3. The Impartial Parliament

"There is no evil in the world, and the human being whose soul has been corrupted by desire is evil itself. We always want to get what we want, but we lose sight of how much we get and how much we get at the expense......

In the darkened rectangular room, there were three tall red-robed summoners, one sitting on the chair of the oval table, and the other two standing at the table.

"The Great Summoning Mentor Bezord I know has its own purpose in everything it does, so what is it for this time?" Nasilon Meier's dark blue eyes reflected the image of Bezord, and there was no expression on his pale face.

"I just want to train more good summoners like you for the Alliance. Bezod approached Nasilon Meier, his voice soft, but his words contained the power to conquer everything.

"That's a good answer, Bezord!" Nasilon Meyer said with a sneer, but there was still no expression on his face.

"As a high-level member of the league, you don't have to do everything yourself, Bezod. It was Lariva who spoke, and he was sitting upright in the jade chair.

"Power can really make a person uneven recognizable to himself," Bezod stared at Lariva with his amber eyes, as if he could see through his soul, "none of the summoners we sent to Acacia were spared, and the number of summoners in the alliance is only half of what it was a year ago, and I believe that one day the Council of Justice will have to step down from the altar and become a summoning mentor." ”

"Well, my old friend, you can do as you wish. Lariva said to Bezod with a smile.

"With that said, the Council of Justice has agreed that I will once again be the leader of the Alliance's Summoning Mentor. Bezod said as he strode towards the door.

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"Share me with the information you've gotten recently, Insol!" Owen said as he slumped on the couch in his dorm room, looking very tired.

"First of all, I can explain why you prefects have been so tired lately" Insominia seemed a little smug, "the Summoners Council will hold its nineteenth meeting next week, and such a meeting will be held once a year, but this time is different. ”

"What's the difference?" Asrema asked.

"There have been a lot of summoners who have disappeared mysteriously lately, and that's the difference. Insomina's answer surprised Owen, Asrema and Anton Saron.

"Missing, why haven't I heard of it?" Owen seemed to forget his exhaustion.

"How can such a thing be told to us, think about why Marzahar became a temporary mentor?" Insominia looked disdainful, "that's because many of the former summoning mentors are now gone, for some reason. Now the league is short of manpower. ”

"You're right, we've had seven mentors over the years," Owen nodded, "and no one has ever seen those mentors again." ”

"I heard that LeBlanc* has become your instructor for the Higher Magic Class?" Insominia asked Owen.

"Yes, like your Sivir, the smell of LeBlan's perfume makes our noses torment. Owen replied helplessly.

"However, Sivir has now broken this habit, and she stopped wearing perfume before she gave us lessons. Asrema said with her hands outstretched.

"It's a pity that there are still some girls who are tired of her, led by Elony. "Insominia seems to be provoking.

"I know that old virgin of Sivir likes you, Insol!" Asrema replied in words.

"Look, after all, he was born in the aristocracy, and he was instilled with noble ideas from an early age. I don't know if Miss Sivir will hang someone up and beat him up when she hears such a comment. "Insominia doesn't look weak.

"Well, Insol, if you dare to tell her that, I'll tell you about peeking at her bathing!"

"Well, I'm happy to accompany you, because you're involved in this kind of thing!"

"It's incredible!" Owen looked at the two of them in surprise, "You two have ever done something like this?"

Asrema and Insominia laughed awkwardly, and Owen couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth as he looked at them.

Anton Saron sat on his bed and looked at the magic book in his hand, actually listening to his friends chatting, although they were reluctant to pay attention to him, but it was also a pleasure for him to listen to them. Anton Saron often has strange and unacceptable thoughts, few people can understand his actions and words, and he rarely communicates with people, so the estrangement arises. This estrangement separates him from the people around him in two worlds, but the door to each other's worlds is always locked.

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A magnificent, domed carriage galloped along the stone pavement, and three tall white horses ran in front of them, sweating profusely, but still tireless. There was a loud rumbling sound of the wheels rubbing against the stone pavement, and some creak-creak sound mingled in it, a cry of pain from the axles. It seems that these two cars are about to disperse.

"It's almost there, Senator!" said a diminutive "Mediterranean" man.

"Hurry, can it be faster?" spoke a middle-aged nobleman with a large belly and curly blond hair that reached to his shoulders.

"No, my lord," the nobleman's retinue touched his severely depressed brain, "this is already the limit, there is no post station nearby, we can't change the horses, if these three horses are also exhausted—"

"Alright!" said the nobleman, angrily, "what an unpleasant trip!"

As the two of them spoke, the car trembled violently, and the nobleman clutched his bulging belly, as if he was worried that such a jolt would shake the contents of his stomach to pieces, but he soon did not have to worry so much...... The rumble of the carriage suddenly disappeared, replaced by the sound of wood breaking, and the carriage collapsed to the side of the road due to the loss of its center of gravity. The three white horses were stunned for a moment, then remembered their duty and pulled the carriage with only one wheel left......

"Coachman, coachman, what are you doing?"

"Ah——!h

"Your Excellency, are you alright?"

"Stop! Stop! You three idiots!"

The whole world became incredibly silent with the sound of the sword unsheathed, and as the wheels were severed, a huge force threw the nobleman and his retinue out of the car. The sight in front of them couldn't help but make them gasp: the coachman was lying on all fours on the ground, and although he pressed his neck hard, blood was still gushing out of the wound, and there were more than two dozen men in black with masks holding long swords in their hands standing beside him.

"Who are you?" the nobleman stood up, he didn't seem to be afraid of the men in black, "I'm Grand Duke Harvey Butz of the Council of Elders of Zaun!"

"I know, Lord Duke, we don't dare hurt you," walked one of the men in black with a bandage on his hand, "we just want your bill on Crystal Wars." ”

"Delusional, you scoundrels!" cried Duke Harvey Butz, his expression calm despite beads of sweat on his forehead.

