An Infinite Journey From the Sea of ​​Stones

Moreover, if things get to that point, Silko, who knows this weakness, may also be able to make weapons specifically for these monsters...

It’s too early to think about this question now, Silko calmed down slightly, looked at Elena in front of him and said in a deep voice

"As agreed, the flesh and blood left over from the war with the Pichengmen belongs to you, but... I don't want you to get your hands on the corpses of the Zaunites!"

Shirko's tone was harsh and unquestionable

"You spoil the corpses of Piltrowers as you please, but you will not allow the corpses of Zaun to be eaten by you! Not a single one!"

"A person who intends to rule the entire lower city with alchemy medicine, but accuses me of mistakes?"

Elena sneered, looking at Silko with disdain and arrogance

"Forget it, since you emphasize so much, it's okay, we won't take the initiative to devour the remains of the Zaun people..."

"Then, the first step in our plan is to..."

Silko and Elena looked at the bottom of the Fulgan Bar. Inside, there was a Vander who once had the title of 'Deep Wolf'.

Once the leader of Zaun, he is now the master of the dark alley.He once led the people of Zaun to attack the bridge linking Picheng and Zaun, and the war ended with both sides losing.

They almost rushed into the city of Picheng, but at the critical moment, Van der chose to back down.

Then, he retreated back to Zaun, his own Fulgan Bar, where he played the role of a black alley boss safely.

Oh, and he took in a couple of kids, where he started playing the role of father, where he started playing house.

Shirko could not forgive Van der's behavior anyway.

"It was almost... Back then, Fandre and I were almost able to break into Picheng!"

Shirko clenched his fists and growled in a low voice

That night, Shirko was almost killed by his old friend.That night, they lost too much, but that night was also the day they were closest to success!

As long as they break into the city of Piltrows and wreak havoc, those Piltrowers must consider Zaun's proposal.Because the gap between them was not that big at that time, Zaun still had a chance to rise!

Ninety-nine steps have been taken out of these one hundred steps, and countless people have died, but at the sacrifice of the last step, Van der's retreat was ruined. The sacrifice of bullshit and chose to retreat!

Look at what Piltover looks like now, look at what they got after sucking blood in Zaun, look at the huge coastal defense artillery they built in front of the repaired bridge, look at the unscrupulous appearance of those law enforcement officers in the bottom city!

The gap between them and Piltover is widening, and Vandel, who rules Zaun's power, is turning a blind eye like a coward!

Shirko might be able to forgive Van der for almost killing himself that night, but he couldn't forgive him anyway, let alone convince himself to forgive Van der's retreat!

Every time you look at the rapid changes in Piltover, the progress in the evolution of each year, the huge benefits that the major families have obtained through sucking blood in Piltover, and the wealth that is accumulated every moment through the golden sea route.

Piltover is gradually leaving Zaun behind, but Vander is drinking there like a coward!

For such a van der, even though Silko still has some nostalgia for his old friend in his heart, it has almost been wiped out now.

If he does not die, Zaun will have no future to speak of!This old wolf whose courage has been crushed should leave the stage. Now is the time for the hardliners to take the stage. Silko will send his old friend away with his own hands.

Van der, must die!

"Although the ideas are different, our opinions are the same."

Elena smiled and stretched out her hand, her scarlet eyes flashed with a playful and cold light

"Vander, you must die!"

4. Both sides of the coin

Zaun and Piltover, two sides of the same city, are like two sides of a coin.Poor and rich, civilized and dark, clean and dirty.

But in fact, it was not like this at the beginning. In fact, there was only Zaun at the beginning, and there was no Picheng.

But a bomb changed the fate of the city. It sank Zaun into the ground, but lifted the other half up, allowing the other half, the city of the powerful, to get a new name under the shining of the rising sun.

And at this point, the city was cut into two parts.

The rich people of Uptown officially renamed the city Piltover, meaning City of Progress.They called Zaun the Lower City, and because they wouldn't think of it as a separate city, Zaun became an outcast name.

The sinking of Zaun brought a brighter fate to the rich people of Piltover. The towering Sun Gate was grandiosely occupied by the rich people of the upper city, occupying the golden sea route leading to the continent of Shurima. Piltover earned a huge amount of money from a large amount of trade, and then invested the money in the development of new technologies.

Family Philos found the original Hex Crystal, Professor Heimerdinger developed the foundations of mechanical dynamics, the Zodiac Vault was filled with wealth and wisdom, and Zaun... fell victim to that.

