Chapter 3: The Most Untalented Summoner

Op. cit:

Geniuses are just people who have discovered their potential very early, and I would rather believe that there are no so-called geniuses in this world, rather than that there are so-called mediocre people. Think about it, how much time and experience do we spend on meaningful things, and how many times do we waste our time because of laziness and suicide?

Section 1: I, the summoner

"The purest and clearest memories of my youth will eventually turn into a warm current and settle in my heart, waiting for us to pick it up in those years of rushing and obsession......

One

Anton Saron walked through the crowd, surrounded by summoners in silk cloaks and magic tomes, and although he was extremely excited to become a summoner, there was still a trace of fear in his heart, which was the fear of unfamiliar circumstances. Especially now, he wears clothes that are different from those around him, which attracts a lot of strange eyes......

"Is this it?" said Anton Ssalon, looking at the magnificent hall in front of him.

It seems that there is no need to know the answer at the moment, just follow the flow of people. He climbed the jade steps of the main hall, and a sense of pride came inexplicably in his heart, and he even began to fantasize that one day, a group of people would step on these delicate and gorgeous steps in order to be able to see him. However, the daydream soon ended, and the hall was a completely different world.

Entering through the door, you will be greeted by a rectangular hall with several portals on the metal walls on either side of the hall, each with a slowly rotating magical vortex in the center, distinguishing them by the color of the magical vortex. Anton Saron took a look at it, and there were three colors of the magic vortex, which were red, purple, and green. As soon as the summoners stood in front of the door, they were sucked in by the swirling magic vortex, and he suddenly remembered how Bezod felt when he took him on a plane-jump, which was terrible. The dome of the hall was arc-shaped, and a dozen huge crystal chandeliers hung longitudinally, and it was the first time Anton Salon, a chandelier of this size, that he could hardly imagine how they had been installed. The most eye-catching feature is the fountain in the center of the hall, which, from this distance, covers an area the size of a York's tavern, and where a two-man statue of pure gold stands.

The crowd around him was gradually becoming scarcer, and it seemed that the time for class was almost up, and Anton Saron hated himself for not asking which portal to enter, so that he now had to stand here like a fool.

"Get out of here, outsider!" a pair of powerful hands shoved Anton Salonon hard from behind, nearly causing him to fall. Anton Saron looked back to see who had pushed him, but found that several people were looking at him with surprised and strange eyes, and his cheeks were suddenly red like monkey butts.

"Is this the guy who was arrested by the inquisitors at the entrance ceremony that day?"

"yes, that's him!"

"That must be a dangerous person, why is he here?"

"I don't know what those people in the alliance think!"

"Anyway, just stay away from him!"

......

Anton Saron felt himself instantly overwhelmed by a sad emotion, some transparent liquid gradually blurred his eyes, he just fervently wished that he could become a summoner, was this wrong? If he was wrong, then he was wrong in the first place, because the tragic fate had been with him since he was born.

Anton Salon, who was soon left alone in the hall, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and of course, if he had just mustered up the courage to ask someone, he might not have to stand here stupidly now, but he was afraid that the cold gaze of those people would pierce his body like a sharp knife......

Apparently, Anton Saron was now attracted by the golden fountain in the center of the hall, and he walked towards it, letting the sound of his footsteps echo through the empty hall. In the center of the fountain is a statue of a summoner, and water is spurting from the small holes in the statue's pedestal. The surface of the cylindrical base is a finely carved relief, which is supposed to be an account of a war. Anton Salonn could not read the relief, but he recognized the line on it:

"The great summoner Exio Invoker put down the Fifth Runewar and established the Crystal Oath for his deeds unprecedented. ”

Anton Saron looked at the statue of Exio Invoker, and it was as if he saw that it was not the statue, but Exio himself. A silk cloak, a handsome face, a determined look in his eyes, and a staff with a spear-pointed head in his hand...... Without warning, a golden light shot out from the staff of the Exesio statue, and Anton Saron took two steps back in fright, and at the same time, the golden light turned into several lines of golden text, hovering in midair:

"The wheel of fortune is spinning fast

The world of the living is cold and miserable

Shadows are brewing in the obsidian palace

A war of the past and the present is about to begin

Only the descendants of an ancient family can stop the war from spreading

The wrath of a world will eventually crush his shoulders

Born only for death at the right time

......”

"It's-" Anton Salon's eyes widened, only to see that the words turned into a golden light, and slowly flew to a portal with a red magic vortex, and was sucked in, and at the same time, the magic vortex also turned white because of the golden light inhaled...... Anton Saron timidly walked over and found that the spell on the metal frame of the portal had become an intelligible text:

"Choose your own destiny, come in and you can't go back, go back and never come back......"

Anton Saron didn't quite understand the meaning of these words, but he knew in his heart that he had to go in, and some of his beliefs were as deep as an imprint in his heart before he came here. "I choose to go in!" he whispered to the portal. The words slowly changed the order of the letters to form another sentence:

"Hold on to your beliefs, no matter what comes next. If you give up halfway, you will surely fail and lose everything. Good luck......"

The white magic vortex spun rapidly, sucking Anton Saron in......

Two

After a loud and sharp bang, Anton Sharon appeared in a small room. Rows of neat tables and chairs filled the room, each chaired with an apprentice summoner, and at this moment, these guys all focused on Anton Sharon's body, their faces full of surprise and horror that had been mass-produced.

"Who are you?kid?" an older voice sounded beside him, and Anton Salons followed the sound to see an old man with gray hair and round glasses staring at him.

"I, I—I'm—the new here—" Anton Salonn replied hesitantly.

"Please be clear, son, I didn't hear you clearly. "The old man didn't mean to make things difficult for Anton Salon, Anton Salon's words were indeed a little slurred just now.

"My name is Anton Salon," Anton Saron took a step towards the old man, he didn't want more people to hear him, "It's the new summoner. ”

"Oh! all right," the old man whispered, and then he turned his head to the apprentice summoner below, "This young man's name is Anton Salon, and he's the new summoner!

The apprentice summoners below seemed to have cast a silence spell one by one, and did not respond to the old man's words in the slightest. Anton Saron felt his cheeks burn, and he buried his head as low as he could, so that more people would not see his face.

