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Section 2: Love Song of Rain

"I am a passerby in your life, you don't need to remember my appearance and name, you just need to remember: every time you turn around and look back, I stand there, reproducing the smile I smiled when I first touched you with words, and I will not leave until I no longer exist ......in your memory."

[Introduction to the characters in this section]

Anton Salon: The protagonist of this book, a descendant of the Invoker family (one of Valoran's three summoner families in the novel), and a trainee summoner at the War College. In Chapter 3, Section 6, he is blinded by using a forbidden spell to save his companions.

Insominia: The protagonist's roommate and companion, and a descendant of the Spellbreaker family (one of Valoran's three summoner families in the novel) who excel in hand-to-hand combat, come to the War College to investigate the cause of the family's demise.

Asrema: The protagonist's roommate and companion, a member of the Ankaria faction family of the Order of Noxus (the ruling party of the Noxian regime in the novel), a trainee summoner at the War College, and Arrowny's boyfriend.

Eloni: The group flower of the summoner group where the protagonist belongs, a descendant of the Brad family (one of Valoran's three summoner families in the novel), a trainee summoner at the War College, Aslema's girlfriend, and a crush on Anton Saron.

Coria: The protagonist's roommate and companion, a descendant of the Brad family, and an apprentice summoner at the War College.

Angela: The daughter of the late League of Legends hero Elaine the Sage in White (the original hero of this book), Anton Saron called her sister.

Mocha Amur: A descendant of the Amuel family, his father Shuria Amur was one of the previous Guardians of the Mystic of Mayoris, and his mother was the Dragon Guardian Goddess Serra, who first appeared in Side Story: The Guardian of the Mystic Arts.

Bezord: A senior member of the League of Legends Summoner Council, the leader of the War College Summoning Mentor, known as "one of Valoran's most powerful summoners".

Tegel: One of the founders of the forbidden book "Summoning is a Diary", the League of Legends Gray Summoner, then the tutor of the academy's literature class, has always relied on his special ability to hide his identity, and in the first section of the fourth chapter, he became the protector of Anton Saron.

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One

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"Anrila, run!" belito shouted at his daughter, swinging his sword and slashing at an Assassin who rushed up.

Angela ran into her bedroom and locked the door from the inside. She rummaged through the room looking for something, until the bedroom door was slammed open by the assassins outside, and before she could react, a silver blade came at her neck—

"Stop, you bastard!" Berlito stabbed the assassin from behind, "Don't try to touch my daughter!"

Angela finally found what she was looking for - a brown travel bag, which she quickly carried behind her back and walked towards the gate under her father's cover. Berlito had already been wounded in several places, but he still bravely fought the dozen or so Assassins in the house, he no longer felt the pain and fear, and at this moment, it was more important for him to protect his daughter's safety than his own life.

It was less than 20 feet from Annella's bedroom to the door, but this mere 20 feet was the distance between life and death! Annella's white robe had been stained red by her father's blood, and her dark eyes were full of tears, she just wanted to get out of her house, just to save herself and her father from her doom, but at this moment, some warm liquid suddenly splashed on her face and neck—

"Daddy—" Anrila cried out loudly, the remnants of her reason telling her that her father was about to be taken to another world by the Grim Reaper—Berito's body had been pierced by three wide triangular blades, and the Assassins had clenched the blades in order to make their attacks more deadly, and Berito had now turned into a fountain of blood, blood gushing out of the blade's blood groove......

"Ann-Rayla!my-sweetheart!" Berlito slowly turned his head and smiled at his daughter, "I must—live!"

"No, Dad, No——!" Angela's psychological defenses completely collapsed, and she quickly pounced on her father, her white robe completely stained red by his father's blood. However, the light in Berito's eyes was gone, his eyes were half-closed, and the smile of fatherly love still lingered on his face—Angela held her father's corpse and shook it vigorously, how she wished that his father would yawn and open his sleepy eyes as before, and then smile and say to herself, "All right, baby, I'll get up—" but that scene was forever sealed in her memory.

"You'll meet your father soon, little girl!" said one of the Assassins, stabbing the blade in his hand at Angela.

