Section 2: Numerical Advantage

"We are prisoners in the prison of fate, and because we carry the heavy shackles that are nailed into the flesh, we have to endure great pain every time we advance. Still, we have to reach the exit of light, where life does not cease, and faith does not die!"

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One

"Help—Help——!"

A boy with brown hair ran wildly, trying to avoid the green pus-stained trees that were so dense that one of his shoulders hit one of them. The impact knocked him off balance, and when he tried to adjust his body and continue running, a tall human with green skin suddenly appeared behind him. It was indeed a human, but it was over 9 feet tall and full of muscles, the biceps were thicker than the largest plate, and the big green bald head was twice as big as a normal human head. The reason why this big man was able to shuttle through the dense forest was entirely due to his incomparably strong body, and those tall and towering ancient trees were as fragile as pieces of paper in his eyes. Everywhere he walked, trees were either uprooted or smashed to pieces.

"Ah——! it's a mutant!" the boy looked back at the green-skinned man, his face filled with fear, "Feguren, help me!"

The mutants couldn't understand the boys' language, and although they were once humans, they were now indistinguishable from beasts. If you insist on saying it, there is a little difference. That is, as long as these guys see a living person, they will not hesitate to kill each other.

"Ah——!h

A miserable cry pierced through the dense poisonous fog of the plague forest and reached every corner of the forest. Don't expect the jungle creatures to be frightened by such cries, as they are something more creepy than the fear itself.

"It's Chems!" said a young summoner in gray robes with a silver coat of arms. He was flanked by two brown-clad summoners of his age, one short and fat, with thick yellow curls, and the other tall, lanky with greasy black hair that looked dull and silly.

"Are we going to save him?Fegren?" the fat summoner looked at the gray-robed summoner, scratching his cheeks covered in red bumps.

"He's dead. The summoner, named Feigren, looked at the place where the screams had just come from, and there was nothing but a towering ancient tree, which was the sunlight projected through the cracks in the trees. Under the sunlight, the dust in the air can be clearly seen, and each grain of dust contains hundreds of thousands of deadly viruses.

"——! Feigren" The stupid-looking summoner suddenly shouted, and his eyes widened as he looked behind Feigren.

"What's wrong, Martin?" said Feigren, looking at his companion with a puzzled expression.

"You-" Martin raised a hand slightly, his eyes almost falling out of his socket, "It's-"

"What are you doing?" said Fegelen, looking at Martin's expression, even more confused. However, just then, a huge spear pierced his chest - he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then slowly turned his head, and he saw the owner of the weapon, a mutant with green skin, it turned out that Martin had just wanted to remind him that there was a nine-foot monster standing behind him.

"You killed Feguren, Martin!" the fat summoner stared at the green-skinned mutant, as if he couldn't figure out if he was alive or dead.

"Hmm!" Martin blinked and nodded quickly, "Let's run, Karen!"

As Martin spoke, another mutant jumped from the tall tree, a guy who was slightly shorter but also more muscular. It is not his muscles that are directly reflected in his strength, but the giant axe in his hand. The axe was big enough to cut off the head of a giant elephant. But this time, it took on a small challenge, just cutting off the head of fat Karen-

Karen's head swirled around the ground, just at Martin's feet. Martin trembled and leaned down and picked up his companion's head, who still had a horrified expression on his face, "You—too—are dead!" he burst into tears.

The mutant with the axe in hand walked up to Martin and looked at him carefully. In his eyes, this human holding the head of his companion was a special existence. Suddenly, the guy bared out a row of disgusting big yellow teeth and laughed. I probably came to the real conclusion that "this human is actually stupider than me".

"Rope Binding ——!" Martin raised a hand and pointed at the mutant, and a thick brown rope immediately trapped the opponent's neck.

The mutant was a little surprised at first, but when he noticed that he had an extra "scarf" around his short, thick neck, he danced excitedly, even though all normal humans would not think it was a dance. The mutant held out his large hand, which still had three fingers left, and motioned for Martin to take his hand and party with him.

"Thorn Rope Bondage!" Martin folded his hands and muttered a mantra as the "scarf" around the mutant's neck suddenly turned into a thorn ring covered with pinpricks.

The mutant is aware of the change in his "scarf", which he understands as the exact opposite. So, he danced more and more, and hummed excitedly. The other mutant standing on the side finally couldn't take it anymore, he threw away the spear in his hand, walked up to Martin, pointed to his companion's "thorn scarf", and then touched his own neck. The meaning of this action is to ask Martin to make a "scarf" for him as well.

"Hey, it's time for the farce to end!"

A young man's voice came from the nearby woods. Martin looked at the source of the sound in surprise and saw three summoners in gray robes come out of the woods. It was the guy who was at the front who had just spoken. The guy looked like he was twenty years old, and he wore a gold headband with diamonds on his head. His hair was magically modified to a fiery red, which made him look a little disgusting.

"You're Martin!" the red-haired summoner began, his tone of voice making people feel uncomfortable listening to it, "Lord Ben, it's the Kimberley!

Martin hadn't seen this Kimberly, but the handsome man behind Kimberly, he knew. An excited expression suddenly appeared on his face, and he raised his right hand and pointed at the man behind Kimberly, "Xingana!

Zingana gave Martin a blank look, then tilted his head to the side. This guy is even more handsome than he was two years ago, and there are not many handsome boys like this in the entire war college. His cheeks are thin and his skin is surprisingly smooth, and if you don't look at his eyes and eyebrows, you'll mistake it for a woman's face.

