Section 5: The Rise of Thorns

"Instead of running desperately to find happiness, turn your head or look at both sides. Perhaps, happiness is in the place closest to us, but we have been neglected for a long time......

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One

"We've been here!" Koria looked at the red ribbon on a tree beside her, which he had tied to the trunk an hour earlier.

"Well, we've been here before!" Fronza touched his chin in contemplation, "to be precise - we're lost!"

"Lost!?" Asrema glared at Fronza viciously, his wounds still not healed, and he kept hunching over as he spoke, "Don't you know the way?"

"I don't remember saying that, it's the plague jungle, and no one has ever come out of it before we're here!" said Fronza, sitting under a large tree, the light around him so dim that it made people want to sleep.

"What about Brother Anton?" Coria was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and tears seemed to be rolling in his blue eyes, "We must find him quickly!"

"Trust me, Coria!" Fronza rolled her eyelids and looked at Coria calmly, "Anton Salon, probably dead by now!" The companions all showed surprised and frightened expressions, although this was true, it was unacceptable to say it so bluntly.

"No! Definitely not!" Koria finally cried as she looked at the light on the side of the bushes.

"Jiren have their own natural appearance!I always thought so!" Fronza pulled out of his travel bag and took a big sip.

"I don't think Anton Saron is one of the lucky ones!" Asrema said with a serious expression, "His experience in the Academy—"

"I understand!" Fronza interrupted Aslema, holding up his hand with the water bladder and pointing at him, "that's compared to your aristocrat, who is poor, mediocre-looking, not liked by girls, and even disliked!—but—in Valoran, he's still in high society!"

"High Society!?" Asrema cocked the corners of one side of her mouth and chuckled, "Do you know what high society is?"

"Relatively speaking, everything is relative, compared to those who can't even eat the crust!" Fronza seemed to hold on to his opinion and tried to convince Asrema of it.

"What do we do now?" Koria wiped his eyes with her sleeve, and the black ash on her sleeve was immediately rubbed against his fair face.

"Sleep!" said Fronsa, pulling a blanket from his duffel bag and preparing to cover himself.

"What a good choice!" Asrema said with a sneer.

"During the day, we work, fall in love, or study, but at night, the first thing we should do is sleep!" Fronza had closed his eyes as he spoke, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep, "The reason why some people feel unhappy is because he sleeps with his head covered when the sun is shining, and sighs and moans when the moon is alone—" As soon as the words fell, a faint snoring sound was heard.

Eroni, who had not spoken a word before, was probably touched by Fronsa's words, she turned her head to look at Fronsa, and then slowly sat down under a large tree. For some reason, she just wanted to see one thing at the moment, something like that Anton Saron had given her before leaving—

"There's a light there, it's bright! there's something there!" Koria pointed to the white light in the distance of the bushes, he'd noticed it for a long time, but couldn't think of what it was.

"Where there is light in the woods, there are often terrible things hidden!" Aslema also took out a thin blanket at this time, and at the time of Fronsa, he also felt that it was indeed time to rest, "The jungle hunter of Noxus told me this-"

Eroni opened the paper bag and took out a red square box from inside, and when she gently opened the box, she was surprised by the object in front of her, and almost at the same time, she covered her mouth and tears welled up in her eyes. In the box lay a jade bracelet, it was a wood chrysanthemum bracelet, with three jade beads and a jade wood chrysanthemum as a combination, so that there were three combinations, and the stamen of the wood chrysanthemum was also inlaid with amethyst. Eloni took out the bracelet, took the note below in her hand, and slowly unfolded it, with a line of gold letters on it, which was the handwriting of Anton Saron:

"You said you liked it, and now, I've bought it, and I hope you'll like —— Anton Saron Supplicant."

Memories immediately replayed a warm scene, and Eronia, along with the bracelet in her hand, fell into the vortex of time......

Two

"How was that boy just now?" Eloni asked Anton Sallon beside her, who looked like a princess of some city-state in a navy blue dress and white silk shawl. The outer city is bathed in the midday sun at the moment, it is a rare sunny day, and the streets are full of pedestrians, mostly couples and couples, and occasionally ragged beggars passing through the streets.

"Well-very, very handsome, that's right-" Anton Saron's mind was not on the issue of Eroni, he kept thinking about what gift to give to the other party, because it was March 27th, and it was Eroni's birthday.

"How do you think he compares to you?" Eroni asked the question every time, and each time, the question embarrassed Anton Salon.

"He's a nobleman. Anton Salon, faintly replied, that he needed not say another word, for nobles and commoners were not comparable anywhere.

Eroni suddenly grabbed the other party's arm and pointed to a merchant not far away, "Do you want that scarf?

Anton Sharon looked at Elony's fingers, where there was a bronzed-skinned man with various knitted scarves draped over his arms and shoulders. "He's an Ionian, that scarf must be expensive!" he concluded, looking at the merchant's dark eyes and black hair.

"Yes, it's an Ionian!" said Eroni, pulling Anton Saron to the merchant.

"Oh, my esteemed princess!" said the merchant, with an obvious out-of-town accent, white teeth, but missing a front tooth, "an Ionian knitted scarf!

"The brown one!" Eroni smiled at the merchant, gesturing to the brown scarf that the merchant wore on his left shoulder.

"Oh no! this color is too dark for Her Highness the Princess!" said the merchant, pulling out a pink one from a large handful of scarves in the crook of his arm, "this one-of-a-kind color!"

Arroni put her hands on Anton Saron's shoulders and pushed the other person in front of her, "I'm going to give it to my little henchman!"

The merchant looked Anton Sharon up and down and pouted, "The maid can't afford my scarf!"

The reason why the merchant came to such a conclusion was not because the beige robe on Anton Ssalon's body was of too low quality, but because his face was expressionless and his eyes were blank. In Valoran, only middle- and lower-class civilians have such a face.

