Section 5: Never-ending

"We are all warriors fighting in despair, with cold weapons in our hands, and in the next second, you may use it to knock down the enemy in front of you, or you may be defeated by the enemy in front of you......

- [interlaced]

One

"Sister Anrela:

It's been a long time since I've written to you, I'm sorry. It's been more than two months since I joined the "Dawn Star", and I spend every day practicing magic, and although it is hard, it is also fulfilling. Dawn Star is an organization directly subordinate to the League of Legends Summoners Council, and the twenty-eight members have signed a secret blood contract, so I can't meet you now, and I can only express my thoughts about you through letters. During the days when I was in a coma, I could hear Koria read the letters that my sister wrote to me every day, and although I had forgotten most of the contents of the letters, the warm feeling gave me a lot of strength. I knew that when I was unconscious, I was still conscious, I felt as if I was fighting someone, but I woke up and couldn't remember anything. So much so that when I was faced with the change in my face, I thought I was still in a dream many times.

Mentor Bezod doesn't allow me and Fronza to associate with the Summoner's Diary anymore, or to keep an eye on it. Can you help me visit Mentor Tegel?Although I would like my sister to secretly send me a copy of the Summoner's Diary, I still don't dare to ask my sister to secretly send me a copy of the Summoner's Diary, but considering that I will face severe punishment from Mentor Bezord. Speaking of which, I really miss that time at the academy, even if it was only a short two years. Every day after the class, I would eat a delicious meal made by my sister and chat with my sister...... Well, I suddenly thought of one thing, has Mocha been in contact with my sister recently? I know it's redundant to ask, but my sister may have felt some of it, I don't know if you've been sad too? However, I have an inexplicable feeling that Mocha should have accepted Eloni's accosting for some purpose, and I don't know exactly what that purpose is. In short, it is impossible for someone like Mocha to fall in love with Aroni.

Sister, Fronza said that the letter should not be too long, otherwise, his protective barrier may become invalid. The letter appears to others to be nothing more than the phrase "I miss you" so that it can pass the review of the Security Affairs Center. Of course, it's also the real emotion I want to express. I'll write to you as soon as I have time.

Love, Anton"

Anton Ssalon's letter was folded and put in a drawer, she stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the plum blossoms still blooming outside the window, a tear flowed from the corner of her eye, sliding down the soft curve of her cheek, "I miss you so much, my dear brother, and you, Mocha Amuel. ”

It was still very cold at the War College in March, and it was snowing all morning, and it didn't stop until noon. Angela moved to a room on the west side of the hospital a month ago, with a window facing the large courtyard. At this time of year, the garden is full of plum blossoms, and some low, unknown trees are also lined up. The sick were usually cared for by monks, who were devout followers of the Ionian Angelic Cult. So, at the request of the monks, two bronze statues were built in the courtyard, which were the angelic sisters Kyle and Morgana. The appearance of these two sisters in Valoran is the best evidence of the existence of this sacred and noble race of angels. Anrila has been studying with Tutor Regiel for more than a year, and her medical skills are now recognized by all the monks in the hospital. Of course, in the minds of patients, this beautiful and kind girl is definitely a goddess-like figure. Whenever she appeared, the patients always gave her their sweetest smile, beckoned and bowed to her, or invited her to eat something delicious. Angela loves this place, she loves everyone here, whenever a patient recovers and is discharged from the hospital, she will draw a picture for each other and send them out of the door with tears in her eyes. She didn't want any of the patients to come back, even though she was friends with all of them.

Angela wiped her tearful eyes, sniffled, and slowly curled the corners of her mouth into her trademark squinting smile, "Uh-oh, I'm a little hungry." Dear Anton, and Mocha, it's time to eat, and although I can't make it for you, you must eat on time—"

As Angela walked to the door, she glanced at a painting on the wall. There are three people in the center, standing in the center, himself, squinting and smiling, and on either side, Anton Salon, and Mocha Amuel, both smiling in the same way. The green grass is blowing in the breeze, swaying its soft limbs, and at the end of the picture there is a lovely wooden house, behind which a morning sun is slowly rising...... It was the picture of Anrela's dream, and it was the most beautiful picture in the world, but unfortunately, it only existed on the quality of the paper.

Two

"Is this the place the intel says?" said the silver-helmeted Grand Commander of Salek, lying on the thick branches of a large tree, flanked by two warriors in white armor and gray cloaks.

"That's right, this is it. One of the warriors pointed to the large clearing under the trees and replied that in the moonlight, the clearing could be seen overgrown with weeds.