"I'm sorry," the bandaged guy approached Duke Harvey Butz, "then we must leave the heads of your entourage, or we won't be able to make a deal." ”

As soon as the man in black finished speaking, the Duke's "Mediterranean" retinue disappeared from behind him, until the Duke heard the voice of the retinue again.

"Help me, sir, help me!" cried the attendant, who was being trampled under the feet of a man in black, with blood still flowing from his ears. When the duke looked at it, he realized that the man in black who was stepping on his entourage was holding a bloody ear in his hand.

"Little by little, we'll cut off everything on his head until there's nothing left. The man in black with his bandage in his hand said, his tone beginning to harden.

"What a cruel bunch!" Harvey Butz glared viciously at the man in black in front of him, and although he was furious, he also knew that he had to obey.

"Very good, very good, that's it!" the man in black watched as the duke took out a white scroll from his clothes, his gray eyes shining with joy.

"Here you go!" Harvey Butz handed over the scroll, and after the man in black took it, he walked briskly towards his entourage, "Release them quickly!"

"Let's make sure—" The man in black with his bandaged hands didn't finish his words when a loud bang interrupted him, and at the same time, the crimson flames engulfed his body.

Duke Harvey Butts laughed loudly, "Hex mini-bomb, precise inward blasting!" However, the smile on the Duke's face quickly faded, and the sight in front of him made his eyes widen...... Although the crimson flames shrank inward according to the normal trend, it was not only Hextech that made it shrink, but also the bandaged hands of the man in black! those hands, to be precise, were no longer human hands, but should have come from some kind of mutated creature: long white nails, bark-like skin, and blood that was constantly flowing out...... The Duke couldn't stand it anymore.

"Ah, it's been a long time since I've bled so freely!" said the man in black with strange hands, looking at his bleeding hands.

"Ah——! save me! don't ——!"

The Duke turned his gaze to his retinue, which had lost another ear. The man in black who stepped on him leaned down and raised a long, thin scimitar and stabbed him in the eye—

"No—" shouted the Duke.

A blinding white light flashed, and the Duke lost his vision for a moment, and two seconds later, a large hand grabbed him by the sleeve of his shirt, and he tried to get rid of it, only to find that it was his poor retinue.

"What's going on—" The answer was already in front of him, the man in black who had just stepped on the duke's retinue was covered in white smoke, as if his body was on fire, he looked extremely painful, constantly tearing his clothes, followed by the charred skin, and the other men in black looked stupid. It didn't take long for the guy to tear himself to shreds.

"Who is it?!" shouted the guy with strange hands.

"It's me!Akama!" As soon as he finished speaking, beside the Duke appeared a tall man in red, who looked to be almost fifty years old, but still maintained a charming temperament, especially his slightly sunken amber eyes.

"Bezod, this time I can finally prove that you are the one who has been thwarting our plans!" Akama said with his strange finger at Bezod.

"You don't necessarily have to give evidence to someone. Bezod's voice was soft, but his words were full of invincibility and contempt for Akama.

Akamar burst out laughing, and at the same time, the rest of the men in black quickly formed a regular phalanx. However, for some reason, these people suddenly knelt on the ground in pain as if they had been poisoned, and some even screamed.

"Y-are you the one who can kill someone in the blink of an eye?" said Duke Harvey Butz's face was full of surprise and fear.

"Don't listen to rumors, Lord Duke. Bezod said lightly.

"What have you done to them, Bezod?" Akama looked at his aching men, a little puzzled.

"It's nothing, it's just a spell, only a guy who has killed an innocent person will be killed by this spell. Bezod turned to look at those who had fallen under his spell, "It seems that the time has come for them to repent of their crimes!"

"Mystic: Spell Blockade!"

Without waiting for Bezod to turn his head, Akama slammed the ground with his strange hand, and a powerful stream of magic quickly struck Bezod from the ground, and the white stone slabs were cut into pieces wherever the magic flow passed. Unexpectedly, with a wave of his hand, Bezord flicked the spell away.

"Akama, it's taboo to underestimate your opponent too much. Bezod said lightly.

"You're the one who despises your opponent, Bezod! Of course I'll take an opponent like you seriously!" Akama said, walking toward Bezod.

"Don't—don't let him come!" Harvey Butz fearfully hid behind Bezod.

"Look! Politicians are just different from our group, just now they pretended to be heroes, but now they are as timid as rats!" Akama sneered, "but Bezod can't protect you now!"

Bezod lifted his sleeve to reveal his brown gloved left hand, which had green, moss-like things that seemed to be inspired by some kind of magic, growing rapidly.

"W-what is this?" asked Harvey Butz in surprise.

"Anyone who touches Akama's body or magic will be poisoned. Bezod explained.

"That's—"

Before the Duke could finish speaking, Akama let out a wild laugh, "Bezord, who is known as one of Valoran's strongest summoners, will also make such a mistake!"

"Forbidden Technique: Poison!"

Akama's hands folded as Bezod's left arm burst open as if someone had planted a bomb in advance, and the part below the elbow was blown off along with the sleeve, and instead of blood, some kind of green liquid was pouring out of the stump...... Bezod crouched down and clutched his injured arm, looking calm despite the pain he was experiencing.

"Now that you know, why did you get poisoned?" said Harvey Butz, who complained a little about Bezod.

"The more self-righteous people are, the easier it is to be deceived by their own eyes" the corners of Bezod's mouth curled slightly, "You are both the same. ”

"What did you say?" Akama's eyes widened.

"Akama, from the moment you saw me, you were already in my spell. "Bezod's left arm, which was only half of it, suddenly returned to its original state, almost like going back in time.

"You-" Akama's round eyes were bloodshot, making his eyes look even more terrifying.

"This spell is called Reverse Current Illusion," Bezod stood up and raised his arms slightly, "Everything you just saw has actually been mapped to your own body. ”

"What about me, am I in your spells?!" shouted Duke Harvey Butz at Bezod, as if to say, "If you dare to let me be treated like this, I will never spare you!"