"Hmph!" Kimberly glared at Martin fiercely, "I heard that you are the one with the highest IQ and the best grades in the War Academy, and now it seems that it is indeed the case!"

"Is that me, among the people you degrade?" spoke Herbert, who was beside Singana, who wore a large hood and was nearly seven feet tall, probably the tallest of all known summoners, and certainly the most burly. He was no less strong than the mutant with the great axe. As he did two years ago, "Iron Summoner" is still his title, except that now, he is limited to his shoulders, arms, and calves. As for whether the big gray robe was still wearing soft armor, it is unknown.

"When will you be able to understand what someone else is saying?" Kimberly glanced back at Herbert before turning his gaze to the mutant with the giant axe, "Let's get rid of this big guy first!"

"Uh-I-agreed, uh-" Martin nodded desperately, his expression no longer able to describe stupidity. Perhaps, his intelligence is really not much higher than that of the mutant.

"One of the summoner's footwork, Ghost Flash——!" A silver glittering sword appeared out of thin air in Kimberly's hand, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the front of Singana and Herbert. A second later, he reappeared where he had been standing. Looking at the mutant with the giant axe, this guy always had his back to Kimberly and the others, even the moment his huge body fell.

Martin sat down on the ground with a thud, his surprise at the dead green-skinned monster and the "thorn scarf" around the other's neck broken. On the broken neck, there was a bloody wound, which was spurting blood outwards at the moment. He couldn't figure out how Kimberly did it.

"Top student—" Kimberly raised his chin and slowly walked over to Martin's side, "You can't even understand the summoner's footwork, do you! You and 'Catfish Side' are our role models! But when faced with a real enemy, why can't you think of a plan at all?"

Just as Kimberly was teasing Martin, another mutant picked up his spear and rushed towards Kimberly at such speed that the guy's running could even cause the ground to tremble.

"Look at it, high-achieving student!" Kimberly patted Martin on the shoulder, and then crossed the long sword in his hand, "Summoner's footwork two, Moon Slash!"

Kimberly suddenly disappeared from Martin's side, and immediately after, a half-moon white light appeared around the mutant's neck. At the same time, the mutant stopped, his yellow eyes widened, he seemed to be using his limited intelligence to analyze what was wrong with him, but the power of life had withered. I heard a loud bang, and there was another corpse on the ground.

"Why did you kill them all?" Herbert looked at the corpses of the two mutants on the ground, scratching his white, fat face, "You're too greedy, at least keep one for me." ”

"Look—" Kimberly pointed to the dense forest not far away, and as soon as he finished speaking, a tall mutant with a great axe burst out, and the thick trunks were shattered by it.

Herbert walked unhurriedly in front of Kimberly and stopped at the place where the monster must pass. At this moment, the mutant had rushed in front of him, and picked up the giant axe in his hand, and swung it towards his head. Herbert chuckled and raised his iron-clad right arm to block the powerful blow.

Kimberly couldn't help but cover his ears, the loud noise Herbert made when he parried that blow just now almost didn't break his eardrums, "You guy - the reason you wear a hood is to protect your ears!"

Herbert ignored Kimberly, and out of thin air appeared in his free left hand, a long-handled steel hammer with a hammer head full of alloy spikes, which were long enough to easily pierce a human body. Except, of course, someone as burly as him. He gripped the handle of the hammer and swung it violently, and the huge mutant was immediately knocked fifteen feet away.

The mutant shook his head, struggled to his feet, and rushed towards Herbert again at breakneck speed. Herbert raised the steel hammer and slammed the head of the hammer off just as the mutant was about to swing his axe to attack. The next scene can no longer be described as horrific, the mutant's hard head is smashed to pieces by a steel hammer, no different from the head being cut off.

"Oops-" Kimberly vomited, "it's so disgusting again! No wonder you always smell so bad, you didn't think it would squirt on you!"

"Killing, it's a pleasure! you know what!" Herbert vanished from his hammer, took a cloth from his coat pocket, and wiped the red and white liquid from his face.

"See—" Kimberly squatted down and looked at Martin, who was sitting on the ground trembling, "the difference between us and you is the difference between the scores on paper, and the difference between you and us is the difference between life and death!

"Thank you—thank you—" Martin looked at Kimberly with reverence, who had now stood up and pointed his sword at him. And he didn't feel it at all, what was emanating from the other party's blade was killing intent.

"Let's take a look at a trick that isn't mentioned in the textbook!" Kimberly said with a smile, "Summoner's footwork number three, hundred turns!"

Martin didn't know exactly what was going on, but he was sure that it was a spell from the other party, and a lot of "Kimberleys" appeared around him, some even floating in mid-air. He didn't know which was the essence and which was the illusion. All he knew was that he was dying, and he couldn't do anything but be afraid. "Don't—don't die—" he cried, big tears sliding down his pimpled cheeks. made that already ugly face a little disgusting.

"Fear, do you feel so close to death? This is the difference between you and me!" Kimberly's voice was everywhere around, and the point where the sound came from was constantly changing, even as fast as the blink of an eye. Suddenly, everything stopped, and the dozens of "Kimberleys" that had just existed in space disappeared. A long sword pierced Martin's chest from behind, and Kimberly turned the sword sideways, and a cloud of blood immediately spurted out of Martin's wound.

"Ah——! help—save me—" Martin cried even harder, and he held out his hand toward Sengana, who was now squinting at him, without a hint of pity in his eyes. Martin finally understood that there was no one in this world who could save him, and no one would even sympathize with him. "Why- I don't want to die- I don't want to die——!" he shouted, and as he screamed, more blood splattered from the wound, and a pool of blood quickly formed on the ground.

