LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Monan, Bairat Mountain.

This is the edge of the vast desert and the end of the restricted area of ​​life. Although the wind and sand from the desert in the north are still harsh and ruthless, the gurgling streams flowing down from the mountains in the south have brought some vitality to this barren land.

Grass can grow on the hills here, sheep can be raised, and some drought-tolerant crops can be grown.

To the Shurima people, such a piece of land is already a benevolent and generous charity from nature.

Kesha, 10 years old this year, was born here.

Yes, it is different from the Void Girl Kaisha whom Levi knows:

Kaisha is the name she changed for herself after she became a symbiosis with void creatures in the "future";

And now she is just a little human girl named Kesha.

"Baa~baa~" The morning sun had just risen, and Kesha drove dozens of her sheep to graze in the valley outside the village.

There are no high-rise buildings, no shops, no hustle and bustle of the city, just blue sky, white clouds, green grass, sheep...

Kesha read the picture books her father brought back from Piltover.

Those Piltover people always imagined in stories that they could stay away from the city and work as shepherds in a place like this.

Here, people no longer need to shoulder the heavy burden of life, they only need to take care of those docile and lovely sheep, lie on the grassland and watch the sky quietly...

"That's weird!" Kesha curled her lips helplessly when she thought of those absurd stories written by Pi Cheng.

Then, she couldn't help but let out a long yawn, letting the tired tears fall uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes, leaving two crystal tears on her dusty cheeks.

Only where the tears had flowed could the original color of the snow-white skin of this naturally beautiful little girl be revealed.

But Kesha casually wiped it with her hand, and then used the tears and dust to wipe her face into a grayish black.

"Baa~baa~" The sheep were still shouting around her, making her feel a little uneasy.

She got up before dawn today, mixing feed for the sheep, tidying up the sheepfold, cleaning the sheep dung, and helping her mother milk the goats to prepare breakfast.

The large bucket full of sheep dung and eggs that she cleaned filled her whole body with a strong smell of sheep.

And Keisha didn't care about taking care of herself.

The sick little lamb at home needs more care than she does.

She could only sit in the dirty and smelly sheepfold, like a patient mother, feeding the concentrated ingredients mixed with herbs to the sick lambs one by one.

Then she prayed devoutly to the gods of Shurima, praying that they could bless these sheep to get better soon, so that she and her mother could live a better life.

After finally finishing all these chores, Kesha was finally able to drive the sheep out to graze, making her life easier.

But it's just a little easier.

"Buzz buzz-"

The meadow bugs that were "as graceful as a piano" in the Piltover storybook sounded like sounds from hell to Kesha.

Mosquitoes on the grass are simply a biological weapon.

Their number is endless. Every time the sheep take a step forward in the grass, they stir up a dense black mist in mid-air. At this time, you can just reach out and catch a handful of mosquitoes from the air.

Therefore, Kesha had to brave the scorching sun of Shurima and wrap herself tightly from head to toe in robes and gauze.

But even so, many mosquitoes still got in through the gaps in Kesha's clothes and pierced their blood-sucking poisonous needles into the girl's delicate skin.

"Hiss--" The mosquito bites on the grass are painful.

Kesha felt as if she had been pricked by needles several times, and the bites on her arms quickly became red and swollen.

Fortunately, she was used to this pain. The bumps on her arms from the bites yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday have not gone away yet. A few more minor wounds like this are nothing.

Kesha gritted her teeth and forced herself to hold on.

But the sun in the morning is getting bigger and bigger.

The "warm sunshine of the grassland" in the Piltover storybook was mercilessly roasting this skinny Shurima girl. The skin on her cheeks quickly turned red and was covered with a dense layer of crystal sweat.

The sweat dripped down and mixed with the sheep smell on her old robe, making her smell even worse.

But Keisha could only continue to persist.

She finally drove the sheep to the creek, so that the sheep had enough water, and then came to the shady side of the valley to avoid the increasingly fierce sun above her head.

The breeze here is cool and there are not many mosquitoes. It is a suitable place to stop and rest and let the sheep eat grass.

"Ah... Tsk." Kesha sat down on the grass, her eyes filled with sleepiness.

It was so tiring to work. She wanted to sleep for a while now.

But she didn't dare.

Sheepdogs are not omnipotent. She was afraid that if she slept too deeply, she would find that there would be fewer sheep in the herd when she woke up.

Maybe the sheep got lost on its own, or maybe it was picked up by a wolf on the mountain, but no matter what the possibility was, this was a loss that she, the little shepherdess, couldn't bear.

Therefore, Kesha could only try not to fall asleep.

She sat on the grass, holding the sheep shovel tightly, carefully looking after the grazing sheep, and carefully took out the Pi City story book she had read countless times from her arms, and read it with concentration.

She was too familiar with the stories in the book. But she still had to watch.

Because the surrounding scenery was more familiar to her, to the point of boredom. Without reading, she had no other way to pass the time.

