LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Poppy is a yordle.

She always carries a holy hammer. This hammer was a relic of her former best friend, General Oren, the founder of Demacia.

She is always looking for the so-called "Hero of Demacia". According to legend, only this warrior is qualified to take over and use the weapon in her hand.

But Bobby's search was always in vain. She has tried many times to deliver the hammer to someone who might become a peerless hero, but each time it ended in tragedy - usually the warrior who accepted the hammer died tragically.

So hundreds of years passed, and this holy hammer still remained in her hand.

She still hadn't found the legendary hero.

until today..

On the border of Demacia, outside a small mountain village in Owendale.

"Roar~" The roar of the flying dragon echoed throughout the valley.

Then a ferocious shadow quickly passed over Bobby's head.

"Wyvern?" Bobby's heart sank.

She hurriedly jumped onto the tall tree next to her and looked at the direction of the flying dragon from a high position.

Sure enough, it headed for the fields in the valley. And among the fields, there are many farmers working hard.

"Crap..." She knew what this meant.

Wyverns like to eat people. And Owendale is a high-incidence area for such incidents.

In all her years of traveling around Demacia, she had seen similar tragedies countless times.

She can hold back sometimes. But sometimes, she also lets those ferocious flying dragons succeed.

This time, she might helplessly watch those poor farmers die at the mouth of the wyvern.

It's not that Poppy can't defeat this flying dragon. But she was still too far away from the field, and Yodel's short legs couldn't outrun the wings of the wyvern.

"It would be great if that hero were here." Bobby couldn't help mumbling, but his feet were not idle either.

Although she knew that she might not be able to stop the attack in time, she still tightened her short legs and ran after the flying dragon with all her strength.

She is very fast, which is completely inconsistent with her petite yordle body.

But even so, the hateful two-legged flying dragon was still flying far ahead, and was throwing her further and further away.

Soon, the wyvern flew over the field. It opened its ferocious mouth and roared as it flew down.

"Flying dragon?!" The farmers working in the fields finally realized the danger.

But it's too late.

The flying dragon has already swooped down at that terrifying speed.

But Bobby hasn't arrived yet. She could only watch helplessly as the flying dragon opened its bloody mouth and pounced on the poor farmers who had no time to escape.

"It would be great if that hero were here." Bobby clenched his fists unconsciously and sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, she still had to find the unparalleled hero. Only the legendary hero can save everyone. She can't.

And just then...

"Beast! Don't even think about hurting anyone!" A loud shout came from the valley.

A man clenched the sickle in his hand tightly, blocking the backs of the farmers who were fleeing in panic, and also blocking the swooping two-legged flying dragon.

Compared with that flying dragon, his stature is so small.

But he still stood resolutely in front of the bipedal flying dragon. It was as if what he held in his hand was not a rotten sickle, but a dragon-slaying sword.

"Hero?" Bobby was slightly stunned.

Anyone who dares to stand in front of the flying dragon must be a hero.

But he was different from the warriors Poppy had seen before.

He has no gorgeous weapons, no ostentatious horse retinue, only a patched linen rag, and a sickle for cutting grass. He looks just like a farmer.

It was even said that he was a farmer - just a moment ago, he was working with those farmers.

"Is he a hero?" Bobby was a little doubtful.

She has seen many fearless warriors. Demacia has never lacked heroes who dare to sacrifice.

But none of them would work in the fields with the farmers.

Even if some heroes are farmers themselves, when they become legendary warriors, they will never go back to being humble farmers.

So... "He's not a hero, he's just a farmer?" Bobby was a little confused.

And in the midst of this electric light and flint, the bipedal flying dragon has rushed to the ground like a falcon.

The man was shaken by the strong wind stirred up by the dragon wings, but he still controlled the strong wind and flew into the air. He waved the sickle in his hand with all his strength and rushed towards the flying dragon.

"Mage?" Bobby was slightly startled again.

Sure enough, this man was no ordinary farmer. In other words, he is indeed a hero?

Just as she was thinking this, what happened next was beyond her expectation.