Without warning, a blinding silver light filled the room, and the Assassins screamed and scattered. Anrela didn't know what was happening, she only felt the pain of her collarbone tearing, and in her confusion, she seemed to see an assassin struggling to escape through the doorway with his bleeding eyes covered—"

Angela woke up from her nightmare, and at this moment, Mocha was standing beside her, "You—when—" She glanced at Anton Sharon who was sleeping soundly in the hospital bed, and then hurriedly wiped away the tears that flowed from the dream, "When did you come?"

Mocha Amuel looked at Anrela calmly, as if admiring a beautiful painting, and the latter immediately blushed and avoided his gaze. "I-" he adjusted his mood, "I have limited time, I have a very important matter to ask you, you must tell me the truth!"

Angela put her index finger to her lips to remind him to be quiet, then took Mocha's arm and led him to the door, "What is it, I will tell you if I know." ”

"You're not a descendant of the three major summoner families, but why did the Shadowblade Warrior hunt you down?" Mocha asked straight to the point.

Anrila was bewildered by the sudden question, she never expected Mocha to ask such a question, "I-you let me-" She lowered her head, a little incoherent, "I'm really-"

Mocha looked anxious, after all, he was a different person now, and he didn't have much time to waste. He turned his head slightly to the side, then grabbed Angela's shoulders and shoved him against the wall, "This is an important matter, it's about you, and your brother's safety!"

Angela was frightened by Mocha, she looked at the other in horror, her dark eyes seemed to have some kind of liquid trembling slightly, "You-" She looked at her shoulder, which was being pinned by the other party, and whispered, "You hurt me!"

"I'm sorry!" Mocha immediately let go of Angela and immediately bowed to the other in apology, "I'm really sorry, I was just - a little anxious. ”

Anrela lowered her head and bit her lip, "It's okay, I think—I can answer your question." She paused, slowly clenching her fists, "My mother left behind a picture album with the names of my brother's nine protectors. ”

Mocha's blue eyes seemed to glow, and although his expression was still calm, it couldn't hide the joy in his heart at the moment, "Can you show me the album?" he asked without hesitation.

Angela walked away from Mocha, came to the table next to Anton Salon's bedside, picked up the brown travel bag on it, found a thick picture book inside, and then turned and handed it to Mocha, who had followed.

Mocha took over the delicate album, opened the cover, and a beautiful slender font on the title page immediately came into view:

"It was as if the gods heard my prayers,

They sent an angel to come

Our lovely daughter Anrila,

It will grow like a sprout in spring

The most vivid flowers bloom in the warm summer sun

It bears the loveliest fruits in the beautiful golden autumn

Mom and Dad love you forever

Our love will always protect you

We may not be able to watch you grow up

Can't see you being the happy wife of some hero

But our hearts are forever connected

Thank you for being our daughter, thank you from the bottom of my heart!

- Mother: Elaine"

For some reason, Mocha's eyes moistened, and he felt a power that surpassed any powerful magic, slowly pouring out from between the words and reaching the bottom of his heart. He craned his neck, trying not to let the tears flow, "Can you lend me this album?"

Angela didn't answer Mocha's question, she looked at the album in Mocha's hand, and it felt as if someone was taking something from her dearest.

Mocha read Angela's thoughts, and as he slowly flipped through the drawings of Elaina's mother and daughter in the album, he said, "These paintings seem to have some kind of invisible charm attached to them, and I need time to unravel them." Also, I think it's safer to keep this album with me. ”

"Please don't lose it," Angela begged, "this is the last thing my mother left behind." ”

Mocha looked at Anrela's pitiful appearance and nodded vigorously, "I swear by the honor of the Amuel family! I will protect the relics of the white-clothed sage Elaina with my life!"

"Thank you, Mocha Amuel!" Anrela politely bowed.

The moment Angelella stood up, a red charm-like scar on her collarbone caught Mocha's attention, apparently a new one. Mocha wanted to take a closer look at the scar, but Angela's clothes blocked his vision.

Unbeknownst to him, Anrela turned her back with a blushing face, her two slender hands stroking the hair scattered on her shoulders, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Thank you, Anrela, there are two rings on the table, and you and Anton Saron channel their magical power into the rings if they are in danger. With that, Mocha vanished, leaving not even a trace.