Bezod didn't answer the Duke's question, his arms stretched out to his sides, a powerful magical force that stirred the air around him and caused his body to glow a strange white light. The Countercurrent Illusion was lifted, and Akama fell to his knees with a thud, his left arm below the elbow and a green liquid still flowing from the wound.

"Bezod, I'm going to kill you!" Akama said through gritted teeth, ripping off his mask, revealing a red face full of anger. Harvey Butz guessed that the guy was also wearing a face mask, because his face was covered in white scars.

"Akama's second ability, he can convert all the magic cast on him into magical power and absorb it. Bezod seemed to be talking to himself, as if to the duke beside him, "Therefore, most of the magic is ineffective against it." ”

"So, what to do with him?" Harvey Butz hid behind Bezord's back again.

"Demon Strike!"

Before the two could react, Akama raised his strange hand and attacked, so fast that it was embarrassing. However, Bezod stretched out his left arm to block Akama's attack, and at this moment, Akama's growing right hand was pressing against Bezod's arm.

"Didn't you say that touching his body would—" The Duke didn't finish the rest of the sentence, as he noticed that Akama's hand was not directly touching Bezod's arm, and that there was a wall of magic between them. The Duke had to be in awe of Bezord, from the time Akama launched the attack to now, but in three seconds, Bezod was able to make such a precise defense in such a short time. However, the sound of glass breaking made his heart tremble.

"Don't rejoice too soon, Bezod!" Akama's voice was hoarse, and her red face, covered in scars, turned as red as coals. As soon as he finished speaking, his strange hand, which had become able to fit two watermelons, suddenly grew some tentacles with spikes, and these tentacles flew towards Bezod under the guidance of some kind of force.

There was no expression on Bezord's face, he unhurriedly stretched out a hand and silently recited a spell, and some blue magic blades suddenly surrounded the flying tentacles, slashing them to pieces.

"Arcane Blade!"

"Next, I'd love to know how you dodge such an attack?" Akama's anger had reached its zenith, and his bloodied hand suddenly burst into red flames, and with a loud bang, the strange hand shattered the stone slab beneath his feet, and at the same time, the ground changed terribly. Some crimson liquid flowed out of Akama's strange hands and seeped into the ground, causing several red tubular protrusions to appear on the ground, which formed a dense web of large, like the veins of someone's veins.

"Forbidden Technique: Boiling Blood Burial Hell!"

"Dark magic, you're completely depraved, Akama!" Bezod whispered, his body vanishing as a white light disappeared, and there was a silver teleportation barrier where he had just stood.

Seeing that Bezod had disappeared, Akama wanted to immediately put away his spell, but it was clear that it was too late, and a silver teleportation barrier appeared behind him, and standing in the barrier was Bezod who had reappeared...... As soon as Akama turned around, he was impaled through the body by the long sword in Bezod's hand.

"Why avoid the point?" Akama's eyes were confused, and the anger he had just felt vanished without a trace.

"It seems that you are no longer the Guardian of the Mystic of Majoris who swore to protect the peace of Valoran. Bezod stared at Akama with his amber eyes, as if he could see through his soul.

"Don't mention that word to me!" Akama shouted as he gripped Bezod's sword with his strange hand, shattering it in the blink of an eye.

"It's useless, Akama!" Bezod said, injecting his magical power into the crushed sword, which instantly turned into a chain that glowed with blue light, binding Akama's entire body.

"It's Exio's—" Akama said in surprise.

"That's right, the Demon Lock. Bezod tugged the chains, and the blue chains immediately turned red, "There will be a young man who will come and rescue you, in the near future." ”

"You won't win, Bezord!" Akama sneered, "Someone will break the prophecy, that's the price of believing in fate too much!"

"I never believed in fate, I just knew what I had to do and how I had to do it. Bezod blinked, and a silver light flashed across his eyes, and at the same time, a green six-rayed matrix appeared at Akama's feet.

"Forbidden Technique: Six-Mang Trial Ban!"

A blinding green light flashed, and Akama vanished along with the six-rayed matrix beneath his feet. Duke Harvey Butz slowly walked to the position of the six-pointed matrix, and lowered his head to look at the charred ground. "This spell has only appeared in legends. The Duke whispered.

"Now you know, this is not a legend. Bezod walked over to Akama's men, and the men in black stepped back in fear when they saw Bezod coming.

"What to do with them, Lord Bezord!" asked Harvey Butz, who suddenly used an honorific title for Bezord, and his tone was much calmer.

"Erase their memories, but if the people of the Pact Society don't complete their mission, they will probably be punished worse than death!" replied Bezod as he channeled magical energy to cast the Oblivion spell, but in reality, he seemed to be standing there doing nothing.

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The circular auditorium of the Council of Summoners* is full, but if you don't look closely, the auditorium is dead empty. What creates this illusion is the honeycomb design of the circular auditorium, where each hive is a seat, and unlike a real hive, the inside of the hive is curved so that people can recline on the seat. All nest seats are enclosed and the shell is made of high-density alloy plates made in Zaun. Here, you don't need to see anyone's face except for the top of the alliance, which is designed at the request of the head figures of the city-states, because the power has turned them from people into cowardly rats. Here, the only way to determine if a seat is occupied is to see if the light on the nest shell is on.

The Coalition's top brass sat behind a circular conference table at the bottom of the hive, which was also the highest court of the Coalition, leaving a circular space with a radius of seventy feet. In the dark hall of the Great Hall, there were only two light sources, one was the huge polygonal crystal hub on the dome, but this crystal hub was not originally placed for lighting, it was only placed here to show the strength and authority of the Alliance, and the other was the indicator lights on the shell of the nest.

