it was difficult for him to cast even the most basic spells, and of course, he lost his self-confidence in the process. ”

"That's a far-fetched reason!" Asrema said with a smirk.

"There's a piece of evidence" Inthony approached Asrema and stared at him with his big eyes, "Someone wants to kill Anton Saron!"

"Y-what did you say?!" Asrema looked surprised.

"When I went to visit him that night, I saw a man in a black robe trying to kill him with magic," Insominia said with an extremely serious expression, making Asrema feel uncomfortable, "I reluctantly saved him. The man in black was a powerful summoner, powerful enough to kill me easily, but this guy didn't seem interested in me. ”

"Sounds scary. Asrema's cheeks lost their bloodshot color, and there was a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Then I noticed that there were some dark shadows at the end of the corridor on the third floor of the hospital," Insomina's wide dark eyes looked a little frightening, "I didn't know where these guys came from, so I climbed up to the mezzanine of the dome and quietly approached them. I saw a tall black figure write a line on a piece of paper and hand it to a short man beside him. I restored the line according to the guy's stroke order. ”

Asrema took the note from Insominia and looked at the text carefully, "This is the term used by the Noxian army, which translates to 'Midnight Cry'"

"How?" asked Insomina.

Aslema cleared her somewhat dry throat, "'Midnight' refers to the position of the sun when the moon rises to noon, which is the time when Noxus marches out to rest. The first sound means that all the open flames in the camp are extinguished, and the second sound means that all soldiers are not allowed to go out of the camp. ”

Inthony listened to Asrema's explanation, and suddenly stood up, and he looked out the window at the moon disk hanging high in the vast sky. "Anton Salon's in danger. He whispered.

"Are you so sure?" Asrema's tone was full of doubt, but as soon as he finished speaking, a loud, terrifying wail sounded outside the window, the crow of a crow.

Insominia slammed open the window, leaped out of it.

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"Get out of the way, you guy!" A short, man in a nightcoat said, referring to the tall man in the red robe in front of him, with a hood on his head and a five-foot halberd in each hand.

"There's no need to talk nonsense with him, it turns out to be him!" the voice came from a man in black who was a head taller than the previous one, and behind him stood six or seven assassins in night clothes.

"I have a name! My name is Rioi!" shouted the red-robed man, judging by his voice, no more than twenty years old.

A red-robed man named Rioi pressed the halberd in his right hand against the Assassin's sword, and the moment the Assassin's body lost its center of gravity, the halberd in his left hand swirled and slashed the man's neck. Seeing this, the rest of the Assassins immediately surrounded Rioi. Rio Yi sneered, clenched the twin halberds, and spun them around, the straight and horizontal blades of the halberd emitting a sharp white light as they swirled, cutting through the darkness around them.

"Peerless Halberd Dance!"

In a second, there were four or five more souls in the world, and the surviving assassins hurriedly jumped to the side. However, with a loud shout, Rio flicked his halberds to the left and right, and a half-moon-shaped magical wind blade flashed with a dazzling blue light towards the assassins!

"Get out of the way!" shouted the short assassin, but it was too late, and the three companions beside him had been cut in two by the magic wind blade, splattering him with blood.

"You're the last!" Leoy said, carrying the halberd as he walked towards the short assassin.

At that moment, the window at the end of the corridor was suddenly broken from the outside, and a dozen Assassins, also dressed in nightclothes, rushed in, and the shorter assassin from before took a few steps back and blended in.

"Do you want to win by numbers?" said Rioi, "but that's what I want!"

Leoyi swung his halberds and kept them at the Assassins, only to see them spin and fly towards the two closest men, killing them and then bouncing off at the next target, so fast that it was impossible to dodge. In two or three seconds, there were only two Assassins left in the corridor, and Rio Yi stepped forward, caught the halberds that were about to land, and slashed the last two.

"The Way of Infinity!?" said Insominia, who had been hiding in the mezzanine of the dome until now, "who the hell is he?" However, it seemed that there was no time to think about it now, and a "fish that slipped through the net" had already opened the arch of Anton Saroon's hospital room and rushed in. Insominia leaped from the dome and ran into the ward.