"Are you afraid of death?" Kimberly said, leaning close to Martin's ear, and in his words there was no mercy in his words, "but being alive is not necessarily happiness, and for people like you, death is a gift!" As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword from Martin's body.

"Why did you kill him?" Herbert glanced at Martin, who was lying in a pool of blood and convulsing, as if he were looking at a dying ant.

"Do you think that kind of thing will know about the existence of the Soul Boosting Elixir?" Kimberly shook the long sword in his hand, and the blood droplets on the blade immediately slipped to the ground, "Sooner or later, he will become a mutant, and he will inevitably die!"

Two

Time: Unknown (in the Voodoo Lands, it is difficult to tell the time by any common sense)

Location: Southeast of the Voodoo Lands

Characters: Anton Salon, Fronsa, Arroni, Asrema, Insominia, Judy Horford

(¤ Judy Horford was lying on a brown blanket, looking dying, her face pale, her lips purple, and her forehead with protruding blood vessels that were purplish-red.) )

Arroni: (sits next to Judy, looking at each other with pity) What should I do, if this continues, she will die!

Fronsa: (sighs) Right now, only the couple can save her.

Insominia: You mean Gregory Hasta and Amoline?

Fronsa: (nods) That's right.

Asrema: Who are they? I've never heard of them!

Anton Salon: It seems to be the parents of Anne, the Daughter of Darkness.

Fronsa: That's right, leader of the Grey Order, exile of Noxus. It's normal that you don't know, because in Noxus they are forbidden to mention.

Arroni: Do they live in the Voodoo Lands now?

Fronza: Obviously, otherwise I'd be mentioning them for something. Only the "gray order" knows how to survive in such a wasteland.

Anton Salon: What do we do next?

Fronza: I've given command to our wisest Insol here, and he'll do it!

(¤Asrema glared at Fronza fiercely, unconvinced)

Insominia: Okay. Well, the best solution we have at the moment is to divide the troops into two ways. Arronie and Asrema took Judy to the couple. Fronza and Anton Salon, together with me, went into the plague forest to save people.

Aroni: Why should I be with him? (glancing at Asremma) I disagree!

Asrema: I don't agree with your arrangement either!

Insominia: I knew you would say that. (pats Asrema on the shoulder) Aroni is a girl, and it would be easier to leave her to take care of Judy, but she needs a protector by her side, and you are the most suitable!

Fronsa: I agree!(Hands raised) Insol and I both fight in a melee-based manner, with a wounded and a burden, and there is no guarantee of their safety!

Arroni: (pointing to Fronsa) Who do you say is a burden!?

Anton Saron: (walks over to Eloni's side and whispers) It's okay, I'm actually a burden.

Eloni: Are you comforting me? (squinting at Anton Saron)

Anton Salon: (nods) Well, yes!

(¤Eroni punches Anton Saron in the back of the head)

Eloni: Is there anyone like you who comforts others!?

Fronsa: (looking at Asrema) Your Excellency, what is your opinion?

Asremma: Unless you promise me one condition!

Fronsa: Well, you say, on what terms?

Asrema: (smiles eerily) After this mission, you're going to be my servant, and my ownership of you is one year!

Insomina: (embarrassed) Somyna—that's not good—I think Fronza would have been tortured to death by you even if he was lucky enough to survive the mission!

Asrema: That's up to you, if he doesn't agree to my terms, I'll refuse to cooperate!

Fronza: (smiles) Okay, deal!

Insomina: Hmm? You have to think about it.

Fronza: (spreads his hands) It's nothing, do you think it's easy to be my master?

Asrema: (angrily pointing at Fronsa) You wait——! I'll make your life worse than death!

Fronza: Okay, I'll wait.

Insominia: So, then, it was decided. Asrema and Aroni, get ready to go. Is the Soul Boosting Elixir ready, Fronza?

(¤Fronza pulls out three green glass bottles from his pocket and throws two of them to Anton Salons and Insomina)

Judy: (voice faint) Shadow Blade Warrior - Shadow Blade, Warrior -

Eloni: What did you say Judy? (puts her ear close to Judy's lips)

Judy: There's a Shadowblade in the Plague Forest—

Arroni: (to the others) She says there's a Shadowblade in the Plague Forest!

Anton Salon: What——!?

Fronsa: Sounds incredible!

Asrema: Impossible, the Shadowblade is the organization that carried out secret assassinations in Noxus, why did they come here?

Fronsa: Quite simply, they're here to assassinate us!

Asrema: Assassinate us? Are you crazy? We're the summoners of League of Legends!

Insominia: Things can be more complicated than you think.

Anton Salon: Actually, the Shadow Blade has tried to assassinate us a long time ago—but failed.

(¤Asrema, Aroni, and Insominia look at Anton Saron in surprise)

Insominia: (recalling the image in my memory) Yes, I've always thought it was strange, and now I think it is. On Anton Saron's fifteenth birthday, those two men in black were the Shadow Blade Warriors!

Fronsa: Anton Salon, I was assassinated by three Shadowblade warriors before we came here, but their intent was to steal the diary.

Asrema: (confused) Diary?

Insomina: Diary of Tleraz?

Fronsa: (spreads his hands) Obviously! (raises an eyebrow at Asrema)

Asrema: (glaring at Fronsa) What about the diary?

Anton Salon: Ah, taken away.