"Alright, Anton Saron, it seems that everyone needs a little time to accept you, and welcome to the SOA 186* Apprentice Summoner, I am your Spell Mentor, Krossos. The old man gave Anton Salona a round and introduced himself.

Anton Saron wanted to say hello politely, but he couldn't say anything at the moment, the more he was like this, the more embarrassed and nervous he felt, and now if there was a crack in the ground, he would definitely find a way to get in.

Krossos seemed to see Anton Sallon's thoughts, and he cleared his throat to try to get Anton Salon's attention: "Anton Salon, please find a seat at the end of the classroom and sit down, our class will be over in 10 minutes." ”

Anton Salon's liberation, but before liberation, he had to walk through the long aisle between the two rows of desks in the classroom, which seemed to be the longest he had ever walked, and he just wanted to get to the back row of the classroom as fast as he could, but—

He tripped over something thick and hard as he went, but luckily he was able to hold the ground with his hand in time, otherwise he would have fallen into the mud......

The classroom exploded, and everyone laughed, as if someone had just told them a super classic joke. Anton Salon's face flushed, and to the laughter of everyone, he quickly found a seat and sat down, lowered his head and rolled his eyes upward, trying to find the man who tripped him with his peripheral vision, but the man came to the door himself.

"Anton Salon!" Bangard waved at Anton Salon. In just one month, Bangad's face has gained weight again, and now, this face should have the strength to compare the size of the face of an animal, the scientific name of which is called a pig.

Anton Sharon couldn't help but shudder, he never expected such a coincidence to happen, an inexplicable sense of depression made him lower his head, it seems that such a classic greeting gift is just the beginning.

"Silence, summoners!" Krossos calmed the laughter of the apprentices. Everyone looked at his serious old face, and it seemed that it was difficult to remember why he was laughing just now. "Next, I'm going to wrap up this lesson with a few little tricks. Krossos brought up a crystal ball from under the podium, and he seemed to have forgotten what had just happened.

"There are three forms of magic," Krossos continued, "the first is to change the original nature of the object, like this!" As soon as he finished speaking, the crystal ball in front of him turned into a metal ball, and the classroom suddenly burst into exclamation.

"The next step is to damage or repair an object by channeling magical forces to interfere with its molecular structure. Krossos said as he dangled a hand over the metal ball, and a powerful magical force flattened the metal ball little by little, eventually turning it into a metal piece. Immediately afterward, Krossos raised his hand that was hanging over the metal piece and quickly clenched his fist, and the metal plate instantly reverted to a metal ball.

"Finally, the most difficult, and the most subtle, is called summoning, which is also the biggest difference between you and the magician" Krossos picked up the metal ball, and the other hand slammed towards the metal ball, only to hear a "snap" sound, the metal ball was gone, and the crunch just now was just the clapping sound of Krossus.

The classroom was silent for a moment, so quiet that you could hear each other's breathing. Krossos didn't speak, he pointed forward with his hand, motioning for everyone to look back. The apprentices in the penultimate row were the first to scream, and then the apprentices sitting in the front row stood up one by one, and they all focused their eyes on the table in front of Anton Saron, and yes, the metal ball that had just disappeared from Krossos's hand was there. Anton Sharon sat in his seat, his face as dead as ashes. Just now, when the metal ball suddenly appeared on the table in front of him, it almost scared his soul away.

"It's called counter-summoning," Krossos explained in front of the podium, "and of course, the first thing you have to learn is to summon distant objects to you. ”

The wooden door of the classroom suddenly turned into a portal with a swirl of green magic, and the apprentices gradually turned their attention to Krossos.

"All right, my lovely young summoners, we ended the lesson with joy, amazement, and joy" Krossos stepped off the podium and folded his hands in front of him, "Tomorrow I will continue to lead you into the world of magic. You will soon go out of this portal to the platform of Ghost Sock, where Mentor Sivir* awaits you. Remember: don't go through the red portal!"

When Anton Saron heard "Don't enter the red portal", he immediately remembered the mysterious incident that happened before, and now it seems that it was like a dream. Although he wondered why the red portal could not be entered, the thought that he would have to work with Bangard in the future made him lose any interest.

Three

"Portals and teleportation spells are really different. Anton Salonon said to himself, saying this because he didn't feel any discomfort when he passed through the portal, in fact, it felt like he was spinning around twice in the same place.

The SOA186 summoner group came to the platform of Ghost Soke one after another, everyone introduced themselves to each other while walking, looking at the pair of classmates who shook hands and saluted, Anton Saron smiled, although he couldn't be the same as them, but he was still happy that everyone could be together.

The Onisok Terrace is actually an open-air meadow in the War College, and the temperature here is very low due to the fact that the War College is located on higher ground. At each of the four corners of the meadow was a three-way monument more than twenty feet high, and their tops were glowing red, which was particularly dazzling in this relatively dim environment. At the entrance to the Onisok Terrace was a fifteen-foot-tall statue carved from Ionian white jade, which even a wealthy merchant could hardly afford to afford. In fact, the main reason why Noxus invaded Ionia was to obtain this precious magical affinity. Anton Sharon looked up at the statue, a burly long-haired man with a long, thin staff on his back, a short knife in his hand, and a huge traveling cloak that seemed to flutter in the wind. Anton Salons always had a strange feeling that the man carved in the statue had seen it himself! It wasn't until he saw the golden lines of writing on the base of the statue that he knew it was impossible.

"The last Mayoris Guardian of the Mystic Arts, Oni Sock, was one of Valoran's most powerful summoners. Even though he has been missing for years, no one can erase his immense contribution to the Alliance, and the myth he created that 'no one can stand for more than five seconds under Ghost Sock'"

"Ghost Sock is holding the artifact of the Land of Justice, Oniso's Berserk Blade, right?" asked a boy not far away.

"Yes, it was one of Valoran's most powerful weapons, and no cold weapon could be fused with magic to such an extent," and so elaborately explained, was a tall girl with a ponytail, burgundy hair, fair skin, and a beautiful look.

The apprentices of the SOA186 summoner group soon formed a regular phalanx in the middle of the grass of the Ghost Sok Terrace, as if someone had arranged the order for them in advance. Anton Salons was surprised to find that he was the only one who had an extra one, and without himself, 186 would have just been able to form a rectangle. Everyone looked at Anton Ssalon, who was redundant, and discussed it with a lot of gossip.

