Four

Time: Midnight

Location: The Obsidian City, the seat of League of Legends, in front of the Great City Gate

Characters: Lariva, seven high-level mentors of the War College, twenty-eight members of the "Dawn Star" organization, seven red-clad inquisitors (most of the characters are only backgrounds, mainly showing Bezod and the five disciples)

(¤The camera begins with a quiet night sky at midnight, a rare clear night with a silver moon hanging high and stars dotted with stars.) Then it shows the big city gate in the night, and the characters who appear. The surrounding light was dim, illuminated only by torches in the hands of a few inquisitors. Not far from the members of the Dawn Star, seven carriages were parked, each equipped with three purple-skinned tall horses. )

(¤Lariva and the seven High Masters discuss something, while the Dawn Stars chat with their friends)

Fronsa: (looking at the quiet night sky) It's outrageous to be in such a place, this kind of time gathering!

Insominia: I think so too.

Anton Salon: Well, Eroni, are you healed from your foot injury?

Arroni: (wraps his arm around Anton Salon's neck) Well, well, my little henchman has learned to care for me now!

Asrema: (looking at the purple Hextech horses) I'm surprised, why didn't you just send us there with a teleportation spell!?

Fronza: Since all the waypoints are under special supervision, we are on a secret mission this time, which is too ostentatious.

Asrema: How many days does it take to get to the Surrima Desert by horse-drawn carriage?

Fronza: These are Zaun's horses built specifically for League of Legends, and they have a very nice name, the "Herbivorous Adult Hextech Horse", which is said to be as fast as a mechanically powered vehicle.

Asrema: The Zaun are best at bragging, and the name sounds disgusting!

Fronsa: Then you can go on foot, I guess by the time you arrive, Anton Salons will already be a father!

Anton Salon: (helplessly) Teasing me again.

Asrema: (angry) You long-haired, smelling ugly bastard! I'm going to kill you right now!

Insominia: (smiles) You can't beat him, Asremma.

Asrema: (yelling) When did you stand on his side!

Insominia: Always, we've always been in one camp.

Arroni: (leans over to Anton Salon, whispering) Hey, little follower, this time I've studied a few plans to tease Asrema, and I need your cooperation, I'll tell you one by one-

Anton Salon: Well, I'm sorry to interrupt you, we're going to die this time, and we don't seem to have time to do that.

Arroni: (pats Anton Salon's on the back of the head) You're going to die——! hmph, if you don't want to cooperate with me, forget it, you still curse me!

Fronsa: What are you working on, stupid woman!?

Arroni: (glaring at Fronza) I'm researching how to frame you!

Fronza: Oh, yes, that's great! Do you want me to turn your boots into heels?

Arroni: (prepares to punch Fronza) Y- you bastard-

Fronsa: (glancing at Eloni) Hmm? (gesturing at Arrowny's shoes) It's going to change!

Arroni: (turns around) Hmph——! you know how to bully me!

Anton Salon: Well, Mentor Bezord is coming!

(¤Bezod Goes to the Five Great Disciples)

Bezod: There was some time delay, so you have to leave right away. Before I set out, I give you an order - this mission is the sole responsibility of Fronsa, and you must obey his orders!

(¤Fronza looks at his companions one by one, with a clear ostentation complex, and both Asrema and Arroni glare at him fiercely.) )

Fronsa: (bows to Bezord) Thank you, Lord Bezord, for your trust!

Bezod: One more thing, Asrema, Insomina, Anton Salon, and Eroni, no matter what enemy you encounter, don't hold back and fight with all your might!

(¤ Shots of Asrema, Insomina, Anton Salon, and Eroni)

Lariva: Young people of the Dawn Star!

(¤Everyone in the Dawn Star, including the seven High Teachers, has their eyes on Lariva)

Lariva: You will soon be escorted by the Inquisitor in a carriage to Hank Guard on the border of the Surrimar Desert, where you have been told that Hank Guard is your starting point. For you, I have only one word, I wish you to complete your tasks as soon as possible, recapture the rune amethyst, and return safely!

Bezod: Alright, it's time for you to go!