It seemed that someone had arrived first, and in front of Anton Salon's hospital bed stood a man in black, who could be seen in the moonlight outside the window, and his face was hidden by the hood on his head. The assassin who had just rushed in did not hesitate, drew his sword and rushed straight at the man in black.

"How-how!?" Insominia was a little puzzled, "Are there three groups!?"

The moment the Assassin's sword touched the body of the Man in Black, the Man in Black turned into a cloud of black smoke and returned to his human form behind him. The Assassin seemed to realize that his opponent was behind him, only to see him jerk around and slash at it with his sword. However, the black-clad spell was quicker, and a smoke-like spell wrapped around the Assassin's sword-wielding hand and pulled him up, making a spin in midair. The Assassin let out a scream as his body was consumed by the smoke of magic......

Because Sominia was dumbfounded, he couldn't imagine that such a powerful mage could actually come to assassinate Anton Saron, and before he could come back to his senses, the man in black before disappeared, and there was no teleportation barrier on the ground.

"Stand still, or you'll die!" came Rioi's voice at the door.

Insominia turned around and looked at Reoyi, who was dressed in a red robe, and he wanted to see Reoi's face under his hood, but he didn't give him the opportunity. "Who are you, are you here to assassinate Anton Salon?"

"I am the one who protects Anton Salon!" Leoy approached Insominia little by little.

Inthominia held the hilt of the sword behind his back with his left hand, ready to draw his long sword and fight the opponent at any moment, "How can I trust you!?"

"You can't beat me!" Rioi's tone began to become calm, as if he didn't care about Inthominia at all, "As an apprentice summoner, you should go back early and enjoy your vacation. ”

"If it weren't for your men," Inthominia stared at Rioi, "my holiday would have been better!"

Leoi drew a dagger from his waist and threw it at Anton Saron, a cold light piercing the foggy night, dwarfing Insominia, who was known for his speed. The dagger plunged deep into the table beside Anton Salon's bedside with a muffled thud.

"If I wanted to kill him, it would be easy. ”

Rioi's boasting in such a calm tone was really infuriating, but because Sominia also knew that he was invincible, watching Rioyi stride out of the hospital room, his nerves, which had been tense before, could finally relax a little.

"This person shouldn't be an assassin, otherwise he would have done it a long time ago!"

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Dreams, Anton Saron clearly knew that it was a dream, but he was still willing to enjoy this fleeting world. There were white snowflakes in the sky, and there was a white snowy scene in sight, and Asrema and Insominia stood not far from them, both wearing thick robes, blue wool scarves and gloves that Eroni had given them.

"Can you catch my snowball?" Asrema shouted as she threw a snowball at Anton Saron.

Anton Saron smiled and turned to the side with his head in his hands, Asremma's snowball striking him and shattering. "I'm going to fight back!" he laughed as he grabbed a cloud of cold snow and held it into a snowball.

"I'll help you hit him!" was Arrowney's voice, who somehow walked behind Anton Saron and threw a snowball at Asremma.

"Oh!" Asrema yelled, and Eroni's snowball hit him in the neck, "Honey, it's so cold!"

Anton Salons grinned, he hadn't laughed like this for a long time, or he hadn't had real happiness with Ben, maybe the so-called true happiness could only be obtained in dreams. The buddies had a great time, throwing snow balls at each other, laughing and thinking about how to hit the target accurately. Anton Saron is more suited to share the joy and happiness of others than to join it, which will make him feel more present.

Dreams were short-lived, and Anton Saron knew it was coming to an end, for he heard noises that weren't dreaming, but before he could say goodbye, there was a word he had to say—"

"Can I be your friend?" Anton Sharon felt large tears welling up in his eyes.

"I think so!"

It was Insomina's soothing, magnetic voice, and at the same time, Anton Saron felt his hand being held tightly by a pair of large, warm hands, but when he tried to open his eyes to confirm, he found it blurry, as if someone had given him a pair of glasses made of ground glass.