"Just one more of him. ”

"I heard that he was the one who was taken by the Inquisitors yesterday. ”

"Yes, I recognized him as soon as he came in, why did such a person come to us?"

"He can't be a descendant of a dark magician, right?"

"Anyway, just stay away from him. ”

"I don't even dare to look at him, God knows if a swarm of scarabs will suddenly fly out of his clothes*"

......

Anton Saron was very intrigued, and he went to the end of the phalanx, keeping as much distance as possible from others, and he did not feel sad or lost because he understood that it was better to be ostracized than to be teased and mocked by Bangard. A loud and sharp noise silenced the apprentices who were discussing in a low voice, and everyone turned their eyes to the source of the sound, only to see a young woman appear there, this woman could no longer be described by such words as beautiful, sexy, amazing, etc., there is a saying:

"The silver wheel turns slowly and the neon dress is red, and the black silk is lightly revealed. If it weren't for the heavenly realm here, it would be a fairy coming out of hibiscus. 」

"Hello babies, I'm sorry, I'm late again" The woman gently covered her mouth with her hand, revealing an embarrassed expression, "Oh no, we should be meeting for the first time." My name is Sivir, and the summoners of the Alliance call me the 'Goddess of War,' though I don't really like the name, but—who made them worship me so much?"

The apprentices were stunned, as if they hadn't heard Sivir's self-introduction, and for the first time they knew that humans could be so beautiful.

"Can you give me a reaction, babes?" Sivir looked puzzled, "let me know I'm not mistakenly trying to teach you a lesson,"

"Yes, Mrs. Sivir!" said the tallest boy in the front row, in a soothing and steady voice, a voice and tone that clearly did not correspond to his age. Looking at his figure again, he is tall and strong, and his brown-black broken hair is sometimes blown by the wind, but it still does not reduce his chic temperament, the only fly in the ointment is that the complexion of his cheeks is a little dull yellow.

"I like your voice, lad!" said Sivir, smiling and then sinking his face, many of the apprentices were surprised by the rapid change in expression, "but if you call me Madame again, I'll hang you up and beat you up!"

The boy who spoke just now looked disdainful, he must have taken Sivir's words as a joke. Sivir walked over to the boy's side, and at the same time, the entire SOA186 summoner group smelled a strong smell of perfume, and some people simply covered their noses.

"I believe that she was able to win the battle in the Land of Justice because the smell of her perfume smoked her opponent down!" a girl whispered, covering her nose.

Sivir leaned down and placed his hand gently on the tall boy's shoulder, "What's your name, baby?"

"Insonimia. The boy replied with black eyes fixed on the straight ahead, without even looking at Sivir.

"Okay, Insominia, you're the first summoner I've ever known at SOA186. Sivir took two steps back. The apprentices in the front row immediately gasped for air, and the smell of Sivir's perfume was about to suffocate them.

"For the next two to three years, I'll be your melee combat instructor," Sivir cleared his throat, trying to make his voice more solemn, "melee combat is very important for summoners, as all spells take time to take effect. You're the most vulnerable before the spell is activated! Enemies tend to take advantage of this moment to attack, especially since your opponent happens to be extremely good at melee attacks!"

"To illustrate," Sivir pulled a scroll from the holster on his belt, "I'm going to give you a hands-on demonstration." ”

The apprentices were in high spirits, and everyone was looking forward to seeing the best fights, after all, Sivir was a star hero, even though the strong smell of perfume ruined her image a little.

But sometimes things don't go as smoothly as expected, and Sivir spent a long time fiddling with it without opening the scroll in his hand. "Damn, do you dare to design the scroll more precisely?" she stomped her foot angrily. Without warning, the scroll in Sivir's hand made a loud noise, and at the same time, pale blue smoke engulfed her body. The apprentices, who had seen the gods, were so frightened by the sudden accident that some of them even screamed.

The smoke soon cleared, and the frightened apprentices suddenly noticed that a young man in a red robe had appeared on the grass in front of them, who had short curly yellow hair and looked very bright. Anton Salons didn't see much of what had happened, but the growing smell of perfume in the air made his nose feel a little uncomfortable, and just as he was puzzled, a hand gently rested on his shoulder, and it felt like someone had cast a magic spell on him that could make people excited.

"Did it scare you, my darling?" Sivir's lips were about to touch Anton Saron's face, and the apprentices next to him noticed Sivir who suddenly appeared in the back row.

"N-no, Mentor Sivir. Anton Saron didn't dare to move, because Sivir was so close to him that he could feel the breath of the other. He couldn't help but peek at Sivir a few times with his peripheral vision.

"Well, the title of mentor is too formal, call sister-" Sivir suddenly straightened up and cleared his throat vigorously, "You must call mentor, so it's official!"

Anton Saron was stunned by this change that did not advance the amount, and he wanted to turn his head to look at Xavier, but there was no one there, and the other party had already disappeared in an instant-

Sivir appeared in front of the apprentices unconsciously, "Why are you?" she asked the man in the red robe. The apprentices were full of question marks, they didn't know what Sivir was doing.

"You summoned me, ma'am. The red-robed man politely owed to Sivir.

"Now, Imina, I want you to cooperate with me in giving such a lovely group of kids a demonstration. After speaking, Sivir turned to face the apprentices, "This is the Inquisitor of the Alliance, the High Summoner Imina, who is young but has experienced a lot of battles. ”

Anton Saron wanted to get a little closer, but as soon as he heard the word "Inquisitor", he was frozen in place as if by magic.

Sivir raised the silver wheel of war in his hand and touched the magic crystal on the head of the Imina staff, and the battle began. Imina wields his staff in an attempt to channel a spell, and at the same time, Sivir throws the wheel of war at him. However, unexpectedly, Sivir appeared behind Imina in the blink of an eye, and grabbed his arm with both arms, immobilizing him. The Wheel of War continued to fly in its orbit, and as it was about to hit Imina, death seemed imminent......

