With a smile, the Vastaya girl transformed into a white-faced owl, spread her wings and flew into the sky, and soon disappeared, leaving Lester alone standing there with his head lowered, like an idiot with a wounded head.
"Um, Lord Leicester, are you still going to sea?"
The old boatman who was hiding far away saw something was wrong and quickly ran over and asked cautiously.
"Going to the sea...do you know where Kiriwei Island is?"
Staring at Lester's bloodshot eyes, the old boatman shuddered.
"Uh, didn't you say Miss Luoyi would lead the way?"
"Then I won't leave. Thank you for waiting so long."
"Sir, this is nothing..."
After handing the old boatman the fare he had prepared, Lester turned around and walked toward the west.
Lester has decided to become a pathfinder in the Sea of Watchers again after returning from Icathia.
As a responsible man, no matter what happens, he must coax his coquettish woman back.
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It is very difficult to enter Ixtal from the outside without knowing the way, but as the former great elemental envoy of Ixtal, Lester would naturally not be unaware of the influence of Vidalian (Note: located in
Where do the secret passages of tree walls and vines controlled by the National Artifact in the central tower of Sooken City lead?
Starting from the south gate of Ixoken City and heading to the southwest border of Ixtal, passing through the rainforest controlled by Vidalian, you can reach the Miasma Jungle in the west. As the outermost line of defense of Ixtal, the Miasma Jungle
It has a standard tropical rainforest climate, full of poisonous miasma and poisonous insects and ferocious beasts. It is an indestructible natural line of defense. Unless it is a super-scale magic bombing or digging inch by inch with large excavation equipment, it will be difficult to break through the miasma jungle.
Line of defense.
For Lester, the threat of the Miasma Jungle was naturally not a threat. It only took him two months to successfully pass through the Miasma Jungle, cross the mountains to the west of Ixtal, and arrive at Aika.
On the northern border of West Asia, many villages can still be seen in the oases along the border, but further south it becomes a barren and dry land.
Icathia is located in the southeastern protrusion of the Shurima continent. The terrain is full of high mountains and deep valleys. The terrain is high in the southeast, low in the central basin, and continues to rise in the northwest. The mountains are continuous and winding. It is a typical half-graben basin structure.
According to Jax's description, if the Ascended Ones of Shurima were not too powerful, some Ascended Ones who had gained the attributes of the Dragon King would even be able to fly. Otherwise, the danger of the terrain alone would have been enough for the Icathians to hold off the enemy.
In addition, the example of Icathia's failure is enough to conclude that it is impossible to use human sea tactics to fight against extraordinary power in Runeterra. The cruel fact is that even if all mortals are armed, it is not enough for the Ascended to kill alone.
If you want to gain a foothold in Runeterra, you must master the power that scares all the gods. On this road, power is paramount.
Confirming his desire for powerful power, Lester stood on the mountainside looking south in the distance, took a deep breath, and walked slowly down the mountain.
Taking the initiative to contact the void was his first choice.
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"Did you hear it? Did you hear it? Did you hear the voice from the underground? The voice from the abyss is at our feet! It is in our ears! I am a prophet, you should listen to me The call! Obey my command! Welcome the final voice!”
On the streets filled with yellow sand, a ridiculous lame beggar was holding a broken bowl and shouting idiotic nonsense. The residents of Shurima living in Amakra looked not surprised, and the distinguished guests who had been staying in the hotel for a long time put on their hats. With his fingers covered with gemstones and agate rings, the servant dropped a large bone stick from the window that he intended to leave for the wild dogs.
The big bone club hit the ground and rolled twice before landing in front of the lame beggar.
The lame beggar no longer groaned when he saw the bone stick. He gratefully picked up the bone stick stained with dust, opened his mouth wide and licked the remaining shreds of meat on the bone stick desperately, causing the surrounding audience to laugh. Amakra's The streets are filled with a happy atmosphere, and even the scavengers on the street who can't even put together half of their clothes have a bit more relaxed smiles.
