Above the star world, where the gods are, a stream of light streaked across the starry sky and landed in the city of the giants, which was made of gold, silver and gems.
After handing over the dragon-binding rope to another protoss, the exhausted war protoss Pantheon landed in her own domain. The never-ending battle with the void came to an end temporarily, which gave her time to take a short vacation for herself.
In her spare time, her favorite thing is to go to Runeterra and hunt down some powerful monsters or mortals. Of course, in order to make the battle more suspenseful, she will never use divine power to kill the enemy or be attacked by the enemy. Killing', that's the joy of her fight.
Only this time when he returned to the Star Realm, Pan Sen found that many of the Star Spirits were not in the Star Realm, and those who were there were all in a deep sleep.
Even the twilight protoss, who loved to peek into Runeterra from the astral realm, was nowhere to be found, which surprised her.
"What happened?"
After walking around for a while, Pan Sen came to the realm of the Curious Stars, which was an imaginary space filled with chaotic lightning and thunder. Too lazy to solve the starry sky puzzle left by the Curious Stars for others, Pan Sen threw his magic gun directly into the Thunderstorm. middle.
Like a blooming chrysanthemum, the pricked storm began to rotate in an orderly manner,
When an unfathomable whirlpool appeared in front of him, Pan Sen recalled his magic gun and stepped into it. When he stepped out again, Pan Sen had already come under a giant tree. Under the tree stood a man with his back to him. Pan Sen didn't need to think too much to understand that the man on the back was a carrier of the curious star spirit.
"Pan Sen, your temper is so bad. Did something happen to Orillian again?"
The tone of the curious star spirit was as calm as ever, but Pan Sen was not angry.
"I think that dragon should suffer more. It always doesn't understand its actual position as a younger brother."
After giving Pan Sen a funny look, the man said slowly.
"Pan Sen, if we want to tame a powerful species, we have to have some patience. The Star Rose Crown cannot completely control Oridian. Otherwise, we wouldn't need to waste so much effort to suppress Orillian's power."
"Justice, Twilight, Bright Moon and Blazing Sun are not here. I want to know where they went?"
"The blazing sun and the bright moon are perfecting the doctrines they created at Mount Targon and guiding mortals. Eyes and Justice are heading to the continent of Valoran, waiting for the birth of the perfect divine body."
"What? A perfect divine body!? How perfect?"
The curious star spirit smiled.
"A star spirit vessel that can carry 80% of the power of justice and will not collapse or lose its original will."
Pan Sen was a little shocked after hearing this.
As a protoss, she is warlike and eager for crisis. She can be regarded as the group of people who change carriers most frequently. Most mortals can be carriers of protoss power, but not all mortals are suitable to be carriers of protoss. , the most perfect one only retains part of the original soul and will of the carrier, so that the 'rejection reaction' is less and the service life is longer. The worst carrier will become a burden to the protoss, and it will be difficult for the protoss to lose part of it. Supplementary source power.
In general, it is almost impossible to get a body that will not break down, can be used all the time, and can 'hang up' from time to time.
It's just like a person can't only use one car or one cup for a lifetime. If you use it too much, it will always get pilled or come off.
"How did you do it?"
"If you want to ask me this, it will be complicated. Are you sure you want to listen?"
"Say it quickly!"
"Well, your current body cannot give birth to life, so you must first become a man and find a rough woman who is very compatible and likes war and violence. They will have offspring together and leave the seeds of divine power in the belly of the rough woman. Let your descendants be able to accept the transformation of divine power from the beginning of their birth. The degree needs to be controlled by yourself, so as to prevent the divine power from being too strong and strangling the life of the vessel. Then find a human with the original runes to catalyze the further transformation of the divine body through raising and close contact. development, at this time you need to kill the opportunity for Rough Girl to grow as a divine body and let the divine body cut off the seven emotions and six desires that belong to mortals..."
The big-headed Pan Sen waved his hands impatiently, his thick braids dangling on his chest.
"Enough, enough, enough, I understand. Just tell me clearly. What do you want? How can you get one for me?"
"Hey, you have to ask about justice, because I haven't obtained a perfect vessel yet..."
Before he finished speaking, Pan Sen asked anxiously.
"Where is the justice?"
"Probably, it's in the Nocmooch Plains of Valoran. There is a force called the Emerald Territory there. By the way, there happens to be a gladiatorial arena there. I think you should be more... interested..."
Watching the impatient Pan Sen turn into a stream of light and leave, the corner of his mouth curled up curiously.
"It's getting more and more interesting~ Lester, prove your worth to me. If you satisfy me, maybe I can let you survive."
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Boarding the ship from [Kalamanda] in the northern part of the Shurima continent, Soraka, as a healing wizard, boarded a trading cargo ship heading to the Emerald Territory [Groft Harbor].
After drifting on the ship for more than two months, Soraka finally set foot on the land of Valoran at the end of the late autumn season.
Everything you look at is prosperous, with laughter and shouts coming and going.
The sailors and porters on the dock were sweating in the sun with satisfied smiles. On the clean and smooth lime avenue, batches of caught and boxed fruits were pulled by large trucks to the warehouse on the dock, waiting to be loaded onto ships. cargo, destined for Shurima, which lacks fresh fruit and food.
Holding the Crescent Staff, Soraka took off her hood and stood alone in the crowd of people. Soraka suddenly looked forward to the land under her feet. She was on Shurima and Mount Targon. Most of what she saw was hunger and death. She had never seen a land as full of life and vitality as the Emerald Territory. This to some extent showed that the owner of this land was very talented in governance and management.
Destruction is always the simplest thing. How to turn a desert into an oasis and a village into a city is the most challenging thing.
Soon, Soraka, who was motionless and behaved a bit strangely, was noticed by the Black Iron Guard soldiers in charge of security on the dock. After exchanging glances, the two Black Iron Guards approached Soraka.
At the same time, Soraka also noticed the two soldiers approaching her. She could be sure that the two simple and confident men in front of her had no ill intentions.
"Guest, I think this is your first time coming to Jade Territory? You must need some help."
"Aren't you... afraid of me?"
Soraka hesitated for a moment, then took off her hood, revealing her purple skin and the tall horn on her forehead. The leading soldier smiled, and did not give Soraka any feeling of pressure.
"The moment we joined the Black Iron Guard, the lord told us never to judge a book by its appearance. In fact, there are many strange guests who come to the Emerald Territory.
The yordles, Vastayas, and Freljords are big men from the north who are as hairy as a baboon, and are as black as coal. I even saw one with a big beard and purple skin. The bald mage was the color of potato and had tattoos all over his body. It only took me one glance to confirm that the guy was a good person, because I only said ten words to him, and the guy said eight thanks to me...
Jade Collar will never disappoint good-hearted people who abide by the law. Guest, there is nothing worthy of concern about your appearance. "
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