"Hmph——!" Aroni glared at the merchant, then grinned at Anton Saron's side face, "He's not a servant, he's a summoner!"

"Summoner——!" The merchant looked at Anton Sharon again, his eyes suddenly widened, and he nodded desperately, "Ahhh

"Uh-huh!" Eroni placed a cup-sized college coin in the merchant's hand, "Brown one!"

The merchant held the academy coin in both hands, his eyes shining with joy, and he didn't notice that the scarf on his right shoulder had all fallen to the ground, "Wow--learn-academy-it's not true!

"Then this must be true!" said Aroni, placing another Academy Coin in the Merchant's palm and pulling the brown scarf from the Merchant's left shoulder.

The merchant shouted, fell to his knees, and kowtowed to Eroni several times, and the crowd gradually gathered around to see what was happening here.

"He won't make that much money in his life!" Anton Salon, looking at the merchant who was still kowtowing, he didn't know whether to pity or disdain. In a sense, he is the same as this merchant, except that the other party longs for gold coins, and he longs for recognition.

Eroni paid no attention to the merchant, she had already helped Anton Saron tie her scarf, "Okay—it's good! it's handsome!" she looked satisfied.

Anton Salon's eyes blurred as he looked at Eloni's innocent smile, and he felt the urge to cry, "I-you-you-"

"You want to say—you're very impressed, aren't you?" Eloni guessed the other man's thoughts, she slowly turned around and faced the jade shop down the street, she hadn't noticed it before, "Oh——! how about going in with me?"

Just as Anton Saron was about to follow Aroni into the jade shop, a bald man with a big shoulder and a round waist rushed out of the crowd and knocked down the merchant who was kneeling on the ground. The guy tried to snatch the gold from the merchant, but the merchant curled up to protect him. Without saying a word, the strong man pulled out a large iron tong from behind his waist and slammed it into the merchant's head—only to hear a muffled sound, and the poor merchant died without even having a chance to scream, and there were traces of iron tongs on his head, and the skull was smashed into his brain, and some red and white liquid gushed out of the wound.

Anton Salone wanted to stop him, but Ironie kept tugging at his arm, and he could feel that the other party was a little scared. At this moment, an evil thought inexplicably flashed through his mind - "Hold her!" Fortunately, Anton Saron did not do that.

"The gold is mine! I don't have to be a blacksmith at last!" the bald man cheered as he held up two college coins, and his voice could be heard half the street. There were more and more onlookers, and people did not scatter because someone had just died here, and no one cared about the life of a civilian businessman. At that moment, an arrow pierced his brain from the temple of the bald man, and the joy of victory remained on his face, and he didn't have time to turn into fear.

The owner of the arrows was a ranger with a longbow in his hand, who wore a silver traveling cloak and was small in stature, but he looked quite athletic. He slowly walked over to the corpse of the strong man, trying to take the college coin from the other man's hand, but the other party held it too tightly - until the moment of death, the strong man refused to give up the wealth in his hand.

"Let's go inside, Anton—okay?" Arrowney's voice trembled, she couldn't have imagined that two Academy Coins were two lives.

"Alright, let's go!" Anton Saron grabbed Eroni's wrist and walked into the jade shop. The owner of the jade shop was sitting in the doorway, watching through the glass window next to the shop, watching what was happening outside.

"Your Highness Princess, you shouldn't have taken out the Academy Coins in the Outtown, although it is less than five miles from the War College, most of them are civilians. The boss took off his reading glasses, rolled his eyelids at Arrowny, and glanced at Anton Salon. The guy looked to be in his sixties, with gray hair, a slightly chubby body, and a purple coarse cloth robe.

"I'm sorry—I don't know!" Arrowney lowered her head, her voice slow, she rarely showed such expressions, and she never spoke in such a tone.

"You have the power to change the fate of others, but you don't know it!" the boss shook his head and sighed.

"That—it's beautiful—isn't it?" Anton Salon, gesturing to the jade bracelet hanging on the wall, tried to change the subject. It was a wood chrysanthemum bracelet, with a combination of three jade beads and a jade wood chrysanthemum, so that there were three of them, and the stamen of the wood chrysanthemum was also inlaid with amethyst. Although there are many exhibits on the wall, this one is definitely the most conspicuous.

"Ionian white marble, solid color, set with three amethysts. The boss looked at the bracelet that Anton Saron was pointing to and smiled, "Young man, you really know something! It's worth as much as a college coin." ”

"Wow——!" Elooni carefully picked up the wooden chrysanthemum bracelet, and the previous negative emotions were swept away, "I love this so much!

"Mu Chunju, also called Margaret!" the boss laughed twice, then took out a tattered book from his pocket and flipped through it, "No one will give it to you!

"Why?" said Eloni winked at her boss, her face full of confusion and confusion.

"The nobles will only give you roses or peonies, and the chrysanthemum is an unknown plant, and—" The boss put on his reading glasses and looked at his little broken book seriously.

Anton Salonn knows what the second half of the boss's sentence is, not because he has the ability to see the mind, but because he knows the flower language of Mu Chunju. What's more, he had seen the chrysanthemum at the college's medical center, which had been planted by Anrela. "The bitterness hidden in the fragrance of wood chrysanthemum is like my crush on you, it is a taste that you can never imagine......

Three

"Borrow money——!?" Fronza narrowed his eyes at Anton Salon, frowning, "Do you think I look like a gold coin?"

"You are the one who has the means. Anton Salons turned, resting his hands on the iron railings beside him, looking at the blood-stained sunset between the two mountains in the distance.

"I can't do anything about the money, but you can borrow it from Insol. Fronza also turned around and made the same gesture as Anton Salon, "Do you come here often?"

