Section 4: Lonely Graves on the Prairie

"Goodbye, my friend, fate can take your life out of this world, but time won't take you out of my memory. I will not weep, because every time I look back on the road ahead, you stand there and never leave......

One

Last night's temperature must have been so low that the grass and trees were covered with white frost in the morning. Anton Saron walked on the stone pavement, clasping his shoulders in his hands to warm himself, and when he looked down, he found that he had left footprints on the fine frost of the stone pavement, and he took a step forward, leaving a pair of small footprints, full and clear, like a mold for making shoes.

However, when he looked back, he found that the footprints were blurred and broken, and he could not even see the shape of the feet. An inexplicable emotion touched his heart, it was a chill, at this moment, it was emitting from somewhere in his mind from his whole body, liquefiing the heat of his body into moisture, and before the moisture could drift into the air, it formed a sharp frost, stinging his 'naked' and 'exposed' skin......

Anton Saron opened the 'door' of the York's tavern, and Salamod had been waiting for him by the window for a while, they were the first guests of the tavern for the day.

"What's breakfast in general, Anton?" asked Salamud, fiddling with a cup-sized gold coin in his hand, which he knew would keep Anton Saron safe.

"I usually pick up food that my friends are still on the ground, bread, sausages, or whatever. Anton Salonn replied.

"Poor child!" Salamod looked at Anton Saron with pity. "But that's okay, you don't have to pick up food in the future! I'll have breakfast with you every morning!"

When Salamod and Anton Salon's breakfast was served, the tavern welcomed a second group of guests, who appeared to be merchants from Demacia, all of them tall and wearing large dark blue hoods.

"When it comes to Demacia, the most famous place there is Demacian cuisine. As Salamo spoke, his eyes kept glancing at the group of merchants, "The store of Debang Cuisine is national, and it is full of the best chefs and chefs in Demacia, and more importantly, everything there is free!"

"Free?" said Anton Sharon with a surprised expression.

"Yes, all the state premises and facilities in Demacia are free! Of course, foreigners must obey the rules when they get there, or they will be caught by the guards and thrown down the seventy-foot-high wall!" Salamud explained.

"Oh—the beggars of Nademacia should be happy. Anton Salong said with a smile.

"There are no beggars in Demacia, children" Salamod swallowed a bun and swallowed it without a few chews, "Beggars only appear in Noxus, and the people of Demacia have always had plenty of food and clothing. If I have the chance, I will definitely take you to Demacia and eat a meal of Demacia there!"

"Really—"

A sudden loud bang interrupted Anton Salon's words, and a man kicked the 'door' open from the outside, and the dozen or so Demacian merchants in the tavern were alerted.

"Where's York? York, hurry up and get me out!" a strong middle-aged man shouted and rushed in, followed by a middle-aged woman.

"It's coming!" "York" ran out of the back kitchen, "Yo! Isn't this Jacks's wife?"

"We're not here to eat! we're here to settle accounts with you!" Mr. Jakes kicked down a chair beside him, his big bearded face flushed.

"What—what's wrong?" said York, looking at the chair lying on the floor with his mouth open, then his gaze falling on Jakes.

"Your nephew Anton Sharon bullied my son yesterday!" said Mrs. Jacks, rubbing her hand against her nose in a crying motion, "My son's teeth are out!"

"Anton Salon——!" York shouted, and ran angrily towards Anton Salon. Before Salamor could react, York had already picked up Anton Salong and walked straight to the back kitchen.

"Wait—wait!" Salamod held up a hand. But it was clearly too late, and Anton Salon's emaciated body looked to York like a 'chicken' cub, and as Salamod shouted, they had already gone into the back kitchen. Mr. Jakes went in with his wife, and just as Salamod tried to follow, the 'door' was locked from the inside.

The back kitchen was cramped with a lot of tools and food, barely enough for Jacksford, Anton Ssalon, and Yorkew.

"What the hell is going on?" said York, rolling up his sleeves, revealing his thick forearms with yellow hair.