"Anton Saron—" As Thominia stopped talking, his eyes widened, some kind of clear liquid quivering in his sockets, "He—his eyes—"

"Anton Saron, look at me" Asrema stretched out a hand and shook it in front of Anton Salon's eyes, "Can you see it?"

Anton Sharon rubbed his eyes, only to feel that they were extremely sore, and as soon as he removed his hand, a piercing pain quickly spread from his eyes to his whole body, "Ahh

Eroni put her hand to her mouth, her beautiful dark eyes filled with tears, and for the first time she looked at Anton Saron with a pity, sad expression. Of course, anyone in this world will have such an expression when they see their once emerald eyes, which have turned blood-red from injury.

"I can't see anything—" Anton Salon, crying, his eyes aching as if they were on fire, "this—it really hurts!"

"What's wrong with him—" Mentor Krossos strode in, standing in place as if under some spell when he saw Anton Saron's terrifying red eyes.

"Baby, baby, don't cry" Sivir hugged Anton Ssalon, who was trembling, tears streaming from her ruby eyes, "If you don't cry, it won't hurt, baby-"

"Anton Salon" Insominia grabbed Anton Salon's arm tightly, "calm down man, your eyes hurt a lot, you can't cry anymore, otherwise you will—"

Anton Salon, who gradually stopped crying, closed his eyes and opened them again, repeating this movement many times, and although it would cause him great pain, he still hoped that the next time he opened his eyes, he would be able to see what was in front of him. However, this is just a luxury.

"He—can he—can he, Mentor" Asrema saw Krossos standing there like a log, and nudged him hard, "Mentor!?"

Krossos woke up from a dream, and he seemed to want to keep himself from seeing Anton Salon, "I'm sorry, the effect of Zingana's fire magic is too strong, and Anton Salon's is not proficient in mastering the Life Death Wish, so this level of injury cannot be repaired." ”

Anton Salon's violent tremor startled Sivir, and everyone present focused their eyes on him, only to see that he suddenly raised his left hand, and at the same time, the fingers of his left hand lit up with a dazzling blue light.

"It's a Cutting Charm!" shouted Inthominia, "stop him!"

Sivir grabbed Anton Saron's raised left hand and suppressed the power of the Cutting Charm, "Baby, don't do anything stupid! We'll all help you, we'll always be there for you!"

"My eyes—" Anton Saron stretched out a hand and opened his fingers forcefully, but he couldn't see anything clearly, as if there was a thick fog all around him, and his eyes could only feel light, and there was only a misty white light in his vision.

"I'm sure you'll see it again!" Insominia's tone was surprisingly firm, "Valoran has many excellent summoners, mages, and runemancers, and there's always one who can heal your eyes!"

Anton Salon, who preferred to believe that Insominia was telling the truth, also knew that there was little hope, and when he thought about his future life and the many unfulfilled wishes he had, he immediately lost his direction and the courage to hold on to his beliefs.

"Can you go out first?" said Insominia to the others except Anton Salon, "I have something to say to Anton." ”

In normal times, Anton Saron would have been moved by the fact that Sominia could call himself by a nickname, but now, his blood-soaked eyes shone with the most desperate light in the world.

After everyone walked out of the ward, Insominia sat down at the head of Anton Salon's bed, took out the "Summoner's Diary" from his coat pocket and turned the first page, "Anton, do you remember the "Summoner's Diary?"

As if he hadn't heard, Anton Ssalon lay on his back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Insominia looked at Anton Salon, then focused on the title page of the book, "This is a banned book, the League of Legends and the Eight City-States* have listed them as banned, but it is the most well-known magazine in Valoran, and it is treated as such because it deals with the corrupt life and political darkness of the aristocracy. He paused, looked at Anton Sharon carefully, and saw that the other party still did not reflect and continued, "I will leave for a while, and when I come back, I will read you an article in a magazine every day, to be safe, I will take this one first!"