"Yes, Mentor Drok said, my father used to come to Long Bridge to watch the sunset when he was alive. Anton Salon's hand covered his eyes, and the golden sunset peeked out from among the clouds, emitting a blinding glow.

"Droke, uh-that-name!" Fronza chuckled twice as he cocked the corners of his mouth.

"You seem to know a lot of things—" Anton Salon's expression made him conclude as he looked at Fronsa.

"Yes, I know a lot of secrets, even though I don't want to know. Fronza stretched out as he faced the glare of the sunset, "I still have some things to take care of, so let's go first!"

"Wait a minute!" Anton Salon, called to Fronsa, "you just said - you want me to borrow money from Insol?

Fronza turned around and shook his head twice, revealing a helpless expression, "You don't seem to know anything! Insol's relationship with Sivir - haha, everyone knows about the War College! Sivir is the richest hero in League of Legends, and the Academy Coins she owns, if stacked together, are taller than the walls of the White Tower. ”

"I didn't believe it before, it turns out that - Mentor Insol and Mentor Sivir really - " Anton Saron wanted to laugh, but the muscles on his face were stiff, he rarely tried to laugh, and he had forgotten how to make the corresponding movements.

"The facts are often obvious, but they are unbelievable!" Fronza raised an eyebrow at Anton Ssalon, and then disappeared in front of the other's eyes.

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"You're going to give Eloni a gift?" Inthominia looked surprised, he slashed the training dummy in front of him with a single sword, and then sheathed the blade back, "You've been fooled, Anton Salon!"

"Fooled——!?" Anton Salon, confused by the second half of Insomina's words, "W-what do you mean?"

"If a girl tells you that she likes something very much, you want you to buy it for her!" said Insominia as she pulled her arms back hard, relaxing her muscles, "Are you going to have lunch with me?" he asked suddenly.

"I-can I?" Anton Sharon felt his cheeks burn, he didn't expect the other party to invite him to lunch.

"Very stupid answer!" Inthominia walked up to Anton Salon's side and patted him on the shoulder, "Sivir had asked me earlier, and out of comradeship, I only invited you on the pretense of being a companion—you should politely decline, that's the right thing to do!Scholars call this 'pick-up', and Eloni is better at it than I am!And you-"

"Pick-up - I really don't understand, there is so much more to human communication. Anton Salon's tone became low, he knew that he was too innocent, and everything around him was not as simple as it seemed, but despite this, he still didn't want to give up the idea in his heart. "I-I still want to give her a birthday present!"

"Ionian white marble bracelet!?" Insominia glanced at Anton Saron's side face, "Eroni is toying with you, you can't afford that kind of thing for the rest of your life." ”

"I'll find a way to get the money back to you!" Anton Sharon showed a determined expression, but it was only a pretended expression, and he clearly knew that he had no financial resources.

"You don't need to pay it back!" Insominia pressed a college coin on Anton Salon's shoulder, "Don't be stupid anymore, Eroni will never belong to you, you live in different worlds!"

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"What a coincidence! That bracelet was bought by a summoner this morning!" the owner of the jade shop took off his reading glasses and looked at Anton Saron with interest, "But—are you sure you have enough money to buy it?"

Anton Sharon didn't speak, he took a cup-sized college coin from the inside pocket of his robe and placed it on the wooden table in front of the boss.

The boss squinted at the academy coin and smiled, "The power of love is really great, it can torture people to death, and it can also make people do unexpected things!"

"I need that bracelet, please!" Anton Salon's eyes blurred, he didn't know what he was grief, and this emotion seemed to be like a pair of powerful hands that could strangle him in minutes.

"The wood chrysanthemum bracelet is unique, there is only one in the entire obsidian city!" the boss shook his head helplessly.

"What does that man look like, I can go to him!" Anton Salon, holding his hands on the wooden table in front of the boss, poked his head into the other's eyes, and he would never have dared to do so if he was not too anxious.

"The bearer of the silver coat of arms, dressed in a gray robe and wearing a hood. You're a summoner too, you should know - I can't see his face clearly. The boss spread his hands and had an undeniable expression on his face.

Anton Salon, who felt that his eyes were dark, sat down on the ground and wept bitterly. He didn't even know what his tears were, but it did happen—he cried very sadly, as if eighteen years of grievances and sorrows had erupted in this day.

"Young man!" the boss got up from his seat and slowly walked over to Anton Salon, placing the academy coin in the palm of his hand, "Earlier, Her Royal Highness the princess also came, and she wanted to buy the bracelet back. But she, like you, is a step late. ”

"If a girl tells you that she likes something so much, you want you to buy it for her!"

"Arronie is toying with you, something you can't afford for the rest of your life. 」

Anton Salonn suddenly remembered the two things Insol had said to him, but if what the boss said was true, Arrowni's previous words were not for him. He stopped crying, his brain quickly analyzed, and he tried to find out the facts.

"I love this! If only someone could give it to me!"

"The facts are often obvious, but they are hard to believe!"

"Perhaps, I think it's wrong. It's not that the world is too complicated, it's that we always want to ask why, and then get lost in the answers and guesses. Anton Salonn whispered.

On the opposite side of the jade shop's door, two hooded summoners were standing, one of them wearing a white robe with a silver coat of arms pinned to his collar. The other wears a brown cloak and wears a griffin coat of arms.

"Where did you get so much money? Fronza!" Insominia glanced at Fronza beside him.

"Would you believe me if I said I stole it from Sivir?" said Fronza, laughing aloud.

"Anton Saron is such a pathetic man. Insominia ignored Fronza and sighed as he looked across the street at the jade shop.

"Do you sympathize with him?" Fronsa's expression suddenly became serious, and he slowly took out a square red box from his coat pocket, "There are no poor people in this world, only lazy worms waiting for others to give alms! ”

"What are you going to give him about this?" Insominia glanced at the red box in Fronza's hand, and then continued to look at the jade shop, from which Anton Saron had already walked out, like a walking corpse with a lost soul.