Asrema: I knew it was going to happen, that the diary was in your hand, like a gold coin at the door, ready for anyone to take it at any time!

Fronza: Don't blame him, I was there at the time, I was careless.

Asrema: (looks at Fronza with disdain) I feel like you're just good at bragging, not a master!

Fronza: I never said I was a master, did I? (Glances over the eyes of the other companions)

Insominia: Alright, guys, at least now we've come to the conclusion that our current enemy is the Shadowblade. And the purpose of their coming here was to receive the task of assassinating the "Dawn Star".

Fronsa: To be precise, they were tasked with assassinating "the descendants of an ancient family".

Asrema: Is it self-righteous judgment again?

Fronsa: (smiles) Well, for now, yes.

Insominia: Alright, everyone, it's time to go!

Eloni: Ah, then you guys - be careful! (looking at Anton Saron, Fronza, and Insomina)

Fronza: What's the matter? Are you afraid we'll never go back? That's very likely!

Eloni: (eyes turn red) Actually, it's better to be bullied by you than never see you again!

Insomina: Don't worry, Aroni, be careful, it's you, we're fine!

Anton Saron: Aroni, I have something for you, can you give me your hand?

(¤Eroni holds out her hand, and Anton Sharon places something in the palm of her hand.) )

Eloni: Little Follower - (Crying)

Fronza: Don't make it like life and death, we're the five strongest men in Dawnstar!

(¤Eroni looks at Fronza with tears in her eyes, and when she sees the other's unusually determined expression, she smiles and nods)

Insominia: Goodbye, Arroni, Asremma!

Asrema: Don't die, you guys!

(¤Anton Saron beckons to Arroni and Asrema and drinks the Soul Boosting Potion.) Fronza and Insominia also drank the potion. )

(¤Asrema picks up Judy and spends off the northern wastelands, and Arroni picks up her and Asrema's travel bags and follows.) )

Fronza: Go, companions!

(¤Fronza, Insominia, and Anton Salon, disappeared from where they had just stood in the blink of an eye.) )

Three

Ten days have passed since the departure of the "Dawn Star" from the War College. Unfortunately, the quest to recover the runic amethyst has gone nowhere. Five days ago, all twenty-eight members were sent to the southeast corner of the Voodoo Lands for unknown reasons. Currently, with the exception of Arroni, Asrema, and the unconscious Jodie Horford, the rest of the team is trapped in the Plague Forest, and their fate is unknown. The Plague Forest is a strange area, where the trees are thick and densely grown. To add insult to injury, every mile there is a glade where the soil is so dry that even weeds don't grow on it. Theoretically, such an open space is set up and encamped, but it is undoubtedly the most dangerous place, because once surrounded by the enemy, there is almost no possibility of escape.

This time, it was the four disciples of Mentor Kieran: Tuke, Scott, Klya, and Elirena. Tuke and Scott are the two oldest of the Dawn Stars, and they are both battle-hardened gray-robed summoners. However, at this moment, there were already nearly a hundred Shadow Blade warriors in ambush around them, and it was difficult for even the best summoners to retreat with their whole body.

"It's a bunch of kids. A tall Shadowblade warrior whispered as he looked at Koria. Standing beside him should be the leader of this group of Shadow Blade warriors, because that guy's cloak is white, and in a group of people in black, such white is very conspicuous.

"What's the matter, McGlone, do you have mercy?" the leader looked at the Shadowblade Warrior who had just spoken, the other party's cloak was dark red, and it didn't look like an ordinary Shadowblade Warrior.

"Nope. The Shadowblade Warrior named McGlone replied lightly.

"Your Excellency, are we going to do it?" asked one of the fighters below.

The leader in the white cloak waved his hand slightly, "Kill or kill!"

The first to feel the danger was Tuke, a tall, handsome summoner. He held a six-foot-long peachwood staff in his hand and a silver belt tied around his gray robe, "Stand back! Especially you two!" he glanced back at Coria and Elirena, both of whom looked frightened, and they sensed the danger around them. At this moment, five four-foot-long blades flew out of the dense forest, pressing towards the four summoners at an extremely fast speed. Tuke raised his staff and slammed it into the ground, and the blades were knocked down by a force as they approached him.

What happened next was too much to see with the eyes, about six Shadowblade warriors came out of the dense forest, and when they appeared next to Tuke, the blades had just landed. However, Tuke, who has been through a hundred battles, still calmly copes.

"Summoner's Footwork 3: Hundred Turns!"

Tuke didn't use any magic, but there was a phenomenon in the space that couldn't be explained by natural science. On the lookout of Koria, there were only a few black shadows moving rapidly, and at that moment, Tuke vanished, replaced by several grayish-white lights. The final result was obvious, and all the Shadowblade warriors who rushed up were killed.

"Oh, is this the instantaneous footwork that summoners invented to fight Assassins and Warriors?" said the leader of the Shadowblades, who was intrigued by the eyes peeking out of the mask.

"Okay—that's amazing!" Koria looked at him with adoration, his hands clenched into fists in front of his chest, "Brother Tuke, what did you just do?"

"Huh, don't you see clearly?" Scott, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses, glanced at Coria, who was winking at him, "Hmph, I know you juniors can't do it!" This is the summoner's footwork, and with a melee attack attached, it looks like there are multiple tuks there, but in fact they are just afterimages left by high-speed movement. ”

"They're attacking again!" Elirina pointed to the Shadowblade Warriors coming out of the dense forest, their numbers were staggering, and it seemed that they wanted to rely on their numerical superiority to finish out Tuk first.