"They didn't take me to play, I returned a rock, tripped Jacks, I- I didn't mean to!" Anton Salon's body trembled involuntarily. At this point, he inexplicably thought of Tang, Anrela, and Salamod. However, he knew that no one could help him now.

"Still quibbling!?" shouted York, squirting saliva at Mr. Jakes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jacks, it's me who didn't do it!" said Anton Saron to Mr. Jacks, knowing that it was time for Jacks' wife's intercession to play a vital role, but—

"I'm sorry!?then give me back my son's teeth!," cried Mrs. Jakes in a voice that was harsher than scratching a plank with her fingernails.

"I'll let him return the ——!," Uncle York said, and it was a punch that hit Anton Saron in the neck so hard that Anton Salonn didn't even have a chance to scream and fell to the ground. Uncle York didn't stop, he grabbed Anton Saron by the collar and lifted him up, followed by another punch. The punch hit Anton Salon's heart directly, and he lay on the ground coughing in pain, and some red, foamy liquid was coughed out......

Aunt Jani looked at Anton Sharon who was lying on the ground trembling like a 'cramp', and 'revealed' a disgusted expression, as if it was not her nephew, but a pile of feces. The Jacks' women stood there expressionless, and if they looked any more ugly, they would be mistaken for two statues.

Uncle York was obviously crazy, and he didn't know that his two punches were about to kill Anton Salon. "Get up!" he kicked Anton Sharon with all his might, "Hurry up and get me up!"

Anton Salon's eyes stared blankly ahead, his body twitching violently, and some bloody foam kept coming out of his mouth. York understands this appearance as Anton Sharon running away or ignoring himself, which makes him, already angry, completely become a beast consumed by anger.

Jacks' looked at York, whose eyes were bigger than a light bulb and his face redder than coals, and couldn't help but turn around, they were probably worried that they would have nightmares in the middle of the night.

York rummaged through the cabinets to find something, and those two punches and kicks had already made him lose most of his strength, so much so that he needed to use tools to continue his violence against Anton Saron. A few of the boys came out of the '' room that was connected to the back kitchen, and looked over in horror. For some reason, their eyes widened at the same time, and one of the young men screamed out in a lost voice.

After a muffled "bell!" the whole world fell silent. The young men who came out of the '' room seemed to be frozen in place by some kind of magic, and they all looked at this side with pale faces and dull eyes. Mrs. Jakes also turned her head, and when they saw what they saw, their mouths could not help but open wide, Mrs. Jakes screamed and opened the 'door' of the back kitchen and ran out, Mr. Jakes leaned limply against the wall as if he had been struck from behind, and Aunt Jane stood there motionless as if she had been 'drained' of her soul......

Anton Saron, to be precise, couldn't tell who it was now, his entire head was covered in blood, and I don't know where the wound was, but the blood kept pouring out of his head, forming a pool of blood under him. Salamod rushed in, and when he saw Anton Salon, who was in a pool of blood, his legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground......

"What's going on inside?" said one diner, looking into the back kitchen.

"Looks like we're late, and York must be beating his nephew again!" said the diner who came with him.

The previous Demacian merchants had been keeping an eye on the back kitchen, and the tallest of them suddenly stood up and prepared to walk towards the back kitchen. Just then, a guy in a brown 'colored' cloak and a large hood stopped him. The rest of the Demacian merchants immediately stood up and surrounded the guy in the middle.

"Don't meddle, Demacia!" said the man in the brown 'color' cloak lightly.

The tallest Demacian waved his hand and motioned for the others to return to their seats. As soon as they sat down, Angela walked into the tavern, and a dozen Demacians all focused on her as if they knew her.

"Miss Angela, something has happened to your brother!" said one of the diners, gesturing in the direction of the back kitchen.

Angela hurried to the back kitchen and stopped at the 'door'. She looked at Anton Ssalon, who was lying in a pool of blood, and then at York, who was standing next to Anton Salon, who was still holding a bloodstained iron spoon in his hand.