Two

Coria took Anton Saron's hand and walked into the academy hall, it was afternoon, and there were relatively few summoners in class, but it seemed that as long as Anton Saron appeared, people would immediately find the focus of their attention. Ever since he and Coria defeated the Singana trio, no one has called him "the most giftless summoner" anymore, and there are many rumors about that fight, each of which is outrageous, with some even saying that he turned into a man-eating beast and smoked his opponents with bad breath.

"Are you all looking at us in a strange light" Anton Sharon looked around through Kolya's eyes, "I'm sorry, Korya, for dragging you into the water." ”

Coria squinted her eyes and smiled at Anton Salon, "No, I don't care. ”

"Koria!" Anton Saron grabbed Koria's arm tightly, suddenly becoming serious, "Why are you helping me like this?" was the question he had always wanted to ask, but he had never had the courage to say it.

Coria stopped, stared at the golden statue of Axio in the center of the hall, and whispered, "I was also present on the day of the New Year's rally, and I witnessed how you rescued the others, and in my opinion, you are a brave brother!"

Anton Salons chuckled, looking a little unconvinced of Coria's explanation, "Did Insominia tell you anything? ”

"Brother Insol hasn't mentioned you to me. Koria stuck out her tongue mischievously, "But—but I peeked at your diary!"

Anton Saron looked at Coria blankly, without a trace of expression on his face, which did not mean that he thought it was rude for someone to peek into his diary, on the contrary, he was grateful, and in his heart, he very much hoped that someone would read him, and tell everyone that he, like everyone else, longed to merge with everyone, to have a minimum sense of existence.

"Are you mad at me?" Koria lowered her head and shook Anton Salon's arm slightly, "I'm sorry, brother. ”

At this moment, Anton Saron wanted to hug Korya, but considering that this behavior would cause trouble to the other party (this kind of trouble refers to causing Koria to suffer the same situation as himself), he just patted the other person on the shoulder, "How can I be angry with you, only you can make me feel alive, I have nothing but gratitude to you!"

The two Anton Salons (yes, that's exactly what they can call it now) descended under the cold gaze of everyone to a green portal that led to the classroom of the history of magic class.

"I'll send it here, there are very few people in the afternoon class, Brother Anton shouldn't be in trouble. "Koria snuggled up to Anton Salon, like a younger brother.

"As you said, there were less than twenty people in the afternoon history of magic class," said Anton Sharon with a smile, "Mentor Kieran* is a respectable old man, and everyone looks up to him. ”

"Looks like my brother likes Mentor Kieran!" Koria narrowed her eyes again, revealing a pair of cute dimples like Angela.

"Yes, that's the only mentor who can take me!" Anton Sharon said as he approached the portal, "Alright, Krya, you should go, I don't want them to look at you like that anymore." ”

Koria turned her head to look at the onlookers, who seemed to have forgotten what they were here for. "I saw envy in their eyes, yes! they were envious of me!" he said pleasantly, and it felt like he really thought so.

Anton Salon's eyes widened, he could no longer see the rapidly swirling green vortex of the portal, some warm liquid blurred his vision. "Thank you, Klya!" he said, and plunged headlong into the portal.

Three

Today's spell class was still conducted on the Onisok Stage, and although no one could tell the expression on Mentor Malzaha's hooded and masked face, everyone had already developed the ability to judge his emotions at the moment through the magical power around him. For example, now, the air around you feels very oppressive, so the content of this lesson should be very important.

"Today's lesson will make you a true summoner!" Marzaha whispered, the ethereal voice that would never make one get used to, "and I won't allow anyone to fail in a little bit of practice!"

Marzaha's words made Anton Salonn nervous, he was already imagining what would happen after his defeat, and the kind of scene would make people sweat just by imagining it.

"What you're going to learn today is summoning!" Marzaha continued, "the strongest space-time spell developed by the three major families! You have already learned the theory of summoning during your apprenticeship, so I will not repeat it here. I'll tell you first about the premise and the risks of the calling!"

All the Probationary Summoners pricked up their ears, and while they knew that casting any magic was risky, they also knew that their purpose and life's mission required them to overcome these obstacles.

"The premise of summoning is to know what you're summoning! It sounds ridiculous, but remember! Many summoners die because they summon things they don't understand. Marzaha paced as he said to the apprentice summoners, "There are two kinds of summoning, one is the blood pact summon, and the other is the forcible summoning. What you are going to learn today is to forcibly call. Again, I warn you that you can only forcibly summon creatures without self-will, and if any of you try to forcibly summon some intelligent creatures, you will be killing yourself!"