"It seems—" Saruk scratched the beard on his chin, "there's nothing out of the ordinary, and there's nothing there." ”

"I also think it's weird, but it's also possible that it's a basement. Another warrior said that judging by his beard, he was about the same age as Sarouk.

"My lord—there's a man there, do you see?" the younger warrior pointed to a large tree near the clearing, there was indeed a dark shadow, but it was too dim to say for sure that it must be a human shadow.

"You two jump down and see what the hell it is!" Saluk ordered the two warriors.

"And what about you?" the little warrior looked in the direction of Salek, where it was so dark that he couldn't see anything.

"I'm here to support you, go!" Saleuk shoved the little warrior so hard that he fell straight from the tree and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ahh

"Ah, ah, I'm sorry, Aven. The older warrior said, who was now lying on top of the little warrior named Aven, "I was also pushed down by Lord Salek!"

"Why——!? why are you all bullying me!?" Evan lifted his companion off his body and rubbed his teary eyes.

"Bastard——! do you know what this place is, how can you make a lot of noise in the enemy's lair!?"

There was a loud shout from Salek above, and the originally peaceful forest suddenly became noisy, and the creatures in the forest woke up one after another, making all kinds of noises. Some huge birds flew up to the top of the trees quickly, trying to see if the idiots were disturbing their sleep.

"And we, he is the loudest! I sympathize with you, Hank, who has to follow such a chief every day. Evan looked helplessly at his companion.

"But don't speak ill of us Lord Salek, he's fine except for his stupid brain!" Hank said, looking at Saleuk who was still in the tree.

While Evan and Hank were talking, a person had emerged from the forest in the shadows and quietly approached the two. However, as the warriors of the dreadnought vanguard army, they have already felt it with highly developed probing nerves.

"You've been exposed, Demacians!"

Hank and Evan looked at the person who had made the voice, a girl with a ponytail, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a gray cloak and a maroon scarf, and wearing a typical Ionian robe (this robe consists of two sleeves sewn into a rectangular piece of cloth, and the ends of the cloth are folded on the chest to form a six-inch collar). In order to fix the shape, this robe is worn with a wide waist pad). Of course, these are not the characteristics of the girl, and her red forehead guard and mask directly reveal her identity - a unique attire of the Ionian Balanced Samurai.

"Are you from the Sect of Equilibrium?" asked Aven, judging by the look in his eyes and tone, he didn't have any affection for the Sect of Balance.

"Order, one of the Three Shadow Samurai, my name is Akali!" the girl replied in a low voice, her dark eyes glowing in the moonlight.

"We're here on a mission, so what are you here for?" Hank said with a noticeably more polite voice, but considering the identity of the other party, he still put his right hand behind his back so that he could draw his saber at any moment. However, he was surprised to find that Akali was not armed.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm here on a mission. Akali said as she walked to the center of the clearing, where there was nothing but tall weeds.

"So—we're kindred spirits?" Saluk suddenly appeared beside the two warriors, startling them.

"We have the same information, Lord Salek. Akali glanced at Salek, and then walked around somewhere in the middle of the clearing, as if there was an obvious object standing there.

"Have you found the entrance, Lord Akali?" Saluk crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Akali earnestly, to be precise, he was indeed looking at the other party, from the red leather boots half-hidden in the weeds, to the ponytail with a red headline on his head, his eyes seemed to have great night vision, and he could clearly see all the details of the other party.

"Hey, hey, sir!" Hank patted Sarukh lightly on the shoulder, "Saliva - your saliva is coming out!"

"Ahh Saleuk hurriedly wiped his mouth with his sleeve, "Ah, don't get me wrong, I just suddenly feel a little hungry!" He smirked when he finished speaking, and Hank next to him replied with the same smirk.

"Alright, alright, seniors—" Evan looked at the two warriors who were older than him helplessly, "If the mission is not completed, Lord Galen will be punished!"

As soon as they heard the word "punishment", the smiles on the faces of Salek and Hank immediately disappeared without a trace, and the two of them cleared their throats together and looked at Akali not far away with serious expressions. However, for some reason, when they saw Akali, their eyes became a little glazed, as if it was a natural thing.

"It's a pity that such a good girl became an assassin. Hank whispered.

Saleuk nodded desperately, and with each nod, he would say a "hmm".

"What a shame!" said Aven as he walked up to his two companions, "What a disgrace to the Dreadnought!"

"The entrance has been found! here it is!" Akali pointed to the only piece of land beneath her feet that was free of weeds, then turned her gaze to the three Demacians, "Why don't you come and make sure?"

In the blink of an eye, three Demacians who were still standing ten yards away from Akali appeared beside her, but the speed did not make her express any surprise. However, something that surprised her soon happened, as a fourth person appeared nearby. The appearance of this man was something that no one expected.