Anton Saron turned his head slightly, he knew that Inthominia had left his hospital bed and was walking towards the door, he should have wanted to say something, but at this moment, in addition to endless darkness in his mind, it was endless despair.

"There's an interesting article in this issue of Summoner's Diary," Insominia said before leaving the ward, "and the title of the article is 'The Third Eye of Life,' which refers to the eye of our hearts, which I don't quite understand, but I think you'll get it slowly." With a unique perspective on the world and destiny, you will become a transcendent being. ”

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Anton Salon, who had not been seen for two weeks, seemed to be getting worse and worse in his heart, although the bruises from his eyes had cleared under the care of doctors and nurses. To prevent his conjunctiva from bleeding again, doctors placed two leaves of the plant on his eyelids and covered them with thick gauze. For nearly ten days of indistinguishable day and night, Anton Saron had a real taste of pain and fear, his eyes burning from time to time to know that he was about to lose sight, and the fear of darkness in his heart made him fall into the abyss of helplessness and despair. Sleep became a luxury for him, and once he fell asleep, terrifying figures and bizarre visions filled his mind, chaotic, dignified, and unbearable.

Anton Saron guessed that it should be night, because he didn't hear any footsteps or human voices, and since his eye injury, his sense of hearing and touch had become extremely sensitive, and he could distinguish the slightest sounds such as breathing, and he could even analyze a person's body shape, mood, and whether he could spell a spell by feeling the changes in the air current. But it also meant that he would have trouble sleeping and the pain would become extremely intense.

"You're afraid of the dark, aren't you?"

Anton Salons was startled by the sudden voice, he didn't feel that anyone had come in, but what surprised him even more was the voice, it was all too familiar, yes, no need to do any analysis, it was his own. At the thought of this, he desperately pulled the gauze that covered his eyes off, even though it was pointless.

"Do you see me?"

What Anton Saron didn't expect was that he actually saw the person in front of him clearly: unkempt black hair, eyebrow arches like the moon of Emei, emerald eyes, and double eyelids in his left eye and a single eyelid in his right eye. "I—why can I see?" asked Anton Salon.

"Because I made your eyes. The other replied.

"I don't know what you mean!" Anton Sharon looked puzzled.

"My eyes are your eyes, because I am you!" the other self curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile that is difficult to describe in words.

"Since you are me, why can I see you?" Anton Salon, still unable to understand, because he did see a person who looked like himself, standing beside the bed.

The other self suddenly sat down at the head of Anton Salon's bed and stared at him with those beautiful green eyes, "Because only you can see me! I am the one who knows your pain best, and I am the one who understands you best, because I am you! From now on, believe me, join me in cursing those who hate us, curse those who look at us coldly!"

"But—" Anton Salon, avoiding the other of his piercing gaze, "my eyes—"

"I can make you see!" the other self hugged Anton Ssalon's shoulder, it was a real touch, "Listen, Anton Salon, we are one! With me, you can see everything you want to see as before!"

"Okay. Anton Salons nodded, "I'll listen to you!"

The other self showed a sly smile, "Very well, now it's time to start our revenge, revenge on all those who laugh at us, revenge on all those who ignore us! And Eronia, kill that girl! And then there are Asrema and Insomina, we saved them, but they are still indifferent and don't even come to visit us! We kill them together!"

"But—but I'm the least gifted summoner, I—" Anton Saron looked unconfident.

The other self let out a wild laugh that startled Anton Sallon, however, what was even more terrifying was next—the other self raised a hand, a powerful magical force that made his body and the air around him extremely cold, and his hand hanging in the air slowly made a grasping motion, only to hear the sound of glass shattering, and the porcelain vases on both sides of the arched door disappeared immediately.

"This—this is—" Anton's eyes widened, he couldn't imagine what kind of spell it was.

"This is a spell we developed!" said the other triumphantly, "When Stanley taught us to use runes, we cast a spell by mistake, but we created this powerful and terrifying spell as a result. Let's give him a name, well—how about a 'glamorous funeral'?"