"On behalf of League of Legends and the War Academy, I declare the Nineteenth Summoners Conference of Valoran open!" Lariva said, his voice amplified by magic, images and sounds mirrored onto the magic crystals in each of the delegates' seats through the crystal magnets in the hall.

At this time, the lights that had been glowing yellow suddenly glowed green, indicating that the representatives of the city-states, forces, and clans were applauding, and of course the green light also meant that they agreed and supported.

"According to the agreement, this time it will be Zaun who will propose the bill, and ask the representative Zauhan to release your bill!" Lariva continued.

Harvey Butz's voice rang out in the hall, but all the delegates heard was magically manipulated voices, also to protect the leaders. "Thank you, Lord Lariva of the Council of Justice, and the representatives of the city-states, powers, and tribes. The Magic Crystal has been a sacred source of magic since ancient times, and is the most beautiful and expensive deposit in Valoran, which has caused many wars throughout history. After the League of Legends was established, the league controlled 80% of Valoran's magic crystal mines, and regularly sent special personnel to mine them, and transported them back to the obsidian city* to be sealed. However, city-states like Zaun, Piltover, and Freljord that do not have magic crystal mines in their territory are unable to obtain enough magic crystals for the development and scientific research of the city-states, and skirmishes caused by resource grabbing in some areas are staged daily. To that end, on behalf of Zaun, I would like to propose the Crystal Scramble Bill, hoping that the Alliance will open a new place of justice and select more new warriors as heroes. This time, of course, the condition for victory is to obtain a real magic crystal. ”

As soon as Harvey Butz's speech ended, 90% of the lights in the hall turned green, something that even the top leaders of the alliance did not expect. The "Crystal Scramble Bill" appeared on the magic crystal in front of the delegates' seats, and the deputies began to look at it seriously.

"It seems to be going well," Krossos whispered, tilting his head toward Bezod.

"From the current point of view, it is the key, but whether the bill can be reviewed and passed is the key. Bezod said as he looked at the Crystal Scramble Motion.

After about twenty minutes passed, the discussion among the top leaders of the alliance gradually became quieter, and Lariva stood up again and said: "Delegates, I believe you have already read the content of Representative Zuan's 'Crystal Scramble Bill', and now I invite the delegations of each city-state, faction, and clan to send a representative to express his views and suggestions on this bill. First of all, the Demacia delegation!"

Demacia's representative was a young woman, and when her voice first sounded, the top brass and delegates of the coalition were surprised for a while, because Valoran had the old saying that she would not participate in politics until she was forty years old, and that women had a very low social status in Valoran, but Debang did not seem to have such particularities. "After research and discussion, our delegation believes that the Crystal Scramble Bill can be passed," said the female representative, "Although summoners and mages can purify magical power from magic crystals, magic crystals are also an important raw material for industry and technology, and most of the recent small-scale wars have been caused by crystal mines." Blindly controlling the input of crystals will only make Valoran unbalanced. On behalf of Demacia and the Royal Parliament of Germany*, I request that the Coalition pass the Crystal Scramble Bill"

"Well, thank you Demacia for your statement," said Lariva, "and now I give the floor to the representative of Noxus for his views and comments!"

As soon as Lariva's words fell, the low, hoarse voice of the Noxus representative rang out: "On behalf of Noxus and the Noxus Order, I would like to say that I have no opinion on the Crystal Scramble Bill!"

The representative's answer somewhat surprised the top of the alliance, and many representatives also gave a red light to express their dissatisfaction. The higher-ups began to discuss.

"Noxus has been neutral many times. ”

"Sensible political attitude! On the surface, it does not participate in any international disputes, but in fact it is the biggest source of war!"

"Noxus is represented by Sven, I don't know what the old fox is thinking. ”

"I think it's good, this neutrality ensures certain interests of the Alliance, such as an absolute monopoly on magic!"

"To be precise, I don't agree with such a bill, I think the magic crystals should all belong to the Alliance. ”

The top brass of the Coalition saw Lariva stand up and ended their discussion. Lariva pondered for a few seconds and said, "Noxus reserves their opinion, and now I give the floor to the representative of Ionia to express his views and opinions." ”

Ionia is represented by the Alliance's famous hero, Blade Will, and her voice always gives a sense of strength to those who listen to her: "We think the Crystal Scramble Motion can be passed, but it needs to be modified to avoid getting more resources when a city-state wins a streak. Our delegation will propose a revised draft at the next meeting. A resource like a magic crystal cannot be monopolized by anyone in any way, and this is the attitude of the Ionian Federation. ”

Irenia's speech criticized the Alliance's excessive control and possession of magic crystals to a certain extent, making the Alliance's top brass a little unable to sit still. The delegates' lights remained yellow, indicating reservations. As a city-state on the Far Eastern islands of Valoran, Ionia has always been indisputable, but due to the large number of jade fields and crystal mines on the island, it has suffered many invasions from Noxus and Guilgewater in history. Ionia is a country of high openness, where all people are equal and all things are equal, so Ionians dare to speak the truth and are not born to grovel.

In the following part of the meeting, Pierwaft, Freljord, Gilgewater, Uttistan, the Snow Mountain Nomadic Tribes and the Stone River Ranger Organization sent representatives to express their opinions, and on the whole, there were still many people who supported the "Crystal Scramble Bill". Of course, only Noxus is the only one who maintains a neutral opinion. This is the end of the first day of the plenary session of the Summoners Council, and there will be a three-day break to allow the Summoners' Council's Upper Council Crystal Oath* to study and discuss the feasibility of the bill, and come up with a result of the discussion and a draft amendment. Representatives of the other city-states also need to report the proposals proposed at this meeting to the authorities, and after the authorities have shown their attitude, they will write a report and submit it to the Alliance.

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Bezod teleported himself to a small village outside the Obsidian City, where he passed through a bazaar and into the alley behind a fish vendor at the entrance of the bazaar, where a man was waiting for him.

"Don't worry, I've enchanted that fishmonger. A rough voice rang out from the other side of the alley.