Some of the apprentices were completely stupid, some were ready to scream, and some simply closed their eyes. However, there was no bloody scene, and Imina's body that was trapped by Sivir turned into a blue light and disappeared, and Sivir caught the wheel she had just thrown.

"Just like this, when the opponent is fast enough, Imina, as a summoner, has no chance to cast spells. "Of course, the battle-hardened Imina escaped this by using the Mirror Technique before the battle. ”

"Lady Sivir is faster than ever!" Imina, heartily admiring.

"Thank you for the compliment, Imina!, though, it wasn't so easy," Sivir smiled evilly. However, such an expression appeared on her beautiful face, which made people feel like naughty.

Before the frightened apprentices could react, Sivir threw the Wheel of War again, this time flying at an astonishing speed and with a sharp sound like cutting metal. Not to be outdone, Imina swung his staff, and a sharp blue light shot out of it. Just when everyone thought that the Wheel of War would collide with the blue light in mid-air, the silver Wheel of War suddenly hovered in mid-air and split into 4 Wheel of War of the same size.

There was an exclamation in the phalanx of the apprentices, and the blue light only hit one of the wheels of war, while the remaining three flew towards Imina from different angles, and at the same time, Sivir took a dagger from his waist, and saw that the dagger swirled between her slender fingers, backwards—yes, it was backwards, Sivir threw the dagger behind him, but there was no one there! The next two events happened at the same time, just as the three wheels of war were about to hit Imina, his body turned into a blue light and disappeared, and the dagger that Sivir had just thrown was blocked by Imina, who had reappeared with a staff. Obviously, it was Imina's body that blocked the dagger, and the one just now was just a mirror image. Sivir was aware of this in the first place, and that's why he threw the dagger behind him, where Imina's body was.

"Is it a phantom mirror, it's a spell that is hard to learn!" Sivir said, standing in front of Imina and drawing a silver dagger from his waist to attack.

"You've seen through it, why don't you attack my body directly?" Imina said, parrying Sivir's attack.

"You'll find out in a moment!" said Sivir as she did a somersault, the shiny silver dagger performing all sorts of intricate moves in her hands like a living creature with legs and legs. Imina could only rely on instinct to block the attack, and his eyes could no longer keep up with the rhythm of Sivir's attack.

"Take!" Sivir shouted, by which time she had appeared behind Imina. Imina wanted to analyze the meaning of the word "receive", however...... A flash of silver light flashed, and Sivir's dagger was less than an inch from his neck......

"Don't be distracted in battle, or you'll die!" Sivir didn't mean to restrain her attack, and the distance between the dagger in her hand and Imina's neck narrowed slightly...... Imina glanced behind him with his peripheral vision, he finally understood why Xavier didn't attack his body at the beginning, the wheel of war thrown at the beginning was clearly a feint, and the real intention was the word "receive", that's right, the three wheels of war that had just attacked the mirror image were behind him at the moment, and they were flying from three different angles, and the directional flash spell couldn't dodge this attack at all......

"The battle is stopped!" Sivir grabbed Imina by the collar and dragged him behind him, then crossed the dagger in his hand, and drew an arc of white light in midair, and the three wheels of war were gathered together by the dagger.

"Look at how scared you! Can I really kill you?" said Sivir with some mockery, but with a smile on his face. Imina's nervous mood was dissipated by such a smile, he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and smiled.

The apprentice summoners couldn't help but applaud, and some of the guys even cheered, indeed, the battle was really exciting. Sivir smiled childlike in the face of the apprentices' praise, while Imina looked a little embarrassed.

"Alright, babies, let's send off this friend of the Inquisitor and remember his name—Imina!" said Sivir, beckoning to Imina.

Imina bowed to Sivir, then nodded to 186's apprentices. Anton Salong looked at such a scene and was a little puzzled, if the Inquisitors were all such polite people, why was everyone so afraid of them? What happened next might give him a little bit of the answer.

"What about the others, and they're gone!" exclaimed some of the apprentices.

"Teleport ——!? in Zero Second"

Anton Saron recognized the voice, it was Asrema who spoke, and he tried to find Asrema in the crowd, but it was really difficult.

"Incredible! My dad said that only monsters can teleport in zero seconds!" said one of the apprentices.

"Don't be surprised, babes! The Inquisitors are alienated because each of them has the ability to teleport in zero-seconds. Sivir's explanation surprised the apprentices even more, but Anton Sharon couldn't understand the concept of zero-second teleportation, in fact, he didn't even know what teleportation was all about.

For the rest of the lesson, Sivir taught the apprentices the basic principles of hand-to-hand combat, a few simple techniques, and gave some wonderful demonstrations. Overall, Sivir is very popular with 186, especially the boys, although some girls don't like the smell of perfume on her body and avoid her as much as possible. Anton Saron also thinks that Sivir is a very good mentor, although she can be called a star in Valoran, but Anton Saron does not think that she sees herself as a star, especially when an apprentice is injured in a demonstration, Sivir's performance makes people feel that it is her own brother who is injured.

"Alright, babies! This class is coming to an end. Xavier clapped her hands and said, looking at the reluctant look of some of the apprentices, she couldn't help but laugh, "This time tomorrow, you can still see me, babes!"

"Mentor Sivir, do you also live at the War College?" asked a boy in the front row.

"Oh no, but my current place is close to here. Sivir replied, "I will invite you to my house when the time comes, for my house is large enough to accommodate so many people." ”

"Thank you for bringing us such a wonderful hand-to-hand combat lesson, Mentor Sivir!" Insomina's soothing, calm voice rang out again.

"I like your voice! Inthominia was disgusted at first, but when he saw Sivir smiling like a child, he became less resistant.

Three

At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, the SOA186 Summoners finished their third class, the Theory of Magic class, and they headed for the White Tower* under the leadership of the Head of Academy Affairs. By rule, all summoners must live in the War College for the duration of their studies, except for January and February of one year. The head of the academy was an old man, his hair was all gray, but he could still walk like a young man, and even the prefects who followed him had to hurry to keep him from falling far behind. As for the poor apprentices of 186, they had to run wild with this crazy old man and the stupid prefects.

"Asrema!" Anton Saron finally found Asrema, even though he was out of breath.

Asrema ignored Anton Saroon, who was holding Eroni's hand and running forward. Anton Sharon thought that the other party didn't hear, so he shouted again.

