Overclocking Summons League of Legends

() When Raisa was desperate to die, her pet, a Shurima wildcat, fled.This cat has transcended the meaning of pets.In Risa's eyes, this cat is not only her playmate but also a reliable relative. Whenever the night is quiet, Risa will always talk to this cat.

"Damn bastard!"

"Voracious rats, disgusting bedbugs."

She always cursed the nobles in the city-state like this. When the famine came, this woman could talk to the cat for a whole night.She would not fall asleep drowsily until the sky turned pale.

Only in this way can her mental exhaustion be exhausted and she forget the pain caused by hunger.

However, the nobles cursed by her never died in the stinking moat, soaked in the witch's poison, as she told the cat.

The lack of food has persisted for a long time, and since the defeat of the invincible Noxian army on the front line, the situation has suddenly increased.

People in the villages began to slaughter livestock, even the cattle that plowed the land.Sows with their young were killed, their skins turned into aspic, and their guts and blood clots made into sausages.When winter came, the livestock were finally slaughtered, and even the seeds hidden in the cellar were eaten by the hungry villagers.

Desperate people began to hunt rats, those who hide in dark corners to steal human food, the final destination is the shriveled stomach of human beings.In the end, even the rats disappeared, and every inch of Noxus' dominion was "alive," human or otherwise.All buried under snow.

Raisa thought she was well hidden, and the cat was one of the gifts from her husband.It is "the only thing that has always accompanied" Reisa's reason for persisting until now, and the rest were sold by Reisa to the merchants in Legbone Lane.

And now, she had to deal with this last gift, even though it was as painful as Raisa was tormented by hunger.Under the thin skin are ribs like the keel of a sea ship, and it seems that the wriggling internal organs can be seen through the sparse hair.

She felt that the moment of last resort had come.

Before making this difficult decision, Resa had been like the people in the village, digging through the thick snow layer in the fields to find earthworms hibernating in the hard soil.To fill her stomach, she ate anything edible, sucked ice-stained bark, and chewed rotten grass roots.

Last week Raisa had cooked her husband's belts in the pot.This pot of belt soup has kept her going until now.

This is the cat is her only relative.The man died on the battlefield of Demacia before he could get her pregnant.The cats from Shurima are covered in pale yellow fur with white spots, and their black onyx eyes are as clear as crystal.

Risa tremblingly picked up the knife in her hand and raised it high.And the wild cat was pressed on the stool by her other hand.Opposite is a pot of boiling water.Just kill this feral cat.Boil the skin and bones into a pot of rotten meat.She can survive this winter.

As for what hair, internal organs, claws.Risa doesn't even want to deal with it, and these things can also make her a little "full".

This is the cat. She has been hiding very well, and she needs something special to protect her.Some people may not understand why a widow in a village has such strange ideas, but this cat is indeed Raisa's hope for survival.When the famine came, she swore secretly that she would keep the cat.

In the end, the knife in her hand still did not cut, and Raisa put the cat in the wide neckline.The wild cat stared in horror, and did not dare to bark.

Raisa took off her leather boots, cut them into thin strips with a knife, and cooked them in a pot with a few dried beet leaves.The boiling water splashed heartlessly, and the steam seemed to have a strong smell of foot sweat. This feeling was really terrible.But Raisa had no choice. After a long time, she took out the crumpled pimp boiled in the pot and chewed hard.

Big tears welled up in her eyes until she chewed the tough leather strips into pieces and swallowed them mixed with scalding hot water.

For the next week, Raisa lived proudly on these things.But she had become delirious, and even hugged the kitchen table and gnawed, her mouth was full of bitter wood dregs.

The Shurima night cat was terrified and hid when it saw Raisa.I don't know why there is still power in that skinny body. The cat hid in the gap under the stove and did not come out again, even though Raisa screamed and broke its throat.

Risa knelt on the ground, sobbing silently, tears could no longer flow from her eyes.Desperate, let Raisa choose to die!

But before that, she decided to let the poor cat go.

It's like giving her own child a way to survive, Risa thought.

When night fell, the dark sky was covered by thick dark clouds, not even the slightest moonlight could be revealed.Raisa thought to herself that maybe her cat would have a chance to run into the woods, across the vast snowfield to anywhere.