"Dad, when will you come back?"

At this time, Kesha couldn't help but miss her father.

Every time her father came back, he would bring her a lot of delicious food and fun, as well as many legendary stories from far away places.

"Piltover..." Kesha tried to look north again, looking at the direction her father was heading on this trip.

Piltover, a prosperous and prosperous city of civilization and progress, was also a frequent figure in her father's adventure stories.

Kesha still remembers her father once being drunk and excitedly telling her that when he got rich, he would take her and her mother to Piltover.

In this way, she and her mother can live in a magical miracle house where water is available when the faucet is turned on and meat is available when the refrigerator is opened.

By then, she will no longer have to be burned by the scorching sun in summer, or suffer frostbite from the cold wind in winter. She will no longer have to shear and fetch water for the sheep in the summer, and cut and feed the sheep in the winter. , no need to get up in the middle of the night to see the sheep, deliver babies, no need to clean the sheep pen, clean up the sheep manure...

But these were not realized after all.

After Kassadin finished speaking these drunken words, he set off to a distant place again the next day.

No matter how legendary adventures he experienced outside, Kesha and her mother's life was much the same as before.

"Alas." Kesha let out a long sigh.

Her little mind couldn't figure out why her father, already such a powerful caravan guide, still couldn't take her and her mother out of the mountains.

Is Piltover really so difficult to get to?

"..." Kesha suddenly lost the intention to continue reading.

She closed the Piltover Storybook tightly and never looked at it again.

Yes, she shouldn't have seen it.

Their family's life in Shurima and in the village is pretty good.

If she didn't know there was a place as good as Piltover in the world, maybe she wouldn't be so confused and miserable, right?

The young Miss Kesha couldn't help but think deeply.

And just then...

"Woof woof woof!" The shepherd dog suddenly let out a frightened scream.

"There are wolves?" Kesha immediately woke up.

She subconsciously tensed her body, took out the dagger her father gave her from her arms, and looked warily in the direction of the sheepdog's barking.

Her slender figure seemed not as strong as the sheep she wanted to protect.

But Kesha's legs were still trembling, and she struggled to stay in front of the sheep. She was reluctant to lose the sheep, and her mother would be very sad.

Fortunately...

As the shepherd's barking became louder and louder, it was not wolves that appeared in the valley, but a group of strangers.

Those people were all wearing robes that could withstand the wind and sand, leading horses and Skalas camel beasts. They looked like merchants who had come from afar and passed through here.

The leader of this "caravan" is a mysterious man whose whole body is wrapped in a purple robe.

He only had a pair of purple piercings exposed. And it looks bright and shining, as if the eyes can glow on their own.

"Woof woof woof woof!" As the man in purple robe gradually approached, the barking of the shepherd dog gradually became distorted in fear.

Kesha just didn't pay attention, and the dog actually abandoned its owner, turned around and ran away in panic.

"Hey, stop!" Kesha reacted and wanted to chase.

But she couldn't bear to abandon her flock.

By the way, the sheep...

Kesha glanced at her sheep and realized that the sheep were somehow so scared that they didn't even dare to eat grass. They were all bleating in fear, huddled in place and shivering.

"What...is going on?" Kesha couldn't understand.

At this time, the man in purple robe had slowly walked up to her.

"Uncle...hello?" Kesha greeted cautiously.

The man in purple robe looked at her condescendingly, and then he spoke: "Child."

"You're in pain, aren't you?"

The man's voice was extremely ethereal, as if it came from another world.

"Why?" There was a trace of pity in his eyes.

"I..." Kesha was a little confused. She didn't know how to answer.

"I know." Suddenly, the man in purple robe withdrew his gaze. It was as if he had read her mind: "All living beings suffer, and you are no exception, child."

"?" Kesha tilted her little head and looked at the blabbering guy in front of her in puzzlement.

But the man in purple robe just looked at her quietly, his eyes were very focused, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

"Well..." At this time, Kesha spoke first.

"Huh?" The purple-robed man's eyes moved slightly.

"Uncle." Kesha's heart moved and she couldn't help but say: "You are in pain too, right?"

The man in purple robe was silent for a while.

"Yes." He glanced at the little girl in surprise, and then answered in the affirmative.

"Why?" Kesha asked imitating his tone.

"..." The man in purple robe was silent again.

But looking into Kesha's clear eyes, he finally gave the answer.

"When I was your age, I was still wandering on the streets of Amakra."

"Both my parents died in front of me. And I couldn't do anything."

The man in purple robe answered in a terrifyingly calm tone.

"Sorry..." Kesha gave the uncle a sympathetic look.

At least she still has her parents and family, and she doesn't have to go hungry every day.

But this strange uncle was very pitiful.

No wonder he was in pain.

"No, I'm not in pain because of this incident." The man in purple robe said, "What pains me is that I understand the reason for the tragedy, but I don't have the strength to solve it myself."

"This problem has no solution."

