Legend of Valoran

In the depths of the Shurima Desert, the giant palace buried under the yellow sand, with its magnificent and exquisite layout, is like a huge imperial city.

In the center of the palace is an ancient altar. The center of the altar constantly exudes majestic huge energy, breaking through the shackles of the ground and piercing the clouds.

Ezreal is now beside the altar, feeling the power of the supreme starlight.

"This is the artifact of the goddess Icacia, the light of Icacia?" Ezreal's voice trembled slightly, and the huge magical energy of the space made him daunting.

Ezreal felt like a drop of water in the vast ocean, shaking under the majestic force. But soon, he woke up. He didn't come here to stand here feeling fear, but to obtain the artifact and launch a strong blow at Summoner Canyon.

He stepped forward to the beam of light, and that powerful magical energy instantly made him prostrate.

This? The light of Icacia, it is just a light, how can I gain its power? Ezreal knelt on the ground, raised his head, and looked at this dazzling beam of light.

Just as Ezreal was thinking about countermeasures, a clear sound that could purify everything sounded: "Young man, what do you mean by coming here?"

This voice? Ezreal looked around, hoping to find the source of the sound.

"I'm right in front of you, young man, the last incarnation of the goddess Icacia-the light of Icacia." The crisp voice sounded again, like a breeze, blowing through Ezreal's heart. The suppressing force of the beam of light in front of him began to ease.

"You are the goddess of Icacia?" Ezreal was speechless with excitement.

He traveled around the ancient and mysterious places of Valoran, and the one he yearned most was Icacia, the lost civilization mentioned in a few words in ancient books.

"Yes, no, I am an artifact made by the goddess Icacia with her own spirit. The light of Icacia, as the name suggests, represents the most sacred and pure power of the goddess Icacia during his lifetime, to defeat all evils in the world."

The voice in the beam of light paused for a moment, and then continued: "It's your turn, young man, why are you here?"

After hearing this, Ezreal was taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly replied: "My Goddess, I found a beam of light emitting from the sky on the edge of the Shurima Desert, so I was driven by curiosity to find this place."

"The energy here leaked onto the ground? Did something happen?"

"I didn't know at first, until I inadvertently broke into the sleeping place of another goddess, I was lucky enough to understand the truth." Ezreal replied.

"The other one? Is it Rek'Sai? How can she help humans?" The goddess Icacia was a little confused and muttered to herself.

"Rek'Sai? Is that the adult's name?" Ezreal asked softly.

"You don't need to know much about her, you continue to say."

Seeing that the goddess Icacia was unwilling to answer, Ezreal continued: "The lord said that she would listen to the art, and also said that the baron Nash, who was sealed by you in Summoner Canyon, has broken the seal and will break the summoning at any time. In the enchantment of the Division Canyon, only your sacred weapon Icacia's Light can seal Baron Nash again and give me directions to come here."

"If it were before, the light of Icacia had the power to seal Baron Nash, now it won't work." The goddess Icacia sighed from the beam of light.

Ezreal raised his head in shock. It was obviously difficult for him to accept this fact. He finally found this place, how come it was nothing in the end?

He asked unwillingly: "My Goddess, why can't it work now? Could the energy of the artifact leak?"

"No, a thousand years ago, a young man named Azir once came here and borrowed the power of the artifact once. If I didn’t hold it personally, the light of Icasia could only use its power twice, so this Time, it will not be able to complete the seal."

The quiet voice of the goddess Icacia echoed in Ezreal's ears, whose head was blank.

Ezreal stood up, put his hands around his head, and took a deep breath. He scratched his short blond hair indiscriminately and fell into thought.

Suddenly, Ezreal seemed to think of something, and he jumped up excitedly. Then, he turned around again, and said toward the beam of light: "My Goddess, the Master Rek'sai who guided me to find you knows how to listen to the art. She should know that someone borrowed the light of Icathia thousands of years ago. Even so, she still let me come to you, there must be her reasons!"

The voice of Goddess Icacia did not come from the beam of light immediately, as if she was thinking about something.