Her cats, cats treated like children, would survive as long as they were away from this land of Noxus rule.

But Raisa is also worried about other people in the village. After the famine, people chew the wet soil dug out of the permafrost, which may contain the eggs of hibernating ants or other insects.

The children followed the cavalry of the patrolling nobles, constantly turning over the smelly horse manure, in order to find some chaff that had not been digested by the horses.

The women quarreled with each other over the corpse of a fleeing man. Whoever he was, he could return home with a frozen corpse. As for whether it was buried in the cemetery east of the village or elsewhere...

Raisa believed, and no one believed, that she was hiding a hungry, scrawny cat.

The poor little guy sprinted out the moment the door was opened, and Raisa staggered behind.Walking through the winding path in the village, the cat seemed to understand what she meant, and headed straight into the woods.

Only then did Raisa breathe a sigh of relief, and the breath turned into misty white smoke from her mouth, like a soul that could not endure hunger dissipating in a winter night, and this breath never came back.Risa staggered a few steps, and finally fell down on the white snow.

By dawn, the people in this village will be happy for Raisa.Pop-ups of family and friends can enjoy piping hot broth and savory sausages that people will think of the village widow as they devour them.

She is such a good person.

A hungry cat doesn't know this, and would stop if it did.It trekked hard in the snow, through dense thorn bushes, and leaned against the cold bark to rest for a while when it was tired.

Along the way, it did not find anything edible in the snow.

The cat was a little desperate, it went through a full night and a full day.By the time the night fell again, it had already reached the vicinity of another village.

The dark night seemed endless, Orlando couldn't believe his eyes, today must be his lucky day.While it was dark, Orlando went to the woods to gather dry wood.

He had to do this, and his mother told him not to go out during the day, let alone go out alone.The purpose is to avoid the adults in the village and the children of other people's families.Only in the middle of the night, when the hungry people were sleeping, Orlando, who was thin and pale, could go to the woods to collect dry firewood for the next day's warmth.

People can endure hunger but not cold.

Just when he was about to go home, he found a wild cat.A bald cat with short light yellow fur, dotted with white spots, and eyes like black agate!

Orlando held his breath and quickly looked around, but there was no one around.The village in the distance was as lifeless as a cemetery, and less than half of the houses in the village with only fifty or sixty households were emitting green smoke.

This is what people have to do to keep warm, and no one is foolish enough to think they are cooking.

As for the other half, the mother told Orlando, those people had disappeared.Relying on these disappeared people, they have lived until now.

Orlando didn't understand why, only that the broth was delicious the other day.But today, people are no longer disappearing, and there is no broth.

Following the reflection of the snow, Orlando looked around carefully. There were basically no other traces in the thick snow, only a line of small footprints behind his buttocks, which proved how silent this forest was.

Orlando closed his eyes, trying to remember the last time he ate meat.When he opened his eyes again, Orlando was already drooling, and he wiped the drool from the corners of his mouth with his black, tattered sleeve.Excitedly, he picked up the firewood on his shoulders and ran like home. Halfway through, Orlando threw away the firewood.

These things were slowing him down, and they were so insignificant compared to the cat.

His mother, Miss Jessica, sat by the firepit with a dazed expression.The only stove in the family has been taken away by the tax collector in the city-state, leaving only a pot and a rusty iron knife to the family.

She stared blankly at the red flames, not daring to move, for fear of remembering the scene of cooking.

This is a good mother, and everything in the family was taken care of by her before her husband died in battle.The daily work is simple and boring. I get up before dawn, cook, wash clothes, and work in the fields.But the famine came and wiped it all away.Both she and her lovely sons pray for more sleep every day, preferably two days at a time.

That way you won't feel hungry.

What adults and children do every day is to lie on the bed and stare at the ceiling, and they dare not move.As long as they move a little, hunger roars in their stomach like a scourge.

"Mother!" cried Orlando, still unable to contain his excitement.

Jessica turned her head mechanically and looked at her child without saying a word.She tapped her chin lightly, motioning the child to continue.

This almost insignificant movement made Orlando calm down, and he lowered his voice and said, "Mom, I found a cat!"

Disappearing is amazing!Jessica was willing to open her mouth and asked, "Cat...?"

She didn't even want to say extra words, so as to save her energy.

Chapter 169: Hunger and Cats