Unlike the hero she imagined, although this man was not ordinary, he was not strong at all.

He swung the scythe with all his strength, but he had just made a small incision in the wyvern's tough skin.

The wyvern was completely angered by this knife, and immediately gave up chasing other prey, and began to bite this brave and "stupid" human crazily.

"Comrade Oren!" The farmers stopped and shouted his name.

Oren...Bobby's heart moved. This was the name of her best friend.

But this is not surprising. Her best friend Oren was a great German hero hundreds of years ago and a character in legends.

Many people in later generations will name their children Oren, just to commemorate this hero.

So in the past few hundred years, Poppy has seen quite a few "Olen" with the same name.

But this one...

"He is the most similar." Bobby said.

But...Comrade Oren, what does comrade mean?

She was a little confused by what everyone called him. But she didn't have time to think too much now.

I saw Comrade Oren holding the wyvern's neck tightly and struggling with it: "Let's go! Everyone, go back to the cellar of the village!"

One of his hands had been bitten to pieces by the wyvern. The gurgling blood dyed half of his body red.

But even so, he still didn't let go.

"He really looks like Oren." Although there is a huge difference in strength, he is... really similar.

Bobby thought.

"Go away! The drafter is still standing here. Do you want me to die in vain?"

Um, he doesn't seem very polite. Demacia doesn't have such ugly curse words, and I don't know where he learned them.

But... he still looks a lot like Oren.

"He is a hero." Bobby made a judgment in his heart.

By this time, the hero's efforts had paid off.

The farmers had successfully fled back to the nearby village and quickly hid in the cellar.

Oren saved them. But he himself...

The severed arm had been completely torn in the struggle, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

The flying dragon finally defeated this weak but tenacious warrior. It threw his broken body to the ground, then opened its bloody mouth, ready to feast.

But its mouth has just opened halfway...

"Stop!" A piece of holy light flashed.

Feilong turned his head in surprise, and then saw a huge hammer face to face.

No...not as big as a hammer. It's that it's too close.

"Bang!" Just when Feilong was wondering why the hammer was so big, its head had already come into close contact with the radiant holy hammer.

It's Bobby. Because of the precious time Oren bought, she had already arrived on the battlefield.

Then, the wyvern took off. Fly faster and higher than ever.

It is no exaggeration to say that it turned into a shooting star in the sky and completely disappeared from this world.

"Are you okay?" Poppy then put away the holy hammer that was taller than her and looked back at Mr. Oren.

"I..." Of course there was something wrong with Oren.

He now has a broken arm and a broken leg. He has lost too much blood and is dying with only one breath left.

But he still managed to take out a bottle of alchemy potion engraved with the blue bird emblem from his pocket, and drank it with difficulty.

The alchemical medicine quickly took effect, allowing Oren to have the strength to sit up and use his clothes to cover the wound that had been barely stopped by the regeneration medicine.

He survived. But it also paid a heavy price.

That arm had left him forever. He can no longer be a hero.

"I'm sorry...I'm late." Bobby lowered his eyelids, his tone a little disappointed.

"No, it's okay..." Oren gritted his teeth and sat down against the edge of the field, sweating profusely.

He acted strong. But when he woke up from the severe pain and looked down to see his broken arm on the ground and the twisted and bent calf that might leave him permanently disabled, his face darkened for a moment.

The painful tears finally flowed down like a bursting dam.

The flying dragon didn't kill him, but it brought him a lifetime of pain. After realizing this, his whole body collapsed.

"You are a hero, Oren." Perhaps out of sympathy or inspired, Poppy couldn't help but say.

"Well..." Oren nodded slowly.

Only then did he finally take a serious look at his savior.

He noticed Poppy's pointed ears and short stature.

"You..." Oren's eyes lit up. This broken body seemed to suddenly come to life: "Are you a Yodle?"

"Yes." Bobby looked over in confusion.

Although yordles are very strange, but... they are not so excited, right?

It was as if he had seen a dream character.

"Do you know the Wind Leader?" Oren asked excitedly.

