He Comes From the Void

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The two held the vine and swayed down the tree. Kahn pulled out the long knife that Yasuo was holding by the vine and came to him.

"Don't move, I don't want to chop you down."

"I can't move even if I want to." Yasuo's depressed voice came from the cracks in the vines, and Kaisha hid her mouth and snickered.

He was the most innocent one. He walked slowly and didn't see what was going on. He was photographed by the waves of vegetation as soon as he climbed the top of the mountain. The wind swordsmanship didn't have time to make it.

Kahn removed the blindfold and used the Void Vision to distinguish the outlines of Yasuo and the vines to avoid slashing Yasuo. Then he mobilized his magic power and waved the blade. Ordinary slashing not only cuts this kind of vines, but also makes the sword curl.

Shoo, squally winds were everywhere, and sections of vines were swept up high by the wind, and fell like rain and snow.

"You can't learn the essence of Yufeng Sword Art." Yasuo sat up, and the broken vine rolled off him.

"Hacking it." Kahn said casually, returning the weapon to Yasuo.

Putting the sword into its scabbard, Yasuo looked down at the valley, frowning.

"The natural magic here has exploded. Be careful when using magic to avoid unexpected situations."

In this environment, the performance of magic often caused unexpected effects, and Kahn apparently attached magic to the sword for the first time. If he couldn't hold it just now, he might have cut Yasuo.

"What are those floating ring-shaped stonehenges? Why would the Vastalians destroy them?" Kahn asked.

"That thing is called Kunlong. It is a huge landmark. It contains ancient spells, which can regulate the natural magic of a land and open the way to the spiritual realm." Yasuo said without hesitation: "I guess Vastaya People destroyed it, probably because the local humans used Kunlong to restrain and restrict the natural magic on this land."

"Limiting natural magic?" Kai'Sa asked.

Yasuo pointed to the prosperous valley and replied: "High-purity natural magic is also called wild magic, because it is wild and untamable. You have also seen that it is difficult for humans to survive in a land full of wild magic. Therefore, temperance magic is needed to transform the water and soil into a habitable level. Vastaya people are half spiritual and half material, and they cannot be bred in this environment, and the land must be transformed back."

"So the Vastalians destroy Kunlong in order to breed offspring?"

"Perhaps."

"We have seen some Vastaya tribes. The jungle they live in is not filled with magic like this, but they can still reproduce normally." Kahn did not agree with this statement, because he saw a loophole in it.

"Is there anything like this?" Yasuo knew that the fertility of the Vasyas has always been a problem, and the conditions are harsh. This is why there has never been a large tribe among them, and the total number has been slowly increasing. cut back.

"Hertodon tribe, have you heard of it?" Kahn said.

Yasuo shook his head: "There are many Vastayan races in Ionia, and some of them are so rare that I have never heard of them. However, according to this naming method, the Sarcodon tribe you are talking about does not belong to Ioni. Ya."

Kosala, Froota...These are the names of the Vasaya tribe in Ionia, and they don't sound the same category as Sarcodons.

"Is there any spirit tree or spirit stone in their tribe to help nurture?" Yasuo asked.

"No, this is a hunter tribe that honors hunting, full of animalism."

"Vastaya in the Firstborn Land does not advocate killing." Yasuo thought for a while: "Is their magic powerful?"

"They hardly know magic, at least I haven't seen them use them, but their bodies are very powerful."

"I understand." Yasuo took a sip without hurriedly taking a sip from the hip flask, and then explained it carefully, "Kahn, the sarcodon tribe you are talking about must be adapted to the local environment and gradually reduced. The proportion of magic in the body. All changes are made to allow the race to perfuse."

"Hmm, they lived very well in the southern jungle." Kahn raised his eyebrows. The Sarcodon tribe has no natural enemies in that area, but the race's requirements for the tribe are not low.

"The forest has calmed down, let's continue on our way, here is not far from the Temple of Perpetual Existence." Yasuo tightly covered the hip flask. Wine is something you can't find in the forest, and there are still a few days away. Every bite is precious, you have to taste it slowly.

"Aren't you going to find an explanation for those Vastalians? You are all buried, it's not that we almost couldn't get out."

"Forget it, there are more important things to do right now, as long as the person is okay. The other party shouldn't be deliberate, so stop looking for trouble in their territory."

Kahn nodded, Yasuo didn't mind that he had nothing to say.

Then he noticed that Kai'Sa showed her thoughts on her face.

When he asked, he knew that Kai'Sa was a little concerned about Kun Long's affairs.

They didn't say goodbye to Irelia when they left Presidian, and she seemed to be investigating the attacks of Vastia everywhere. She wanted to go back and tell Irelia what she saw.

Kahn told Kai'Sa to give up this idea. First of all, it would be of no benefit to them. Second, they had insufficient evidence. Everything they knew was speculation from Yasuo.

Even if you want to help Irelia, it must be better to figure out the cause and effect first, and then let people tell it.

The three of them walked around the valley and continued to Shangzan.

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A few days later, they walked out of the forest, leaving the rolling mountains behind.

A refreshing breeze was blowing across the plain, and Yasuo felt it, and rarely picked up the shakuhachi that had been worn around his waist, sitting on a giant tortoise rock with his eyes closed and playing.

The two stopped, resting on the feet of the giant turtle rock, listening to the melodious melody in the wind, cuddling together.

After one song, the two clapped their hands in applause.

"I didn't expect you to have a musical instrument." Kai'Sa refreshed her impression of Yasuo. Before that, she only regarded Yasuo as a ronin swordsman who could only reach out for wine.

"The wanderer is homesick, so he will play a piece of melody with affection." Yasuo opened his eyes and stared at the temple on the cliff in the distance, unable to look away for a long time.

The magnificent temple built on the mountain ~www.readwn.com~ and opened among the cliffs is the sanctuary for seeking revelation.

"I can hear the tension in your flute." Kahn said.

"You have good ears." Yasuo did not deny it either.

Yasuo wanted to ask the whereabouts of Yongen from the apocalypse, no matter what the other party became, at least he wanted to see him.

Where there are relatives is the hometown. The closer to hometown, the closer to Yongen, the more nervous Yasuo.

"Don't think too much, don't stop and let guilt catch up with you. Let's go, we will accompany you through the last journey."

Kahn threw the jug into the sky, and Yasuo stared at the jug, leaping over the rock to catch it.

Just go all the way, let the wind guide the direction.

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