"Give it to him!" Fronza took off his hood and smiled elusively.

Four

Demacia has had sovereignty over the Surrima Desert since ancient times, and the direct reflection of their sovereignty is the seven sentry camps in the desert, which are like diamonds in the yellow sand, but if the soldiers guarding the sentry hear this description, they must be furious. Surviving in the desert is not an easy task, and food and water are scarce. While Demacia regularly delivers food and fresh water to these camps, in the event of a major sandstorm, the convoys have to stay in place for a month or more. The soldiers at the camp often drank a type of green frog urine, and if you didn't know it was frog urine, you would think it was a very delicious drink. Of course, grilled rats and fried scorpions are also high-calorie foods, and if you don't consider the essence of the food, it is indeed as delicious as sausages and cheese. If the problem of food and fresh water can usually be solved, then there is only one thing left - women. True, some soldiers did not see a woman for several years, and high-ranking officers sometimes went to Utistan, where there were several indigenous tribes. Here, there is only one indicator to measure whether an officer is qualified or not - whether he can bring back to the sentry post the indigenous women he has enjoyed.

After Demacia joined the League of Legends, the Seven Sentry Points in the Surrimar Desert became a tool for the League of Legends to expand its power, and summoners set up waypoints in the camp, allowing them to travel from the War College to the south of Valoran in an instant.

Insominia carried Kimberly and Singana on her back, and dragged the burly Herbert to the gate of Hank's Outpost, an obsidian arch with magical charms carved into it. The arch was flanked by ten-foot-tall watchtowers, and two soldiers in iron helmets poked their heads out to look at Insominia.

"I'm a League of Legends summoner, named Insominia!My companion is wounded, and I ask you to open the gate!" Inthominia shouted as she looked up at the soldiers on the watchtower.

"Get your credentials, summoner!" the soldier on the left tower threw the pits of the leftover fruit down, nearly hitting Insominia in the face.

Insominia held up the griffin coat of arms in her hand, which to outsiders would look like an ordinary iron coat of arms, but these soldiers were connoisseurs, and they knew what kind of iron had magic and what didn't. The griffin coat of arms is a trait of steel, very magnetic, and even when ten feet apart, the soldiers' iron helmets still have some reactions.

"You can go in!"

The obsidian arch of the sentry camp suddenly turns into a portal with a black vortex, a setting that is extremely common at War Colleges, as obsidian is not only defensive against magic, but is also a magical affinity, mapping spells. Without hesitation, Insominia walked into the portal with her wounded companion.

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The crow outside the window woke Insominia, who was too tired to get up. At that moment, his brain fed back to him the fact that this was the desert! The annoying crow was still lying on the windowsill with shiny black feathers and a paper roll tied to its feet!

"Letter crow!" Somminia was so shocked that he hurriedly pulled out a dagger from under his pillow and prepared to kill the letter crow. Unexpectedly, the damn guy seemed to notice something and flew away immediately. Insominia looked at the bright moon disk on the heavenly dome and had a very bad premonition.

——

"League of Legends just sent us a letter asking us to take out those summoners, and that they would send an Inquisitor to assist us!" said a slightly chubby warrior.

"What a novel!" a tall, thin warrior took a sip of his wine and wiped his mouth, "they're going to kill their own people!"

The older warrior sitting by the campfire chuckled, "Those young summoners must know some secrets, and that's the case with the upper echelons of League of Legends, they don't distinguish between friend and foe, they only care about personal interests. ”

"I don't know, why are we subject to such an institution?" the fat warrior scratched his beard on his chin, "Do you think—is there going to be war again?"

"Be careful when you speak!Dead fat!" The tall and thin soldier pushed the fat comrade next to him hard, "If you are heard by the leader, you won't be able to sleep with a woman for half a year!"

"I couldn't sleep in the first place!" the older warrior chuckled twice, "The boss was afraid that he would crush the woman to death, and he would have been removed from the list a long time ago!" As soon as he finished speaking, he laughed with the tall and thin warrior ghost, and the sound was so ugly that it made people want to vomit.

The fat warrior was just trying to save face when a sharp blade pierced his heart from behind—and the other two warriors immediately drew their blades, ready to fight. However, the opponent's movement was too fast, and the tall and lanky warrior was stabbed in the calf and stomach before he could see the enemy, and he fell to his knees with a scream. At this moment, a burly man in a brown robe and a large hood appeared behind the warrior, took advantage of the situation, pulled his neck, and slit his throat with a dagger.

"Y-you're a summoner?" the older warrior recognized the other's class, but it was meaningless, he seemed to know that death was something that would happen in minutes.

"Whose orders did you receive?" Inthominia took off her hood, drew her sword behind her back, and pointed the blade at her neck.

"An order from the Crow!" the elder warrior glanced at Insominia's sword, a sword with magical powers, and aside from that, it was a rare good sword even without the aid of magic. Under the shadow of the moonlight, the sword body shimmered with a silver light.

"Who's the signature? Don't try to beat around the bend!" Insominia frowned slightly, her eyelids drooped, and her gaze was so sharp that she didn't dare to look at it directly.

"I can't say, summoner!" the older warrior lowered his head and looked at Inthominia's sword, his eyes already tingled by the moonlight refracted there.

"Lariva, Bezod, Nasilon Meier, who else but these three?" Insominia raised his opponent's chin with the blade of his sword, and some kind of light seemed to radiate from his dark eyes, as if he was convinced that the answer was one of the three.

"Neither—" the elder warrior replied, much to Insomina's surprise, "it's someone you don't know, and it's someone I can't name names!"

"You can't mention names—" Insominia frowned, his mind quick analyzing, "that is, he will know what you say and do, even if he is not with you." Out of fear of this person, you can't name him!"