"Anton Saron, he's dead! He's dead——! hahaha! he's dead!!" York's sickly grin, he looked crazy, "We're finally free! We've finally got revenge on that summoner!"

Angela had understood what had happened here, and despite the beads of sweat on her forehead and her body trembling slightly, she tried her best to keep herself calm, she was the only one here who could save Anton Saron. Angela closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, then fell to her knees and folded her hands in front of her chest. A powerful magical power condensed between her fingers, and at the same time, the magic began to glow with a silvery light.

Everyone present looked at Angela in amazement, and the diners in the tavern gradually noticed the unusual light coming from the back kitchen.

"What's that?" asked one of the diners.

"It seems like a magical light, it can't be a hero from League of Legends!?" said another diner.

The merchants of Demacia also stood up and looked at the back kitchen together. "Do you ——!?" said one of the merchants, half of the sentence was hidden in his heart, and his companions knew what he was trying to say.

"It seems that this time, we will see a lot of strange things. The leading merchant took a sip of his glass.

"Uncle!" Anrela called Salamod.

"Yes!" Salamod woke up from a dream.

"I'll trouble you to take my brother to the church hospital in a moment. Angela said.

"Good!" replied Salammod, looking at the light in Annella's hand.

With the index finger and middle finger of her left hand, Angela gently touched the wound on Anton Salon's head, and her right hand held the wrist of her left hand. They are in a trance, and their minds are unable to make any judgments, so that they can't tell if this is a real scene or their own hallucination.

"Alright, this should be done!" said Anrila softly, and as soon as the silver light faded, people could see her beautiful cheeks again, which were already covered with sweat.

Salamud walked over and tried to pick up Anton Saron, but when he saw Anrela, who was pale and sweating, he gave up on that idea. "Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.

"Uncle—" Anrela's body went limp, and she collapsed into Salamod's arms, "I'm going to trouble you this time, and send both of us siblings to church." ”

Two

The clouds in the sky are low, so low that the wind can tear them apart, and the sun, which was still high in the sky in the morning, is now hidden in the clouds, as if it can't bear the dampness and cold of the mortal world, and it seems that it doesn't want to see the cycle of reincarnation again. The morning mist had lifted, and their remaining life had turned into the weeping weeps of the grass. This drama performed with life is repeated and repeated on the grassland every day. What has not changed is only the sorrow and cold sigh of 'confusion' and 'blindness'. The sunlight was projected through the gaps between the clouds, and this strong rebellion took several turns and thousands of turns to break free from fate and give a meter of light to the world. However, it still could not resist the endless darkness of the grassland and the clammy 'yin' wind, and after shaking the roar of the heavens, that glimmer of light also disappeared.

Anton Sharon hadn't been back to the kennel for weeks, and Soup didn't know what was going on, and every day he would be standing high on the grass looking out over the road to York's tavern, as he is now.

"Look! Isn't that the dog that Anton Salon's raiser?" said Bangard, pointing to the soup and to his friends beside him.

"That dog is as ugly as Anton Salon!" teased a tall, lanky boy.

"No!" said a short boy with two missing 'incisor' teeth, "it's the dog that's more ugly than him!"

"You're saying he's uglier than a dog!" a handsome boy glanced at the toothy guy, who was taller than everyone else. A long brown 'color' hair, fluttering in the breeze of the grassland, looks quite temperamental.

"Tooth Breaker" smirked twice, "That's what happened anyway!

The boys' laughter reached Tang's ears, and Tang looked over the side alertly, and when he saw that it was Banjiad, he screamed twice angrily.

"It seems to know you!" said the handsome boy to the other friends.

"Yes, Brother Sengana," Bangad replied, "we've all bullied Anton Salon. ”

"Looks like you're not fuel-efficient lamps!" Singana squinted and put his hands in his pockets, "What's the matter, the master is not here, and he has changed to bully other people's dogs?"

"We listen to you, Brother Singana!" Bhangard's eyes flashed with adoration for Singana, and even the freckles on his fat face were made more obvious by this emotion.

"Show us what you're capable of!" said the tall, lanky guy known as "Meaty."

