The Legend of Valoran Heroes of the League of Legends

Chapter 142

The two pink seeds growing on the emerald green mud attracted Swain's attention again, and he asked excitedly, "What are these?"

Jiela hooked her fingers, and said in a coquettish manner: "Look, this is my original magic, growing wildly!"

The crazily growing barbs and rushing vines had incredible changes when they met two pink seeds.

After the barbs met the seeds, a thorn sprayer with reddish petals and pink flowers bloomed at the end of the trunk. It opened its petals, and the spiked stamens inside were like arrows ready to be fired on a bowstring!
And when the vine meets the seed, a purple flower blooms. In the center of the flower, there is a bright red trunk with a dark purple top and a spiked vine whipper. It shakes gently like a long whip stamen, Like a whipped executioner!
Looking at the two swaying plants, Swain had already forgotten that he was in a cage of thorns. His eyes were full of madness. Zyra's spells had given him too much shock and enlightenment. The magic that has just been successfully experimented has new possibilities.

Swain lived in the tree hole again, this time, beside the tree hole, was accompanied by a delicate flower.

Swain and Zyra are discussing ideas about magic every day. They put their wild ideas into action, study various forms of magic, and express them.

The dead and silent plague jungle became lively because of the crazy experiments of the two of them.

It is not uncommon to see stagnant water stained green spouting up and raining a green rain.

Or the giant tree that has collapsed and covered with moss is entangled in vines and lifted up, surrounded by crows in the air, and then falls heavily.

What's more, you can even see the vines like small snakes crawling over the open green space, and then shrink suddenly, startling a group of black crows.

On this day, Swain and Zyra stood side by side, staring at a purple magic circle on the green ground in a daze. Pierce, standing on Swain's shoulder, also tilted his head, chewing a piece of carrion in his mouth, slowly chewing.

The purple magic circle rotated slowly, and suddenly there was a ding sound, a sharp claw protruded from each eye of the magic circle, and suddenly shrank, and the circles of the magic circle were like shrinking crow claws. The parts in the center are twisted together.Just imagine, if there is a person standing in the center of this magic circle, this person will be tightly bound by the crow's claws. This is the bondage of the crow's claws that Swain thought of from Zyra's entangled roots.

"It looks good."

"It's just too rigid, and it's more difficult to release for moving targets."

"That's right, we should think of another way to slow down the enemy's actions."

"What are your thoughts?"

"I can't cast two spells at the same time, how do you solve this?"

After a moment of silence, Swain and Zyra looked at Pierce standing on Swain's shoulder at the same time. Pierce swallowed the carrion in his mouth and croaked suspiciously.

A few days later, the bustling Plague Jungle became a little quieter, replaced by Pierce's ugly croaking.

Swain began to train Pierce to develop another matching skill for his spells, which is to let Pierce cast spells that can slow down enemies on his enemies, so that his Binding of Crow Claws can better grasp the enemies!
Swain was inspired again from Zyra's flogger's action. He asked Pierce to spit out a magic chain like a long whip, and whipped a small wooden stake standing in the verdant land at this time. Swain and Jay Ra looked at the stake that had been shattered from the bark, and began to whisper.

"Do you think this can slow down the enemy's movement?"

"It does feel a little worse."

"I think it should be more powerful, the effect of one blow to disable will be better."

"Good way, let's try it."

Swain curled his little finger, put it in his mouth and blew hard, a clear whistle sounded, and Pierce flapped his wings and fell back to Swain's shoulder.

Swain stretched out his hand and put it next to Pierce's mouth.

Pierce tilted his head for a look, then bit down without hesitation, pecked off a piece of flesh from Swain's arm, and began to chew.As if he didn't feel the pain, Swain tilted his head and said softly to Pierce, "Put in a little more force."

Pierce chewed Swain's meat, and his eyes became red. It swallowed the meat in its mouth, flapped its wings and flew again. This time, it was obvious that Pierce's wings became stronger!

"Using your meat, can it be made stronger?"

"This is a method of blood breeding, I figured it out from you letting the seeds grow wildly.

"How strong can it become?"

"look by youself."

Pierce, who had eaten Swain's blood, fluttered his wings and flew high, facing the tree stump whose bark had peeled off. The same purple chain spewed out from Pierce's mouth. This time, the chain went straight through the tree stump, and then Tie up the whole stump.

Seeing this situation, Swain pouted, as if he was not satisfied with this appearance.

"It seems to be over."

"really."

"Do you want to improve?"

"I think you should improve your blood essence feeding method first. If you have to feed a piece of meat every time, wouldn't you be left with bones after a fight?"

"That's true."

"It seems that we have to consider it from other aspects."

Swain was lost in thought.

Pierce stood on a broken tree stump, pecking at the weird little bugs that had been scared away from the rotten wood.

After another few days of research, Swain had a new breakthrough.

On this day, Swain and Zyra stood side by side as before. Pierce stood on Swain's shoulder and combed the feathers. In front of Swain and Zyra was a new stake.

Swain took a step forward on crutches, pointed at the tree stump with the other hand, and a mass of green lake water flew towards the tree stump.

The green water enveloped the stake, and the mixed black crow feathers in it instantly turned into several little crows circling around the stake, pecking at the stake from time to time.

"What is the use of this spell?"

"Since it is not possible to raise it with blood essence, then I can only torture the opponent first, so as to make the pain he suffers more painful."

"Use pain to torture your opponent?"

"That's right, the body of the opponent who has been tortured will lose a certain amount of defense against subsequent attacks."

"So, in this way, my magic attack system is almost complete."

"Ok?"

"I might have to go."

"why?"

"I set up a big game before, and now, it's time to go back and close the net."

"Are you coming back?"

"Do not."

"dangerous?"

"Correct."

"I think I can help you."

"If necessary, I will come to you."

"You just said you wouldn't come back here."

"I'll send someone to find you."

"who?"

"The one with the badge."

Zyra looked at a badge slowly raised in Swain's hand.

This is a black crow badge, a lifelike badge, just like a shrunken Pierce.

　The reason why so many pens and inks are used to write about Crow Swain is because he has a heavy role in the back.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)