"You're smart, summoner!" the elder warrior smiled, a smile that was out of reverence for Insominia, "there's nothing in Valoran that the Lord doesn't know, and the fate of us little people is in his hands. ”

Because Sominia's mind finally settled on a scene—the letter crow that appeared on the windowsill, he immediately guessed the identity of the elder warrior's mouth, "that lord". "It's Swain, right?" he raised an eyebrow at the other party, "You just said that the League of Legends will send an Inquisitor to help you, and the person who can dispatch the Inquisitor is one in addition to the three I mentioned - Agwana, the new high-ranking member of the Council of Justice, so the true identity of this Agwana is Swain!"

"You-you--" The elder warrior's eyes widened, he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, or he couldn't find any words to describe Insomina's transcendent mind.

"This is a shocking secret! Noxus' new Supreme Commander has actually broken into the League of Legends and become one of the three high-ranking councilors!" Insominia whispered.

"Ah, ah, what a terrible mind——!"

It was a shrill man's voice, and the speaker was standing on a roof not far away, dressed in a black robe, wearing a large hood, and a gold wyvern accessory pinned to the collar.

Insominia immediately saw the identity of the black-robed man, "Contract Society, why isn't it the red-robed judge?"

"Does this matter?" the black-robed Inquisitor raised his hands, the force field around him changing the air pressure around him, "As long as it is the Inquisitor, it is enough to deal with you little summoners!"

"The Covenant Society is full of people who are obsessed with dark magic! Now it seems that it is so!" Insominia pointed the sword in his hand at the Inquisitor, and the sword immediately flashed with a blinding yellow light.

"Rune enhancement, this spell is not common!" the black-robed Inquisitor applauded Insomina, his words filled with contempt and disdain.

"Summoner's Footwork No. 2: Moon Slash!"

A yellow arc of light pierced the solemn night, and yet—Insomina's sword did not result in the death of the other party, but was grabbed by the black-robed inquisitor with his hand!

"It's stupid to use the summoner's footwork against the Inquisitor!" The black-robed Inquisitor's leather-gloved hands lit up with a white light, and a spell was being cast—

Inthony snatched the sword and took a big step backwards with force, staring intently at the other's hands, and to his surprise, the white light suddenly disappeared.

The black-robed Inquisitor laughed wildly, "Lie to you——! look at how scared you!"

Because Sominia was enraged by the contempt of his opponent, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he held the sword with both hands, bursting out with an astonishing force field, and it felt like a gust of wind was blowing. The wind had not stopped, and his form had vanished.

"Summoner's Footwork 3: Hundred Turns!"

"What stupid!" the black-robed Inquisitor slowly folded his hands together as he glanced at the rapidly moving phantom beside him.

"Secret Method: Drowning!"

For some reason, Insominia suddenly felt that she was choking on water, and for a while she was unable to make any movements, and even breathing became extremely difficult. Although he told himself in his heart that this was just an opponent's spell, an illusion, his brain could no longer convey the instructions to his whole body, and the uncomfortable feeling of sea water rushing into his nose could reach his brain unimpeded.

"You know now, speed and strength are ineffective for inquisitors like us!" the black-robed Inquisitor laughed loudly as he looked at Insominia, who was kneeling on the ground coughing.

"Y-you bastard!" Insominia put down his sword, he couldn't breathe anymore, he only felt the sea rush into his lungs, and he could suffocate to death in a minute. Although, all this is an illusion caused by spells.

"Do you want to be happy, or are you going to be in pain?" the black-robed inquisitor held out a hand, and the thick steel rope immediately bound Inthony to death.

"You think you're going to win, don't you?" Inthominia looked up and stared at the other man's face hidden in his hood, "You may be mistaken, Inquisitor!" As soon as he finished speaking, the steel cables that trapped him lit up yellow, and they broke with a loud roar. At the same time, the feeling of choking is gone.

"This is—Imperial thaumaturgy!?impossible, absolutely impossible!" The black-robed Inquisitor took two steps back, his already shrill voice becoming muffled at the moment.

"The bloodline power of the Spellbreaker family - Imperial Thaumaturgy!" Insominia picked up the long sword on the ground, stood up, and looked at his opponent with a frown, "You read that right, I am a descendant of the Spellbreaker!"

"It's impossible—we've cleaned up the lawbreaker family!" the black-robed Inquisitor's words were filled with surprise and surprise, but the facts were in front of him, and he had to accept them.

"By you!?You just said that the Spellbreaker family was cleaned up by you!?" Inthominia appeared beside the other party as she spoke, and placed the blade of her sword across the opponent's neck, "Speak clearly!

"Ahh

With her sword in both hands, Insominia quickly turned her body and launched a sharp attack. Unexpectedly, the moment the blade touched the inquisitor's body, the opponent's body turned into a stream of scorching water. He immediately raised his sword and used the blade of his sword to flick the currents of water, much to his surprise, the currents melted the blades.

"Well, I suspected from the beginning, as a summoner, my body is so agile!" the black-robed Inquisitor appeared not far away, his hands crossed in front of his chest, "I am worthy of being a descendant of a spellbreaker - then, I will use this spell to end you!"

"Forbidden Technique: Touch of the Molten River!"

An inexplicable circle of water appeared around the black-robed Inquisitor, glowing with a dazzling blue light, and swirling towards Insominia. As these currents are in operation, the range is constantly expanding, and the temperature is constantly rising. The cold air of the desert night immediately liquefied into droplets when it met these scorching hot streams, and the surrounding area was soon filled with fog. Since Sominia's vision could not penetrate the fog, it was difficult to determine the direction of the technique, which caused a lot of trouble for the defense. And yet—

Insominia raised the long sword in his hand, and the sword body that had been melted off most of it slowly returned to its original state, and at the same time, the sword body lit up with a dazzling silver light, and some lightning-like magical power surrounded the light. He closed his eyes slightly and chanted in an unintelligible voice, "Serrar-ar-oik!" Shindu－Fallah－Na! Al－diel－shala! Sallr－for－darla－aturka－darlar!”