"Huh!?" Scott looked surprised, pushing his glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hand, "I have to help him!"

"I'll go too!" Koria looked determined, ready for battle.

"Come on, you guys take a good look here!" Scott had an extra sword in his hand, "We seniors have a lot to learn from you!"

"But—we—" Koria was a little unwilling.

"Do you need me to tie you up?" Scott leaned his face in front of Koria, and the dark eyes hidden behind the lenses suddenly glared at the boss, "Or do I kill you first!?"

"Ahh——!h

"Hmph, look at it, juniors!" Scott said, clasping his hands together. The plague forest, which never gets windy, is actually blowing a lot of wind at this moment, and the source of those winds seems to be his body.

"Secret Method: Funeral Song of the Wind!"

The sudden gale caught those Shadow Blade warriors off guard, and they could only give up advancing or attacking, blocking their eyes with their hands. However, this move played into Scott's hands.

"Secret Method: Wind Blade Funeral!"

Countless magic blades suddenly appeared in the wind, and the Shadow Blade Warriors were not aware of it at the first time because they were blocking their eyes. By the time they finally realized that danger was all around them, their bodies had been sliced apart by the sharp magic blades. Those who were lucky enough not to be touched by the blade were drenched in the blood of their companions, and the wind gave them the blood of the dead, which was called a funeral.

"Hey, you bastard!Who told you to do it!?" Tuke yelled at Scott, "I can finish them all by myself!"

"Oh, really!?" Scott glanced at Tuke with disdain, "You used advanced footwork to deal with six enemies, I don't think you have the ability!"

"Alright——! that's just you killed!" Tuck said, walking towards Scott with his staff.

"Huh, is there infighting?" the Shadowblade warrior named McGlon frowned, looking at the pair of summoners in the distance. But he soon realized that he had thought wrong. The moment Scott and Tuke met, they swung their respective weapons and knocked out the invisible Shadowblade Warriors beside each other. It turned out that what was just a show was used to confuse those invisible enemies.

"Well done, Scott!" Tuke turned his head slightly, looking at his companion behind him.

Scott scratched the beard on his chin and chuckled, "Who are you talking to? I'm the man who is about to take the six-mantra insignia*!"

"Well, good fit!" the leader of the Shadowblade nodded slowly, then his gaze fell on McGlone beside him, "Won't you meet them if you don't go?"

"Ah, that's exactly what I mean. McGlone had finished speaking and vanished from the leader's side.

Both Tuke and Scott sensed that a powerful force was approaching. However, they all mistakenly thought that their opponents would attack from the front. At that moment, McGlone drew his sword behind his back and dodged behind his opponent at the same time. There was a loud bang, and McGlone and Scott's blades collided together.

"Has the intent been recognized?" McGlone whispered.

"It's fast, Shadowblade!" Scott's face smiled, a smile of satisfaction after seeing a powerful opponent appear, "We just saw the afterimage of you emerging from the front, and you flashed behind us!"

"This is the second stage of dodge, the strongest footwork mastered by the Shadow Blade Warrior, you can actually see through it!" McGlone frowned, he couldn't have imagined that such a young summoner could actually keep up with his speed.

"It's not that it's broken, it's not that it's cracked!" Scott showed an expression that was difficult to describe in words, whether it was excitement, satisfaction, or anger, and the slight upturned corners of his mouth, his frowning brow, and his resolute eyes concealed deep meaning. "When the two of you fight, it's my job to protect my companions!" he continued.

McGlone's eyes widened in surprise, and the words behind the other party tugged at his heartstrings. "I see, behind the protection of your companions, is this the friendship between you?"

"A cold-blooded killer like you won't understand the bonds and camaraderie of your fellow soldiers!" Scott said, unslashing his opponent's blade and plunging his own weapon into the ground.

McGlone immediately realized the intention of the other party's just action, and a circular barrier with a radius of two feet appeared under his feet, and more than a dozen huge vines suddenly stretched out from the soil on both sides of the barrier, all of them attacking him in unison. At the same time, Tuke turned, crossed the peachwood staff in his hand, and silently recited a spell.

"Secret Method: Thunderbolt!"

A sharp bolt of lightning shot out of the tip of Tuke's staff, rushing towards McGlone at breakneck speed. McGlone finally understood how the two of them were fighting—blocking his movements with vines, so that he could not dodge to the sides, but could only jump backwards to avoid the vines, and at that point, cast an extremely fast lightning spell on him. "What a seamless connection spell!" said McGlone, admiring heartily, as he took the spell from the other side with his sword in both hands. The massive lightning sent a blinding blue glow to his blade, and at the same time, the lightning continued to travel downward, from the metal gauntlet to the hilt to his black-gloved hands.

"So—your arm won't be able to be used anymore!" Tuke smirked, slung the mahogany staff over his shoulder.

"Ah, alas, your opponent is me. McGlone wasn't unconscious by the lightning strike, and his arm wasn't scorched by lightning as he had hoped, just white smoke from his black gloves.

"How- impossible!" Tuke looked surprised, he couldn't believe it was real, and his opponent was directly hit by his own spell, but he appeared unharmed.

McGlon slowly raised his hands, his gloves still emitting white smoke, "This is a glove specially designed to fight summoners, made of special materials, and the three forms of spells of thunder, lightning, frost, and fire are ineffective against it. ”

"There's such a thing!" exclaimed Coria, who was watching the battle.

"Got ——!"