"Y-who are you?" asked the little warrior Aven, who couldn't see anything clearly, but could only faintly see a vague black shadow not far from everyone, the only thing he knew for sure was that it was a person.

"Good evening, guys, I'm sorry that my presence took you by surprise. It was a middle-aged man's voice, which sounded quite magnetic and mild-mannered. However, there was an unsettling power in the force field around the person.

Akali took out a red headband from her pocket, tied the ends of her hair, and never took her eyes off the man, even though she couldn't see the opposite look or clothes. The three Dreadnought Vanguard warriors also looked nervous, and Hank and Evan had already rested their right hands on the hilt of their swords.

"Don't be so nervous, guys. The man spoke again, his tone still very gentle, "Let me introduce myself, okay? My name is Curgwen, and I want to be your friend!" As soon as the words fell, a man named Curgewen appeared behind Akali and the others, and the speed was so fast that it was embarrassing.

Akali could see Curgwen's face, which was a young man with a pale face, and despite the maturity of the other man's voice, the age reflected in his face was probably only twenty-four or five years old. Cogwen has a pair of black eyes, and frighteningly, he has no whites of his eyes, and his entire eyeball is black. There is not a single blemish on the pale cheeks, if it is not too pale, then it must be a handsome face. However, there was a faint sense of sadness between his brows, as if he was going through some tragic event. Corgovern was also dressed in a very retro black robe with a leather collar and a row of buttons. The robe was knee-length, but on the foot was a pair of military boots, which looked extremely out of place.

"You-" Saruk felt his body suddenly lose control, and he wanted to get out of Curgwen's side as soon as possible, but his body couldn't carry out the instructions sent by his brain, so that beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"I don't want to hurt you, so let's go. This is not the place you should be. Curgwen turned slowly and walked towards the black forest, his tone still extremely gentle, as if he were really a friend of several people.

"My lord—is this—what's going on!?" said Aven, who fell to his knees, his brown hair already wet, from sweat.

"Wait a minute! Cogwen!" Akali called out to Cogwen, her expression looking calm, but her body was the same as the others, unresponsive.

Corgovern slowly turned his head and looked at Akali, "What are you doing?"

"Who the hell are you, and why do you know my name?" Akali asked, looking directly into Corgwen's black eyes.

"Do I have the right not to answer this question?" Corgwen rejected Akali in a polite tone and way of speaking, but when he saw the other party's extremely resolute eyes, he sighed slightly, "It's a pity, I don't have this authority. ”

"Hey, hey, Akali, see clearly, the other party is very strong!" Saleuk patted Akali on the shoulder, and at that moment, he shuddered involuntarily when he saw Corgovern walking this way.

Akali swallowed dryly, and her legs began to tremble involuntarily, and she wanted to pinch herself in hatred, but her body couldn't move at the moment.

"You two unknown warriors go back, but I want to ask you for one thing. Curgwen pointed at Evan and Hank, "Tell Lord Galen that Akali and Salek have been martyred." Can you do me a favor?"

"You—what did you say—" Hank's eyes widened, he had never been so scared in his life, and it was as if a magic had seduced him and filled his body.

"Please, unknown warrior!" said Corgwen, smiling at Hank.

"Lord Salek——!

"Lord Akali! no! stop——!"

Three

Valoran has always had a saying that April 1 is the first day of spring. The only proof of this is that the temperature rises dramatically at the end of March, even in Freeljord, which is bitterly cold all year round. In the first few days of April, the plum blossoms in most areas will wither, and peach trees that have produced buds in July of the previous year will bloom at this time. This characteristic of the peach blossom makes it a favorite of bards, because all bards are people with dreams, and they want to be like peach blossoms, not afraid of frost and snow, waiting for them to bloom. But everything in the world is contrary to wishes, and it is precisely because people cannot get it that they want to get it even more. However, in the eyes of most people, the peach blossom still symbolizes love, and each pink petal is a captive of love, until it withers and turns to dust, and they can break free from the shackles of love and gain freedom and eternal life.

Anton Saron never understood why Mentor Bezod planted peach trees in the courtyard, so much so that Arroni now has a new hobby of collecting peach petals and drying them in glass bottles. One of the things that touched Anton Salon's great was that Eroni had glass bottles for everyone and marked their names on them, including him, the often forgotten guy.

"My sister's plum blossoms have fallen. "Anton Salon, accustomed to sitting under the peach tree and looking at the pink elves, occasionally a petal would fall on his clothes, and he would always bury it in the earth. He believed that the spirit should have a new home after it died. After a long time, this unintentional behavior of burying flowers has become a habit.