They were kicked out of the profit chain of seaborne trade, and they were forced to accept the industrial waste from Piltover. The natural environment around the bottomless Zaun was completely polluted, and the deadly haze hit Zaun all the time. Human lives, and compatriots who would kill each other for that little bit of clean water.

Piltover took all these things for granted, and even took advantage of the difficult living conditions of the Zaunites to blackmail them into serving Upper City with cheap prices, exploiting them with peace of mind.

They proudly called themselves Uptowners, and believed that Piltover was a place of wisdom and civilization, while Zaun had only garbage and villains, which were their stains.

There's no Zaunite who doesn't hate Piltover with all his heart.

That city may seem like the most civilized place in the entire Runeterra, but those who really know it know that it is the most disgusting place in the entire Runeterra.

It's even better to go from Bilgewater than there, at least the pirates there won't enslave you with peace of mind after framing you and you tell everyone that this is proof of their despicability.

Elena, like all Zaunites, hated the city of progress with all her heart.

But she also looks down on the two so-called 'leaders' of Zaun today

Van der, a stupid capitulator, a coward who gave up halfway, a fool who led an uprising, but was infected by inexplicable kindness at the last moment and gave up everything!

Shirko, a radical and extreme disabled person who looks a little better at best, his self-righteous plan has a pitifully low chance of success.When he chose to bribe a magistrate in hopes of overthrowing Piltover, his pattern was like that.

But if she had to choose, Elena would of course choose the latter.

At least he still knows how to resist, he is not a wolf whose teeth have been pulled out.

As for Elena, what she and her Flesh Cult desire is different from Silko and Vander.

She doesn't really care about the rise and prosperity of Zaun. What she wants is very simple, she just wants to kill as many Piltovers as possible.

It would be best if she could rush to the center of the Piltover Council, run into the Institute of Technology and start a killing spree.

What she wants to see is that Piltover is burning in flames. If necessary, it is best to burn it to a white ground. Seeing the pained expression of the Piltovers when they lose everything, she can eat three more Piltovers!

However, this is actually a personal grudge.

If you have to say that there are lofty goals, for Elena and her flesh and blood sect, there is only one lofty goal——

"Fandre can die tonight." Elena said with a relaxed expression.

"After several days of peace, this wolf with its teeth pulled out is basically a waste. A fool who plays house with children is not qualified to be my opponent."

"Vandel is my problem." Silko said with a gloomy expression

"Then I also have my goals." Elena smiled.

"The day you do it, I'll go to Piltover and make a fuss. I think it's time for the Piltover to realize something."

"Downtown people, everyone really wants their lives!"

......

The gradually dimming forest is so beautiful, the winding path slowly goes deep into the forest glowing with lavender light.

The luminous winged firefly danced in the twilight, leaving behind the afterimage of the night light. Yunjuan put Ari on his shoulder and walked slowly along the path, admiring the fleeting elegance.

He was not in a hurry to move forward, nor was he in a hurry to walk. He lowered his eyes to the ground, walked around a stone, and watched the petals of the purple sable slowly open under the setting sun through the dense canopy, spitting out a glimmer of light into the warm twilight. pollen.

"Ionia may be the place that I miss the most in Runeterra."

Looking at this magical forest full of natural beauty, Yunjuan sighed softly

"Have you been to other places in Runeterra?" Ahri asked curiously

"Before going to Ionia, I set off from Piltover." Yunjuan said softly

"I originally planned to take a detour to Bilgewater, but an accident happened on the route and I stopped in the forest of Ixtar, where I wandered around for a while, and finally boarded a ship belonging to a wealthy Demacian nobleman To Demacia, and finally to Ionia."

"Is there anything special about the places you've been to?"

Ari asked curiously, although she is not too young as a vastaya, she has indeed never left this land of Ionia from the beginning to the end.

"Most of Ixtar is an endless forest."

Yunjuan pushed aside the light blue fruit branches hanging in front of him, bypassed the mischievous Mujing under his feet, and said softly

"But unlike the forests in Ionia, the forests there are full of desires to choose and devour people. Their forests are alive and will devour some outsiders with malicious intentions."

"There are also vastayas there, but unlike you, they are some tribes of carnivorous beasts who love hunting. It is said that there is an ancient kingdom deep in the Ixtar forest, but it is like the legendary vastaya Shari Same, it's a pity I haven't seen them."

Yunjuan came to the sacred willow.Its lazy branches seem to be floating in the water, rubbing and colliding and whispering like wind chimes.

Since time immemorial that no one remembers, the magic of this land has nourished this spirit willow, and in the same way it has nourished this land and its people, but now it is dying, and the soft willow becomes like dry bone As shriveled and crisp, the roots curled painfully in the soil.