Singana chuckled, every 'hairy' pore on his fair face was releasing arrogance, "You see! This may be a scene you will never see again in your life." He snapped his fingers. Two seconds later, the place where the soup was standing suddenly burst into flames for no apparent reason. Tang screamed and jumped, and although the process only lasted less than a second, the 'hairs' on all four of its 'legs' were scorched.

"Incredible!, Brother Singana!" said Bangerard, looking at the burned sheepdog in the distance.

"Cut! What is this?" said Singana, a look of disdain.

"You—you see—" the boy called "Toothless" cried out, pointing ahead, "that one."

The dead dog is rushing over!"

The companions immediately looked in the direction he was pointing, however, Tang had already rushed to them. "Run, you idiots!" said Singana. Unfortunately, as soon as his words fell, Tang had already bitten Banjiade's foot and neck fiercely.

"Save me, Brother Sengana!" Bangad cried out, his already ugly fat face could only be described as disgusting at the moment, "Save me! I'm going to—I'm going to die!"

"What a nuisance!" Singana gave Bangad a blank look, turning his head to the side and looking at the other two companions, "You two go and kick that dog away!"

"Gaping Teeth" and "Meaty" ran towards Tang and kicked his ribs, head, and legs with his feet, but Tang would not let go no matter how much they kicked him, and Banjiad's foot and neck were already bitten and bloody.

"Hey, you guys!" shouted Singana, who was standing not far away, "get out of the way!"

"Tooth" and "'Meat' Intestine" listened to Zingana, and they immediately moved away from Bangald. Bangard lay on the ground crying wolf, and the word unpleasant could no longer describe his voice.

"Bangard, lie down and don't move!" Singana 'revealed' an expression that was indescribable in words, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and a few white teeth were 'exposed', while his eyes were staring at Tang, as if he had a blood feud with Tang. "Don't move! you're going to die!" he said this, and his expression was terrifying.

"Arcane Barrier: Flame Burial!"

Singana crouched down and slapped the grass in front of him with his left hand, a stream of hot and powerful magic sprinting forward along the ground. Where the magic flowed, the grass that was still carrying the morning dew turned into black ashes, as if someone had just set a fire here. Although the flow of magic was conducted from the ground, it caused a change in the air flow around him, and Bangard felt a strong wind blowing on him, almost blowing his cheeks off. The flow of magic eventually stopped at his foot and neck, and formed a fiery 'colored' enchantment there.

"No! no!" Bangad was so frightened that he almost peed and 'pants', and he trembled involuntarily, as if he had a seizure, and if he tried harder, his widening eyes would fall out of his sockets.

A flash of fire flickered, followed by a scream that could cause an echo. Bangard felt that his foot and neck were less painful, and as he looked there, he fainted at a terrible sight. "Flesh" and "Toothless" also looked stupid, and when they regained consciousness, they ran away screaming like madmen.

"What a bunch of shit!" said Singana, standing up, looking at the billowing white smoke next to Bangad's ankle, "Poor puppy, don't you know how you died?

Author's note

War College

An important part of League of Legends, the War Academy was created thirty-seven years ago by Grand Summoner Exio and is the only training institution for summoners and mages in Valoran. The War College is located in the city of obsidian, where the plot of the first volume of the book mainly unfolds.

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Salamud and Anrela came from the stone path, they had come to deliver breakfast to the soup, and they both saw the back of a sturdy boy.

"Oh my God!" said Salamud, sniffing something in the air.

"What's wrong, uncle?" said Angela, with a suspicious and confused expression.

"Something's wrong!" said Salamud, and ran forward quickly, Annella seeing him so anxious for the first time.

"What's wrong?" Anrela, panting as she followed. Salamud stopped, his gaze resting on the grass not far away.

"That's ——?!" Angela couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand, and she saw Bangad lying unconscious on the grass, and he still had a shriveled corpse next to his bleeding ankle, the whole body was twisted and deformed, and there was a layer of black 'colored' charcoal ash on the surface of the corpse, and under the charcoal ash was curled and cracked bones.