It was another very ordinary morning, and Anton Salon, sitting on a chair under the tree, looked seriously at the "Summoner's Practical Combat Guide" in his hand, an old yellowed book. Beside him sat Arroni, whose role was to provide him with a vision and to read the words in the book. But don't expect this girl to give her love for no reason, and now Princess Eroni has to help Anton Sharon get it to her, even a foot away. For most of the day, Anton Sharon was Elony's servant, except for the time he slept, of course. The Summoner's Practical Guide was given to Anton Salon's birthday on February 22 of this year, and in Anton Salon's own words, "it was the most practical gift", as the book was originally intended for the Inquisitor and Florsa stole it from the library's forbidden section.

"Anton Saron!"

It was Fronsa's voice, Anton Salonn closed the book and stood up, he immediately saw what the other person was holding in his hand - a pair of glasses, he almost realized what was going to happen next, "Good morning, Fronsa!"

"Come, put this on!" Fronza handed the glasses in his hand to Anton Salon, "This is what Mentor Bezod brought you from Zaun, and it is said to be a new gadget invented by the Zaun people!"

"Didn't glasses be invented 500 years ago?" Eloni looked at the glasses in Anton's hand carefully, and didn't see anything special.

"You know even that! I really underestimated you, I thought you were going to hook up with boys!" Fronsa glanced at Eloni with disdain, her lips tilted to the side.

"You've ——! gone too far—" Eroni kicked Fronza hard, knowing that she was deliberately not dodging, "why do you always like to tease me?

"You've been calling Anton Salonn all day long, I'm helping people get angry!" Fronza glanced at Anton Salon, who had already put on his glasses, "Oh——! it's very good, it's so suitable!"

"Wow-" Arroni's eyes widened, and she looked carefully at Anton Ssalon, who was wearing glasses, "Well, it's more like my little henchman!"

"Well, Fronsa-" Anton Salon's vision seemed to be confused, and it seemed to him that there were two couples of Fronza and Eroni around him, "I feel as if I saw a lot of you—what is going on?" ”

"These glasses can help you regain your vision, so you don't need the Psychic Eye—" Fronza replied, but at that moment, a very important question came to his mind, "Wait a minute, Anton Salon, how many of us can you see?"

"You're a fool's question!" Eloni glanced at Fronza with a crooked mouth.

"Well—I'll count, it's like four—ah, no, it's like three—" Antonsalon stammered, feeling his head dizzy, and the number of Fronza and Eroni in front of him was always changing, one moment two pairs, one moment three. And when he closed his mind eye, the image immediately returned to normal.

"Can't you count!?" Eroni covered her mouth and nudged Anton Sharon before giggling, "You're laughing at me—"

"Stupid woman!" Fronza flicked her finger at Ironi's head, "what do you know?"

"Ah——! you bastard!" Eroni screamed as she rubbed her sore head. Fronza grimaced at her and ran away, and she immediately chased after her.

Anton Salon, looking at Fronza and Eroni chasing each other, smiled with satisfaction, whenever this happens, he always feels very happy, but at the same time there is a fear in his heart, "How long can this happy moment last, how many times can it be seen?" This fear is like a giant tentacle, dragging him towards the abyss of despair.

"Anton Salon, do you think you've made progress in the past five months?"

This time, what frightened Anton Saron was the sudden appearance of Mentor Bezod, and he hurriedly bowed to Bezod, "Good morning, Mentor! ”

Bezod sat down beside Anton Salon, looking up at the peach trees full of peach blossoms next to him, "Did you get any inspiration from these plants?"

Anton Sharon also raised his head, he could only come up with the symbolism of these peach blossoms from the bard's point of view, "I'm sorry, mentor, it's not yet-"

"Well, that's right. Bezod whispered, his eyes narrowing as if he were imagining a picture, "These plants are only most beautiful when they wither, and when they wither at the same time. ”

Anton Salons tries to imagine himself standing in a large field of peach petals fluttering in the wind, and these elves have sublimated the last moments of their lives infinitely, transforming them into this sea of pink, interpreting the perfect ending. "It's so beautiful, I can see it. He whispered.

"That's it, in fact, many spells come from people's imaginations. Bezod crossed his fingers together and placed them on his lap, "Anton Salon, let me test your results, how about it?"

"Ah, I, I'm not ready. Anton Saron looked a little nervous, he didn't expect this kind of test to come.

"I'll give you a minute, and in a minute, I can show up anywhere and attack you. Bezod patted Anton Salon's shoulder and disappeared in front of the other.