But soon, the goddess Icathia began to say to herself: "The four of them are still alive. I didn't expect them to be alive..." Her voice sounded full of guilt, like a child who made a mistake, with a little bit of vibrato.

In this situation, Ezreal did not know what had happened.

Although he felt that speaking was not good at this time, he still mustered up the courage, swallowed, and said with a smile: "My Goddess, that... are you okay? Are we..."

Halfway through the conversation, Ezreal stopped again. He was afraid that continuing to say that would irritate the goddess in front of him, who knows if this goddess has any quirks or not, so just shut up.

Thinking of the words that I was so bold to interrupt the goddess Icacia before, Ezreal took a cold breath and shuddered all over.

"Young man, you don't have to be afraid. Thank you for reminding me. Now, put your hand in this light. It needs your body as a medium to exert its power." Goddess Icacia smiled kindly , Its voice is like a clear spring, nourishing Ezreal's heart.

This voice actually has a calming effect, and it is indeed the goddess Icacia! Ezreal marveled at the abilities of the goddess Icacia, and excitedly placed his hand in the beam of light.

He felt a pure sacred power spread through his body, and this unprecedented sense of comfort made his mind and body float along.

"Take the mind as the blade, use the stars as the guide, infuse the power of the galaxy, and hunt down the demon soul in the name of the heavens!"

Ezreal, who was still immersed in the power of the light of Icacia, moved involuntarily under the call of this majestic voice of the goddess.

The light of Icacia lingering around him is as gorgeous as the purple aurora. It slowly transforms into a magic circle in front of Ezreal, like a purple ink painting splashed on paper, the Milky Way and the brilliance of the stars are set against each other, and it is as magnificent as a flower, and it is difficult to distinguish whether it is a flower in a painting or a painting in a flower.

There seemed to be something to be revealed from the circle, and the sound of metal collision and friction sounded.

Ezreal can no longer express his shock at the moment in words. These bizarre experiences make people feel like they are dreaming.

Even though he can magic, he swears that he has never seen such a powerful magic power, its pure and flawless magic power, but it does not have that fatal temptation.

This kind of magic is not like other magic, any magic learned by a magician will make them suffer from magic addiction. If the magic in their body is exhausted one day, they will be worse than dead, even worse than ordinary people.

Ezreal could be sure that this magical power did not cause him any addiction, and it even eliminated his desire for magic in his body.

Is this the magic of the creator of the Icacia civilization? Ezreal tremblingly stretched his hand into the magic circle, and then grabbed it hard, and he pulled out a crystal chain shining with purple light.

"This amethyst chain is transformed by the power of Icasia's Light. When you hit all its power to Summoner's Canyon, the last power I gave to it will also disappear, and it will turn into a golden chain." The West Asian goddess said lightly.

After a pause, she said again: "You can't control this chain now. There is a talisman here, which Azir felt guilty about after borrowing half of the power of the artifact. It is useless to me. It just happened to be given to you. Can help you now control the chain that lost my strength."

"How can this be? I will return it to you when I use it up. I will never covet this artifact!" Ezreal responded loudly.

"The Light of Icacia has lost my power, and it no longer belongs to me. You will be its next master later."

Ezreal wanted to say something, but without waiting for him to reply, the beam of light in front of him quickly collapsed and dissipated in the empty palace group. It's as if there has never been a beam of light here.

Ezreal felt heavier in his heart, and the amethyst chain in his hand exuded a huge arc of energy, like a bow.

He suddenly realized that it was not a sad time, that Summoner's Canyon was still waiting for the light of Icathia.

Izeril controlled the purple light energy with his right hand, leaning back, using all the magic energy in his body to activate this purple arc energy.

That energy seemed to feel something, trembling violently, and rushed straight towards Summoner Canyon...

Summoner's Canyon, Soraka's body has been penetrated through several holes by Baron Nash's tentacles. She was weakly entangled by Baron Nash's tentacles, and Baron Nash's huge head opened his fishy mouth toward her. Its yellowed fangs dripped with sticky saliva on Soraka's body.