(¤The five disciples bow to Bezod in unison, then walk to a carriage)

——

(¤The carriages departed one after the other, and the judges, who had just been armed with torches, became grooms, and they sat at the front of the carriages.) )

(¤The Five Great Disciples sit in a spacious and ornate carriage)

Fronsa: Alright, guys, as your leader, allow me to give my inaugural speech!

Asrema: Can I choose to just kill you and then not listen to your nonsense?

Insominia: (smiles) You can't beat him, Asremma.

Asrema: (angry) I see——!! you've said it many times——!

Fronsa: (holding back a smile, pretending to be serious) As a leader, I will forgive your youthful ignorance!) )

Asrema: (pointing at Fronsa) Fronsa, you bastard! It's like you don't sleep on this journey, and as soon as you fall asleep, I'll stab you with a dagger!

Fronza: Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. I'll wait until you're asleep. (laughs again)

(¤Asrema was so angry that her face turned green.) )

Eloni: (yawns) Oh——! no, I want to sleep as soon as I get into such a comfortable carriage, little attendant, borrow my shoulder!

Fronza: Hey, stupid woman, my shoulders are wider than his, lend mine to you!

Eroni: Oh, no! (glancing at Fronza) borrowed you, I'm afraid I'll never wake up again when I fall asleep!

Fronsa: Why!? (picks up his robe and sniffs it, immediately showing a look of disgust) It's time to wash it, it looks like it hasn't been washed in a long time!

Insominia: (smiles) I'm glad you realized that!

Fronsa: By the way, Anton Salon, did you see your sister today?

Anton Salon: No (with a disappointed expression), I waited for her for a long time and she didn't show up.

Fronza: As you described, your sister doesn't look like someone who would break an appointment!

Anton Salon: I feel the same way, so I'm worried about her now!

Alroni: Don't worry, little follower. When I went to the hospital last week, I saw your sister, she was very nice and she was protected by Akali.

Insominia & Fronsa: (in unison) Akali!?

Arroni: yes, don't you know the famous Shadow Fist?

Fronsa: Anton Salon, your sister is in trouble!

Anton Salon: (wondering) Why!?

Insominia: Her trouble is that Akali isn't dead.

Anton Salon: That must have been cured by my sister! Does it matter? Listen to you, Akali must die!

Fronza: For a long time, only those who had signed a "steadfast contract" knew about the existence of runic amethysts. In addition, as long as you know its existence, you will definitely be wiped out by League of Legends!

Asrema: What is the Steadfast Pact?

Fronsa: A kind of high-level confidentiality contract. To put it simply, it is an agreement signed to ensure that a certain secret is not leaked. Once the contractor violates this contract, he will die a miserable death!

Anton Salon: According to what you just said, we didn't have a "firm contract", so—

(¤Everyone present except Fronza had a look of surprise, and they all knew what Anton Salon's unfinished words were.) )

Fronsa: Even if we get the rune amethyst back, we will be executed by the League of Legends. As long as we are alive, we risk leaking the top secrets of the Alliance.

Asrema: Wouldn't we just sign that contract too?

Fronza: It's not that simple, stupid! The person who signed that contract is called a "contract keeper", there can only be thirteen contract keepers, and if you exceed or reduce it, the contract will be invalid!

Arroni: Let's run away!

Fronza: (chuckles) Do you know why every carriage is equipped with an Inquisitor to be a groom?

Insominia: (nods) For this moment!

Asrema: Can't all five of us beat him? (glancing at Fronsa) Aren't you very strong? Go, kill the Inquisitor!

Fronza: Don't make it that simple, if that were the case, I would have killed our grooms!"

Insominia: If we run away now, we are wanted, and we will live a life on the run!

Eloni: No, I don't want to die! How could this be——!

Fronza: Rest assured, you should be glad that the leader is me, and that Lord Bezod will not sit idly by.

Aroni: You have a way to get us out of this!?

Fronsa: Assuming that we are still alive at the end of this mission.

Anton Salon: It turns out that this is the fate of the summoner.

Fronza: Are you trying to say that the word "miserable" is no longer indescribable?