It was the voice of the leader of the Shadowblades, who had rushed behind Tuke at the moment, and the other party was staring at McGlone's smoking gloves in a daze. Just as the leader's sword was about to pierce Tuke, a body stood between him and the blade. It was Scott, who had blocked the fatal blow for his companion while he was stabbed in the heart.

Tuke and McGlone, as well as Coria and Elirena, who were watching from the sidelines, were staring wide-eyed.

"Hmm, and such a fool!?to die for someone else?" disdain was written on the leader's face.

"Y-what do you!?" Scott spat out a mouthful of blood, his hands gripping the blade tightly to prevent the blade from piercing himself and injuring Tuke behind him, "It's my duty to protect my companion's back!"

"Scott——!!" Tuke hugged his companion's shoulders from behind, his cheeks flushed with sadness and anger, and tears seemed to roll in his eyes, "Why are you ——!?"

"Tuke, you're my best friend and comrade-in-arms!" Scott stretched out his bloody left hand and shook the other's hand, "I'm sorry, I can't protect your back anymore-"

The leader was eager to spit on Scott, who he saw as utterly stupid and despicable. "Why don't you die soon, what nonsense!?" he said, pulling the blade out of his opponent's chest, and warm blood splattered him all over at once.

"You ——! bastards——!!" Tuke had turned into an angry beast, the whites of his eyes red from bloodshot, and his muscles burning with rage. He helped his companion to lie on the cold ground beneath his feet, then raised his left hand and slammed it to the ground. A powerful magical force was channeled into the soil, and at the same time, the entire glade was enveloped in a magical enchantment that lit up the ground with a blue glow.

"Arcantic Enchantment: Thor's Aria!"

"Run, run into the woods——" shouted the leader.

A huge bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the center of the enchantment. Immediately afterward, the entire barrier lit up with a blinding blue light. The blue light flooded through the gaps between the trees, reaching every corner of the plague forest. In that moment, all the creatures in the forest were blinded by this great light.

[Author's Note]

* Six-pointed emblem: also known as the six-pointed star emblem. League of Legends and Summoners are classified by the emblem worn at the collar and the color of the clothing. The brown-clad summoner wears the bronze bird emblem, the gray-robed summoner wears the silver shield emblem, and the white-clothed summoner wears the six-pointed star emblem.

Four

"It seems, five miles to the southeast, there is a fight. Insominia said as he looked at the place where the blue light had just shone, and although the flash only lasted for three seconds, he had accurately estimated the distance of the light source.

"Are we going to help?" Anton Saron looked at his two companions, and he vaguely felt that there was a power that he was very familiar with in the place where the blue light had just emitted.

"No, the battle will be over by the time we get there!" Fronza leaned down and touched the damp dirt on the ground, then raised his hand, ran his thumb over his index and middle fingers, and sniffed it in front of his nose.

"Did you find anything?" Insominia analyzed the answer from Fronsa's movements.

"It's human blood, left about three hours ago. Fronza looked carefully at the dark green mud, the light around him was dim, but his eyes didn't seem to be affected by this, and he touched the nearby dirt with his hand, "Three people, two of them must have been seriously injured - the other, probably in good condition." ”

"Which direction?" asked Insomina.

Fronza narrowed his eyes and looked at the dense forest in front of him, "If Anton Salonn and I are seriously injured, where will you take us?"

Insominia and Fronza looked at each other and nodded in unison. Inthominia walked towards the dense forest from which they had come, and held her feet in front of a large spider web that was knotted between two large trees. He folded his hands and muttered a mantra as the huge spider web suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light.

"Secret Method: True Vision!"

What happened next was amazing. The spider web suddenly cracked in the middle, and the cracked part shone with purple light, and at the same time, the space where the spider web was located disappeared from the eyes of Anton Saron and the others like an open piece of drawing paper, and was replaced by a certain purple tent, in front of which there was a bonfire, and a summoner in a gray robe was sitting by the bonfire. Anton Saron recognized the man immediately, and it was Singana.

Singana glanced at Insominia and threw a dry piece of wood into the campfire, "What a bunch of impolite people!"

"Who am I supposed to be, it's the strongest of the trio, Lord Singana!" Fronza burst out laughing.

"Is your companion wounded?" Inthominia looked at the purple tent, and in the light of the fire, he could barely see two people lying inside.

"It's none of your business. Singana said lightly.

Fronza slowly walked across from Singana and sat down on a large exposed rock, "We're here to help you, as you can see, the forest is full of Shadowblade warriors. Perhaps, there are only six of us left in the Dawn Star at the moment. ”

Anton Salon's expression was relaxed, he didn't like Fronsa to say that, and his nose felt sour at the thought that he might never see Korya, Aroni, and Asrema again. "If I can sacrifice one of them in exchange for them all to live, it will be worth it!" For some reason, he suddenly had this thought.

"What a stupid bunch!" Singana stood up as soon as he finished speaking, and at the same time he had a six-foot-long white staff in his hand.

"Just as I imagined!" Fronza, clasping his hands behind his head and looking at the few rays of light cast through the cracks in the trees, "lighting a bonfire in this forest is sure to attract all kinds of enemies!"

"Enemies—" Insominia looked around alertly, and while nothing unusual seemed to appear, it was actually dangerous, "Enemies look numerous—"

"Hey, Zingana!" Fronza looked at Zingana's back, "How many bottles of Soul Boosting Potion have you already drunk?"

"Why—is there a limit to how much this is?" asked Anton Salon.