"This magic is terrible!" Salamud frowned and whispered, "Who the hell would use such magic to do to a dog!?"

Angela knelt down beside Tang's corpse, her big beautiful eyes filled with tears, "How could it be- like this? Poor dog, who is so cruel!?"

"This magic is called 'Flame Burial', which is basically black magic, and its effect is to use the power of magic to evaporate all the water in the living organism's body, so that the body loses its vitality and dies," Salamud explained, turning his head to look at the cloudy sky in the distance, "It seems that the village of Doha is not peaceful anymore—"

[Pause]

Three

Anton Salon's eyes gradually blurred when he looked at the unknown tree outside the window, he couldn't see the shape of the leaves, nor the direction of the branches, and he only felt a headache when he saw it, and this pain has continued since that incident. He knew that he was no longer the same as before, that he had lost the mind to make rapid analysis and judgment, that he had lost the ability to see thousands of miles of grassland, and that even making sounds to form language required a difficult process.

The door was opened from the outside, and Anton Salon, turning his head slowly, thinking he could see Angela. However, the person in front of him was Bangard. Bangard was on crutches and his left foot was heavily bandaged, and he was now smiling maliciously at Anton Saron. In the past, Anton Salons could have analyzed many useful conclusions from these details, but now, he can't think of anything. He stared blankly at Bangerard, indifferent to the obscene ridicule.

"I've come to see you!Anton Salon!" Bangard let out a strange laugh when he said this.

"Uh-" Anton Saron pronounced the word with a sound, which was probably the only language he could speak.

"What's wrong? can't speak?" said Bangard, scoffing.

Just then, two more people walked in through the 'door', it was Anrela and Salamod. Anton Salons looked at the two of them without any expression on their faces. In fact, his brain is no longer able to control the 'projection' of emotions on his face.

"What are you doing here!?" Anrela glared at Bangard fiercely.

"I'm here to say hello to your brother!" said Bangard with a strange laugh.

"Get out!" Anrela was really angry, the whites of her eyes red from bloodshot, and her face was full of disgust and disdain, "Get out!" she shoved Bangard.

"Come away, Mr. Piggy, you're not welcome here!" said Salamod with a sneering child.

"Hehe!" Bangard pushed Anrela away with his crutch-free hand, "Anton Saron, listen!" he pointed at Anton Saron and said, "Your dog is dead! Brother Singana killed him with magic! He died before he could scream! Hahaha! Are you funny?"

Anton Salon's eyes widened, and he quickly sat up from the 'bed', completely ignoring the fatal headache. "You-" Anton Salon, holding up his left hand and holding out his index finger, "you-say-what?"

"Your dog is dead!" Bangad's eyes widened and he cried, "It's dead!"

Anton Salon, who didn't know what he was doing, his body was out of control, he rushed to Bangald and fell to the ground with him......

"Anton—"

"Anton, wake up, wake up!"

Time and space were 'chaotic' and chaotic by fate, and Anton Saron had lost consciousness, and his brain was now transformed into a dilapidated projector, playing the images in his memory in a disorderly manner......

[Pause]

Seven years ago, it rained heavily in the evening

"It's been a long time since it's rained so heavily on the grasslands. Anton Sharon walked in the rain with a sheepskin umbrella, and the sound of hunger in his stomach often made him mistake it for thunder. I don't know why, on a rainy day, he was in a good mood, he turned the umbrella in his hand, listened to the rhythmic "pop" sound under his feet, and actually sang:

"In the rain, we are all children,

Listening to the beats and rhythms of nature,

Pick up the wounds of the past

Walk forward bravely

Until the end of the light fades......"

Suddenly, he saw a white 'colored' object in the dense rain curtain, which seemed to be moving. Curiously, Anton Sharon walked up to an abandoned house, the door of which was locked with a rusty lock, and the white object was lying on the windowsill.