"Shut up, you fool, what are you shouting?" a stout boy next to him glared at Anton Saron viciously.

"This kid ate a lot of when he was a child, so his brain is not very good, everyone take care of it!" said Bangad, his big fat face covered with beads of sweat and evil.

Anton Saron felt like his face was on fire, and he lowered his head and slowed his pace, trying to move away from Bangard and those around him. However, he blocked the path of the people behind him, and several guys with very strong bodies knocked him directly to the ground. Anton Sharon wanted to stand up immediately, but someone kicked him in the waist, which almost made him cry out in pain.

"Open the door! Joseph!" the head of the academy stopped, and at this moment, he was standing in front of a tall city gate.

The apprentices of 186 could finally catch their breath, and the tall metal gates and magnificent white walls in front of them made them forget their fatigue for a while. There are many rumors about the White Tower of the War College, some say that it was once the inner city of the capital of the Kingdom of Agaste, where it was inhabited by princes and nobles, and that it was originally inhabited by a group of mages with special abilities, who were later lost when the kingdom fell. However, the White Tower is indeed the only intact structure of the Kingdom of Agaste, and its walls are made of a special white stone with crystals in it that allow it to glow strangely when the sun is shining. The gate of the White Tower is peculiar, it looks like a piece of charcoal, but it is actually metal, with dense charms and certain hieroglyphs engraved on it.

"Why do we live in such a city within a city?" asked one boy.

"Rest assured, it's perfectly safe to live here," replied a prefect in a purple cloak, turning his head with a bronze ornament pinned to his collar, "No amount of magic can destroy the walls and gates of the White Tower." ”

As the prefect spoke, a blue light glowed from the center of the White Tower's gate, which slowly spread to both sides until it reached the edge of the gate. The head of the academy raised his left hand, and at the same time, a six-foot-long white staff appeared out of thin air in his hand, he closed his eyes and silently recited a spell, and a red light immediately shot out from the staff, connecting to the black metal door of the white tower like a thick wire, and I saw a portal with a purple magic vortex appear under the metal door.

"I warn you apprentices that there is a protective barrier around the walls of the White Tower, and anyone who crosses it will die!" said the head of the academy, his tone uncomfortable for the apprentices.

The apprentices, led by the head of the academy and the prefects, are streamed through the portal, which is simply another world. The sight of the dusty stone pavement flanked by a 20-foot-tall stone statue that was built at least 400 years ago, judging by the extent of its deterioration. The White Tower is a Gothic complex that can be felt in opulence and grandeur despite being separated by a mile of stone pavement. If you don't pay too much attention to the tall walls, you can simply think of the white towers, the stone path, and the lawns on both sides of the stone path as a super-large courtyard. Of course, the price of this understanding is that you will be enchanted by the fact that the lawn of the courtyard has been carefully manicured and looks lush and vibrant. The most impressive are the beautiful lawn sculptures and the lavender and tulips. The lawn sculptures do not appear in the image of "people", they are all sheep, yaks, gazelles and other animals, which makes people have the illusion of being in the grassland. Lavender and tulips grow in the northwest corner of the large courtyard, which can be reached by following the fork in the stone path, which also has a sign that reads "Romantic Park". There are a few summoner couples scattered in the romantic park, some of whom are falling in love on the stone benches beside the path, while others are sitting leisurely in a pavilion surrounded by lavender and drinking afternoon tea. A wisp of breeze blows, and the fragrance of flowers as light as clear water invades the heart and spleen, sweeping away the gratuitous sentimentality of youth.

The apprentices continued to walk forward, and gradually they saw that there was a huge jade fountain in front of the main entrance of the White Tower, and in the center of the fountain there was a statue of an elderly summoner, who was holding a thick magic book in one hand, a long, thin staff in the other, and a sword behind his back.

"Is that Dolan, prefect?" asked a boy at the front of the line.

"Yes, he's the last Jewelle of the Mystic Guardian, Lord Dolan!" replied to him from the prefect who wore the bronze ornament.

"I've heard he's a very powerful summoner," said another boy.

"Yes, fifty-three years ago, he and the four men of Exio, Ghost Sock, and Ashram stopped the Battle of the Stone Pattern. The prefect explained.

"Four people stopped a campaign?

"Ah, yes, they are facing an army of 800,000 men from the three city-states of Demacia, Noxus, and Zaun. It was in that battle that Valoran learned about the power of the summoner!"

Anton Salon, listening to the prefect's explanation, conjured up a grand picture of the war in his mind: four summoners in red cloaks, facing the armies of the three strongest city-states, preventing them from going to war at the cost of their lives for the sake of Valoran's peace. Thinking of this, his heart suddenly surged.

The main building of the White Tower, with its soaring spire, is more than 200 feet tall and is inlaid with more than a hundred rectangular windows with glass paintings, which are too brightly colored to be discernible from this angle. Entering through the pointed arches of the main building of the White Tower, there is a common room for apprentices and apprentice summoners. The lounge is strikingly large, with more than two dozen arches between the pillars alone, each with a white staircase through which one can reach the other halls of the tower. Looking up in a building like this is the last thing you should do, because it will make you dizzy. The hall is topped by a pointed ribbed vault, with more than a dozen curved arch beams distributing the pressure of the vault to and acting on the arch stones within the hall and creating a visual hint of rotating upwards. The glass painting on the vault is supposed to be an account of a war, and anyone who stares at it for a while will have the illusion of feet on the ground, as if there is a magic attached to the glass painting that can suck the admirer into the painting.

"I'll leave it here, and I'll leave the rest to you prefects! Don't forget to warn these kids not to try to leave the White Tower. After saying this, the head of the academy disappeared. Anton Saron guessed that this was the so-called zero-second teleportation.

"He's also the Inquisitor?" asked Asrema. Eroni was hiding behind him like a kitten at the moment.

"Yes, you will often see the Inquisitors in the White Tower. A female prefect replied.

For the remainder of the day, the prefects assigned their own dormitories to the 186 apprentices. Anton Salon, Insominia and Asrema were the last three remaining boys. Since there were 186 girls and twice as many boys, the distribution was only halfway through.