Five

Four days have passed since departure. Anton Saron and his carriage were left far behind, but despite this, they had reached the southern part of the Surrimar Desert, 1,780 miles from the War College. The biggest advantage of the Hextech Horse over other vehicles and creatures is that they don't get tired and always maintain the same speed. The final fate of these creatures is to die on the run, and luckily, their intellect does not understand the concept of death. The Surrima Desert has always been a sacred place for archaeologists, and although there are countless people who have never returned, all those who have come back alive have returned with a full load. Beneath this dead desert lies countless treasures and exquisite artifacts. "Surima" is the Elvian word for south, and was once one of the "Seven Acropolis" of the Kingdom of Agat, and the largest of the "Seven Acropolis". During a magical war more than a thousand years ago, the city of Surrimah was transformed into a desert by ancient forbidden magic. Amazingly, magic engulfed the entire city in yellow sand, while the tall stone pyramid buildings remained. This has been an unsolved mystery for more than a thousand years.

"Ahh

"There are only two bags of water left, you have to save some, or we'll have to drink urine for the next two days!" said Fronza, his face visibly darker than it had been a few days ago.

Eroni just wanted to raise the water bag and take another sip, but when she heard the second half of the other person's words, she almost didn't spit out the sip of water she had just drunk. "You're disgusting, aren't you!" She glared at Fronza fiercely, then touched her red face, "Oops, I haven't showered in four days, it's so uncomfortable!"

"It's nothing if I haven't taken a shower for four days, I haven't washed for a month!" Fronza put his arm on the window, looking out the window at the vast yellow sand, revealing a leisurely expression.

Asrema spat out the cake she had just eaten, "You bastard! I don't know what kind of monster you are, are you proud of it?"

"Hey, I can't help it, I've been an orphan since I was a child, no more noble than you!" Fronza glanced at Asrema before continuing to admire the vast desert.

"You-" Asrema pointed at Fronsa, her cheeks, already red from the heat, now looking even redder.

"Actually, he has a point, we are indeed not like you nobles, we have new clothes to wear every day, and we can take hot showers every day. Insominia smiled and patted Asrema on the shoulder.

"You've been assimilated by that 'stinking rag', haven't you!?" Asrema looked up and down at Insomina, who was wearing a sleeveless shirt and two muscular arms that looked like they could strangle a buffalo to death. "If I make it back alive this time, I invite you to my mansion in Noxus and experience the aristocratic life for a few months. He continued.

Anton Salon, who was sitting in the innermost part of the carriage, was a little moved, and he wanted to say, "Can I go too?" but after thinking about it, forget it, if the other party refuses, he will be very embarrassed.

"It's not uncommon, aristocratic life is nothing more than having wine to drink during the day and women to sleep in at night, and you will feel bored when you think about it!" Fronza continued to admire the desert style as he picked his teeth with his hand.

"Isn't it rare!?" Asrema frowned and pouted, "Even if you kneel on the ground and beg me, I won't let you step into my mansion!"

"When will I get to Hank's sentry, I'm dying of dry food every day!" said Eloni, pouting.

"At this rate, noon will be the day after tomorrow!" replied Insominia.

"Noon the day after tomorrow?" Eloni poked her head out the window, "What time is it?"

Fronza had wanted to answer Eroni's question, which he thought was "stupid", but the sudden change in the weather made it impossible for him to find out the answer accurately. For some reason, the sun, which had just been hanging high in the sky, suddenly disappeared, and the earth was plunged into darkness. The "Hextech horses", which had almost zero intelligence, were still running tirelessly, not noticing the changes around them.

"Oh my God, what's going on!?" Eroni gripped Anton Saroon's arm tightly, her long nails digging into the flesh of the other. Still, she couldn't feel the slightest comfort, because she couldn't see anything, and she had begun to feel that she was holding Anton Salon's arm.

"Fronsa, what's going on?" said Asrema, who, like Arroni, couldn't see anything, as if he were blind. His hands flailed wildly, trying to grab onto something.

"It's magic, we've fallen into someone's spell!" As soon as Sominia finished speaking, the carriage jerked violently, his body losing his balance and crashing into someone.