"Forbidden Arts: Imperial Barriers!"

"Is this—Elven Guide*!?" The black-robed Inquisitor's words were full of surprise, but his spell was complete, and there was no room for retraction - and soon, what he feared happened, the scorching water did not melt Insominia, but was bounced back by an invisible force!

"The first level of the Imperial Barrier*, the Spell Ensemble!" Inthominia plunged the blade into the stone slab on the roof, and a six-pointed star barrier immediately appeared beneath his feet. His cloak was blown up by the wind brought up by the magical power, and from a distance, it looked like a majestic commander. "It's not over yet, Inquisitor! The first weight of this spell can't kill you yet!" he never looked up as he spoke, and all the strength of his body was focused on the long sword that was inserted into the ground, "The second level of the Imperial Barrier, the Forbidden Demon Realm!" As soon as the words fell, the six-ray barrier under his feet shone with a silver light, and quickly expanded, occupying the entire roof.

The black-robed inquisitor used zero-second teleportation to dodge the spell that was bounced back, how did he expect that as soon as his feet touched the ground, he was sealed into the enchantment by the other party, "This-this is ——!?"

"Forbidden Demon Realm, in this enchantment, neither you nor I can unleash magic!" Inthominia raised her head, her dark eyes flashing with endless hatred, and the expression on her face was like anger and contempt, but whether it was anger or disdain, it was too calm, or too cold.

"What if you can't cast spells?" the black-robed Inquisitor revealed the staff hidden in his sleeve, a trident-shaped staff, but with an extra gold ring, "Can you defeat me in an instant?"

"Ah, that's right, it only takes a moment!" Inthominia drew his sword from the ground, and as this action was completed, the whole house trembled violently, and the load-bearing wall had cracked, and the house could collapse at any moment.

"Summoner's Footwork No. 6: Silent Face!"

What happened next would have been missed in the blink of an eye, but even if it hadn't blinked, it would have been impossible to see—Insominia was standing in front of the black-robed Inquisitor with a long sword behind his back, as if it had never been unsheathed. The place where he had just stood had vanished, and half of the house, to be exact, had collapsed into a pile of fine stones. Look at the Inquisitor, whose body had been "cut" in half from a fifth, and the wound had just passed through the heart.

"Summoner's Footwork No. 6, the highest body technique that only Jax can activate, who the hell are you!?" asked the black-robed Inquisitor lying on the ground, who could only rely on magic to keep himself alive at the moment.

"Jax taught me only one of these steps, I was his disciple in Noxus!" Insominia turned to the side, glancing at the dying Inquisitor.

"It's really only for a moment, and you can't see it clearly, are you really human?" the black-robed Inquisitor chuckled, but the laughter immediately turned into a violent cough, "No- you must not be human- humans don't have that speed!"

"It's Nasilon Meir, the leader of the Compact Society—that's what he ordered, right?" Inthominia asked.

"Go to Noxus and find someone, and he'll tell you the answers!" the black-robed Inquisitor's voice faded, his life force had withered, "A lot of things are complicated, young man!

"Noxus, alone...... I don't need your name, I'll find him!"

[Author's Note]

* Elven Guides: Most of Valoran's deepest spells come from the Elves, so when casting them, you must chant them in Elven language for them to take effect. The Elven phrase recited by Insol in the text roughly means "Unsheath your sword, the enemy is right in front of you, cut them off with your power!" It is worth paying attention to the fact that the bloodline power of the three summoner families and the mage family Amuel all comes from the elven race, and if they want to liberate their bloodline power, they need to sing the elven guide language.

* Spell First Heavy: All of Valoran's forbidden spells have three stages, each with a different effect, known as the "First Heavy", "Second Heavy", and "Third Heavy". Ordinary forbidden techniques are the first stage, which is the primary stage of forbidden arts, and the second and third stages are the complete stage and the final stage, respectively. In Valoran, only a very small percentage of magical manipulators have access to the other two stages of the forbidden arts, and these people, without exception, will leave their names in history. It is worth mentioning here that Fronsa's "Second Stage of Zero-Second Teleportation" is the second level of the forbidden technique of zero-second teleportation, which is quite special and has only two stages.

Five

"Brother Fronsa, wake up, wake up!"

"Well——!? what?" Fronza opened her sleepy eyes and looked at Coria in front of her, "What's going on?"

"Sister Aroni is gone!she may have gone to a place where there is light in the woods!" Koria helped Fronza and let him lean against the trunk of a tree beside him.

"Hmm-" Fronza stretched, then yawned heavily, "Don't worry, little one!

"I remember your mantra was 'obvious,' and you didn't say this bullshit 'Jiren has his own natural appearance,'" Asrema mocked.

"Any word could be my mantra!" Fronza looked up at the dim canopy, then set his gaze on Asrema, "If you want, my mantra will be - Asrema is a fool!"

"Now is not the time to talk about this!" Coria was a little annoyed, his cheeks looking red, and his large blue eyes seemed to have some kind of liquid fluttering.

"Don't worry, Coria, let me find the location of Sister Eroni!" Fronza said, closing her eyes and muttering something to herself.

"Mindfulness: Psychic Vision!"

Asrema gave Fronza a blank look, "I think he's like a charlatan!"

"The charlatans have found 'Sister Arronie'!" Fronza stood up, pulling out a large handful of pencils from his travel bag and stuffing them into the pockets of his clothes and pants. "Let's go!" he grabbed Kolya's wrist and walked towards the side of the jungle.

"Wait a minute! I'm going with you!" Asrema called out to Fronsa, who was now standing up, his left hand covering the wound on his stomach.