Anton Salon, convinced that he had been looking at Bezod just now, but his eyes hadn't kept up with the speed at which the other party had disappeared, which surprised him, "What kind of spell is this?"

"Lord Bezod's space-time spell is second in Valoran. He can appear without knowing it, or he can disappear in the blink of an eye. Fronza said as he walked towards Anton Salon.

"What am I going to do? I feel like I'm nervous right now. Anton Saron was telling the truth, his heart was beating faster to the point where he felt palpitations.

"Don't worry, you're not the same as you used to be!" Fronza smiled at Anton Salon, took the other man's arm, and pulled him up from his chair.

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Anton Salonn stood by the gate of the courtyard, his heart was extremely nervous, although he had gradually adapted to the glasses given to him by Bezord, but this did not make him feel easy, after all, he was the strongest summoner recognized by Valoran. He knew every minute that Mentor Bezod could appear at any time and in any way, and that he might be knocked to the ground before he could react.

"Concentrate! Anton Saron!" Bezod appeared beside Anton Saron, holding a silver glittering sword in his hand, and as soon as he finished speaking, the long sword slashed at the opponent's neck at an astonishing speed.

Anton Saron's green eyes widened, although he saw Bezord, the speed of the opponent's blade swing was too fast, he couldn't judge which direction to dodge, and the reflexes he had cultivated during his blindness were useless at the moment. Just as the blade was about to decapitate him, a thick ridge of ice reached out from below the ground at an alarming speed, blocking the blade from his neck. After a crisp sound, the ice edge was shattered, but the attack was neutralized.

Bezod was a little surprised at first, and he swung his blade again, making the same slash several times, and each time the blade was about to slash at Anton Saron, there was an ice edge in the middle. Seeing this, Bezod smiled with satisfaction, "I see, have you learned the spell enchantment of automatic defense?"

"No, Lord Bezord!" Fronza said not far behind Bezord, "Anton Salon's can't learn such a profound spell in such a short time, and the enchantment just now relied on his instincts. ”

Bezod nodded, "I see, it turns out that it relies on instinctive defense, and all the ice cubes that block my attacks are actively cast?"

Anton Salonn was about to answer Bezod, but the other party had already appeared on his right side, the cold blade touching the skin on his neck, making him shiver involuntarily, "How-how-it's too fast, I'm not at all-"

"Are you trying to say that you didn't see how I did it at all?" Bezod squinted at Anton Saroon, his brown eyes shining sharply, "If your enchantment is defended by instinct, then that defense is ineffective when the opponent's speed is faster than your instinctive reactions." ”

"Yes - you, you're right. Anton Salons swallowed dryly, but he realized that the other party didn't want to give him a chance to speak, and the blade swung again, this time straight at his lower back.

However, for some reason, the moment Bezod's blade touched Anton Salon's body, Anton Saron vanished. Bezord put the hand holding the blade behind his back and chuckled twice, "It turns out that you have already taken this into account, so the enchantment under your feet is not just a frost defense enchantment, but also a teleportation enchantment. He glanced at Anton Ssalon, who was standing not far from him, gasping for air.

Anton Salons leaned down, the teleportation spell just now consumed too much of his physical strength, as if he had just run a mile, "Yes, Mentor, that's a double enchantment. ”

"Anton Saron, I have to say-" Bezod turned and looked at Anton Salon, with a blank expression, "You have disappointed me, in five months, you have only mastered this very low-level tactic. This tactic of yours is useless in actual combat!"

As soon as Anton Saron wanted to apologize to Bezord, he found that there was another "Bezord" beside him, and it was a mirror image, and he was pointing the same blade at him at the moment. "I'm sorry, Mentor—I disappointed you—" he said, looking down and feeling apologetic.

"This kind of teleportation between two fixed points, your enemy only needs to master the most basic mirror spell, and it can be easily broken-" Bezod stretched out the index finger of his left hand and pointed at his mirror image, "Just like now, I just need to stand where I am, and you, you can die at any time!"

"I'm sorry, Mentor Bezord!" Anton Sharon slowly closed his eyes, and at the same time, he folded his hands and silently chanted a spell, and his ten fingers burst out with amazing magical power. The ground beneath his feet quickly froze and spread out at an even faster rate...... Looking at Bezod's mirror image, it was no longer a mirror image, but a large lump of ice.

"Oh!?" Bezod narrowed his eyes as he looked at his mirror image of the ice lump, "Turns out that the teleportation point under your feet is also an enchantment that can freeze everything but yourself?"