"The following tells you about the risks of summoning, first, you can't summon creatures that are stronger than yourself, otherwise the summoner will die in the summoning ritual, second, when the summoner's magic is not enough to cast the summoner, the consummoner and the summon will die, and third, the summoner may kill the summoner they think is weak at any time, thus gaining the summoner's full ability!"

With a wave of his hand, a long table appeared out of thin air in front of him, and a dozen rat cages were neatly placed on the table, each containing five or six live guinea pigs. The apprentice summoners immediately changed and knew what they were going to do next.

"Combine what you learned during your apprenticeship, set up a summoning enchantment, and then summon the caged guinea pig inside, and make sure the summon doesn't die!" Tutor Marzaha gave the students the task of this lesson.

"Insol, lend me vision!" Anton Saron tried to make a heart-to-heart communication with Insominia, and every time he felt helpless, fate took away what a summoner must have—vision.

"Come in!" Inthominia's answer was brief, but it gave Anton Saron his vision in an instant.

It is not yet known that Anton Saron has signed a blood pact with the heroes of the League of Legends, although Rioi, the Child of the Storm, has not yet been allowed to fight on behalf of Ionia in the Land of Justice. He hadn't even told Coria about it, but his clever brother had been aware of it, for he had been borrowing books about calling in the library for the last few months. In fact, Anton Saron had already mastered forcible summoning, and in order to prevent Singana from coming back to find trouble, he and Koria were currently practicing teleporting themselves and the others. However, in Marzaha's class, he would never dare to allow himself to succeed all at once, or that he did not have that kind of confidence.

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and the first successful one among the trainee summoners appeared, Asrema, everyone had long been accustomed to this, no matter what spell it was, he was always the first to learn it.

"Good. Marzaha looked at the guinea pig on the barrier at Asrema's feet and nodded approvingly, "Try expanding the number of summons!"

Anton Salon, the second to succeed, was able to see his summon, an unharmed guinea pig, thanks to the effect of the Psychic Eye, but for some reason, instead of being happy, he became nervous, afraid that others would see his work.

"What are you doing?"

It was the voice of Mentor Marzaha, and Anton Saron didn't even sense when the other party was approaching him, but the most urgent thing at the moment was how to answer. "I-I'm sorry, I just brought it before!" was the best excuse he could think of.

"Looks like you've learned to cheat, Anton Saron!" Marzaha's tone was furious. The surrounding Trainee Summoners all trembled and took a few steps back.

Anton Salons knew that he was in danger, so he simply closed his eyes. At that moment, a piercing pain spasmed the muscles in his body, and he fell straight to the grass of the Onisok Terrace - the force of the impact almost knocked him out of breath, and he was worried about whether his internal organs would be shattered.

"This is the punishment for the dishonest!" Marzaha turned his head slightly, and the trainee summoners behind him took a big step back, "If any of you dare to deceive me again in the future, you will be punished more severely!"

For the rest of the lesson, Anton Saron lay face down on the grass like this, no one dared to look at him, and everyone conscientiously completed the tasks assigned by Mentor Marzaha. Luckily, by the end of the lesson, everyone had succeeded.

"I'm going to give you a task today, go back and find the information on the blood pact summoning, and then write an introduction and bring it to me!" Mentor Marzaha disappeared from the front of the trainee summoners as soon as he finished speaking, and he would end every class in this way.

Anton Saron felt that his breathing was difficult, and he thought that when Mentor Marzaha was gone, the magic would be automatically lifted, but the truth was that he was still frozen in place and unable to move. No one wanted to help him, and the most people could do was look back and think he was a little pitiful.

Four

Since arriving at the War College, the hospital has become the place Anton Saron frequents, and if anyone in the hospital says they don't know him, then that person must be lying. Lying in the hospital often did make him miss a lot of classes, so that he was not favored by the tutors, and the gap between him and others is getting bigger and bigger. But it also cultivated another specialty of his - literary creation. As a loyal reader of "Summoner's Diary", he would occasionally submit a manuscript or two, and of course, he had to use a pen name to submit to the forbidden book, and his pen name was "Rain Man".