As if he had gained some kind of satisfaction, the rich man put on a malicious smile and said a few words to the servant, who then sprinkled the medicinal powder in the purple glass bottle on the steamed buns.
Following the big bone stick was a complete steamed bun. This time, even the passers-by on the roadside showed greedy expressions. However, everyone knew who the steamed bun was for, and it was difficult to start with it for a while. They could only envy it. He watched the old beggar pounce on the steamed buns again.
"Stop eating! You are affecting our business!
Get out of here, you stinky beggar!
"
A little boy squatting by the stall suddenly shouted and picked up the steamed buns at his feet and threw them to the wild dog with a rattle. The hungry wild dog opened its red eyes wide and opened its mouth at lightning speed. He took the little boy's gift in his mouth and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.
“Ahhhh!
What are you doing!? My steamed buns!
Don't steal my steamed buns!
"
The beggar who was devoured by the wild dog chased the wild dog like crazy. The passers-by who did not grab the steamed buns finally put away their jealous expressions and burst out laughing. Amidst the ridiculous laughter, only those on the third floor of the hotel were The rich man frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the sudden accidental script, but it was another wild dog that died, so the ending was not bad.
The rich man glanced indifferently at the little boy who had ruined the good thing. The hotel window closed with a bang. The closed window ended the interrupted comedy, and another comedy had just begun.
"Ahem... Malzahar, what are you doing? He just wants to eat a steamed bun! Have I ever taught you to insult others like this?"
The male owner of the stall coughed a few times and slapped his young son on the face, causing the five-year-old boy's head to buzz and he fell heavily to the ground.
The little boy with stars in his eyes lay on the ground holding his head. He could see the endings of others in various visions, but he could not see his own future.
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The little boy did not retort to his father, saying that he saw the beggar eating the steamed buns bleeding to death on the spot. The little boy just lay on the ground silently waiting for his father's punishment. In his confused thinking, he even had the leisure to regret himself.
Killed an innocent dog.
"Okay, okay, Birrell, he is just a child, please spare him."
The middle-aged woman at the neighboring stall enthusiastically dissuaded her with a smile on her face.
"But having said that, Biler, you are such an honest and responsible person, but this child Malzahar has been crazy since he was a child, and his heart is indeed a bit poisonous... He is not like you. He should go home and educate him."
Birrell put away his anger and treated his colleagues. The man's face was replaced by a simple and honest smile.
"What you are saying is that this child deserves a good education... Malzahar, stand up."
Amid his father's stern reprimand, the little boy got up from the ground and suppressed the 'buzzing' sound left in his mind by the slap.
"I ask you, did you do the right thing? How did your mother and I educate you?"
"Be an honest person, do things according to your duty, don't bully... don't bully others..."
"Humph, I remember it quite well, so how did you do it?"
"I, I...I saved the lame uncle..."
Hearing what the little boy said, the face of the middle-aged woman watching the show suddenly became a little more eager. In order to make it easier for others to hear, her voice was also louder.
"Look, you kid can't tell the difference between good and bad sometimes. Biler, I don't think you should set up a stall here. Isn't there an old witch doctor in the West Market? Go back and look for that old witch doctor.
Get Malzahar a doctor. It doesn't matter if he looks bad. If there is something wrong with his brain, it will be a big trouble. If you can't even find a wife, it will be a big trouble. Who will inherit your inheritance?
'Family business'?"
Amid the new laughter in the street, Birrell and his son put away their grocery stalls in a gray manner. No matter what time, cheerful laughter could always be heard in this street, as if the sound was not laughing at itself.
Following behind his ashen-faced father, Malzahar lowered his head.
"Dad, I...I'm telling the truth...that steamed bun is poisonous...the lame uncle will die if he eats it..."
"Cough cough... cough cough... I also know that there is an old witch doctor in the West City, Malzaha. I will take you to see it tomorrow. You always have strange sayings and ideas. Maybe you really are
I got sick,
Ahem... Son, daddy apologizes to you. He shouldn't have hit you like that just now, but you really made me hate the iron. I, Birrell, have been poor and ambitious throughout my life. I have lived an honest and upright life.