"This spell—this must be in the realm of dark magic!" Anton Sharon shuddered involuntarily.

"Yes, yes, add Frost's attribute changes to the gold magic and perform atomic-level attacks on enchantment targets, destroying their structures and thus disintegrating them!" the other explained.

"This is the guy who was captured by the Inquisitor!

"Anton Saron, you fool, you fool!"

"Fool, coward, the most untalented summoner!"

"I'm so disappointed in you, Anton Saron!"

"Disappear from my eyes! I don't want to see you again!"

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"Who's the person you hate the most!?"

"No doubt, it's Anton Salon!"

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"You're not against me doing this, are you?" asked Yvonne.

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"Even what you think is your best friend is handing out the badge of the 'Anti-Anton Salon' Committee for others!"

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"How did I hear that Anton Saron likes you?" Kimber looked at Anton Salon, who was not far away, with disdain

"Who said that!?" Arrowney nudged Kimberly hard, "That sounds really disgusting." ”

"Yes! I think only bears or dryads would like that!" Kimberly laughed loudly.

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"I wonder why he's the only one who can't learn this spell!" Asrema said to Insominia beside him.

"Probably someone who wasn't born with the talent to learn magic. Insominia replied in a low voice.

"However, shouting about his wishes and ideals all day long, and saying anything to protect his beloved, I don't think anyone wants to be his beloved!" Asrema looked at Anton Salon, who was not far away, with the eyes of a cockroach.

"The dreamer, the dreamer, for now, he is the former. Insominia glanced at Anton Salon, turned and left. 」

"This is truly a world worth damning!" Anton Saron's tone suddenly became extremely cold, he would never speak in such a tone, "If you live for a second, you will suffer for a second." ”

"You can call me 'Scottze*' in the future" The other self nodded with satisfaction, "We are one, and together we have come to take revenge on this damned world!"

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It was snowing again at the War College. It was probably the heaviest snow since the beginning of winter, and the white snowflakes were like flying catkins, holding up a white curtain that encompassed the sky and the earth under the blowing of the wind. Inside this white curtain is a white world, white towers and halls, white snow and silver-covered plants, so serene and calm, as if the world is still except snowflakes. Every snowflake is a pure elf, they dance lightly and gracefully, performing beauty and elegance in the vast world, maybe their life is as short as a sigh, maybe their fate is a tragic reincarnation that is difficult to break free, however, they are still tirelessly jumping and interpreting, as if to say: the other place is the end, but also the beginning.

Anton Saron sat up slowly from the bed, and although his eyes were covered with thick gauze, he could still hear the sound of snowflakes falling, and he tried to imagine a beautiful snow scene, but the scene shattered the moment it was constructed, leaving him with only a slight sigh.

"Who are you?" said Anton Sharon in a low voice, his words devoid of emotion, as if he were a talking machine.

"Very powerful perception!" a tall figure in a red robe appeared beside Anton Saron, "It seems that after you lost the light, you gained more powerful abilities. ”

"Be my eyes, Scottzer!" Anton Saron whispered, his words tinging with emotion.

"Scottze!?" The red-robed man looked around the ward, but found no one else, "Who is Scottze?"

"Another me. Anton Saron got out of bed and stood beside the red-robed man, "I haven't seen you!"

The red-robed man's eyes widened, he took off his hood, revealing short blonde hair and a handsome face, "Y-can you see me!?"

"Well, the red robe, the eyes as black as Eloni, the skin as fair as Aslema, and the look as strong as Inthominia!" Anton Saron accurately depicted the appearance of the man in red, whose eyes were always covered with thick gauze.

"Y-how did you do that!?" said the man in red in surprise as he stepped back.

"Scottzer borrowed my eyes," Anton Saron approached the man in red little by little, "I was able to see anything I wanted!"

"Scottzer!?is it — the eye of the mind!?" the man in red had retreated to the wall of the room as he spoke.

"Your name is Leoyi, and you just became a League of Legends hero yesterday under the name 'Children of the Storm'" Anton Saron stopped.