"Fools will slow us down!" Fronza grinned twice as she looked at Asrema's hand covering her stomach.

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"You look like that woman, stupid summoner, and I ate you, or did I bury you?"

The guy who spoke - it was a woman's face in a thorn bush, it was indeed human, but it was slightly reddish, but it was surrounded by thorns and spikes, and to be exact, some half-human-tall man-eating flowers, and strange purse-shaped plants.

Elleni was entangled in some soft vines, her body dangling in the air, her face full of fear, and she wore a beautiful wooden chamomile bracelet on her drooping left hand. "Yes—I'm sorry—I didn't mean to!" she wished the other person would let her go, and that was the only language she could think of.

The woman laughed maniacally a few times, and the face suddenly came close to Eloni, "Yo! it's beautiful! I'm going to fix this skin!" she said that, she laughed maniacally twice, and some saliva sprayed on Eloni's face.

Eroni tried to wipe away the saliva that had been sprayed on her face, but her hands and feet were tied, and she craned her neck to look at the other person, who had been afraid to look at the guy's face out of fear - it was indeed a woman, a woman who grew in thorns, and looked very beautiful, except for the yellow eyes.

For some reason, the "Thorn Woman" suddenly screamed, and at the same time, Arroni fell to the ground. Just now, a pencil flew in at a rapid pace, cutting the vine connecting the two.

"Koria, did you see that?" Fronza pointed to the thorny woman, "How strange it is that the cannibal flower has grown a human face!"

Coria nodded stupidly, he couldn't believe it, but it was indeed a woman's face.

"You ——! you dare to insult me!" the Thorn Woman looked a little angry, and the plants around her shook violently, as if they were all living creatures. That's right, she was a woman, with a human form, and a very bewitching figure, and more importantly, naked......

"Wow——!" Fronza looked the thorny woman up and down, her eyes about to fall out, "that's pretty cool!

The Thorn Woman's body had some flowers and leaves that blocked the "vital parts", thorny vines had grown on her arms, and the red hair looked more like some kind of striped plant. By all indications, she was not human, "My name is Zyra! Listen! It's Zyra!" she raised her head, as if to show off her name.

"Alright, Zyra!" Fronza took two steps forward and held out his left hand, "Let me see your memories, I'm interested in you, of course - I don't mean the body, but your past!"

As soon as Zyra tried to speak, she felt a powerful force pressing against her temples, which had now dominated her will and forced her to remember—"A woman, a red-robed female summoner, to be exact, was screaming hoarsely, her stomach already with great thorns open, and some thin tubes were inserted into it, sucking her blood...... A giant man-eating flower with a "bloody mouth" full of teeth...... This woman has a name, Sarah Brad......

"I see!" Fronza retracted his psychic eye and put his chin on his hand, "You devoured a female summoner, that's why you have a human form!, well, you should have gained the strength and memories of the other party too!"

"You're actual!——! you dare," Zyra looked furious, the thorns on her arms grew unusually thick, and the number of spikes in there increased, and the two thorny vines reached out to Eroni, who was still lying on the ground, and tied her up—

"Don't ——!" Koria knew what was going to happen next, the spikes on the vines, each enough to pierce Arroni's body, he folded his hands, ready to unleash the strongest teleportation spell - Black Mirror. And yet—

Fronza grabbed Koria's wrist and suppressed the other's magical power, and pointed at Zyra and Eroni with the other, "Something magical has happened!"

That did happen, and Zyra's spikes couldn't get any close to Eloni's body, and it felt as if Arrowney's body was wrapped in invisible armor. Koria looked surprised, he couldn't imagine how that had happened. Of course, he wasn't the only one who was surprised, Zyra and Aroni had the same expressions.

"Symbiotic blood pact, a very rare phenomenon!" Fronsa said with a smile, "Zyra, you have to accept your fate, this female summoner in front of you has a blood pact with you, and this blood pact makes it impossible for you to hurt her!"

"Impossible!How could this happen!?" Zyra grew the spikes on her vines, but the effect was the same, they couldn't penetrate Arronie's body.

"It's been a fact since you devoured that female summoner!" Fronza pretended to be serious, but was actually peeking at Zyra's body, "Gong Ronnie, she has reached a blood pact, and now she can summon Zyra to fight for her at any time!"

"I'm ——!?" Zyra glared at Ironi in front of her, who had already put away the vines and put them down, "I want to fight for her!?

"She can take you to the War Academy!" Fronza raised an eyebrow at Zyra, "Didn't you always want to be there?Your companions have withered and died!The Plague Forest is no longer yours, you should fight in the Land of Justice!Join the League of Legends, it's your only option!"

"Can you take me to the War College?, the obsidian castle?" Zyra looked at Fronza and Coria with interest, then at Eroni in front of her.

"Grey Summoner, Fronza Invoker assures you!" Fronza squinted at Zyra, still glancing at some part of the other, "Hmm—you're alike!, pointed chins, double eyelids, round eyes, and those swallowtail eyebrows!"

"Brother Fronsa!" Coria whispered into Fronsa's ear, "I heard that the Symbiotic Blood Pact is—"

"Shhhhhh

Six

Time: Noon, but it is impossible to tell the time in the Plague Forest

Location: Plague Forest

Characters: Fronsa, Arroni, Coria, Zyra

(¤ Zyra is walking in the Plague Forest with Fronsa and the other three summoners, and she has promised to help them find Anton Saron and walk out of the forest.) )

Fronza: Are you sure you're not lost? How do I feel that we're just going around in circles?

Zyra: Stupid, why do you say we're going around in circles?

Fronsa: (looking around at the huge trees) The trees here are all the same, and I always have the illusion that I have been here!