"Akama was sealed in the Theo Valley by me with a six-mangled seal. Bezod whispered against the wall.

"You've done so badly, Bezord, you've revealed your identity, and that person will be sure you're the one who's been disrupting his plans. Said the man on the other side of the corner.

"Only by doing this can I be sure who he is. ”

"You're going to be dangerous, be careful of Bezord! Also, why are you in a hurry to get the Crystal Scramble passed?"

"I suspect that someone has tampered with the League of Legends Blood Pact, and after the new Righteous Land Conquest mode is launched, the heroes will establish another blood pact with the summoner, and I will be responsible for the establishment of this blood pact. ”

That way, you can be sure if your conjecture is true. However, if someone moves the Blood Pact, your power will also be weakened. ”

"I want to know who that person really is more than that!"

"What do you think of Anton Saron, will he be able to follow that prophecy. ”

"Only pain can make a person grow, and now, he is recognized as the 'least gifted summoner'"

"Don't go too far, this is my advice to you! Human willpower is limited, and if you are ridiculed, alienated, and whipped by others for a long time, no amount of talent can be revealed. You need to give him proper confidence. ”

"You must first learn to believe in yourself, I remember you taught me, Lord Ghost Sock!"

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The Summoner's Council's circular auditorium was packed, and everyone was waiting for the results of the Crystal Scramble Bill. Lariva walked to the circular clearing in the middle of the Great Hall, a thin scroll in his hand. "Hello, representatives of the city-states, factions, and clans!" he said as he unfolded the scroll, "I'm here today to announce the results of the Crystal Scramble Motion!"

The lights on the seats in the auditorium all flashed green, and all the delegates couldn't wait. "After deliberation on the Crystal Oath of the Superior Council of the Summoners, and the review of the Council of Justice, we have decided," Lariva paused deliberately, and then continued, "The Crystal Scramble Bill has been approved!" As soon as the words fell, 99% of the indicators lit up with white light, which is an upgraded version of green light, which means "Hurrah". Although the metal shell of the nest is not soundproof, the sound of cheers can still be faintly heard in the auditorium.

"The Crystal Scramble Proposal will be implemented immediately after the conclusion of this Summoner Plenary Meeting," Lariva continued to read the contents of the scroll, "The Alliance will make some changes to the Crystal Scramble Motion in conjunction with the reports submitted by the delegates and the revised draft, and the new Crystal Scramble Motion will be distributed to the delegates on the last day of this Summoners Conference. ”

"You've made it, Bezord!" Krossos whispered, tilting his head toward Bezod.

"It's not my success," Bezod looked up and looked around the hall, "It's Valoran's luck!"

* LeBlanc: League of Legends hero, Noxian, known as "Enchantress".

* Summoner's Council: The League of Legends authority, the council originally only had summoners and mages, and now, all city-state dignitaries are council members. The Summoners Council has a total of 980 members, including dignitaries and leaders of various city-states, factions, and clans, famous summoners and mages, and well-known figures from various fields of Valoran.

* Obsidian City: Since the location of League of Legends and War College is a building composed entirely of obsidian and metal, it is known as the "Obsidian City".

* The Royal Council of Demacia: There are two organs of power in Demacia, the highest authority is the Citizens' Assembly, and below the Citizens' Assembly is the Royal Council. The Royal Council consisted of 180 princes and nobles of Demacia, with the king as speaker. In Demacia's political system, the Royal Assembly has only partial decision-making power, and most of the decision-making power and all executive power is vested in the citizens' assembly.

* Crystal Oath: The Upper Council of the Summoners' Council, composed of 72 high-ranking summoners and mages who possess Valoran's most powerful magical powers, are the decision-making body and regulator of the Grand Council. The Impartial Council is the supreme authority based on the Crystal Oath.

[Original Map (New Mode)]

Mode Name: Crystal Scramble Location Map: Ruins of the Ancient City (Ruins of the Capital City of Osius north of the Stone River)

Map Size: Large Battle Mode: RPG Mode

Details:

Both sides start the game from their respective camps, there are 3 wild creature spawn points near the spawn camp, there is a stronghold 2000 yards in front of the camp, the stronghold refreshes two waves of mobs (divided into two ways) to attack their camp every once in a while (mobs will get stronger and stronger over time), the hero needs to defend the camp and increase his level, the spawn camp is upgraded every 3 minutes, the level 4 camp has two level 1 defense towers, and then the camp and the defense tower will be upgraded at the same time. Heroes can attack a neutral stronghold and capture it after reaching a certain level or purchasing some equipment. A neutral stronghold has 4 towers and a boss. When you capture the first stronghold, you will start an event that requires you to capture the Crystal Hub in the center of the map and gain 200 magic energy. There are 5 neutral creep spawn points and a special item shop near a neutral stronghold (where you can purchase 4 expensive god-level items).

The Crystal Hub in the center of the map is surrounded by the magical outer wall of the ruins, and you will need to obtain the key to the magical outer wall, which will require your hero to enter the mirrored area 1200 yards in front of the colony (through the portal). This mirror area belongs to the dungeon setting, with 12 groups of mobs and 3 bosses, and the final boss is a random hero in League of Legends (level 18 22 times attributes), which will drop keys. Once you have the key, you only need to defeat the 3 Guards outside the Crystal Hub to enter. After entering the final area, you will gain a respawn point, and the ownership of the Crystal Hub will be determined by the number of heroes in the vicinity, and the god-level equipment previously purchased in the special shop will also disappear. When a side captures the Crystal Hub, the Crystal Hub will provide 20 energy per minute to the occupying side, and the respawn point of the uncaptured side will refresh the creeps to attack the Crystal Hub (creeps gradually strengthen and increase in number over time, and only creeps can attack the Crystal Hub), and the HP of the Crystal Hub is full after updating the vesting (HP=5500). Gain 200 energy as a defender or destroy the Crystal Hub as an attacker.

