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Of course Aoun remembered him.

For an old god like Him who has existed since time immemorial, time is just a toy in the palm of your hand. And for a god like Ornn who would rather stay beside his furnace for hundreds of years, an impressive mortal is worth his memory for a long time.

Like this one in front of him.

Although he has grown from that little guy back then to a bigger little guy, he can be regarded as a qualified fighter. His face was also obscured by beards, and his eyes were filled with unresolved sadness and exhaustion, but Ornn recognized him at a glance. Not by the face, but by that will.

He muttered, "What do you want from me?"

He didn't seem to have any consciousness of being a god at all, and he looked like a man who had to put down his work and deal with him because the neighbor's child kept knocking on the door.

"I have received a revelation - great Ornn, from a god from the East. As I swore to you, I have returned to inform you. Volibear - he is back!"

Just because of this.

It is difficult for Ornn to express his current mood. He was originally forging a dagger. He seldom made such delicate gadgets, and he was a very critical craftsman of his work. So what he made was a human-sized dagger, which was not even a toothpick to him.

He even had to spend a hundred years thinking about how to reduce his size. Not long after the furnace finally started, the child came back and kept calling him. It turned out to be because of something He knew long ago.

but......

He looked at Kedar who was standing in front of him, and said slowly, "You are doing well, I already know."

A stiff smile appeared on Kedal's face, and he collapsed. He was so exhausted, not just physically, but mentally. Ornn watched him fall headfirst, reaching for his axe.

"Well......"

In His eyes, the axe was extremely crude. But because of this, there is room for improvement. The God of Forge, who looked rather like a human-shaped goat, smiled and stroked his beard. He was far away from Kedar, about a few hundred meters. Then he spit out flames from his mouth, illuminating half of the night sky.

The extremely high-temperature flame caused the axe to gradually deform, and at this moment, he took out a hammer and an iron felt from nowhere. Began to beat on the axe, the clanging sound continued until dawn.

Aoun is well known for being critical of his own work,

The same is true of this axe, which was not made by His own hands. When it was all done, he finally struck the end of the axe's handle lightly with the hammer, making his mark.

Putting the axe back to Kedal's side, Aoun's big iron-like hands brushed the air above Kedal's body, and the hot air made his brows spread out when he was lying on the ground. After dispelling the cold outside and the corrosive cold inside him, Ornn turned and left.

How short are the lives of mortals? Most of them don't even live long enough for Orne to conceive a work. But because of this, their lives are extremely brilliant. Ornn has seen many people like Kedar, the boy who fell off a cliff because of his playfulness and the image of the warrior who fell to the ground because of exhaustion.

He began to recall the past.

Every summer someone comes to spend the summer on this rocky field above His Foundry. The climate here is warmer than elsewhere because of Ornn. This is crucial, and they will offer Ornn something that he is not interested in at all. Ornn never showed up, accepted their offerings, and never communicated with them.

Except for Kedal.

When he stumbled and fell off the cliff, Aoun happened to be not making a work. He drove the rock and rescued the child. Aoun felt remorse later, he obviously only needed to drive the rock to take him back, why did he appear?

Kedal recognized Aoun the first time he saw him. Aoun, who had a headache for this curious child, had to coax him, or even begged him to go back. He really doesn't want to communicate with people.

After all, a child is a child, and Aoun's stern face that he has a mission for him is also quite bluffing.

He still remembered what he said.

"I have a mission for you, boy. You need to get out of here and watch my brother in my place—you may have heard his name. Volibear."

What He did not expect was that this sentence made Kedar make an oath. He was still young, but he swore an oath with a solemn expression: "I will be your eye and watch over him for you. Never to die. This is the oath of Kedar from Winter's Claw!"

Aoun also paid attention to him later in his spare time, watching him grow up a little bit. But because of that stupid oath, he had to leave his hometown - the reason is very simple, the Winter's Claw tribe is very fond of Volibear for its cruel and ruthless style.

Ornn knew his brother, in his eyes. Volibear is the embodiment of the savagery of the world, proud of his savage killing and hunting. And requires all mortals to abide by his "old way", but the path of mortals should be decided by themselves, not arbitrarily interfered by them, the old gods who have been eliminated by time.

Kedar, when he grew up, learned of his oath and the conflict with the tribe, left without a word. No explanation was even left, and Ornn knew the mortals of the land. Kedal's actions would undoubtedly be interpreted as betrayal.

The clan raised you, and now it is your turn to serve the clan. As all ancestors had done before, but Kedal left quietly.