Many cracks in the dress revealed her white legs, and there were some red marks left by the tentacles.

"Really a tenacious human, but I am very interested. Why is your magic so starlike?" As he said, Baron Nash's tentacles became tighter.

Soraka felt that she was almost out of breath, and the two dimes gradually became flushed, but did not choose to give in. She closed her mouth stubbornly and looked directly into the eyes of Baron Nash.

"Looking at you being so brave, I will give you another opportunity to say, why is your power so close to the power of the stars? What is the relationship between you and her!"

As Baron Nash tightened his grip, Soraka forced her breath, causing her to cough constantly.

"Very well, then you go to die!" Baron Nash became angry with Soraka's silent irritation. He stretched out the tongue in his largest head to wrap Soraka's head and slowly took her into his mouth.

Soraka's body trembled slightly, and the damp and hot sensation swept through her body, and her sticky fishy saliva made her want to vomit.

Then, she felt Baron Nash's tongue loosen, and she fell into Baron Nash's mouth as she lost her strength.

The hot saliva eroded her body like a tide, and she felt like she was about to melt away.

At this moment, Soraka remembered a lot in her mind. When she grew up in Ionia, everything went so smoothly from birth to the age of nineteen.

At the age of nineteen, she was already on the pinnacle of a demigod, and she would become a **** in just a few days.

She would have been the youngest **** recorded in Valoran's history books, but because of one person, she fell into the world and suffered the curse of the gods.

The Noxian named Warwick has committed unforgivable crimes against her hometown.

Angry, she forgot that she was at the critical moment of becoming a god.

She planted a curse on Warwick, but because she was really in the critical period of transforming to God, she was also cursed and demoted to a mortal as she used her power to do other things without authorization.

Not only that, her body began to turn dark purple, her hair was instantly grayed, and the heart of her forehead had long horns.

Even though she had recovered her body now, she still couldn't get out of the shadow.

Soraka, immersed in memories, felt that someone had taken him away from Baron Nash's mouth. She opened her eyes subconsciously, and Qiyana's fuzzy figure fell into her eyes.

Soraka's pale face forced a smile: "Qiana, put me down, my magic has been exhausted, I can't recover in a short time, and the magic circle can't be carried out, you run away." Soraka After speaking, he coughed a few more times.

"We haven't lost yet, you still have the strength, look up, the sealing circle is still running, Argus and the others are still doing their best!"

Am I still strong? Soraka looked at the magic circle shining in the sky with some confusion.

Suddenly, a huge purple arc of energy appeared not far from the periphery of Summoner's Canyon, and it was rushing toward the magic circle.

"Absorb it and complete the final ceremony, Soraka!" Qiyana shouted at Soraka in her arms.

That is the power formed by starlight! Soraka took a deep breath, her body was like a bottomless black hole, frantically absorbing the magic power of the purple arc.

When she completely absorbed it, she found that Qiyana was no longer by her side. Qiyana had returned to the circle and cast spells with the other three knights to prevent Baron Nash from approaching Soraka.

Soraka trembled, and a picture flashed in his mind.

It was a world full of monsters she didn't know, and a familiar woman was slaying the monsters around her under the haunting of sunlight.

"Soraka, what are you still doing in a daze? Come on for the final seal!" Qiyana roared.

Soraka shook her head and calmed down. She rushed to the center of the magic circle and cast spells with the four knights. The vast starlight power turned into chains again, trying to pull Baron Nash into the abyss.

This time, no matter how much Baron Nash struggled, he could not shake the chain, and he was dragged into the abyss again in unwillingness and roar.

As Baron Nash was sealed again, the space barrier of Summoner's Canyon no longer became transparent, it appeared like a huge ball of light. The energy remaining from the seal poured into the enchantment, making it more stable.

The gloomy sky faded the gray eyes, and the noon sun was the strongest.

Its brilliance shone in the ruined Summoner Canyon, as if it was just a lost ancient city, covered by weeds.