Fronza nodded earnestly, "Obviously, of course there is a limit to such a good potion! The side effects of this potion are extremely extreme, and generally speaking, if you drink it continuously, by the time you reach the 24th bottle, the internal organs will begin to fail." ”

"What will happen then?" said Anton Saron, with a look of horror.

"Once the internal organs begin to fail, they will die within 12 hours!" Fronza's reply surprised everyone present.

"Hurry up, I don't have much time!" Singana whispered.

"It's a pity—" Fronza said, pulling a pencil out of his coat pocket, "we've got about two hundred Shadowblade warriors around—"

Fronsa's words were quickly confirmed, and a large group of Shadowblade warriors wearing black cloaks and masks suddenly appeared in the woods around them. The fact that these Assassins were able to appear in this form was a sign that they had numerical superiority. And relying on this advantage, it is only a matter of time before it wins.

"Insol!" Fronza whispered, his expression becoming serious, "just use that trick!"

Insominia nodded, drew his sword from his back, held it in both hands, and whispered the chant, "The blade given by my ancestors will be unsheathed at night, and everywhere the cold light can reach, there will be blood and wails of the enemy. The ice of Freeljord will be turned into a trumpet of justice, and when it blows, my blade will be indestructible!"

"Secret Method: Rune Enhancement!"

Insominia's feet suddenly appeared a golden magical barrier, which consisted of two concentric circles. The outer one was filled with spells and rotated clockwise, while the inner one was constantly emitting a strange golden light that rotated counterclockwise. At the same time, the long sword in his hand also emitted a dazzling golden light.

"What a spell!" said Anton-Saron, in admiration.

"Look closely, Anton Salon!" Fronza glanced back at Anton Salon, then his gaze fell on Insominia, "It's on, Insol!"

"Summoner's Footwork 1: Ghost Flash!"

Perhaps because of the darkness around him, Anton Salonn never found out where Fronza and Insominia were, and he only vaguely felt two shadows, one white and one black, shuttling between the Shadow Blade Warriors' doors. One by one, the Shadowblades fell, seemingly like live targets that couldn't move. In other words, they are known for their speed, and in terms of attack speed, they are completely suppressed by Fronza and Insomina.

At this moment, a dazzling fire suddenly lit up beside Anton Salon, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that Singana was shaking his staff. At the same time, flames continued to erupt from the tip of the opponent's staff, and the flames did not disappear after the spit, but formed a huge circle of fire above Sengana's head. Or rather, it was more like a small tornado of flames. The air around him began to heat up, and even though he was ten feet away from Singana, Anton Saron still felt like he was about to get burned.

"Secret Method: Firestorm!"

Xingana flicked his staff, and the flames that had been spinning rapidly above his head rushed towards the enemy in front of him like a fiery dragon, and in the blink of an eye, the forest in front of him was in a sea of fire. The dozen or so Shadow Blade warriors closest to him were incinerated into shriveled corpses without even having a chance to scream. The latter ones were slightly better, and they had plenty of time to enjoy the thrill of being scorched by the flames.

Anton Saron felt like a superfluous man, and he couldn't even find a chance to make a move. Of course, this is not surprising, in the War College, Zingana, Fronza and Insol were originally the best three people, and these guys can no longer be described as geniuses. And he himself, once called "the most giftless summoner", "Maybe, I have no value in existence at all!"

Five

Time: Unknown (Voodoo Lands cannot accurately determine the time)

Location: Witchcraft Cottage (Anne's parents' residence)

Characters: Arroni, Asrema, Gregory Hasta, Amoline, "Catfish" Ste

(¤The camera shows Gregory Hasta and Amoline's witchcraft hut, a two-story house made of black metal, with various charms carved into the outer walls, and a black metal door in the center of the first floor.) )

(¤Aroni and Asrema sit at the wooden table in the center of the living room, and next to them sat "Catfish" Side, who was even more ugly than he had been two years ago, with a large mouth more catfish-like and catfish-like whiskers on his lips.) )

Asrema: Sted, why are you here?

(¤Ste scratches the pimples on his face, some of which he scratches off, looking disgusting)

Sd: Uh-mm- I ran away, and my companions died- um, dead-

Eloni: (helpless) This guy is no different from a fool except for his good grades, and he's a cruel fool.

Asrema: (Glances at Arroni and takes a sip of coffee on the table in front of her) So, how did you find this place?

Ste: (giggles) What Anne told me - well, yes, what she told me-

Asremma: Have you met Anne, the Dark Lady?

Ste: Ah-yes- her bear was lost- I helped her find it- yes, I helped her find it-

(¤Both Asrema and Arroni have their mouths wide open.) )

Asrema & amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; Aroni: What——!?

Ste: (nodding desperately) She, she said "Did you see my bear?", and I said- well, I saw! And I- just- took her to the toy store, pointed to the - bear there - and said, look!

Eloni: Okay, so what about the end?

Ste: (shyly smiles) And then—she told me—her parents were here—that her father had a potion—that if you drank it, she would become a puppet—and she would be able to take me with her every day—

Asrema: I see, Anne is trying to kill this guy to quench her hatred.

Arroni: But the kind couple took him in—it's incredible—

Asrema: (glancing at Aroni) Didn't you say you would never talk to me again?

Arroni: (glaring at Aslema) Who- who spoke to you, I'm talking to Ste-

(¤Asrema chuckles and takes a sip of coffee)

(¤Amorim emerges from the back room, a middle-aged woman with curly brown hair, wearing a brown dress, slightly darkened skin, purple-red lips, and a somewhat frightening-looking appearance.) But the teeth are very white, and when you smile, you are like two people compared to when you are serious. )

Arroni: (gets up) Lady Amorim, how are our friends?