"Ahh

"Don't be afraid, it's me, are you Eroni?" Fronza felt himself grasp a very silky hand, he was sure it was Eroni's, "Great, this is your hand!

"Fronza, now is not the time to think about this!" Insominia whispered to the side, "we need to figure out what kind of spell this is and who the caster is!"

"I can answer you now, Insol!" Fronza patted Inthominia on the shoulder, having used his psychic eye to gain the opponent's position, "This spell is called 'Nightfall', and it is a very powerful forbidden spell that obscures the enemy's vision and stuns them. This spellcaster is now near us, very close to us!"

"I'm a little scared! Help——! is there anyone to help!" Instead of shaking off Fronsa's big rough hand, Eroni gripped it tightly. Anton Salon, who was sitting on the side, was holding her other hand at the moment.

"Calm down, Eronie!" Anton Sharon squeezed Eroni's hand and slowly closed his eyes, trying to find the spellcaster with the eye of his mind. In fact, he found it almost immediately, and the caster was a person he knew very well. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt very sleepy, his body became paralyzed, and his mind began to blur. He tried to wake himself up, but it was too late, and he quickly fell into a dream that felt like a free-fall body had been pulled closer to the ground by gravity - and in this dream, there was nothing but a large blur of white light......

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Anton Saron felt as if he had had a long dream, but he couldn't think of anything about it at the moment. The only thing that made him sure he had woken up was to see Fronza sitting on a blanket eating bread, and if this was also a dream, then he must have gone crazy. "Hey, what happened just now!?" he rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"Didn't you sleep just now?" replied Fronza indistinctly, his cheeks bulging like two balloons.

"I mean, after we fell for that spell!" Anton Saron said, looking around him, Arroni and Asrema were lying asleep on the ground.

"We're all asleep!" Insominia walked from behind Anton Salon, throwing a piece of bread to the other party, "I woke up and saw that Fronza was pitching a tent, and we were somehow sent here!"

"Incidentally, our carriage has been destroyed, all three horses are dead, and so is the inquisitor who watched over us!" Fronza motioned with his eyes to look at the pile of broken wood in the distance, and the carcasses of the horses beside the pile of wood.

"I saw the spellcaster, he was—"

Fronza raised a hand and interrupted Anton Salon's words, "Just know it yourself, don't say it." Now, we're going to think about something more important, this isn't Hank's Outpost, it's a voodoo land!"

"Voodoo Lands?" Anton Sharon looked around, and except for a large forest a few dozen feet to the south, the rest was an endless wasteland. Looking at the gray sky again, the sun was obscured by the dust and fog in the sky, and it was impossible to tell what time it was.

"We're in a very delicate position, this is the southernmost point of the Voodoo Lands, and that forest is known as the Plague Forest!" Flornsa pointed to the dark, dead forest on the face of the guide.

"Why is this happening?" said Anton Sharon with a puzzled expression.

"That's the question we want to ask. "We seem to have been brought here on purpose, and in my judgment, they are trying to sabotage this mission!"

"But we can't complete this mission at all!" Anton Salon, who was even more puzzled, knowing that this mission was to send him to his death.

"It's very simple, the people who brought us here are in the same group as Cogwen!" Fronza threw the remaining bread in his hand into his mouth.

"What are we going to do—" Anton Sharon conjured up the figure of the spellcaster, unwilling to believe it was true, but the truth was in front of him.

"Well——!? where is this?" Eroni rubbed her eyes and sat up slowly, "You're all awake!"

"There's one else who hasn't woken up!" Fronza glanced at Asrema who was still asleep.

"Now we are in a dilemma, staying here is not the way to go, but entering that forest is tantamount to seeking death. Insominia paced.

"The Dawn Star has entered the Plague Forest with the exception of us!" Fronza pointed to the footprints on the ground not far away, "They don't know that it is safest to stay in the Voodoo Land!"

"Ahh

"The fact that the living can't enter means that you are warned not to go in!" Fronsa's face was helpless, "Your analytical skills are not much better than Anton Salon!"

"I—" Eroni and Anton Sharon said the word in unison, and they immediately exchanged glances.