"As long as humans exist in this world, there will always be people like you and me who suffer endless pain."

"Well..." Kesha felt a little dizzy again.

She couldn't understand what the uncle was talking about.

Anyway, it doesn't sound like a good thing to say.

The most important thing is that Kesha has heard this tone before - an old woman in the village also spoke in this tone. Then, she was found hanging from a dead tree outside the village, leaving everyone forever. .

"Uncle." Kesha cautiously tried: "Then now..."

As she said that, she also looked at the mighty "caravan" following the man in purple robe.

"Who are these people?"

"They are my followers." The man in purple robe said without any concealment: "There are also slaves we bought. Slaves have become much cheaper recently, so we bought a lot."

"Wow..." Kesha secretly marveled.

To have such a "caravan", to have so many people follow him loyally, and to buy so many slaves at once, this uncle must be an extraordinary figure now.

The wandering orphan whose parents died back then is probably prosperous now.

So she asked carefully: "Now, uncle, your life should be much better, right?"

The man in purple robe pondered for a long time.

Then, he smiled: "Well, yes. Now I have lived a good life."

"That's good." Kesha breathed a sigh of relief.

"But that's not enough." The man in purple robe said, "The root of the problem has not been solved yet."

"My life is good, but where are those slaves? Where are you? Where are your parents, family, friends and neighbors?"

"The so-called good days always belong to a few people. Most people are struggling to live, and they can never get rid of it."

"I have witnessed the extent to which human beings can be insensitive, and I have also seen the extreme depravity and corruption of this world - human beings are hopeless."

"Well..." Kesha was already a little confused.

She scratched her head and said tentatively: "But isn't it enough to live well on your own?"

"It's not easy to live a good life for yourself. How can there be a way in the world that can make everyone happy?"

"Yes." The man in purple robe said seriously: "I have found it."

"You want to know? Kid."

"I..." Kesha nodded hesitantly: "Well, I want to know."

"Then you can join us." The man in purple robe said with natural temptation in his voice: "Come with me, child."

"Where to?" Kesha was puzzled.

"Right here." The man in purple robe smiled: "We will hold a grand ceremony here. Everyone is eligible to join."

"This won't work." Kesha shook her head a little warily: "I still have to herd the sheep. After herding the sheep, I have to go home."

"Then what?" The man in purple robe interrupted her: "Will you continue to herd sheep tomorrow? Next year, the year after, or eight or ninety years from now?"

"When you grow up and have children, will you let her continue to herd sheep?"

Kesha was left speechless by the question.

"No." She clenched her fists and said stubbornly: "I will become a powerful caravan guide like my father. When I grow up, my children will no longer have to herd sheep."

"But your father is a great caravan guide, isn't he?" The man in purple robe said with a smile, "And you are still herding sheep."

Keisha: "I..."

"Come on." The purple-robed man's eyes moved slightly: "You have tasted pain, and you can also feel the pain of others. This is a talent."

"I would have come earlier than today. It was my followers who bought too many slaves and delayed my trip for a few days, so I met you here."

"So our meeting was a fateful coincidence."

"Perhaps, fate has pointed out another way for you. The coming of the Lord requires more people to devote themselves to it. Kesha, you should join us."

"Huh?" Kesha's mind buzzed: "How do you know my name?"

At this time, she thought of the frightened sheepdog and the trembling sheep beside her.

She instinctively felt wary and stepped back in fear.

But it's too late.

A dark light flashed in the purple-robed man's eyes, and Kesha felt like she was seeing a pale purple ocean of stars - she was completely immersed in it, feeling numb both mentally and physically.

She opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth, but she couldn't close it.

It was as if her whole body had turned into a piece of wood, unable to move or speak.

"Take her with you." At this time, the man in purple robe said to the followers behind him.

"Yes, Lord Prophet!" A believer stepped forward respectfully, then neatly lifted Kesha's small body with one hand and threw it on the back of a horse nearby.

Then, he asked curiously: "Great prophet, why did you go out of your way to capture this little girl?"

"Anyway, when our sacrificial ceremony begins, everyone within a few dozen miles will become one with the Great Nothingness - and this girl will be the same, right?"

Everyone in this mountain range must die. The purpose of arresting Kesha was completely unnecessary.

No one can guess why the prophet did this.

"No reason." The purple-robed prophet replied: "It's just that my intuition tells me that she will be very important to the Lord's cause."

Yes, intuition.

The man in purple robe, that is, the prophet of the void Malzahar, has had the magical talent of foresight and fortune-telling since he was a child.

His intuition may be unclear, but it is always the most effective.

It's a pity that fate played a very bad joke on him, the fortune teller——

His ability awakened a little late.

When Malzahar awakened his talent and easily became a great diviner with no worries about food and clothing, his parents had already died of illness in front of him.

Therefore, this talent failed to save Malzahar's life, but instead became his tool to destroy the world.

"Bring this girl with you." Malzahar glanced at Kesha: "There must be something special about her."