Crystal Battles can summon special heroes, and the level of heroes on this map is capped at 30 (which means you have 12 extra points that you can use to increase certain of your stats, such as attack power, spell power, movement speed, armor, magic resistance, etc.). Crystal Scramble features 5 unique heroes that can only be used in this mode, plus players can unlock 2 new summoner skills.

Crystal Scramble New Summoner Abilities:

Death Action: Revive up to 5 nearby dead units, making them undead warriors to continue the fight for 5 seconds.

Banishment of Nothingness: Causes the opposing hero or the boss on the map to become void for 3 seconds. The target of this ability is an invalid unit for the duration of its effect, cannot be targeted, cannot deal damage, and has a 50% reduced speed.

Fourth, the green forbidden fruit

"Loneliness hovers between my body and my shadows, I don't know if I am lost in the past or trapped in the future. The flowers on the other side did not dare to bloom alone, and the confused fate was deep and difficult to guess, and Xiao asked who was waiting for a reincarnation. The forbidden fruits in the rainy season were green and harmful, and those who were ignorant of the years should not drown in the Dead Sea of love......

Andrea, the instructor of the Theory of Magic class, was a short, thin old man, who looked older than Krossos, and his glasses with black frames were an inch thick. In the eyes of SOA 186 apprentices, the theory of magic class was a sleep class, because they thought it was useless for them, and Andrea's lecture was like a dying man's chanting. However, there is one person who does not see it that way, and that person is Anton Salon. Anton Saron hadn't been able to practice a spell until now, and Asrema who came with him had already taught himself the spells for the next school year ahead of schedule, so he thought he had to work theory, and he dreamed every day that he would become the first in the SOA186 magic theory class.

"Who can recite the definition of summoning?" Andrea asked, even though the apprentices of SOA186 had fallen in large swaths and could even hear a faint snoring.

Anton Sharon raised his hand decisively, the only thing he had learned in the past six months or more was to memorize the concept of magic in a book, although it was actually useless. Mentor Andrea must have seen Anton Saron raise his hand, as he was the only one who raised his hand. And yet—

"Insominia!" you answered!" Andrea shouted. Anton Salons let go of his hand above his head, feeling lost.

Insominia stood up, but his sleepy eyes seemed to be unable to answer his mentor's question. A girl with burgundy hair and a ponytail sitting next to him touched him lightly and placed a piece of paper on the table in front of him, with the question just asked by the tutor.

"Don't remind him, Miss Elirena!" Andrea looked a little annoyed. Elirina immediately retrieved the paper.

With a look of disdain on his face, Sominia raised his left hand and flipped his palm so that his palm was facing up, and at the same time, the crystal ball that had been on the table in front of Andrea appeared in his hand. "This is a type of summoning technique!"

"I'm asking about concepts! Insominha!" Andrea said, knocking on the table in front of him, looking rather angry.

"Tutor Andrea, may I ask you, when we encounter an enemy," Inthominia looked at Andrea with disdain, "will reciting him a large number of magical concepts to him make him fall to his knees and beg for mercy?"

Some of the SOA186 apprentices who had fallen asleep were woken up, and the students who had not been asleep before all looked at Insominia in surprise. Anton Saron thought back to what Sominia had just said, and felt some inferiority complex in his heart, yes, summoners are used to maintain peace, and if they choose this profession, they choose to fight until they die, and no matter how much magic they memorize, they can't actually learn a spell that can defeat the enemy.

"Sit down, Insomya!" Andrea's tone suddenly became calm, perhaps because he didn't want to argue or anything, "Tomorrow, I'll suggest that the academic head of the academy remove you!"

"You don't have the qualifications!" Insominia sat down in her seat and glared at Andrea viciously. Elirena, beside her, tugged hard at his sleeve and motioned for him not to do this.

"Get out!Insomya!" said Andrea, pointing to the wooden door of the classroom, covering his mouth and coughing twice as soon as he finished speaking.

As soon as Insominia stood up, she was stopped by Asrema: "I'll go out with you, Insol!"

"My dear, so do I!" said Aroni as she pulled Asrema as she was about to leave her seat.

"Don't make a mess, sit there!" Asrema exclaimed. Aroni curled up like a kitten and nodded.

The apprentices who had been so troubled by Insominia and Asrema woke up 186 who were sleeping, and everyone turned their heads and ears, and those who understood the situation told those who did not understand the situation what had just happened, and those who did not understand the situation looked left and right to find those who understood the situation. Anton Salon, with a sudden sense of alienation, knew that he had become a wagon running on two roads with Insominia and Asrema, but if the two only people who could still ignore him broke with him...... For some reason, Anton Saron subconsciously glanced at Eloni, and to his surprise: Ironi was also looking at him at the moment! From Arrowney's big eyes, Anton Salonia saw no rejection, disdain, or contempt, in fact, there was no expression on her face. Anton Salon's heart couldn't help but tremble, it seemed to him that Arroni should have begun to accept herself.

"Insominia is right," Andrea said 186, completely oblivious to his existence, but 186's apprentices fell silent, probably because they didn't expect Mentor Andrea to say that. "Magical concepts are useless in actual combat," he continued, "but if you don't learn this subject well, you won't get a grade in this class, and you won't get the griffin crest that proves you're a summoner." Without qualifications, no matter how strong your ability is, it will be in vain. ”

"Is it just to get a certificate of eligibility?" asked an apprentice in the front row.

"Yes, that's the cruel reality," Andrea replied, "and the use of magic by non-summoners and mages is illegal in all city-states. Without this qualification, the end result of your study of magic is to become a prisoner!"

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"My dear, Elonie:"

"I don't know when you started ignoring me, maybe because I was arrested by the inquisitors and alienated by everyone, or maybe I was out of place with everyone and often had some inexplicable thoughts. However, I still hope that you will become friends with me, as you said in the village of Doha. I know that if you become friends with me, you will be treated coldly by others, and you, as the 'group flower' of 186, are about to become a celebrity at the War College. But I still hope, I hope you can say a word to me and become friends with me. Maybe it's just a wish......"