(¤ Zyra walks up to Fronza and glares at Fronza with her yellow eyes.) Fronza took the opportunity to sneak a few peeks at Zyra's body. )

Zyra: To you, they're all the same! But to me, they all have names!

Arroni: Zyra—I, I want to ask, the summoner you devoured—does she have a name?

Fronsa: Jena, yes, that's right! I see it from her memory!

(¤Fronza looks at Zyra, while Eroni looks at Zyra, seeking answers from her)

(¤ Zyra laughs, revealing two rows of human teeth, her "tiger teeth" sharp and long)

Zyra: That's right—that's her name!

Arroni: So- you used to be a man-eating flower!?

Zyra: That's right, little summoner, I'm one of the rulers of this forest, and the humans call me "Thorn Rise". The place you just arrived at is called the Valley of Thorns, the center of the Plague Forest.

Arroni: So—and I'll be able to summon you later—I mean, are you—willing to fight for me?

Zyra: No! That's obvious! But—do I have a choice?

Arroni: (smirks twice) That's great! I'll take good care of you! I'll get you the best dirt to eat!

Zyra: I don't eat mud!

(¤Eroni looks puzzled, she looks at Fronza)

Fronsa: She's a human now, and eats the same things as you! But give her more water to drink, or she'll wither!

Zyra: Little fool of the Wisher family!Don't get into someone's head! That hurts, you know!?

(¤Fronza laughs loudly as she looks at Zyra's angry expression)

Fronza: Look!Zyra, if you've always been a plant, you won't feel pain! You're more vulnerable than ever! You must seek refuge from the summoner, or you'll die!

Coria: That—Zyra- sister, you just mentioned, the family of the Supplicants—

Fronsa: This little guy calls all women sisters, and Zyra used to be a man-eater, so that's not accurate!

Klya: I just asked a question!

Fronza: Oh, sorry! Excuse me, what did you just ask?

Zyra: Little summoner, I have the memory of that woman, I know your world!

Fronsa: Well, why did the summoner you devour come to the Plague Forest?

Zyra: She was on a secret mission when a group of black-robed guys showed up and killed her companions.

Fronsa: Wearing a black robe with a gold wyvern accessory pinned to the collar?

Zyra: That's right, that accessory stands out!

Fronsa: The people of the Pact! They hunt down summoners - for one purpose!

Klya: (surprised) What is it!?

Fronza: Those summoners, like us, know things they shouldn't know!

Coria: So, the Compact Society will come after us, too? I heard they're all dark arts practitioners!

Fronsa: Normally, it's the Cardinal Inquisitors who carry out this task, and the Compact Society is more like an independent organization, with the guys inside only obeying Nasilon Meir!

Aroni: I've been at the War College for so long, and I've never seen anyone from the Compact Society!

Fronsa: Of course you haven't, they won't let ordinary summoners see them, and if you do, it means your death is near!

Klya: They're so good!?

Fronza: Overall, the Inquisitors are the best of the summoners, and they are like monsters compared to ordinary summoners! The members of the Contract Society are even more treasures among monsters! In the past missions, they have only failed once, and that is because they have met the invincible Jax!

Zyra: How do you know that? You don't look like you're normal!

Fronza: I just know a little bit about the Inquisitor.

Kolya: The book says that the Inquisitors don't know each other, they only receive orders, and they are mysterious organizations both internally and externally- but-

Fronza: But—how can I know so much? I don't need to explain it to you now, because you'll know later!

Eloni: (pointing at Fronza) Y-you're not going to be the Inquisitor!?'re the spy they planted to trap us if necessary?

Fronza: (smiles) Very good analysis! Do you think the Dawn Star is necessary to be spy-planted? Don't talk about the Inquisitor, I'm alone!(The expression suddenly becomes terrifying) I can kill you all! (laughs out loud)

(¤Eroni and Coria were so frightened that even Zyra showed a surprised expression.) )

Zyra: So, what are you here for!?

(¤Coria deliberately distances herself from Fronza and grabs Eroni to the side. Fronza glanced at Coria and jerked her arms around the other's neck!)

Fronza: (smiles) Don't be afraid, little one, I'm a person who likes to joke, and if there is a judge, I think you'll all need my ——, oh, to answer Zyra's question, we're here for something very important!

Zyra: Is it a Demon Hallow?

(¤Fronza stops and stands there as if by magic, looking at Zyra with her eyes intended)

Zyra: (turns her head to look at Fronza) What's wrong? Haven't you heard of this? Demon Weapon, the woman I devoured is here for this!

(¤Eroni and Coria looked at Fronza and Zyra, their faces puzzled and puzzled.) )

Fronsa: (in a deep tone) The Demon Artifact—where is it now?

Zyra: Broken in half, one half said to be in the northern swamp of Demacia, and the other half in-

Fronsa: (grim) Where——!?

Zyra: In the hands of a summoner at the War College!

Arroni: The Demon Hallows—what is it? I've never heard of anything like this!

Fronsa: The Rose Black Cross appeared this time to find the Demon Artifact!

Kolya: The book says it's a forbidden thing, and it's been gone for thousands of years.

Fronza: Once the Rose Black Cross gets its hands on the Demon Artifact, even if it's half of it, League of Legends is over!

(¤ Zyra suddenly laughs wildly, and everyone looks at her in bewilderment)

Zyra: If I were them, I would have let the heroes out of the League of Legends first, and when the fragile contract was lifted, a new war would begin!

Krya: Y- didn't you promise us to join League of Legends?

Zyra: That's right, little one, but I don't think I'll be loyal to it!

Klya: So- your thoughts are-

(¤ Zyra walks up to Eroni's side and circles around her twice.) )

Zyra: This little girl is very beautiful, and I don't like anyone other than me to hurt her!Well, if you die, I can still take possession of your skin!" (she laughs again)

Arroni: Y- do you want me dead?

Zyra: Unless, your enemies kill me first!