"I...I think I heard it somewhere." Bobby thought for a while and said.

The reputation of the Wind Leader has now spread to every corner of Runeterra.

But Poppy doesn't care about current affairs and politics. She travels around simply to find the hero.

"I am the leader." Oren introduced eagerly: "I am the leader's publicist stationed in the Owendale Mountains."

The Wind Leader is currently unable to transform Demacia. Their plan is to first cultivate enough Demacia leaders who are familiar with local conditions, cultivate a group of reliable grassroots cadres, and then formally overthrow the old order.

Of course, these leaders of Demacia must come from the masses of Demacia.

Reliable grassroots cadres must of course be cultivated through practice and struggle.

Therefore, although the leader has not officially arrived in Demacia, the propagandists of the leader have begun to fully penetrate into the towns and villages of Demacia.

Their mission is to let all oppressed Germans understand the leader, so that they dare to rise up against oppression and dare to shout the word "Jana" to the lords.

Oren is one of them.

"So?" Poppy frowned in confusion: "You are the leader...and then what?"

"Well..." Oren suddenly realized that this Yodel didn't know much about the leader.

So he simply said straight to the point: "I have a few questions to ask you, Miss Yodel."

"Me?" Bobby tilted his head: "Have we known each other before? Why do you think I can answer your question?"

"Haha..." Oren smiled with difficulty: "Because you are a Yodel, you have always lived in my ideal society."

"You mean... Bandle City?" Poppy asked, "That's the spiritual realm. How can you humans want to live there?"

"No, what we are going to is not Bandle City. We are... hoping to build human society into what we can."

"Huh? How is this possible?" Bobby was a little surprised.

"It's possible." But Oren said firmly: "Maybe my generation won't be able to see it. But our next generation, the next generation... will definitely do it. Even if it takes 1,000 years."

"You guys are so weird." Bobby scratched his head: "Okay...then what do you want to ask me?"

Oren composed his words thoughtfully.

Then he asked: "Are you Yodels living happily?"

"Huh?" Bobby didn't know how to answer.

Just listen to Oren's explanation: "I have been thinking about the Datong society...that is, the specific situation of a social form similar to Bandle City."

"Jana told me that when a harmonious society is realized, people will be able to live for self-realization and no longer have to work for money and wealth."

"I believe this...but I'm worried, are there really so many people in this world who have their own ideals and pursuits?"

what you up to?

Not many people can really answer this question.

If you go to a primary school in Zuan and ask this question, probably 99% of the children will answer that they want to be scientists when they grow up.

But 99% of these children don't really want to be scientists. They are just repeating what others have said, and they are just repeating the "decent work" that this society has instilled in them.

In the final analysis, what they pursue is wealth, fame and material things.

Everyone works hard to get rich and have a better life.

Very few people have the pursuit of ideals that are higher than material desires.

Then if a harmonious society is realized and people don't need to work and struggle for material things...then can these ordinary people who don't even have their own ideal pursuits really find their own goals in life?

Will people become shit-making machines that can only eat, drink and have fun, and completely lose their way forward?

Oren couldn't answer this question. But Poppy can. She is a Yodel, and she lives in the society of Datong.

"This..." Poppy didn't expect the other party's problem to be so complicated.

She scratched her head and hesitated to answer: "I guess not?"

"For us yordles, the most important thing is to find our goal."

"Target?"

"Yes." Poppy nodded solemnly: "Yordles without goals are the most pitiable."

Can you really play for a lifetime without working?

No. Most people will become unbearably idle after playing for several months. No matter what kind of entertainment you choose, you will always feel empty after a long time.

Because on top of material needs, people also need respect.

And mediocre people who only know how to play will not get the respect and admiration of others.

So even if they are playing, everyone will instinctively hope that they can become famous by playing. For example, become an expert in gaming and a competitive player.

For example, when reading a novel...is it enough to just see the protagonist getting rich? No, what everyone really likes to see is the protagonist pretending to be bad and being slapped in the face.

Money is just a prop for the protagonist to show off.