Anton Sharon was sitting on a chair in the dormitory writing letters to Eloni, and his mind kept replaying the situation when he met Eroni's eyes a few days ago, and whenever he did this, his heart always trembled, he wanted to have that experience again, in fact, it was very simple for Eroni, but the problem was that Eroni didn't want to look at herself more. The sudden sound of the door opening interrupted Anton Saron's thoughts, and he hurriedly crumpled the letter he had just written and held it in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Asrema asked, looking at Anton Saron's nervous expression, "What's in your hand?"

"No—nothing. Anton Salon, holding the unfinished letter tightly behind his hands, knew exactly what the consequences would be if it was seen by Asrema.

"Show me!" Asrema said, tugging hard at Anton Saron's arm.

Anton Saron couldn't resist Asrema, and the letter in his hand was about to be snatched by Asrema!"Fire, burn it!" The thought suddenly crossed his mind, and a spell was synjudicated at the same time. A red light flashed, and the letter in Anton Saron's hand caught fire, and he looked at the yellow flame in amazement, and he couldn't even feel the burning pain.

"Incredible!" exclaimed Asrema, "you've managed to cast a spell!"

"I-I don't know what's going on" Anton Saron threw away the letter that had been burned to ashes, "it was an accident-"

As he spoke, Insominia walked in through the door, and as soon as he entered, he smelled the smell of burning paper, "Which of you lit a fire in the house?"

"He," Asrema said, pointing at Anton Saron, "he just set fire to a piece of paper with a fire curse. ”

"Fire Spell?****Fire Spell*?" Insominia was a little disbelieving, he took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Anton Saron, "You try again." ”

Anton Salonon took the parchment, he tried to think back to what he had just felt, but found that his heart was occupied by another emotion: "What if I fail? I can't do it! I can't do it! I am recognized as the most untalented summoner......" He tried not to think about it as much as possible, but his heart just couldn't calm down. "I can't do it," he said, handing the parchment back to Insomina, and said lightly.

"Are you kidding me?" Insominia said to Asrema.

"No, really, he just did!" Asrema argued.

"Come on, if he could do it, he would have done it a long time ago. Insominia pointed to Anton Salon. "That's right," he said, turning his head to Aslema, "Arroni is waiting for you in the Romantic Park." ”

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There is a large field of lavender in the Romantic Park, which blooms all year round under the irrigation of magic. Many summoner couples wander in the sea of lavender, enjoying happiness and romance. On the side of a certain path, a casual glance will reveal a wooden sign with a poem engraved on it:

"There's a faint fragrance wafting through my memory

That year, I walked hand in hand with you in the sea of lavender

Don't worry about everything, because you're by my side

There is no need to look back at the blood, rain, wind and frost

Because happiness is knocking on my doors and windows

I thank Eva* for giving me angelic girl

Beauty is her temperament, and kindness is her belief......

However, mortals must eventually succumb to the power of fate

The curse that went deep into my bone marrow had to make me set sail again

Count the sorrows in the morning breeze

Wandering in the brook under the remnant sun

The breeze is rising, but there is no more your fragrance in the wind

A reincarnation, a lifetime of obsession

Life is probably a gorgeous cremation

A thousand years is too short, a second is too long

Just don't forget

That year, I walked hand in hand with you in the ocean of lavender."

"The author of this poem is the famous Valoran bard Arsno," Asrema said to her, taking Eroni's hand.

"I don't understand it. Aroni rested her head on Asrema's shoulder.

"Let me tell you a story. Asrema gently touched Aroni's face.

"Alright!" Eroni blinked her big eyes.

"Legend has it that the legendary Valoran mage Gallaher Amuel was once seriously wounded, and in order to escape his pursuers, he avoided the city and fled to the village" Asrema took Eroni's hand and walked forward as she told her a story, "One day, Amuel came to a manor full of lavender, and he collapsed in the manor due to his injuries. When I woke up, I found a beautiful woman in front of me. The woman took care of him until he recovered. When Amuel was leaving, he asked for the woman's name, but the woman did not tell him, but asked him to make a wish on the lavender of the manor. Amuel did so, but when he turned around, he found that the woman had disappeared in a white light, but his wish was finally granted!"

"What did he wish?" asked Aroni.

"In 800 years, a couple will come to a patch of lavender and ask them to be married," Asrema replied, "The man is called Asrema and the woman is Aroni!"

"Yes!" Eloni hugged Asrema tightly, "It seems that we have waited 800 years for each other to meet!"

"Of course, my grandmother once said that love is the fruit of good cultivation in previous lives," Asrema suddenly became serious, "Those who do evil will be accompanied by loneliness in the next life." ”

A warm wind blows, the lavender shakes their soft limbs, and a delicate fragrance rises and swirls with the shaking of the moment, as if people can see the embodied fragrance like smoke, surrounding each couple. Eroni leaned down to pluck a lavender, but found that the blue-purple flowers were too delicate to touch, and she quickly gave up on the idea.

"Lavender looks very weak on the surface," says Asrema, "but it's actually very tenacious. ”

Arroni straightened up and looked at Asrema, who looked at her too, and the two of them looked at each other, their eyes reflecting each other's images, their mouths and noses breathing each other's breaths............ Aslema suddenly hugged Aroni tightly, and at the same time, Arroni slowly closed her eyes, and the lips of the two leaned together little by little, and kissed passionately.

Anton Saron leaned against the small pavilion not far away, poked his head out and peeked at Asrema and Arroni's kiss, he had been here for a walk, but he didn't expect to see the scene he didn't want to see the most, and the last thing he shouldn't see...... His legs suddenly lost the strength to support his body, and he sat down on the ground with a thud, and for some reason, some liquid blurred his vision.