He said he called me with the blood of my father and brother...

Ornn narrowed his eyes, and the silent blacksmith walked back to his mountains and continued to forge the dagger without a word.

When it was full daylight, Kedar woke up leisurely.

He didn't wake up by himself, but was woken up by a seagull. The damned beast ripped off a strand of his beard, and Kedal grabbed it in a heartache, and then twisted its neck. Just make it for breakfast today.

He stood up and found a brand-new axe beside him. Kedal's eyes were immediately drawn to the axe, which, in his eyes, was now the most attractive thing in the world.

The dark red axe body, the original rough arc became perfect and fierce, just staring at its sharp edge, made Kedal feel a sting in his eyes. And the handle has even become brand new, and even carefully wrapped with hand wraps, under those hand wraps, are the ancient words that keep flashing.

Kedar picked up the axe with trembling hands, and the instinct from the warrior made him swing twice. Flames swelled in the air immediately, and the unfortunate seagull's corpse turned into coke along with the surrounding sand, and Kedal didn't care.

He just stroked the dark red surface of the axe, feeling the beating power of the flames lodged in it, and then clenched the handle full of ancient writing again. He grinned as his fingers touched the little sign at the end of the handle.

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He Shenyan flipped the book in his hand. He had been worrying about collecting knowledge before, so he simply devised a small spell on the boat for three days.

The principle is not complicated, or even simple. He just needs to release the mental tentacles, and then set a small task goal for them in some form: for example, scan all the things that can be called books in the surrounding earth, write down the contents of those books and bring them back. Considering the strength of his soul, it was easy for his psychic tentacles to do this.

Then he made a book that could store a lot of knowledge, threw the knowledge collected by the tentacles into it, and then classified it. Live together.

Nothing makes him more happy than reading. He Shenyan sometimes feels that he may have a reading addiction. No matter what knowledge he received, he had now seen the tribal customs of the Freljord.

The inhabitants of this land are roughly what outsiders imagine them to be, savage, cruel, and ruthless—but they weren't born that way, and they weren't always that way. The people of the Freljord are actually quite romantic, and more than once, tentacles have found some parchment scrolls in those abandoned villages and towns or houses left by migration.

Ancestral history, of course, is the most. But the second most are all kinds of love poems, the words are bold and hot, and many of them make the mage shake his head when he sees it - good guy. Three hundred of the five hundred words in the whole article are I want to have sex with you.

What kind of love poem is this...

He closed the book, remembering the breath he felt last night. It seems that the people of the Ibratar tribe have not pointed him in the wrong direction, and he is going in the right direction.

Wizards can scan their respective locations and visit them one by one, but that's not very polite. Going down the road to visit is different from throwing a stone at someone's window before visiting. If you choose the latter, even if you come to the door with a gift, most people will think that you are here to find fault.

Looking at the mountains in front of him, he slowly flew up. The scenery of the snow is really good, but it's a pity that if you look at the white for a long time, you will get tired of it. It's not that the legs of a female hairless naked ape wrapped in some black silk fabric can make people watch it all the time.

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"I'm glad to see you safe and sound, Shen, quit."

Sitting across from Shen and Jie was a small yordle—a sentence that might sound a bit ambiguous, after all, every yordle is small. Still, Kennan was the shortest of them all.

Kenan was wearing a purple leotard, with furry claws showing behind the wooden gauntlets. He picked up a cup of hot tea, pulled down his mask, and took a sip.

Shen was a little unsure of Kennan's intentions for coming here.

Of course he knew Kenan, and the Equilibrium had a long history and was scattered across Ionia. And Kennan is the oldest member of the group, the first and only Berserker Heart. The denomination has two constantly changing roles, or responsibilities, whatever you want to call it.

Twilight Eye, Shadow Fist.

The Eye of Twilight is proud of the world, watching every corner between the spiritual realm and the material realm with indifferent and ruthless eyes.

The Fists of Shadows are more expensive, they kill the most, and the same is true for evil spirits.

Kennan traveled the world after leaving his homeland and came to Ionia. Here, he met the nascent Equilibrium sect. After staring for a long time, he not only had a new understanding of the meaning of equilibrium and was attracted by it, but also realized one thing.

A balanced leader needs another person, a person who seeks common ground while reserving differences. This person must prevent the vigorous 'fist' from suppressing the calm and introspective 'eye', and also prevent the 'eye' from being too arrogant and indifferent to stop the action of the 'fist'.