I have never done such a despicable thing. Even if I owe someone a copper coin, I can't sleep.
My child, you really shouldn’t be such a bully... That lame uncle was the one that my father had to convince the other stall owners to let him beg there. Ahem... You may feel that your father is annoying because he preaches too much, but Dad
I still want to tell you that you must always have your own bottom line as a human being... Even if your father is gone, you must live openly and be a good person..."
I wanted to touch my son's head and apologize, but the man's cough became more and more violent. The man who spread his palm looked at the dark blood in his palm and wiped it calmly on the cloth in his pocket.
Seeing his father's appearance, Malzahar burst out crying, tears rolling down his face.
Suddenly, in a vision, the little boy saw a man lying on the bed and losing his breath. There was another body on the chair next to the bed. That was the mother who had lost her husband and suffered from heart failure. Her face was haggard.
The death of his father finally made his grieving mother unable to hold on any longer and left together. This was the cruel fact that Huan Huan wanted to tell himself.
If he goes home today, he will become an orphan and lose his father and mother forever.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Dad, can we not go home? Please, can we not go home? Can you take me to the witch doctor now?"
Malzahar's cries finally made the man stop, and he felt even more sorry for his child. Birrell regretted that he had struck too hard just now.
After hesitating for a moment, Bilor, whose eyes were a little sour, first shook the fluttering money bag in his arms, then looked up at the still early sky. The man finally made up his mind and nodded.
"Okay, let's go now. Don't worry, our family is rich. No matter how much money we spend, we have to get good medical care. Dad also hopes that you can respect your father when you grow up. For you, dad has to make money to support the family.
Go out to the stall tomorrow and apologize to that lame uncle."
After the words fell, Malzahar's head was buzzing and he desperately saw his father lying in a strange room in a new vision. There was blood everywhere. There was blood everywhere, and everything he saw was his father.
of blood,
An old man wearing an animal bone mask fell to the ground in fright. He regarded himself as a plague, and his mouth was full of obscene words, as if he was the son of a curse. His father's body was thrown out by the witch doctor, just like a rich man throwing away his father's body.
It was a rotten bone, but the old witch doctor held his father's money bag tightly.
Unable to suppress her grief any longer, Malzaha grabbed her father's withered hands that had been eroded by the wind and sand, hugged the man in front of her tightly, and buried her head in her father's arms.
"Daddy, daddy, let me hug you, let me hug you, let me hug you, okay?"
He lovingly stroked the little head that was acting coquettishly towards him. For some reason, the man's dry eyes began to shed tears uncontrollably. The smiling and crying man squatted down and satisfied his son's little request.
Although he could not make any money, he always tried his best to fulfill his son's wishes within his ability.
"Ahem... How old is this kid who still cries and acts like a spoiled brat? When you are cured, go to your mother to act like a spoiled brat. Don't expect that your father will forgive your behavior today..."
The father and son hugged each other and stood in the street. Malzahar did not let go of his father, and the father did not let go of his son.
It was like this after ten minutes, and it was like this after half an hour, until about an hour later, someone finally shouted in a joking tone.
"Billel, I know that you two have a deep love for each other as father and son. The question is, can you go home and disgust others? Isn't it an eyesore when you stand on the street?"
Is this a joke?
Isn't this a joke?
If my father could be more forceful and scold him back, this sentence would become a joke, right?
The remaining warmth of his father on his chest had turned into a heart-breaking coldness. Malzahar opened his tearful eyes and had to accept the reality that his father had left him forever. He originally wanted to hug him like this, as if In this way, his father is still by his side.
But now, his father can no longer talk to him.
Wiping his own snot on his father's dirty collar, Malzahar shed tears silently. This was the only thing he could leave for his father.
The little boy looked at the speaker. He still remembered that his ingenious father built a wooden bed for the family for free. Just because the man prayed for a few days, his father gave up asking for wages, saying that it was not easy for him.
His father regarded him as a neighbor in need of help. What did he regard himself and his father as?
Who among the people alive in this world has it easy?