In the Datong society, people can no longer satisfy their needs for decoration through external material wealth, so they can only improve themselves through learning and working, and win everyone's admiration and respect through personal achievements.

On top of respect, when people's thoughts enter a higher realm, they will need self-realization.

Human life needs meaning. The cheap sensory stimulation brought by entertainment activities cannot give a person "meaning".

"So we have to find the target."

"Every yordle has a purpose."

"Some people like to study magic, some people like to study science, some people like to develop bombs, some people like to fly airplanes..."

Nasus once believed that most yordles were "cute little losers" and questioned the feasibility of Datong society; Taliyah explained it at the time as a special manifestation of creatures in the spiritual realm in an environment of unlimited resources.

But in fact, if you evaluate the yordles in more detail and objectively:

Even a "street kid" like Teemo, who only looks silly and has fun, is actually a "swift scout" with great achievements.

Not only can he play blowgun to perfection, but he also has in-depth research on mushroom cultivation technology - these are the results of his hard study and training.

Even a world-weary freak like Wei Gusi is an expert at studying magic. Her magic power is unfathomable, and her research results are enough to put to shame those human mages who fight desperately for power and profit in the mortal world.

Therefore, unlike the stereotype of yordles that most people have - yordles are not "cute little losers".

They all have their own goals. No matter how big or small the goal is, how bizarre it is.

"Just like me..." Poppy pointed to the holy hammer beside him: "My goal is to find an unparalleled hero worthy of this hammer."

"Huh?" Oren was slightly startled: "Is this considered a life goal?"

"Of course." Poppy puffed up his chest proudly: "No matter what the goal is, as long as it is your goal, you will be happy chasing it."

Oren was silent for a while.

Seeing the smile on Bobby's lips, he couldn't help but smile.

He was as happy as if he hadn't broken a hand or been seriously injured: "That's it, I understand."

"A society where everyone can have this kind of happiness... is so beautiful."

Oren covered his broken arm and said with a smile: "It seems that my blood was not shed in vain."

"You... are so weird." Looking at this man who could still laugh despite his broken hand, Poppy couldn't help but whisper.

She gently stroked the hammer: "But you are indeed worthy of this holy hammer. Well...although it is a little weaker."

"It's a pity..." Looking at Oren's broken arm, Bobby hesitated to speak.

Although it sounds unpleasant to say, this man can no longer swing a hammer. He was not the hero she was looking for.

"Since you're fine, I'll leave first." Poppy was about to say goodbye: "I have to continue looking for that hero."

"Wait!" Oren stopped her.

"Huh?" Bobby looked over puzzled.

"If you think I can be regarded as a hero worthy of this hammer, then I should be able to help you find the hero you want."

"Who?" Poppy's eyes lit up: "Where is that hero?"

"They are everywhere." Oren smiled: "Every leader is such a hero."

"There are thousands of people like me."

"What?" Bobby couldn't believe it.

Are there thousands of selfless and fearless heroes like Oren?

"Yes." Oren said solemnly: "You come with me, yordle. I will take you to find them."

"This..." Poppy was surprised but hesitant: "Okay, okay...I'll go take a look with you."

No way, is she really going to find the legendary hero?

If this is true...

So after she delivers the Holy Hammer, where will she go? Will she find a new purpose?

Like she said, yordles without goals are very pitiful...

Bobby was thinking wildly.

But seeing Oren's strong figure struggling to stand up, she couldn't help but think of her thoughts just triggered by Oren's question.

Every yordle has a purpose.

And this goal may not be a lifetime goal, it requires people to spend a lifetime to complete it.

As long as the Yodels are willing, they can be painters today, carpenters tomorrow, and switch careers to study magic the day after tomorrow.

Anyway, yordles are truly free people. If they lose this goal, they still have countless choices. If that's the case, what does she have to fear?

Life will always find its own meaning.

If you lose your goal, there will be a new goal.

"Maybe it's time for me to find a new target." Bobby thought seriously.

Following Oren's limping figure, she followed with the hammer on her back.

"Hey, Oren."

"Tell me carefully about your goals!"