"Looks like you're going to be in a dorm room with me. The prefect in the bronze ornament said to the three of them.

"I think it's good!" Insomina's warm, calm voice sounded again, startling the prefect.

"My name is Owen, and you can call me that in the future. The prefect said.

"You're an official summoner?" Asrema asked, looking at Owen.

"Yes, as you can see," Owen touched the ornament at the collar of his shirt, "the griffin coat of arms." ”

Anton Sharon saw that the ornament was carved with a sturdy griffin. The three of them followed Owen to an arch near the gate, and Asrema couldn't help but look over to Aroni.

"I'll miss your dear!" said Aroni, who was on the verge of crying.

"I'll miss you too!See you tomorrow!" Asrema waved at Aroni.

After the four of them went up the stairs, Anton Saron tugged at Asrema's shirt, "Why didn't you ignore me just now?"

"Arconi won't let me talk to you, she says it's a shame to be seen!" Asrema whispered.

"You two know each other?" asked Insominia, who always looked ahead as if talking to himself.

"yes, we've known each other since we came here. Asrema replied.

"You have a very powerful girlfriend. Insominia's tone was tinged with mockery.

"Yes, she is really headstrong at times. Asrema didn't seem to take that as a mockery.

"Hello, Insomina, my name is Anton Salon!" Anton Saron said, holding out a hand towards Insomina.

"Oh, Demacia's greeting etiquette, well, I accept!" Inthominia squeezed Anton Salon's hand tightly.

Anton Saron really regretted that he was going to use Debang's greeting etiquette on such a strong fellow, and his hand was about to be crushed.

"Once we get to the White Tower, we can't leave?" Asrema asked as the four of them reached the third floor.

"I'll take you out in the morning when class comes. In the absence of a code, the gates and walls of the White Tower are sharp weapons for killing. Owen explained.

"What's the code?" Anton Salon, too, didn't know why he was so quick to react.

"'Open the door!' Joseph!' and the portal will appear!'" replied to him, Insominia.

Owen stopped, turned his head and looked at Insominha in surprise, "Y-how do you know?"

That's what the head of the academy said. Insominia replied with a smile.

"The code words change every day, and the right spell must be used to make the portal appear. Plus, that enchantment has the ability to recognize the spellcaster's magic!" Owen climbed the stairs on the fourth floor and turned into the empty corridor, where he paused and waited for the other three.

"Sounds incredible!" Asrema sighed.

"Of course, the person who made this barrier is the legendary mage Gallaher Amuel," Owen led the group to the end of the corridor, where there was a new staircase, "Valoran has not yet been able to break his barrier." ”

[Author's Note]

*SOA: SummonerOfApprentice translates as Apprentice Summoner, taking the initials SOA

* Scarab beetle: The folk call it "shell lang" The term scarab beetle originated in ancient Egypt. In ancient Egypt, the scarab beetle was often used as a sacred totem. Legend has it that after Pharaoh died, the priests would gouge out his heart and replace it with a stone full of scarabs. In some Western legends, the scarab beetle is also considered a hoodoo, or a summoning object for a black magician.

* White Tower: The dormitory for the War College Apprentice Summoners and Trainee Summoners, the White Tower is an ancient name.

Session 2: Temporary Summoning of Mentor Marzaha

"Talent is given by God, but the best talent can only be obtained through personal cultivation, and this talent is called perseverance......

"Get up, Anton Salon!"

"You lazy pig, get up!"

Anton Saron was woken up by his companions. "What time is it, guys!" he asked, stretching.

"A quarter past eight. Owen replied in a low voice.

"Why do you have to wait for you every day?" Asrema said, looking displeased.

"I'm sorry. Anton Saron was embarrassed by Asrema to say this, and he put on his clothes as quickly as he could.

"Today we're going to change spell masters. Insonimia picked up her magic book and said as she flipped through it.

"Well, how did I not know?" Asrema's words were full of doubt.

"You're not good at finding out information, Krossos has been involved in a secret business lately, so we need someone else to teach us a lesson for him. Insonimia explained.

"I really admire you, Insol*, who has only been here for a month and knows more than any of us prefects. Owen exclaimed.

"So, who will be our temporary mentor?" Asrema asked.

"Marzaha. Insonemia's answer caused the other three members of the room to stop what they were doing, and at this moment, they all focused on Insonemia.

"Marzaha, Void Prophet?" Owen looked a little helpless, "What are you kidding, what the hell are those people in the Alliance thinking?"

"I don't think it's a big deal, since he's here to be our mentor, it's proof—" Asrema didn't finish the rest of the sentence when Sonemia interrupted him.

"That guy isn't human anymore, Asrema. Insominia whispered that he was looking at Asrema with disdain, and everyone knew that every time he showed such a look, it showed that he was very serious.

"Alright, Anton Salon?" Owen strapped his duffel bag and prepared to walk to the door, seemingly deliberately diverting the conversation they had just discussed.

"Alright, Prefect Owen!" Anton Sharon wiped the water from his face with a towel.

Two

The apprentices of the SOA186 Summoner Regiment have become accustomed to the fact that their tutors are late for class, and Krossos, Sivir, and Andrea, their mentor for the Magic Theory class, are all famous "gods of tardiness" at the War College, and in everyone's impression, if the three of them arrive at the classroom on time, then this day must be a day off.

"It doesn't seem like people know that we're going to change mentors. Asrema glanced at her classmates who were discussing boring topics.

"They'll find out right away. Insonimia said as she flipped through the book. Anton Saron and Asrema had long been accustomed to the way he spoke, and when he spoke, he was either reading a book or looking straight ahead, and only when he was extremely serious would he stare into each other's eyes with disdain.

"Whom?" asked Aroni, blinking her big eyes.

Insominia was about to answer, but he was interrupted by a sudden loud noise and a blinding purple light in front of the classroom, and the classroom, which had been chaotic just a moment ago, became silent. When everyone saw the people who appeared there, they didn't even have the ability to breathe...... The man in front of him, to be precise, was no longer human, and although he was wearing the same beige cloak as the other summoning mentors, there seemed to be something underneath the cloak that was emitting a purple glow. His head was covered in a purple turban, and he wore a purple mask on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that shimmered purple. The pair of eyes seemed to be a miniature version of a portal, with a slowly swirling swirl of purple magic. His golden scarf looked like it came from Noxus, a three-inch cowhide scabbard protruding from his belt, and two daggers stuck in it, one with a handle that looked like a boot and the other with a wide blade.