"Come on, you guys, don't think of any tricks against me!" Fronza saw what the two were thinking, he sighed and looked at the dusty sky, "Hey, this is really a good way to wait for work, and the Dawn Star has been destroyed!"

"Aren't we still there, we can turn the tide!" Erooni looked confident, though she didn't know where her confidence came from.

"Look—there's a man there, as if they're coming toward us!" Inthominia pointed to the other side of the forest, where a figure was indeed approaching.

Eroni immediately hid behind Anton Saroon, looking at the figure with trepidation, dripping cold sweat oozing from her forehead, "That can't be- some monster, right!?"

"I'll take a look, you don't move here!" Fronza had just finished speaking, and he disappeared from his companions.

"It's too risky——! isn't it," Eroni looked at the figure in the distance, her body below her eyes completely hidden behind Anton Saron's back.

"It's not an adventure for that guy. Insominia whispered.

In less than thirty seconds, Fronza reappeared with his companions, this time to bring back a girl. The girl was not tall, with loose blond hair, and was fairly pretty, but her face was pale and she looked extremely weak. Her maroon robe had been scraped into a number of cuts, each corresponding to a bloody wound

Fronza helped the girl to lie down on the blanket she had sat on before, and then put the index finger of her left hand on the girl's carotid artery, "What's your name?"

"Judy, Judy Horford, is a disciple of the LeBlanc Mentor. Judy said as she burst into tears, "My companions, please, save my companions!"

"Don't worry, we'll find a way to save them!" Eroni walked over to Judy's side and crouched down, taking the other's hand. For the first time, Anton Saron had seen Arrowney so considerate.

"Judy Horford, did you drink the Soul Booster before you entered the Plague Forest?" Fronza asked earnestly as he removed the finger that was placed on Judy's carotid artery.

"Soul Booster Potion—what's it?" said Judy, puzzled.

Fronza closed his eyes and covered his head with his right hand, "Really, didn't your mentor tell you?"

"Fronsa, we haven't heard of the so-called Soul Boosting Elixir. Insominia came up with a large handful of wood in his arms, and with just a few words he had brought wood that could be burned all night.

"The Plague Forest is different from here, it's just that the air is thin, but the Plague Forest is full of all kinds of disease-causing gases, like a poison gas canister!" Fronza explained, looking at Judy sympathetically, "It's a miracle that you can come out of it!"

"If it's just poisoning, the potion we brought could save her. Anton Salonn looked at Judy's pale cheeks, then his gaze fell on Fronsa's.

"Of course, you're right!" Fronza smiled at Anton Salon, "but have you ever heard of mutants?"

"Mutants!?" Inthonya stopped building her bonfire and stared at Fronza, "Hextech's experiments, some humans who have lost their minds due to wrong experiments!?"

"The Plague Forest was originally an experimental base for Zu'an, but later it became a paradise for all kinds of mutated creatures, a forbidden area for the living!" Fronza stretched out his hand and pointed to the forest in the distance, "The Soul Boosting Potion can make humans immune to any poison in a short period of time, if you don't take this and enter the forest, even if you are lucky enough not to be poisoned, you will become a mutant!"

The second half of Fronsa's words made everyone's eyes widen, especially Judy, who had more tears in her gray eyes, fear and sadness were blending in her heart, becoming the most powerful negative emotion in the world, and every minute could plunge her into despair.

"Is there no other way?" asked Aroni.

"Yes, send her back to the War College in three days. Who of us here has the ability to teleport a living person 2,800 miles away? And with absolute precision. Fronza's answer disappointed everyone, but it was also an indisputable fact.

"I see!" Judy sobbed, an extremely sad expression on her face, "You-kill me, I don't want to drag you down!"

"I'm sorry, none of us here can be cruel enough to kill our fellow soldiers!" Insominia replied to Judy's desperate plea with a determined look.

"All right, guys!" Fronza stood up, clasping his hands over his chest, "I have a plan, do you want to listen to it?"

Anton Salon, Eroni, and Insominia nodded in unison.

"Well, before we speak, wake up that stupid nobleman!" Fronza pointed to Asrema who was still asleep, and then set his gaze on Insomina, "Light the bonfire!"