Since the yordles can exist in both the spiritual and the physical realms, Kennan volunteered. The Cult of Equilibrium accepted him, and he has served as Berserkheart to this day. His job is to make judgments and decide how to act to better maintain the balance.

But... if Ku said he didn't show up when he died, what does it mean when he shows up now?

Jie took the initiative to speak: "Master Kenan, I wonder if you understand the matter of Master Kusuo?"

"He's no longer a master, Jie."

Kennan's voice sounded like a child's, but the determination contained in it made it easy to recognize the difference between him and a child.

"What do you mean?"

"It's my dereliction of duty - I go back to Yordle every fifty years, and I'm afraid I've been exposed to something else while I've been away. He's far from equilibrium, and I've been away because of Ionia was too long to discover this."

"what?"

Shen asked, his hands clenched tightly on his knees.

"Some very deep, very ancient things. Some things that you are not fit to know now... Let's talk about business, who is the owner of this tower?"

Kennan moved away from the subject.

"A traveler, a mage. A person worthy of my respect." Jie replied.

Kenan laughed, then turned to Shen: "As far as I know, he killed your father, right?"

Shen didn't react much to this: "Yes, but my father has gone into the evil way. He has deviated from the balance, and such an order should not appear in the sect anyway.

"Very well, you are right. But the sect is in danger right now. The Eye of Twilight is dead, the Shadow Fist is dead, and now it's just me and the rest of the cult." Kennan nodded.

He didn't need to ask, Shen knew what he wanted to say.

"I'm afraid I'm not ready for the Twilight Eye position, Master. I'm still too young, too immature," Shen said, bowing his head.

"Of course I know this. People are more valuable than self-knowledge, be careful. If you can understand your own shortcomings, you have already surpassed many people."

"That's it, if the day comes when I really need you, I will come back and let you know. As for now, the balance of Ionia doesn't require two young people to join it."

"Also, quit. Learn more from that traveler, he is far better than the rest of us."

After he finished speaking, the figure turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared, and the crackling sound flashed past. The yordle disappeared in an instant, and the cup of tea had long since been drunk, leaving only Jie and Shen in the room.

"...Do you still remember the story of Qi Li, the founder of the balance, Taga (ga, three tones) Qi Li?"

Shen turned his head, looked at his white-haired brother, and asked slowly.

"Of course I remember."

Tagaqili, the founder of the balanced sect, a wise man who has long since died but deeply influenced many people.

At that time, Ionia experienced a great war. They rebuilt their homes in the devastated after the war. It was also in such an environment that Patriarch Taga Qili met Kainan.

Exactly how Kennan was drawn to equilibrium is no longer known. But there is a reason why the patriarch Tagaqili realized the way of balance.

Post-war Ionia is unsettled by dead creatures, new deaths are born every day, and those evil spirits from the spiritual realm are constantly harassing the commoners. In those circumstances, equilibrium was born for the first time. They exorcise evil spirits and kill tyrants in their villages. Uphold justice and maintain balance.

Since when did the equilibrium become like this?

Killing a bunch of civilians to maintain an equilibrium... Is the equilibrium changed, or are we?

Shen Meng asked himself, but could not get an answer. This gap in belief is particularly painful for him, but the abstinence is different. He raised his head and said, "Do you still remember the story of Patriarch Tagaqili and Master Kenan?"

Hundreds of years ago, when Kennan had just joined the Order of Equilibrium, Targakiri asked him what he admired most about being a yordle as a yordle.

"Your stories. You have a lot of stories." Kennan widened his eyes. "Human life is short, but your stories inherit what you hold most dear. That's why you are fit to guard both realms, far better than any undead."

Under that clear sky and blazing sun, Kennan spoke his mind and how he wanted to contribute to the balance as much as he could. The Patriarch listened carefully and thought about it again and again.

"You're going to die someday," Kennan added happily. "But I'm willing to carry your story on my shoulders. The story of the Equilibrium sect."

The patriarch Tagaqili listened with a smile and said, "This is a high moral and righteousness, and this trip is a long way to go."

Subsequently, Kennan joined the Equilibrium sect, serving as the Berserker Heart to this day. Yordles are creatures with infinite lifespans who never seem to grow old.

Jie said slowly: "We may make mistakes. But don't indulge in mistakes for too long, my brother. The mistakes are not terrible, but it is terrible if you don't reflect on them. The mistakes of the master, we will not make them again - and Kennan University The teacher will pass on our story."

Shen didn't speak, he just stood up calmly, his whole person looked completely different. When he turned back, Jie saw the purple light in his eyes: "The way of balance... exists between all things, I finally understand, Jie."