"My name is Marzahar, and I am your temporary calling mentor. Marzaha spoke, his voice not being heard by the ear, but from somewhere in the receiver's body, and resounding throughout his mind.

The apprentices in the front row lay on the table in pain, and the apprentices in the back row covered their ears, they had never heard such a sound before.

Marzaha seemed to see the discomfort of his voice to the apprentices, and he stretched out a hand, and a powerful magical force turned into a warm current, instantly enveloping the entire classroom.

"Secret Method: Void Perception"

"Your spell mentor Krosus has some important things to do lately, and I will teach you spells during his absence. Marzaha spoke again, this time, the apprentices did not feel the pain caused by the voice, they only heard the voice of an old man who spoke with his mouth covered.

"I'd like to test your spell level," Marzaha said, "Can anyone perform for me, your best spell?"

Out of fear of Marzaha, the most active students buried their heads low. Marzaha looked at the 186 apprentices who were looking at each other and sighed, "It seems that Krossos didn't teach you anything, well, from today onwards, I will officially teach you real spells, before that, who can answer, the three manifestations of magic?"

The apprentices of 186 were already familiar with the three manifestations of magic, but at this moment, no one dared to stand up and answer Malzaha.

"You're disappointing!" Marzaha said no matter what he said, his tone and tone would not change, like a piece of talking wood. "The first of the three manifestations of magic is to use magical power to interfere with the molecular structure of an object and change its properties," he continued, "and the second is to direct magical power to destroy or repair an object." The third is to set up an enchantment on an object, and use magic power to maintain the flow of mana between this enchantment and the target enchantment, causing it to make space jumps. ”

"I have a pen now," Marzaha said, a pen appeared out of thin air between his thumb and forefinger, "and any of you can use magic to get it to you?" He placed the pen in his hand on the table in front of a boy in the first row, and with a snap of his fingers, the pen was back in his hand.

"We haven't learned that yet, mentor. "It was a girl with a ponytail and beautiful burgundy hair. Many apprentices admired her courage, and despite her soft voice, she was indeed the first to speak out.

"Okay, that's all you need to practice for this lesson!" said Malzaha, who walked up to the podium, picked up a piece of chalk and wrote a line on the blackboard, "This is the spell that works this spell, who knows what language it is?"

"Nalambia!" said Insonimia, who answered the question this time, his voice was loud, but still steady. The surrounding apprentices all looked at him with amazement.

"That's right!" said Marzaha's words with a hint of emotion, "Nalambia are the people of Valoran antiquity, and their contemporaries are the Alfonso, the descendants of the gods and gods. The latter, however, ruled over the former for 300 years, until one man appeared, Isis, a disciple of Adenek* the Wise. Isis is the father of magic and the founder of Charms. Until now, spells had to be in ancient Nalambia to be effective, and of course, some spells were written in Elven language. ”

"How does he know this?" Asrema whispered.

"In Valoran, only he knows these ancient tales, because he has seen them. Insominia replied.

"What did you say? he saw—"

Marzaha must have seen Asrema and Insonimia whispering, and he cleared his throat to remind them to listen to what he had to say. "Recite this incantation with me, for now you can only achieve magic through spells. ”

Three

"This spell is really too difficult!"

"yes! I can't learn it at all!"

"I can't even read that incantation, is that a human prophecy?"

"Sounds like a toad call!"

"Hahahaha-"

......

The 186 apprentices were chattering as they walked to the Ghost Sok platform. To everyone's surprise, Mentor Sivir was already standing on the grass waiting for them.

"Hello, Mentor, why are you here so early today?" said Inthominia, bowing to Sivir.

"Ah," Sivir sighed, looking extremely tired, "the clock has been set up an hour, damn it!"

Anton Saron and Asrema couldn't help but laugh when they looked at Sivir's expression, but Insonemia didn't think it was funny.

"Thanks to your information, we are now students of Marzaha. Insominia said with a smirk.

"Oh, I was told to you by Mentor Sivir!" Asrema suddenly realized.

"What is Marzaha's lesson, did he bully you?" said Sivir, who looked like their own sister.

"No, he's a great mentor, but his voice is hard for us to accept. Anton Saron replied that for some reason, every time he spoke to Sivir, he always slurred words, probably because he was too nervous.

"Insol, come here!" Sivir beckoned to Insominia, motioning for him to come over. Seeing Insonemia walk up to her, she leaned down and whispered to him, "I'm so tired, what do you think this lesson should be for you?"

"Test our results this month, mentor, so you just have to watch over there. Insonemia looked ahead and replied faintly.

"Good idea!" Sivir nudged Insonemia and motioned for him to go back. "Babies!" she clapped her hands, and the apprentices of 186 immediately fell silent, "Today, I'm going to test your results in the past month, and have a duel in pairs! ”

"Duel, just kidding! we've never done it before!" said a boy in surprise, his words filled with displeasure.

"Insomina, Asrema, you two come to the front and make a demonstration!" Sivir looked unaware of everyone's complaints.

Asrema and Insonimia should have been prepared, and they both approached Sivir with their respective weapons, Asrema holding a seven-foot-long metal rod, and Insonimia holding a five-foot-long broad-bladed sword.

"You don't have to be so real. Xavier whispered to the two.

"Don't worry, mentor, 186 are a group of strong summoners, only in this way can their fighting spirit be stimulated!" Insonemia gave a disdainful look again.

Sivir looked at Insonimia and then at Asrema, and the faces of the two young men were full of determination and composure, "Okay, babes, be careful, you're taking real guys, I don't want you to get hurt!"

"It's really hard for me to get hurt, mentor!" Asrema looked extremely confident.

"I'm not going to show mercy, Asrema!" said Insonemia, touching Asrema's metal rod with the edge of her sword, and bowing to him, Asrema bowed in return.

"Alright, the two warriors have prepared the etiquette before the duel, and now, the duel can begin!" Sivir nodded at the two boys, the expression on her face suggesting that she was a little nervous.