"Oh my God!" Anton Sharon found that the white 'colored' object was actually a puppy, and its 'hair' was wet from the rain, and it couldn't stop shivering. "Poor little one!" he picked up the puppy, took it in his arms, and tried to use his body heat to dispel the puppy's cold, "Come with me! I'll take you home!"

......

[Pause]

Seven years ago, kennels

"Hey!" Anton Sharon smiled at the white puppy beside him, "This is my home, and it used to belong to a big dog, but then Uncle York and Aunt Jane gave it to me. ”

Tang Youyi rubbed Anton Salon's arm, and then lay on his 'leg'. "How about being my friend?" said Anton Ssalon, stroking Tang's head, "I don't have any friends yet, and my friends won't take me to play!"

Tang whined twice and 'licked' the back of Anton Salon's hand with his rough tongue. "It's itchy!" Anton Saron laughed, "Oh, don't make soup like that, hehe-"

......

[Pause]

Five years ago, the tavern

"Uncle, please, don't kill it!" Anton Sharon pleaded as he knelt on the ground, tears streaming from his green eyes.

Uncle York didn't care so much, picked up the 'stick' in his hand and hit the soup, saying that it was too late and that it was too soon, and Anton Ssalon used his little hand to hit the soup on the head when the 'stick' was about to hit the soup's head.

"Ah——!h Tang looked at Anton Saroon, and there seemed to be some kind of liquid flowing in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Anton Salon, gently 'touching' Tang's head with his uninjured hand.

"Boy, listen to me!" York pointed to Anton Salon, who was kneeling in front of him, with the 'stick' in his hand, "If this dog hurts someone, I will let you become a dish on the table with it!"

"Thank you, uncle!" said Anton Ssalon, crying, not knowing whether it was tears of emotion or tears. 」

......

[Pause]

Three years ago, the steppe

"Brother Singana, you're going to the War College tomorrow, how about we teach him another lesson today?" Bhangad said to Singana, who was beside him.

"It's better for you to do the bullying thing, I'll just stand here and watch. Singana said, sitting down on a large rock beside him.

"Okay! As a summoner, the first thing you need to have is hand-to-hand combat!" said Bangard, picking up a six-foot-long wooden 'stick', "Brothers, the enemy is ahead, get ready!"

With Banjiade's order, "Huoyazi" and "'meat' sausage" rushed to Anton Ssalon, who was standing there at a loss, with a wooden "stick". Anton Salon's eyes closed, he waited for his little friend's attack, which was already a normal thing for him, however, this time-

Two threatening dog barks resounded through the grassland, and Bangard was so frightened that they threw away the stick and ran away. Anton Saron turned his head and saw Tang standing on the high ground not far from him, a gust of wind blew, and the white 'hair' of Tang and the grass under him danced together like sea 'waves', at this time Tang was no longer a thin sheepdog, but a male lion who dared to compete with any enemy in order to protect his friends. 」

......

[Pause]

Three weeks ago, kennels

"Uncle Salamod said he was going to treat me to breakfast at Uncle York's tavern today!" said Anton Ssalon, stroking the head of the soup, "I'll bring you some to eat!"

Tang Youyou rubbed Anton Saron's arm and whined twice. "I know, I know, I'll be back soon!" said Anton Ssalon, smiling.

Anton Salons opened the 'door' of the kennel and crawled out of it. "Goodbye, my good friend!" he beckoned to Tang.

The soup screamed twice, which meant goodbye. 」

......

Remembering, the large number of memories made it difficult for Anton Saron to breathe, he wanted to 'touch' the soft 'hair' of the soup again, wanted to look at the black 'colored' eyes of the soup again, and wanted the soup to rub his arm again, however, fate had turned everything into an eternal memory, and he could watch it from afar, just like watching the lights of someone else's house. He knows that those who have missed will not come back, and those who have passed away will become a wound with fresh blood flowing forever in the bottom of his heart - in the face of memories, we are all outsiders, just like a faded 'color' photo, the face of the year, even if we remember, how can we prove that it is us?

"Goodbye when we last met...... It turned out to be a farewell...... Originally...... All the goodbyes in this world...... It's all goodbye......