"You-" Leoyi opened her mouth wide, "this is mind reading!? no, it's more powerful than mind reading, it should be called mind reading." As far as I know, only the Invoker family has this ability, but the Invoker family no longer exists, and they need to stare into other people's eyes to get their memories, but this family is blindfolded—"

"Don't guess, I won't hurt you" Anton Saron turned around, returned to the hospital bed and draped the quilt over himself, he looked a little cold, "Actually, I'm weak. ”

"I can make you stronger, whoever you are!" Leoy looked at Anton Sharon expectantly.

"You are as eager to be recognized and respected as I am, to be precise, I don't want that anymore," Anton Sallon said somewhat contradictory.

"As a summoner, you need to have your own blood pact and summon powerful heroes to fight for you!" said Rioi, who seemed fascinated by Anton Salon's abilities.

"Blood Pact, a runic spell written by fusing the blood of a summoner with the blood of a hero or other creature. Enables summoners to summon heroes or creatures they have signed a blood pact with at any time. Anton Saron memorized the definition from the textbook.

"Not bad. Leoy pulled out a scroll and opened it, and there was a rune spell that shimmered purple on it, "This is it, my blood pact. ”

"Why should I trust you?" questioned Anton Salon.

"Because you and I are both outcasts and unrecognized," said Rioi seriously, "there are currently no summoners willing to sign a blood pact with me, and you have always been known as the most ungifted summoner. ”

"Scottzer, can we trust him?" Anton Sharon turned his head to look at the pillow on the bed.

"He's a mighty warrior, and we're going to use him, yes, to use him—"

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In a small pavilion in the Romantic Park of the White Tower, Arroni, Asrema and Insominia sat around a stone table, talking about something with serious expressions.

"What you say is true?" Asrema looked at Aroni in surprise.

"Yes, that night, I wanted to bring him some cakes," said Eloni, nervously, "and it turned out that Anton Salons was talking to himself, saying something like that. ”

Go on. Inthominia held her chin in her hand and looked at Eroni intently.

Eroni swallowed dryly, "Later, I was afraid that something would happen to him, so I went again, and found a man in red, who said that he was going to sign a blood pact with Anton Saron!"

"Blood Pact!?" Asrema exclaimed, "It sounds incredible, how could anyone sign a blood pact with him!"

"Honey," Eroni tucked her head into the collar of her trench coat, "Anton Saron seems to have gained a terrifying ability after losing his sight, his perception has become extremely powerful, and he can still feel that I am right at the door after I use the Phantom Body of Light*. And—he could—he could access other people's memories—"

Asrema and Insominia were there for a long time without speaking, and they looked at Eroni's big frightened eyes and knew that everything she said was true.

"Mind Vision" Inthony was the first to break the deadlock, "The ability that only the Invoker family has, and the foreknowledge ability of the Amuel family is called Valoran's most powerful ability." It seems that Anton Sharon is really the queen of the famous family. ”

"Impossible," Asrema looked puzzled, "The family of the Invokers ceased thirteen years ago, and the descendants of their family were secretly executed by the Inquisitor. ”

"It's just rumors, after all, it's the Invoker family who created the blood pact and summoning system," Insominia said with a frown, "If this family is wiped out, then the system will collapse and the League of Legends will collapse." ”

"May I ask about the blood pact, is it dangerous to sign a blood pact?" Arroni asked suddenly.

"To be precise, it is very dangerous, the person who has signed a blood contract with the summoner or other creatures, as long as they kill the summoner, they can permanently obtain all the abilities of the summoner," Insominia looked disdainful, and both Arroni and Asrema understood that this meant that he was very serious now. Similarly, summoners only need to modify the rune spells on the blood contract to choose to enslave, control, or kill the person who signed the blood contract. He continued.

"Then I can understand," Asremma's eyes wandered between Eroni and Insomina, "that Anton Saron is in danger. ”

"This red-robed man that Eroni is talking about must be the same guy who protected Anton Saron a month ago," Insominia lowered his head, his brow furrowed, his mind doing a quick analysis, "and—the injury to Anton Salon's eye was not caused by Singana at all. ”

"What——!?" Arroni and Asrema said almost in unison, and they both looked at each other.