The setting sun broke free from the shackles of the clouds and spread its warmth and light onto the earth. Under the sunset, lavender becomes more and more bright and beautiful, like a blue-purple flame, burning with the passion of youth. Aroni and Asrema looked at each other with their foreheads resting on their foreheads, smiling.

Arroni's cheeks were crimson, like the glorious sunset in the sky. "I love you, darling!" she whispered.

Asrema was a little surprised at first, but quickly adjusted her mood. "Me too. He responded with the same gentle voice.

The pavilion not far away was deserted, except for a few forgotten tears that moistened the rough stone steps......

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Insominia sat alone in his dormitory reading a magic book, he was memorizing those complicated magical concepts, although he was a hundred unwilling, but this year's exam was close at hand, rather than making a C* and coming back embarrassed, it was better to go with this unreasonable system. However, he only complied for five minutes-

"Who wrote these concepts?" Inthominia slammed the magic book in her hand to the ground, "Are you the result of a human-pig miscellaneous?"

Insominia stood up and picked up a notebook on the table, he had been somewhat crumbled by the complex concept of magic. "Stupid! I don't think you're useful summoners!" he looked angry, but when he opened the notebook he had inadvertently picked up, he seemed to have forgotten everything before.

"Diary, Anton Salon's diary?" Insominia was suddenly interested, and he was curious to know what this guy Anton Saron would remember.

"December 13th

Inthony had an argument with Mentor Andrea, who asked him to go out, and Asrema walked out of the classroom with him. The instructor said that Insominia was right, the concept of magic is not useful in actual combat, but we have to cope with the exam, so we have to study this course. And what about me? Even if I passed the exam and got my qualification, I was still an unqualified summoner, my magic was always working, and more importantly, I didn't have any confidence in myself.

Eroni glanced at me today, and even though I learned in this journal that she was not looking at me but at the window that day, I was still thankful that she was looking at me, and it was a wonderful feeling.

December 19th

Today, when I was writing a letter to Arroni, Asrema suddenly came in and tried to snatch the letter from my hand, and I burned it with a fire curse in a hurry. When Sominia came in, he asked me to try again, I was so nervous, I knew I couldn't make it, so I told him, "I can't do it"

Another thing is that I originally went for a walk in the romantic park, but I found that it was all couples, and I was the only one walking in it alone, like a fool, and many people looked at me with strange eyes. But none of that mattered, I saw it, I saw Aroni kissing Aslema. I don't know why, but I feel so bad that I still do it, and I can't help but cry when I think about that scene. Eroni is a group flower, and she has her own sweetheart, and more importantly, she won't accept me. But why do I feel this way bad? Why do I feel sad and lost when I see Asrema close to her? And why do I always see them making out?

December 23rd

I finally decided to go out for a walk today, because Prefect Owen had a very open conversation, and I was treated like air as if I didn't exist. However, it was too cold outside. Lately, they've been robbing me of my things, and every time I get something to eat from the communal table at the college, they're immediately snatched away. So, so I'm really hungry...... 186's companions began to talk to me, and that was because Bangard and his friends had started teasing me. They tied my shoelaces to the table, put mustard in my water, and wrote on my clothes. Yesterday, Bangard ordered a badge on the outside that read "Anti-Anton Salon", this badge was gilded and beautiful, so many of his companions asked him for one. Now, everyone wears this badge every day when they go out, and I'm almost a celebrity in the academy. (It seems that only Insominia did not wear it)

December 25th

From today onwards, I decided not to go to the Romance Park again, because just now a senior told me that this is a place for couples and one person is not allowed to come here. Actually, I know he deliberately lied to me, but what he said is the truth, there is no one here, they are all a couple. They often use exaggerated body language to tell each other's ambiguity.

I've been feeling very lost lately, I don't know why, in the whole college, I don't have a single friend, not even a single person who is willing to pay attention to me, is this kind of work no different from death?

December 26th

Today, Senior Owen said that the college's library is open to the public, and I decided to go in and have a look. It has to be said that any part of the War College is huge, including the library of course. There are hundreds of bookshelves, each filled with books. I suddenly realized that reading is a good thing, it can pass the time, and it also makes me feel lonely. I decided to come here every day from now on. 」

Insominia closed Anton Salon's journal and put it back in place, and it was then that he saw that the black script on the back of the journal was handwritten, "'If a man can overcome loneliness, he becomes a god'" he whispered.

"Anton Saron, if you want to be a god," said Insominia, writing something on paper with a pen, "first overcome yourself!"

Fire Spells: Valoran's summoners and magicians divide all spells into 6 levels according to the difficulty of the spell, with level 1 being the most difficult to cast and level 6 being the easiest. In addition, there are five types of magic: wood, earth, water, metal, and fire, and the five systems of magic are closely related to each other, and they promote a relationship of dependence and mutual restraint.

* Eva: Valoran's legendary god of creation.

*C: There are three grades for the summoner exam: A, B, C, with C standing for fail.

Listen to the rain heart:

Due to a minor illness recently, this update is only more than 16,000 words. Special thanks to one of the readers of Dust, who sent me the following quote when I was sick:

Now you are just showing your edge, maybe your previous life was as miserable as Anton, but after that, you have your supporters, your we, we will definitely not be mediocre anymore! Believe me!!

This passage gave me a lot of motivation, thank you to this reader, and thank you to all the friends who supported "Dust", thank you!

In this chapter I mention the Council of Summoners and its annual plenary session, which is not lacking in criticism, and is written in a straightforward manner, because the subject matter of the novel emboldens me to say that the essays and essays I have previously published in newspapers and magazines, even the slightest criticism, must be harmonious if they are read. In the Celestial Empire, such an event is not surprising.

In next week's update of Chapter 3 (3), I'll mention the Summoner's New Year's Party and the annual exam, as well as an important concept and organization of the book, and the mighty Cassadine will be officially introduced!