In addition to bedtime, Zhong Ya's auditorium has always been comparable to stacking and dressing. Not only can you enjoy the warmest sunshine of the day, but you can also taste the sumptuous food provided by the college, and for many gluttonous people, the free high-end banquet is something that can only be enjoyed in dreams. In the past, Anton Saron was always afraid to go to crowded places, but the presence of Coria changed that somewhat, and now they would sit by the window in the Zhongya auditorium whenever they had time, eating pork chops and barbecue, and chatting about topics of mutual interest.

"Rain Man has been famous lately!" Koria said mischievously.

"No, this should be the credit of Mentor Tegel, otherwise my text would not have appeared in the Summoner's Diary. "Anton Saron is flipping through the new issue of the Summoner's Diary in his hand.

"Why hasn't Mentor Tegel been so reluctant to pay attention to us lately?" said Kolya, shoving a piece of pork chop into her mouth, chewing hard.

"I don't know, maybe I found out that I was bad. Anton Sharon had a look of extreme loss, one that didn't match his age at all.

"I don't think so!" Koria swallowed the pork chop and touched her chest, "When you were injured by Marzahar, Mentor Tegel told us that we would open a column for the Rain People in the next issue of Summoner's Diary, called 'Rain Love Song', the title of the poem you published earlier. ”

"Really?" Anton Saron looked a little happy, and when he was happy, he only slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

"Hmm!" Koria nodded vigorously, "Brother Anton should be happy!

"Yes. "Anton Saron's way of speaking has developed somewhat in the direction of Marzaha, using the same tone of voice no matter what he says, and answering other people's words is extremely simple.

"Is that Sister Arronie?" Koria gestured to the table not far to the right front.

Anton Sharon looked in the direction of Coria's finger, and sure enough, it was Aroni. She looks quite fashionable in a red trench coat, black leggings, and white high boots on her feet. In this large auditorium, which can accommodate more than 1,000 people, this kind of dress is extremely eye-catching, and it is extremely difficult for people not to find out. Especially now, the table in front of Eroni is full of large and small gift boxes, which are stacked up to a person's height.

"Did Asrema give you these?" asked a blonde girl next to Arroni.

"How can that guy run to the library and Marzahar's office all day!" Eroni pursed her lips, looking a little angry, "He spends less and less time with me, and I kind of hate him now!"

"But he's really nice to you! we're all so envious!" said a chubby girl sitting at the same table.

"Then I'll give it to you!" said Aroni in a tone that didn't seem like a joke.

The fat girl didn't say anything more, she probably never imagined that Eroni would answer in such a tone.

"Grand Duke Harvey Butz from Zaun......" Arroni picked up a golden gift box and read the words on it, "That fifty-year-old man!" she said, and dropped the box to the ground, as if it were a piece of in her hand.

"Gift-hey-hey! delicately gifted—to delicately gifted!" a dirty hand picked up the golden gift box, and the man was none other than Syd with a catfish's mouth.

"Oh, gods forbid!" Eroni was startled by Catfish Ste, but she quickly threw another gift box to the guy, "This is a gift from the nobles of Demacia, and it was given to you too!"

"You're such a generous person!" said the blonde girl beside Eroni, envy and jealousy written all over her face.

"Well, that's all for you! I get a whole bunch of gifts every day anyway. Arrowney pointed to the boxes on the table and said to her two companions.

The two companions were stunned for a moment, and then they snatched the gifts on the table like crazy, and this snatching attracted the attention of the people around them, and several ignorant girls also participated, and the scene suddenly became miserable. Arronie, on the other hand, walked away from the group with haughty steps, glancing back with disdain.

"Sister Aroni is like a princess!" Koria smiled innocently.

"A princess who is indifferent and does not think about the feelings of others. Anton Salone added, his tone the same as the way Eroni looked at the others, with disdain and disdain.

"Brother, why do you like such a sister!" Koria asked suddenly, and stuck out her tongue mischievously.

Anton Saron stared at Coria blankly, unable to say a word for a long time, this question made his brain go blank, and at this moment, he remembered a sentence from the "Summoner's Diary": "Love is a poison with no antidote, don't ask for a reason, because there is no reason at all" "How could I know such a thing?" he replied in a low voice.