"Not yet, Mentor. Anton Saron scratched his head and smiled, he could finally relax a little, "I took into account when I was training, and my opponent might use mirroring, so I made this trap. You just said that the most basic mirror spell can crack my tactics, so, I guess this mirror image of yours should be primary, so- I'll try-"

"You just said it was a trap?" Bezod chuckled twice, "So I fell for your trap?"

"Ah, no—you misunderstood!" Anton Salon, bowing to Bezod, his heart straining again, "I'm sorry, I was wrong!

"It's too late!" Bezod slowly turned around and left Anton Saron's defensive barrier. At the same time, Anton Saron had three more mirrors of Bezod by his side.

"Mentor Bezod—are you angry?" said Aroni, tugging at the corner of Fronsa's coat, and whispered.

"Well, well, Lord Bezod originally wanted to play with Anton Saron, but you see-" Fronza smiled as he pointed to Bezod's three mirror images, "Even that kind of advanced mirror spell has been used, Anton Saron, how are you going to deal with it?"

"No——!" Eroni looked at Anton Salon, who looked nervous in the distance, "My little henchman won't die like this!

"Stupid woman, look at it!" said Fronza, smacking Eroni in the head.

"Why do you keep beating me!?" Eloni covered her head and pursed her lips, "You're so annoying!"

"Mystic: Reverse Teleportation!"

A dazzling silver light flashed, and Antonsako reappeared in the defensive barrier he had originally set up, and the mirror image of Bezord, who had been standing beside him, disappeared, and was replaced by some silver fragments, which looked like flying catkins from a distance. Looking at Bezord again, he obviously didn't expect Anton Saron to use this spell, so much so that he needed to use Flash as a defense.

"Huh?" said Arroni, looking at Anton Saron with surprise in her silver-gray eyes, as if she were seeing each other for the first time, "What did he do?

"Look carefully, fool!" Fronza pointed to where Anton Salon, where he had just stood, as if it had been burned by fire, leaving behind something scorched with earth.

"Well, why isn't there smoke——? what did the little henchman do?"

Anton Sharon teleported the space where the target barrier was located back to his double barrier. Because the flow of time and space can break through the mirror image, Anton Saron has perfectly dissolved Lord Bezod's spell!" Fronza explained to Eloni as he gestured with his hand.

"Reverse teleportation!?" Bezod slowly walked towards Anton Saron, he was a little surprised at first, but then showed a relieved smile, "I actually teleported back to the space where the enchantment is located, if you don't dodge in time, you may be squeezed directly into another dimension." ”

"Well, what did the old man mean when he said 'squeezed into another dimension'?" Eloni looked puzzled again.

"Space is like a glass of water!" Fronza said, literally holding a glass of water in his hand, "Look, I'm putting my hand in—" he said, putting his hand into the glass, and most of the water in it overflowed, "Well, that's it, the water is squeezed out!"

"What a spell!" Eloni clenched her hands into fists and held them to her chest, revealing a look of admiration, "My little henchman has become stronger!"

"You're qualified, Anton Salon!" Bezod patted Anton Saron on the shoulder, revealing a kind smile, and obvious wrinkles suddenly appeared on his rather temperamental cheeks, "Although, you are not very mature, and the spell just now can only deal with ordinary summoners." But, for you, that's a lot of progress!"

Anton Saron looked up, he had never seen Mentor Bezod so amiable. He had always thought that the other party was a very stern and old-fashioned person, but at this moment, with tears in his eyes, he could no longer say anything, and only a deep bow could express his true emotions to his mentor.

Four

Time: noon

Venue: Impartial Parliamentary Chamber

Characters: Council of Justice, High Mentor of the War College, Imina (Cardinal Inquisitor), Larry Hughes (Son of Lariva, Cardinal Inquisitor), Corgwen, Akali (Seriously Injured), Salek (Seriously Injured)

(¤The camera follows Bezod through the narrow hallway to a portal with a white swirl, which leads to the Chamber of Impartiality.) The other figures were standing in the chamber, with Akali and Sarukh lying on the ground under their mortal wounds. On the north side of the chamber stands Curgwen, next to the crystal hub, and the camera gives him a close-up: pale cheeks, black eyes without whites, and a frowning brow. )

Curgwen: Lord Bezord! (bowing) It's my pleasure to meet you!

Bezod: (frowns, recognises Curgwen) I don't remember seeing you! (deliberately lying)

Curgwen: (smiles) How do you remember a little character like me?

Lariva: (a little uneasy) Excuse me, why are you here?

Cogwen: The Mandala Chinese organization knew about our actions and tried to disrupt our work. I am negotiating with you on behalf of my master.

Krossos: I don't think you're qualified to negotiate with League of Legends.

Kogwen: (owes) I'm sorry, Master Kross. In my opinion, you are also not qualified to make such statements.