The wind chime on the branch rang the death knell of Deathrattle, and Yun Juan stood in front of it, but cut his own wrist without any scruples.

The blood flowed down his wound, and when it dripped in front of the willow, the blood of the human body instantly transformed into a different kind of magic power and poured into the willow!

In an instant, this spiritual willow that was supposed to be on the verge of death was easily replaced with a new life, and as if to thank Yun Juan, a heavy fruit fell from the low-hanging branch.

Yunjuan picked off the fruit unceremoniously, this is the rule of this land.The civilization and nature of the land of birth are inseparable. What is taken away must be returned, and what has been paid should be obtained.

It's just that he didn't eat the fruit, but handed the magical fruit to Ari on his shoulder, and said softly

"As for Demacia, it is a country composed of people who survived the Rune Wars. They relied on the rich 'Forbidden Stone' in the country to establish their kingdom. Demacia people hate magic, so they Advocating force, but they are still a system of feudal kingdoms—in this piece of Runeterra, I don’t know whether to say that they are in line with the trend of the times, or are they backwards abandoned by the times..."

Ari took the fruit unceremoniously, gnawed on it in small bites, and listened to Yunjuan's story slowly.

But their travels had reached a considerable depth, they came to Faerol, they passed through the ancient forests, and now they came to the deepest part of Darye Ashira.

"What's in here?" Ari couldn't help asking

Although she is just an ordinary little fox who doesn't know how many secrets are buried in this land, she can still feel the traces of the deep ominousness and the raging magic power emanating from this land.

Seriously, has there ever been a magic war here?Otherwise, there is no way to explain so many scars on the earth.

"All that's left here is a girl with great power."

Yun Juan slowly climbed down the cliff and fell into the shallow pool below, causing a splash of water.This sanctuary was once a beauty, but a catastrophe many years ago made it a cavern deep underground.

"She was imprisoned here because of her own strength, and her existence confirmed the bad side of the people of the land of birth—the Ionian people who are used to the beautiful life of sunrise and sunset resist change. , and resist the mighty power that will determine their fate."

In the depths of the pond, a woman was lying there, submerged below the surface of the water, her long pure white hair surrounded her, floating lazily in the water.

Syndra.It's as much her name as it is synonymous with destruction, of surrendering to one's darkest fears and rages.The name is still cursed in many provinces to this day.

Half of the cavern had collapsed, and the other half was barely supported by the vast network of roots of an ancient tree, which also entwined Syndra's limbs.Depending on your perspective, the tree roots look like a loving mother holding a baby, or they seem to hold her down and restrain her.

She could easily be mistaken for dead, but her chest rose and fell with regularity, breathing the water of the pool.

Syndra doesn't look vicious at all, she even looks like a good-looking girl, but she once almost destroyed this land, using powerful magic to uproot a whole mountain and destroy Philo Temple of Peace in the center of Seoul.

She could only be held by the spirit of the land himself dragging her down and trapping her in this strange stalemate.

"...You don't want to release her, do you?" Ahri asked with some fear

"Or, do you want to take her power?"

"Am I so evil and crazy in your eyes?" Yunjuan chuckled, sat cross-legged in front of Syndra, gently stroked the cold water of the Fantasy Pool with his palms, and said softly

"If I am such a vengeful, caring, reckless person, will this land really accommodate me for such a long time?"

"Those who are full of purpose in everything and think that they can win the so-called 'opportunity' in this land by relying on the prophets, their fate will only be the same as those Noxians."

"No, of course I'm not. I'm not a bad guy now, and I won't be in the future."

He put his hand on Syndra's forehead, and with the opening of the Ksitigarbha's eyes and the lullaby sung by the invisible mouth in the air, Yunjuan slowly entered the dreamland.

Syndra's dream.

5. Dream Awakening

Yunjuan successfully entered Syndra's dream.

He saw an immature girl wandering in the dreamy forest, in front of the spirit willow that should have died, wandering in the forest constantly.

She had another dream, a dream that would never wake up, a dream that would always be in a loop.

This is the land's punishment for her, and in a sense, it is also her protection.

Syndra, the dark head, a girl with unimaginable magic power, a born...monster.

No one knows where her magical power comes from, but she is like a living world rune, an existence born to aspire to be the top of the world.

When she was just an ignorant child, she could use her powerful magic power to do whatever she wanted.She can easily drain all the magic power from a piece of land, uproot a mountain with magic power, and even destroy a country with ease.