——

No one knew what was going on, the sunlight that was still warm just now disappeared in an instant, and the entire Zhong Ya Auditorium seemed to be teleported to a place full of darkness by some kind of space-time spell, and there was no other light source except for a few huge crystal lamps in the dome of the auditorium. The auditorium fell silent, and all the summoners looked terrified, all of them standing motionless, waiting for someone to explain what was happening, or someone to tell them it was a delusion.

"Brother Anton" Coria tugged at Anton Saron's sleeve and whispered, "This is night perception, if I guess correctly, it should be a spell of some inquisitor." ”

Koria's explanation was correct, as two Inquisitors were entering through the gate, one wearing a red robe and the other a black cloak with a large hood. Anton Salons recognized the red-clad Inquisitor, Mocha Amuel, and the man who came with him was unable to see his face because he was wearing a hood.

"Search forbidden" book "Summoner's Diary", please cooperate with all apprentices and trainee summoners!" spoke the man in black, his voice amplified by magic several times over, resounding throughout the auditorium. Judging by the voice, this should be an old man.

Mocha walked straight to where Anton Saron was sitting, his handsome face attracting the attention of many girls, which somewhat relieved the tension of some people.

"Why didn't the red-clad Inquisitor wear a hood or a face shield?"

"It's not allowed. ”

"That guy - a descendant of the Amuel family, enjoying privileges!"

"Descendants of the House of Amuel!

Mocha's gaze wandered from summoner to summoner, and it was clear that he was pretending to be on a search mission with the actual purpose of accosting Anton Saron. "Give me that thing, hurry!" he whispered as he passed by Anton Saron.

Anton Saron hesitated, he didn't know whether to trust Mocha Amuel or not, after all, he didn't know him well. "Mocha Amuel looks like he can help us, and we can trust him!" he suddenly remembered Anrela's words.

Mocha had just taken the Summoner's Diary from Anton Saron's sleeve, and the book was gone, and the process was faster than the blink of an eye, and the people around him were either attracted by Mocha's handsomeness or bowed their heads out of fear of the Inquisitor, so no one paid attention to their actions.

On the other side, the black-clothed Inquisitor also looked like he had returned in vain. Mocha nodded at the fellow, and the other man returned the salute in the same way. However, at this moment, the door of the auditorium was opened from the outside, and the barrier that had been set up when the Inquisitor had just entered seemed to be useless to the person who opened the door. Just as people were focusing on the gradual opening of the door and guessing who it would be, a voice rang out.

"Who's going to be idle enough to set up an enchantment on the door of the auditorium?"

The person who came in was Asrema, who had no idea what was going on in the auditorium, and at this moment, he was flipping through the Summoner's Diary in his hand. Many summoners in the auditorium made the same move: covering their foreheads with their hands and piggybacking on them to cover some of their vision.

"Oh my God, this fool!" said Eloni, turning her back with a helpless expression.

Without any hesitation, the black-clad summoner used a flash spell to appear in front of Asrema and stretched out a large hand wearing black leather gloves, ready to snatch the "Summoner's Diary". However, as Marzaha's most proud protégé, Asrema has also shown extraordinary talent.

"Secret Method: Void Enchantment!"

The eyes of everyone present widened, the "Summoner's Diary" in Asrema's hand, no, to be precise, the space where the book was located was swirling and distorted, as if someone had twisted that space as a wet suit. With a little distortion of time and space, "Summoner's Diary" slowly disappeared.

"He can actually use Void Spells!"

"It's incredible! It's a violation of the rules!"

"Looks like Marzaha didn't teach this guy alone!"

The Black-Clad Inquisitor was surprised at first, but quickly came to his senses, and with his left hand he grabbed the wrist of Asrema's hand holding the Summoner's Diary, in an attempt to suppress the power of the spell and thus destroy the space-time barrier. However, he underestimated Asrema too much.

"Secret Method: Forbidden by the Gods!"

Asrema's body suddenly lit up with a blinding silver light, and the moment the black-clad Inquisitor's left hand touched his wrist, it was blocked by a powerful magical force, and the sudden blow caused the opponent to nearly fall. Previously, no Trainee Summoner had resisted the Inquisitor to this extent.

"Do you dare to confront the Inquisitor?" the black-clothed Inquisitor's words were full of anger, and he bit the index finger of his left hand fiercely with his mouth, and immediately blood flowed, and it looked like he was going to fight back.

"This sucks up!" Koria whispered, leaning behind Anton Saron's back.