"Think about that battle," Inthominia looked at Aroni and Asrema earnestly, "Anton Saron's shield was wide and protected almost all three of us. Moreover, the flames did not penetrate the shield, but were neutralized by the power released by the shield. ”

"Who hurt his eye!?" Asrema asked.

Insominia immediately remembered that night a month earlier. 「...... The black-robed man stretched out a hand and pointed it at Anton Sharon, and at that moment, Insominia rushed in through the open window, drew his long sword behind his back, and slashed at the man in black. Unexpectedly, the man in black grabbed his longsword with his other hand and broke it. Inthony didn't hesitate, he stabbed the man in black in the chest with his broken sword, however, the moment the broken sword touched the body of the man in black, the guy disappeared. Before Inthominia could turn around, the man in black grabbed him by the neck from behind with his large, dragonskin-gloved hand, and for a split second, he felt like he had lost all his strength, so much so that as soon as the man in black let go of his hand, he fell to his knees......

"It's that guy......" Insominia whispered.

[Author's Note]

* Annie: Eroon's nickname, Westerners like to use nicknames to refer to their family and close friends. Sivir usually refers to her students by nicknames, except, of course, Anton Saron.

* The Eight City-States: Demacia, Noxus, Zaun, Ionia, Guilgewater, Pitts, Freljord, and Yodel, the eight city-states that are the main states and regimes of Valoran, as well as the city-states that signed the Crystal Oath with the League of Legends.

*Scotter: schitra, derived from the English schizophrenia, which means schizophrenia.

* Phantom Body of Light: Arronie's best spell, this spell is unique to her, the effect is to channel the energy of light to make herself invisible, the power of this spell is that it can hide all the breath and sound of the caster.

【Original Heroes】

Rioi, Child of the Storm

Hero Positioning: Warrior

Hero Attributes:

Health: AverageSkill: Hardness: Normal Melee Attack: Strong Magic Attack: Average

Hero Skills:

Q Whirlwind Halberd Dance

The Stormchild Dance moves its twin halberds to spin and deal damage to all nearby enemies (AD+0). 5) for 1 second. After this effect ends, the Stormchild will direct magical forces to create a magical wind blade that will impact the fan area in front of it, dealing magical damage (AP+1) to enemies in its path. 0)。

W Scarlet Wind Wheel

Active: The Storm Child wields a twin halberds and spins to create a magical barrier to protect himself, during which all physical attacks are ineffective for 2 seconds.

Passive: After casting the Scarlet Wind Wheel, the Stormchild may gain a "Revenge" effect that lasts for 3 seconds, and the next attack will cause AD*0. 8 extra damage.

E Storm Lion

Summons two lions to attack enemies for 5 seconds, after which the lions detonate themselves, dealing magic damage to all nearby enemy units and slowing their movement speed by 20% for 2 seconds. The Lion will only attack the target that the Children of the Storm are attacking.

The Way of Infinity

The Children of the Storm are well-versed in the Infinite Realm, throwing a Twin Dragon Halberd that bounces at enemy heroes for damage (+0. 6AP), dealing double damage if there is only one target. Immediately after the effect ends, instantly teleport to the back of the last hero who has been damaged by this ability, and stun them for 0. for 5 seconds and deal 2 times the damage of normal attacks.

Passive Wind Chaser

When Storm Child attacks or is attacked, his movement speed is increased by 3% for 3 seconds, and the effect stacks up to five times.

Hero Description:

Leoy is a powerful melee Carry hero who can choose between AP and AD routes, and can easily take away the opponent's back-row crispy with skill combos and unmatched pursuit ability. In addition, due to the existence of the ultimate "Infinite Dao", his team combat ability is also very strong. However, the biggest flaw of the Stormchild is that he does not have a control skill, and can compensate for it with weakness or a large ice hammer.

Backstory:

(*Stay tuned)