Ali's Bizarre Adventure

"Ok?"

Both Ari and Wayne were taken aback for a moment.

Neither of them was a Freljord, and in a sense they were strangers too.

They just live here.

"If you are not in a hurry to sleep, then sit down and enjoy the fire. I have some dry wood here."

The man raised his head, and the face under the cloak looked a little scary. It was a blue-purple face, and his eyes looked a little lonely.

Perhaps it was the fact that he was far away from home, which made him a little lonely.

Maybe something unsatisfactory happened.

"Is it really possible?"

Wayne was a little pleasantly surprised, her body was almost numb from the cold, "It won't be... what price will we have to pay?"

"Haha."

The man let out a dry laugh, "No, no, no, it doesn't matter if there is one person or three people, the firewood burns equally fast."

Wayne took a look at Ahri, she was just a slave and had no right to choose whether to stay or leave.

"Thank you."

Ari smiled slightly, "You are a good person."

Wayne happily took out a rough fur blanket from the package, spread it on the floor, and sat down.

Ari also sat down beside Wayne.

Looking at the fire that was about to be extinguished, Wayne hugged his knees tightly and curled up, trying to get as close to the fire as possible.

She wondered when the stranger would add fuel.

Now the firewood may not even be able to burn. There are only pitifully few sparks left in the fire in front of us.

"One of you is an Ionian?"

The man said suddenly.

His voice became lighter. He picked up a few pieces of dry firewood and put them on the fire one by one.

Almost stacked into a perfect pyramid shape.

"How do you know?" Ahri was a little puzzled, "You have never seen us."

"I see shadows."

The man blew on the pile of dry firewood, and the bright flame leaped onto the firewood, and the firelight covered Ahri and the others in flickering amber.The scorching flame dispels the ubiquitous cold.

The man stretched out his hand and lifted the hood back, and the blue-purple skin clearly appeared in the sight of Ahri and the others.

On his face, there are some ancient rune imprints.

like a tattoo...

But it doesn't look like it was stabbed with paint, it's more like a pattern left after burning.

He has a big beard but no hair on his head.

Ahri couldn't help being stunned for a moment, this person looked a lot like Raiz, King of Thunder and Lightning.

Scrolls, bald heads, wanderers...

And a man who came to the Freljord from another land, and lived in thin clothes.

"Can I... ask your name?"

Ali asked.

When he asked this question, Ahri looked into his eyes with a trace of respect in his expression.

Ryze is a mage enough to be respected by all humans.

Only he is worthy of the word great!

Although Ahri traveled to this different world, she has gradually integrated into this world now.

In her heart, she is grateful to those who carry forward with heavy burdens.

without them.

The world will not be what it is today.

"Ryze."

He couldn't remember the last time he mentioned his name to others.

Saying it now even feels a little strange.He couldn't even remember what kind of person he was when he was young.

But it must be stupid and ignorant.

The night wind blew through the dilapidated ruins, and there was a beast-like howl, and the stars in the night sky cast cold white light.

There is a faint glow of white on the snow.

Wayne quietly roasted the fire. She didn't know what kind of person this name belonged to.

Don't even know the story about him.

but.

She thanked the man for his kindness in allowing her to sit by a warm fire through the cold night.

Ryze is a lonely man.

He has traveled all over the world, and he has not stopped for a long time.Alone, move forward silently.

Occasionally he met some people on the way, but he rarely approached them.Sometimes he won't say a word to others for several months. He knows that people's hearts are greedy, and everyone is the same, including himself.

No one can absolutely resist temptation.

"You look like something bad happened."

Ali said.

"Ah."

There was a trace of grief in Ryze's cloudy eyes, but it was fleeting. "I have very few friends, but I lost another friend not long ago. He was originally an upright tribal leader who protected his people."

"Is there a stalemate between you?"

"Do not."

Ryze became extremely calm, "I killed him."

Wayne subconsciously reached out to the holy silver crossbow, and she stared at the man in front of her vigilantly.

Ryze's heart, which was gradually opened in the middle of the night, closed again.

He put his hood on.

The face was once again hidden in the shadows.

"Go to sleep."

Ruiz's hoarse and deep voice was a little tired, "Before the sun rises, I can still sleep for a while."

"OK, good night."

Ari felt a little regretful.

……

Ryze squinted his eyes, half asleep and half awake, he seemed to see the swaying flames.

The flame changes shape, mysterious and unpredictable, just like the heart.

He wasn't sure if he was still asleep, but the old friend appeared in his dream, or in his mind.

They knew each other many years ago.

How long?

Ryze couldn't remember.

He has seen too many people and too many things, it is difficult to remember everything and everyone clearly in his heart.

A few days ago he set foot on the land of the Freljord alone.

Come get something.

The tribes in this land are very exclusive, but like other outsiders, he was not pierced by the local barbarians and stuck on a spear.Instead, it was warmly welcomed by people.

All this is due to his identity - rune mage.

He is an old mage, and many people know him, but... most of the people who knew him are dead.Some died years ago, some decades ago, and some hundreds of years ago.

When he saw his old friend again in this cold land, his heart was extremely complicated.

Some things are hard to take away.

but.

He has to take it!

Some powers are beyond the control of human beings, and even he can't control powers that shouldn't be there.

What he came for was a rune fragment.

There are five kinds of world runes, and each rune cornerstone contains the most original magic of this world.

And these rune cornerstones turned into fragments and scattered all over the world.

In ancient times, there was already an association organization secretly collecting and preserving rune fragments.

Ryze's mentor Tyrus is one of them.

They had experienced the Rune Wars firsthand, when the ground collapsed, the bedrock deep beneath the earth seemed to howl and retch, and the sky trembled violently.

It was mass destruction beyond any rational comprehension.

Great civilizations fell one after another, and Ryze's mentor couldn't resist the temptation of runes in the end.

Tyrus fell, twisted.

Ryze killed him!

After that, Ryze embarked on a lonely journey, running around the world, looking for rune fragments, not daring to stop.He thought about giving up countless times, but he never really gave up.

Ryze met his old friend Yagu in the Freljord.

He leads this small tribe.

It's just some poor stove households, everyone is struggling on the verge of life and death, longing to see the sunshine of the next day.

When Ryze proposed to take the rune fragment from Yagu's hand, Yagu knelt down and begged him.

Rune shards are their only defense against trolls.

Yagu begged Ryze to leave the rune fragments, only in this way, the people of their tribe could live.

Ryze refused.

Ryze asked: "How many people are there in your tribe?"

Yagu replied: "92."

The hazy flames kept flickering, surrounded by a thin halo, which looked very unreal.

Ryze rubbed his eyes.

He glanced at the surrounding scene, the night sky was full of stars, and there were some broken rubble on the snow.

Beside the fire, two young girls were leaning against each other, soundly asleep.

Ryze didn't know if he had a dream, or...he remembered about Yagu again.

He was lost in thought again.

[When Yagu said that there are 92 people in their tribe, what did he say?Oh... By the way, I said some bullshit, I asked Yagu back then - "How many people are there in the world?"]

Ryze let out a self-deprecating smile.

"Oh, who cares? You killed them."