"Krya, what kind of spell is this?" Anton Saron stared intently at Asrema and the black-clad Inquisitor, lest he miss any details.

"Forbidden: Demonic Bloodbound!"

The effect of the Black Inquisitor's spell helped Koria answer Anton Salon's question, to be precise, the Black Inquisitor did not release magical power, but actual blood, but his blood could bind Asrema like a rope and destroy the guardian spell on his body. In just two seconds, Asrema was tied up by the magical blood flowing from the black-clothed Inquisitor's left hand.

"This-this-" Asrema's face turned pale, and he felt his body begin to soften, and he involuntarily fell to his knees. "What kind of magic is this?" he asked in a low voice.

"You don't need to know!" the black-clad Inquisitor leaned down and grabbed Asrema's hand with his left hand, which immediately screamed in pain. Some of the summoners near the two of them had already turned their backs, and they really didn't dare to continue looking.

"Forbidden Spell: Spell Flashback!"

A dazzling white light flashed, and Asrema's hand, which had just been held by the black-clothed Inquisitor, cast the Void Enchantment again, only this time it was the opposite of the effect just now, and the Void Enchantment teleported back the Summoner's Diary that had just disappeared in the same way.

"There's such a spell! It's the first time I've seen it!"

"It's terrible to force the other party to reverse the spell that was just cast!"

"It seems that every Inquisitor has a terrifying ability!"

The Black-Clad Inquisitor snatched the Summoner's Diary from Aslema's hand, "This is evidence of your guilt! Coupled with your actions today, I think you're enough to be imprisoned in Crystal Prison!"

Asrema barely managed to squeeze out a smile full of disdain on her pale face, "You killing machines! You are no different from ants! Despicable magic is the same as your despicable personality!"

"I suppose I should have taught you to shut up before putting you in Crystal Prison!" the black-clothed Inquisitor slowly stood up, and with a wave of his big hand, Asrema lying on the ground immediately slammed her lips into the ground frantically as if she had been in an evil spirit, and with a scream, some bright red blood was left on the ground. Some of the female summoners present simply screamed when they saw such a scene.

Five

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。 Grand Orator of Demacia, Lanzo: You have all misinterpreted the concept of peace!

。 Gossip Quotes of the Month: Celebrities are the product of gossip!

。 Editor-in-Chief of "Tiger"*: To whom did you sell your soul?

。 Zuan Hex Tech Show: Hex Tech = Killing Tech! (Experts tell you that a tech that can't kill isn't called a tech)

。 Pittium policewoman Caitlin: Thieves are one of the high-income people in Pittown!

。 Valoran's Corrupt Officials Directory No. 242: The Huge Greed of the Rich Country - Forkus, a senior official of the Order Party of Noxus

。 Survival Code 216: Nedri teaches you how to avoid all possible dangers!

。 Ranger Poet Wide Angle

【Ending Poem】

Excerpt from the "Rain Love Song" column of the HN1024 issue of "Summoner's Diary", author: Anton Saron

"Passing Away"

You are a bunch of sand dunes on the shore

The gentleness that can't withstand the waves

You are broken and scattered

The beauty of the past is no longer possessed

I asked you, "What is your desire?"

But you answer, "Nothing in this world lasts forever."

When happy times pass from life

Loneliness and pain can only be borne alone

Maybe we've all matured

But the rain was still falling, and it was still sighing and sorrowful

Love is gone, and the heart is empty

The rain is gone, and the red colored chain is still in the air......

[Author's Note]

* Kieran: League of Legends hero, known as the "Time Keeper". At that time, he was the instructor of the history of magic class at the War College.

*"Tiger" Editor-in-Chief: This is Tegel.

Dust: The General Meaning Volume

1. The origin of summoners and the decline of the Amuel family

In Valoran, there is no one who does not know Gallaher Amuel, the legendary mage. Prior to Gallaher Amuel, all magic manipulators used runes or near the Crystal Nexus to cast magic, but the overexploitation of magic crystals has left this rare resource increasingly scarce. Many wars have been fought over this precious resource, at the cost of destroying the ecological environment.