(¤Krossos Table Anger)

Drok: (smiles) Alright, alright, outsider. What do you want us to do?

Cogwen: (owed) Thank you, Lord Droke, for your leniency!

Imina: (confused) I don't understand what you're talking about, the Mandala War, I've never heard of it.

Cogwen: That's a pity! You don't even trust your own people! It makes sense, because deception and betrayal are human nature.

Lariva: I'm sorry, Imina, I'll tell you about that organization alone.

Imina: (respects Lariva) Yes, my lord.

Bezord: We can't accede to your request, Curgwen!

Curgwen: I'm sorry, Lord Bezord!(Bows to Bezord)

(¤Corgwen turned around and walked over to the Crystal Hub, and with his long fingernails left hand, removed the purple crystal from the center of the Crystal Hub.) The light of the entire Crystal Hub immediately dimmed a lot. )

Krossos: Stop——!

(¤Malzaha, LeBlanc, Drork, and Krossos cast spells on Kogwen.) )

"Esoteric Method: Rune Imprisonment!" (from Droke)

"Forbidden Technique: Spacetime Collapses!" (from Krossos)

"Forbidden Technique: Powerful Silence Seal!" (from LeBlanc)

"Forbidden Arts: Hades' Grip!" (from Marzaha)

Curgwen: (chuckles) I'm sorry, your spells don't work for me!

(¤Corgwen just stood in place, not making any movements, but all the spell energy vanished as it approached him, and all the summoners present were amazed.) The camera will give them a close-up of their expressions. )

Bezord: (pulls a pencil out of his coat pocket) Curgwen, are you going to take the rune amethyst?

Curgwen: I'm sorry, sir. I've heard that Rune Amethyst is the source of energy for all Crystal Nexus in the Land of Justice, and if I take it away now, the Land of Justice will not be available for heroes to fight, and League of Legends will soon be in chaos.

Lariva: Who the hell are you, how did you know about the existence of runic amethysts?

Curgwen: I'm sorry, but there are only two things that keep League of Legends alive. One is rune amethyst, and the other is the Book of Blood Pact, how could I not know this?

Bezod: Curgwen, are we running out of negotiations? (The camera gives him the pencil)

Curgwen: (noticing Bezord's hand) Are you going to use that thing against me? (points to Bezord's hand holding the pencil and chuckles) The pencil is still used for writing, and it would be rude to use it for attacking.

(¤ A desperate power erupts around Cogwen's body, a power that can be inexplicably terrifying, and everyone seems to know that there is something they are afraid of, but they can't think of what it is.) )

Bezod: (whispering) Lariva, let him go.

Lariva: (nods) That's all there is to it now.

(¤Curgwen bows deeply to the crowd and disappears without a trace)

Larry Hughes: Father, why did you let him go?

Lariva: We can't fight him here, my child.

Drok: You probably made a mistake, this is the best time to eliminate him, and the best twelve people in League of Legends are here.

Bezod: If any of us here were killed in battle, it would cause a great deal of panic and chaos.

Krossos: Bezod is right.

LeBlanc: Yo, when did you become so timid?

Nasilon Meyer: It's not cowardice, it's a fact. If any of you want to die, no one will stop you.

Droke: Alright, alright, then- what's next? The three adults of the Council of Justice?

(¤ Footage shows Lariva, Nasilon Meir, and Agwana, the three members of the Just Parliament)

Lariva: Bezod, how is Dawnstar's training?

Bezod: It's going to take another two years.

Nasilon Meier: Very well, the League of Legends now has magic crystals, which can be consumed for two years in the Land of Justice.

Droke: Oh, I finally know, that's what you're trying to do with magic crystals!?

Lariva: Drok, none of us thought that the Rune Amethyst would be taken from us.

Drok: Well, relying on a bunch of kids to save League of Legends, just by listening, you know how stupid that is.

Nasilon Meier: Those kids are replaceables, and it's their glory to be able to sacrifice for League of Legends.

LeBlanc: Are you going to send those kids to their deaths?

Bezord: It's a temptation, LeBlanc. Cogwen alone could rival more than twenty of the best summoners, and he was only someone's subordinate.

LeBlanc: I don't understand! (emotional) If you know, why do you still have—

Bezord: (interrupting LeBlan) As a mother, you can abandon even your own son, what could be more cruel than that?

(¤LeBlanc took a step back, tears welling up in her widening eyes.) )

Lariva: Alright, guys, let's just decide, we'll use magic crystals to sustain the battle in the Righteous Lands for the time being. Two years later, the Dawn Star will be our spearhead, paving the way for us to reclaim the runic amethyst. Also, because this incident is an unexpected incident and involves League of Legends' top secrets, I ask you to keep it a secret.