Amorim: (smiles) She's fine, she's not in danger anymore.

Asrema: I won't be a mutant anymore.

Amorim: Well, probably not, but it's possible to become a puppet.

Asrema: (surprised) W-what do you mean? Did you give her anything?

Amorim: Don't worry, child!—(pats Asrema on the shoulder) It's okay to be a puppet, if you become a mutant, we'll have to kill her!

Arroni: Oh my God! (shakes Amorim's arm) Please, save her!

Amorim: (pinching Eloni's face) Then turn you into a puppet and give it to my daughter, she will love such a beautiful gift!!

Eloni: Ahhh

(¤Gregory walks out of the back room, dressed in a coarse cloth shirt, with long black hair, a big beard, and fair skin, in contrast to his wife.) )

Gregory: We think about it, but we still think that turning Ted into a puppet will only be a waste of our potion. So, we're going to use your friends and Ste as our experiments.

Asrema: What do you mean?

Gregory: Do you think we're going to save your friends for nothing?

Asrema: (surprised) You- how do you know-

Gregory: (puts his cheek close to Asrema) We've already investigated your details when you came here!

Amorim: Gregory is right, we expected it!

Arroni: In your - expected!?

Amorim: Do you know who sent you here, and why are Shadowblades here?

Gregory: (nods) yes, aren't you- don't you want to know the answer?

Asrema: Who are you? I wondered from the beginning if you were really Anne's parents.

Amorim: Anne is indeed our daughter, our most successful experiment!

Eloni: Experiment!?

Gregory: (clears throat) It's a human experiment, don't get me wrong—

Eloni: (smiling awkwardly) Ah, haha, that's indeed — human experimentation —

Asrema: What secrets do you know?

Gregory: Do you want to know?

Asrema: I think that's nonsense!

Amorim: Then you will send a representative to be our experiment!

Asrema: I've only heard you're Shadowmagicians, not scientists!

Gregory: Alchemy is a favorite of warlocks, we need a lot of test subjects, and human organs are the most scarce experimental materials!

Arroni: So- don't you have a vendetta against Noxus? (pointing to Aslema) This guy is a Noxian nobleman, so choose him, just in time to help you get revenge!

Amorim: (nods) Great idea!

Asrema: (glaring at Aroni) You idiot——! do you know what you're talking about!?

(¤Aroni winks at Asrema in her left eye and kicks him surreptitiously.) Asrema immediately understood what Eroni meant)

Asrema: Well, I'll do your experiments, but only if you tell me everything you know!

Gregory: Very good—noble!

Amorim: The leader of this incident is an organization called the Black Cross of the Roses.

Asrema: I've never heard that name!

Gregory: Of course you haven't heard of it! None of the books record the name, it's only known to a few, and then word of mouth! This organization has been around for thousands of years, since the time of Esidor the Great Shadow attacking Leonte. So, many people believe that Essidor was the founder of this organization.

Asrema: Didn't Esidor be killed by Ouranos the Great?

Amorim: That's right, it was from Esidor that the Great learned of the existence of Acacia, and that led to the prophecy that followed! Ouranos is the creator of the prophecy, and the prophecy is aimed at the "Black Cross of the Roses", Valoran's greatest enemy!

Gregory: Arrowney Bullard (looking at Arrowie), you're also a descendant of the Gula family, so you could be the pointer of the prophecy, or the fulfiller of the prophecy!

Arroni: (surprised) I ——!? prophecy fulfilled—does it matter?

Amorim: Of course, the prophecy is now halfway through. The division of the kingdom of Agaste between Demacia and Noxus and the initiation of five rune wars is the first part of the prophecy, and the fifth rune war of Exsius is the second part of the prophecy, and the third part -

(¤Asrema and Arroni look at Amorim and Gregory intently)

Gregory: The third part we don't know about --

(¤Asrema and Aroni have disappointed expressions)

Amorim: But our guess is that the third part is the way to completely destroy the Black Cross of the Roses. The Black Cross of the Rose is the creator of all the disasters and wars of Valoran, and only by destroying them can Valoran have true peace!

Asrema: So, Kogwen belongs to this organization?

Gregory & amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; Amorim: (shocked) Cogwen——!?

Arroni: That's right, he put the runes—

(¤Asrema immediately covers Arroni's mouth)

Gregory: (looks at Asrema and Aroni) Oh——? ha, I know, you're here on a secret League of Legends mission, and I don't want to know what that mission is.

Amorim: You just mentioned—Kogwen!?

Asrema: That's right, our mission this time is to take something from Curgwen's hands!

Gregory: Give up, no human can defeat him!

Arroni: Do you know him?

Gregory: Curgwen is-

Amorim: Enough! Gregory, they know enough!

Gregory: Aslema Ankaria, you and Ste are going to the lab with me, do you need to put you to sleep first? Otherwise, it will hurt when your stomach is dissected in a while!

Ste: Belly - dissected!? Is that fun?

(¤Asrema gives Aroni a look)

Arroni: That's—Asrema, and I'll tell my companions that your sacrifice has earned important information. We'll have a great funeral for you!

Asrema: (pointing at Aroni) You liar——! I really hate you!

Eloni: I'm sorry, but I don't want to do that, who made you so sad!

(¤Gregory and his wife magically bind Asrema and Ste and drag them into the lab......)

Arronie: (looking at the closed door in the lab) Hey- gotta figure figure it out, or that guy will die!