"Come on, dear, get him down!" Eroni screamed from there.

Insominia attacked first, and no one, including Sivir, could see how his sword was slashed out, and if the speed of his attack could be described as "fast", it must be the highest level of fast. But fortunately, Asrema was unscathed.

"I don't even understand it!" Asrema said with a smile, without a hint of nervousness on her face.

"You don't need to understand!" Inthominia said as she launched a second attack, this time she understood, but it was not easy to block such an attack, only to see Insominia do a somersault and slam her broadblade sword into Asrema. Asrema rolled around on the ground and dodged the blow. The broad-bladed sword struck directly into the grass, and a powerful wave of qi sliced the nearby grass into pieces like a blade.

"What a flash!" Exclaimed Insomina.

Asrema wanted to say something, but Sominia was too quick to give him a chance to speak. The sound of the two swords colliding echoed in the platform of Oni Sok, like a percussion piece with a strong sense of rhythm and as if it could give people strength.

The battle between the two was heating up, as Sonemia was like a skateboard at his feet, and he didn't see his legs moving at all, but he was always able to keep up with Asrema's footsteps. Asrema can only do passive defense, because the opponent's sword is fast and heavy. Just when everyone thought that the duel was about to be decided, Asrema made a startling move, carrying his metal rod to his back, then clasped his hands together and muttered something in his mouth.

Insomina's eyes widened in surprise, and it was the first time that Anton Saron and Sivir had seen him look like this. "——!," he whispered. As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in his hand broke free from his grasp as if it had grown wings, and flew towards Asrema. Asrema decisively caught the flying sword.

"He actually learned that spell?!" said the girl with burgundy hair and ponytails in surprise.

"It's so handsome, my dear, I knew you could do it!" Eloni cried out in a voice that was harsh and unpleasant.

"You've won, Asrema!" Insominia whispered, "I didn't expect you to learn such a spell in such a short time. ”

"It's nothing, man!" Asrema handed him Insominia's sword, "You're really strong!"

Insominia took the sword and inserted it into the holster of the sword behind his back. "I don't like to listen to!" he said, smacking Asrema in the shoulder. The two looked at each other and laughed knowingly.

"Baby, wonderful!" said Sivir, clapping his hands.

"Mentor Sivir, I'm going to take part in such a duel!" a boy shouted with his hands raised.

"Me too!" said Bangard. Anton Salon, looking at his big fat face, had a feeling of wanting to vomit.

More and more apprentices were involved in the duel, and Sivir thought it would be easier for her to arrange a dueling class, but in fact, she had to watch each pair of apprentices duel intently, just in case something happened to them.

When it was finally time for the end of class, Sivir's face once again showed a tired look, although she tried to look as energetic as she could. "Alright, babes, this wonderful 'dueling lesson' is over, and I'm glad to see your progress!" she said, clapping her hands, as it happens at the end of every class.

"Did you mean it, little bastard?" asked Sivir Insominia as the apprentices of 186 dispersed.

"You should be glad that you have such a scrappy group of students, mentors!" replied Insominia with a smile.

"Yes, you're all excellent!" Sivir smiled with satisfaction, but in the blink of an eye she sank her face, "No!

Insominia and Anton Salon, they have long been accustomed to this kind of rapid change of expression.

"Alright, Mentor, the cream sandwich and the Debang barbecue are right?" Asrema interjected.

Four

"Uninvited guests are never welcome in the Alliance!" said Marzaha, sitting in his chair as he looked at the apprentices' spellbooks.

"Their barrier can't stop me, Marzaha!" the speaker said in a voice as terrifying as Marzaha.

"Did you find anything?" Marzaha asked.

"Someone has revised history, to be exact!" Cassadine replied lightly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him, although of course it might be so.

"Sounds scary. Marzaha said in a joking tone.

"I found this in the ruins!" Cassadine pulled out a crest that shimmered blue from his traveling cloak.

"What is this?"

"It's the Isis crest, and you have to have this through planestime. ”

"As far as I know, Valoran's spells don't exist, and Isis Crest is nothing more than a legend. ”

"Okay, let's not talk about that, why did you choose to come to the War College as a mentor?"

"I want to confirm one thing. ”

"What is it?"

"The blood of Exio. ”

"If the descendants of Exio live, they must be a very gifted child. ”

"I guessed so, but there are no such people in this apprentice summoner group at the moment, and it takes them a week to learn how to even telekinesis. There's one person who hasn't been able to learn until now!"

"You've got a guest, Marzaha!"

Insomina, who had been listening outside the Malzaha Gate for a long time, was so shocked that she somersaulted and disappeared from the doorway. "Sure enough, it was discovered!" he thought. At this moment, two familiar figures appeared on the other side of the corridor.

"Eroni always complains that I'm too close to you. Asrema said to Anton Saron.

"Why does she hate me like that?" said Anton Salon's face with doubts written on his face.

"It's not annoying, didn't you notice that in 186, no one spoke to you except me and Insominia?" replied Asrema.

"Hey, y'all- Okay. Insominia suddenly appeared in front of Anton Saron and Asrema and startled them.

"What's wrong with you, Insol?" Asrema looked at Insominia with strange eyes.

"No—nothing. Insominia looked a little embarrassed and the smile on his face was unnatural.

"You'll never greet us like that!" Asrema asked, continuing tentatively.

"Anton Saron, I think you should ask Mentor Marzaha about the trick of teleportation" Insominia deliberately changed the subject and pointed forward, "That's his office!" As soon as he finished speaking, the door to Malzaha's office opened, scaring the three of them.

"It's rude to speak so loudly in the hallway!" said Marzahar, leaning out of his office.

"He—" Insominia pointed to Anton Salon.

"Do your own thing! Insominia!" Marzaha interrupted Insominia's remarks, "As for you, Anton Saron, you should think about why you are the only one who hasn't learned that simple spell yet!"

[Author's Note]

*Insore: Because of the nickname of Insominia, the West generally uses a nickname for its relatives and friends, of course, because Insominia's name is too long.

* Adenek the Wise: One of the nine disciples of Eva, the creator god of Valoran.

*Cassadine: League of Legends Heroes, known as "Void Walker", is just an appearance here, and will be described in more detail later.

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