During his tenure as Chief Mage of the Imperial Court of Agaste, Gallaher Amuel discovered that we live in a world surrounded by magic, and that there is a vast amount of magical essence in the air that can be purified, a vast resource that has been overlooked. However, after several attempts, Gallaher also confirmed that purifying the air of magic consumes the caster's life, and that the magic cast is not very effective due to its inefficiency. However, this problem was solved by the famous mage of the time, Quezalin Invoker, who believed that the four runes of sigils, sigils, glyphs, and great essences actually corresponded to four magical attributes, which were: fire, nature, frost, and arcane, and the magic with the added attribute changes would have a effect dozens of times or more than before. Of course, not everyone can add stat changes to their magic, and it can be a difficult process.

Gallaher's method of refining magic quickly spread among Valoran's manipulators, and no one was willing to carry large quantities of dangerous runes for use in battle. The theory of "attribute change" proposed by Quezalin is too complex for many people to really grasp. This is the end of the era of casting spells with runes.

At the subsequent Valoran Summit on Magic, Gallaher Amuel, who was revered as the "leader of magicians", formulated three taboos in magic: first, magic could not be used for killing, because killing with magic would be subject to a "soul curse", and people at the time did not understand what a "soul curse" was, but in fact, this statement only said that killing would degrade a person's personality and become someone they did not even know. Second, magic cannot be used for resurrection, which is impossible in theory and practice, and although Kiran and Yorick later appeared, their spells were not resurrections in the true sense. Third, magic cannot be used to travel through time and space, spells that travel through time and space only exist in legends, even if anyone really masters such a spell, it is unknown, and it is possible to modify history through time and space, causing irreparable consequences, so this is also forbidden.

The real use of magic in warfare also began in the time of Gallaher. Because of Gallaher's discovery, the magic manipulators were able to channel the power of magic without limit, and they gradually became proficient in using this method, making it more and more destructive. Of course, there are also more and more magic manipulators who die due to life depletion while casting magic. Some critics have even claimed that Gallaher was to blame for hastening Valoran's demise.

It was around this time that Quezalin Invoker and two of his students (Winster Spellbreaker and Avena Bullard) developed a new spell, Summoning. Summoning is actually a type of space-time spell, but in the past, space-time spells were limited to portals and teleportation enchantments, and it is very dangerous to pass through portals or enchantments, and it requires very strong strength and will to ensure the success of the spell. Summoning goes beyond teleportation spells, it can transfer anything between two points in space, teleporting distant things to the summoner's side is called summoning, and teleporting things around the summoner to the target location is called counter-summoning. Initially, summoning was only used for the delivery of runes, with mages placing runes on pre-set enchantments and then summoning them and using them in battle. Later, Quezalin Invoker and his two students developed a system of blood contracts based on summoning, which allowed them to summon a person or other creature. Although Gallaher Amuel repeatedly called this behavior extremely dangerous, no one was willing to take his word for it, because the attraction of new spells was too great for people, especially during the war years.

During a summoning ritual, Quezalin Invoker summoned an ancient creature that was huge and burning with scorching flames, like a legendary demon. Quezalin named him the "Calamity Star", a summoning that helped the Osius Empire he served to win several battles, and since then he has been worshipped as a god and has come to refer to himself as the "Summoner".

The time of summoners soon arrived, and more and more people came to the tutelage of Quezalin and his two students to learn the advanced summoning spells, which were also called "the cleanest magic" by the bards and lobbyists of the time. Summoners with summoning as their primary magic began to dominate the world, and their summoning skills evolved from summoning animals to summoning ancient creatures, and even some could summon lightning and meteorites. The Invoker, Spellbreaker, and Brad also thrived and became the three summoner families of Valoran. The three major summoner families have made great contributions to history, the Wisher has perfectly integrated natural magic and summoning to develop the two highest level of magic attributes, dark power and sacredness, the Spellbreaker has proposed the concept of battle mages, believing that hand-to-hand combat is a necessary quality for summoners, so summoners are stronger than other magic manipulators in combat ability, Brad invented the blood spell and upgraded the reverse summoning spell, only they know how to fight the summoning spell and even break the blood contract.

The Amuel family, known as the heirs of magic, has fallen, and Gallaher Amuel has allowed his family to flourish and watched it disappear into the dust of history. It is said that he revisited his hometown in his later years and wrote an autobiography, which recorded many unknown secrets of the time. But as time passed, this autobiography, like his legendary life, became Valoran's memory.