Larry Hughes: Akali and Saleuk will be left to me and Imina, and we'll send them to Regir for treatment.

Five

"What!?, how could such a thing happen!?" Asrema said loudly, his eyes widening wider than a light bulb.

"What are you surprised about? Dinner first!" said Fronsa, shoving a large piece of steak into his mouth, his cheeks bulging like two stuffed purses.

"You only have two years. Bezod smiled at his five disciples, "Knowledge is endless, and the space for you to become stronger is also endless, but time is limited!"

"In two years' time, we're afraid we won't be able to grow into summoners who can compete with that kind of guy. Insominia's expression was serious, and the food on his plate looked untouched.

"The space around us is full of dust, but we rarely see it. Bezod said as he grabbed a handful in mid-air, his hands immediately covered with dust, "Nobody cares about their existence, because they are the smallest things in the universe. However, there is no doubt that everything in the world is made of them! Once they come together, a new world is formed. Once they have power, they are enough to destroy anything. We are all dust, and we can only achieve self-worth by relying on the strength of others and uniting with others. ”

The spacious metal hall suddenly became much warmer, and the yellow wall lamps seemed to be brighter, and the faces of the five disciples all showed smiles. At the moment, each of them is full of confidence and hope.

"Eat dinner first——!" Fronza struck his companions by striking the plate twice with his fork.

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Anton Sharon clasped his hands together, and the ground under his feet immediately froze and spread out in all directions at a rapid speed, but all objects on the frozen ground turned into ice mounds without exception. Suddenly, the ice mounds shattered into pieces and spun rapidly around Anton Saron under the manipulation of some force.

"I'm a speck of dust, insignificant, so fearless—"

"Never-ending knowledge, never-ending practice, and precisely because I am an insignificant speck of dust, I have to tap into the power of instinct. Together with my loved ones, I will condense into the most powerful dust storm in this world, sweeping away all the gloom and sin, and interpreting the ultimate value of self. ”

——

Slowly, Fronza looked up at the peach trees in the courtyard and smiled, and he took a pen and paper out of his pocket to record the beautiful scenery on paper. However, he was unable to put pen to paper for a long time, because his heart was occupied by other things. "I am a speck of dust, never to be discovered, to come silently, to die silently—even if I put the words on paper, who would look at the work of an insignificant man like me?" As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the pencil in his hand at the metal door of the courtyard, only to hear a loud "dang" sound, the pencil pierced through the thick metal plate, and the huge shock wave deformed the whole door.

"Dust, haha, I'm a speck of dust!the most insignificant thing in the world!" Fronza laughed, and suddenly the expression on his face became serious, "So, what's insignificant? I hate people who define people casually!"

——

"Come again!" Asrema shouted to Insominia beside him, already sweating and panting, but still with a resolute expression, as if there was no strength to break him.

"Let's rest for a while, Asrema!" Insominia tucked her sword back into its scabbard and sat down on a nearby stone chair.

"No!" Asrema walked to Insomina's side and looked at each other with a determined look, "We must hurry! There is no end to our progress, but time is limited!"

"It's Mentor Bezod's words again, didn't you say that you don't like him very much?" Insominia smiled at Asrema.

"Ah, I don't really like it. Asrema slowly turned around and looked at the mandala in the distance that was still not withering, "But we are insignificant dust, and only by constantly strengthening ourselves can we let the world see our value!"

"It's not like a nobleman's words!" Inthominia stood up and patted Asrema on the shoulder, "What if it's dust? Everyone has their own form of existence, and it only makes us feel miserable, and we don't need to break it." ”

"Are you willing to be a speck of dust forever?" Asrema looked back at Insominia earnestly.

"What's wrong with dust? You think they're insignificant, don't you?" Insominia took two steps forward and stretched out a hand into the air, "Because it's insignificant, it won't be bound in any way, and if anything, it's only its heart that can restrain them, and that's what it's called balance." ”

——

"Well, that's all done!" Eroni placed six glass bottles with their names written on them on the stone table, each filled with dried flowers, "one for each, even As—even he has it!"

Eloni sat down on a stone chair next to the stone table, and suddenly noticed that the stone chair next to her was covered with dust, "Ahhhh......h No one cares about their existence because they are the smallest things in the universe. However, there is no doubt that everything in the world is made of them!"

"Am I too?" said Aroni, crouching down, looking carefully at the dust on the stone chair. For some reason, she suddenly curled the corners of her mouth and smiled, "It's not bad! With so many friends with me! Well, then, I have to keep up with my friends!"