The wind is blowing gently, and it seems to be telling the story that I have just experienced here.

...

"Sir, do you read the newspaper? Justice Weekly, including first-hand information on many countries in Rovaloran, one copper coin!" A dirty little boy holding a pile of newspapers said to a man about nineteen years old .

The man smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, the money I have just used to buy food, I can't buy it."

"Sir, I'll give you this one. Remember to save money and read the newspaper next time. Valoran's first-hand information is available in Justice Weekly!"

The little boy smiled sweetly, and regardless of whether the man would really buy a newspaper next time, he handed a newspaper to the man.

The man took the newspaper, thanked the boy, and read it.

The first thing that catches your eyes is that the fairy Sona of Qin Se will meet friends with Qin in the War College. The man shook his head, skipped this headline, and continued to look down.

The goddess of war Sivir sent out a missing person notice, looking for a 19-year-old man, suspected of his boyfriend? The man has been missing for ten days, what's this all about! Is Ye Feng still innocent?

It turned out that this sloppy man was Ye Feng who had disappeared after the battle in Summoner Canyon.

Noxus has emerged, and the election day of the Supreme Commander-in-chief has been repeatedly postponed, and it is suspected that other countries are secretly involved. Noxus? I seem to have to pass there when I want to go to Ionia.

Ye Feng thought for a moment, then continued to look down. He wanted to find news about Fiona. He saw Fiona die with his own eyes, but he did not find her body. This ignited hope that Fiona was still alive in his heart.

However, he still did not find any news about Fiona in this newspaper. He threw the newspaper to the ground angrily and stepped on it a few times.

Helpless, he, like a desolate dog, walked aimlessly on the streets of the War College.

Now Ye Feng found out that without Fiona, he was nothing.

Although Fiona usually likes to pretend to be cold and show off his swordsmanship in front of him, it is all for him to be alone and grow up.

Ye Feng slapped his face when he thought of his resistance when practicing swordsmanship, and deliberately became awkward.

Fiona is dead, but I can't even find her body, can't let her sleep in the ground, I'm really useless!

Ye Feng just complained and stumbled on the street.

Suddenly, Ye Feng felt that he had hit someone. He quickly apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry!"

...

When I woke up, I was already lying in my dormitory at the War College.

At that time, my head was blank, full of bits and pieces spent with him in Summoner's Canyon.

When I heard about his death, I felt my heart of kendo that had never been shaken in the past ten years was shaken.

I lay in bed for three full days, during which time Sivir and Caitlin stayed in my room every day.

Occasionally, when I was alone with Caitlin, I heard her mention Sivir. Sivir firmly believed that he was not dead, so he published a missing person notice in Justice Weekly, hoping to find him.

Out of a woman's sensitivity, I roughly guessed why she was like this. But I didn’t say, Caitlin did.

Now, ten days have passed since the sealing of Baron Nash. I should also slowly walk out of the shadows. If I stand still, my swordsmanship will stop here.

For him, I just want to bury him deep in my heart, in order to inspire myself to become stronger.

If I didn't choose to go to Summoner's Canyon, maybe he wouldn't die there.

Although everyone is comforting me, it is not my fault, but I cannot forgive myself.

I want to try to make the sun outside, make myself more active, and live bravely with his share.

However, this has no effect. I am still immersed in painful memories, his body pierced by Baron Nash's tentacles is vividly visible.

I walked numbly on the road and bumped into someone. But I didn't try to apologize, or that I didn't realize that I hit someone.

I didn't realize anything until the familiar voice rang in my ears again.

This voice can't be wrong, it is his voice! I raised my head trembling, and he also happened to raise his head.

We looked at each other, unbelievable, he is still alive! With tears rolling in my eyes, I never thought I would meet him again.

His stunned expression made me feel the urge to punch him. But I know that I can't do it this time.

I hugged him tightly, for fear that he would slip away from me again. That warm body is the best proof of his life.

This time, I won't let it go!

--Fiona Laurent

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