"But the elders of Feilor didn't say..."

"There are no elders...Since Noxus occupied Feilor, there have been no elders left..."

Lothar was dumbfounded.

Karan suddenly said: "You can see the shore, get ready."

"Where are we going?" asked Lothar.

"Go to the Temple of Longevity, where there are people who can deal with Syndra."

The woman sneered: "Do you think you can get there? If you don't get there, you will be killed, traitor."

"I know." Karan looked at the woman, "so I need a guide."

"Why do you think I'll help you?"

"When I woke up with Syndra, I attacked her." Karan said, "You should have seen it."

"I can go by myself."

"If you are alone, you may not even see the face of the Venerable."

The woman was silent for a long time, looking directly at Karan's golden cat eyes, trying to find traces of deception and conspiracy from it.

"Syndra's threat is much bigger than my old lion." Karan added the last sentence.

After a long time, the woman sighed: "Call me Hiric."

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Kill the traitor Karan! See it, kill without mercy! This order takes effect permanently until Karan's head falls to the ground!

- Order of the Vastaya tribe of the flesh-toothed tribe

Traitor Karan, unforgivable. All the people of the world can be killed without a license.

— Announcement from the Navoli provincial government

Kill the Karan, regardless of the position, and raise the helmsman.

— Navoli Brotherhood Bounty

Vastayakaran, if the time is right, kill.

- Fate of Shadow Stream

Chapter 188 The Ionian Nature

Lothar looked at the aerial fortress in the distance.

"What are you still doing, let's go." Karan patted his butt, and sitting on the ice boat for a long time made him feel that his **** was unconscious.

"Do you think..." Lothar pointed to the air fortress, "Syndra seems to have let the fortress float away from its original position."

Karan and Hiric frowned when they heard the words. Hiric was very annoyed: "Can't she just stay there?"

Karan said solemnly, "She's going to the north... What does she want to do?"

After standing there for a while, Karan greeted, "Let's go, we have to hurry."

"But Syndra won't be here after we come back." Lothar stopped Karan.

"As long as she doesn't leave Ionia, the Venerable can find her." Karan left a sentence, and began to discuss with Sirik how to disguise better.

"Okay." Lothar didn't know who Karan was referring to as "The Venerable", but he must have been someone no weaker than Syndra.

"Are you sure you want to go to Veri?" Cirick looked at Karan in surprise. "There are other ways to go to the Temple of Longevity."

"William is the shortest distance." Karan insisted.

"But to walk in Villie... the stakes are too high... we might not even make it through."

"We are short of time, as you can see, Syndra won't be here waiting for us."

"Vili..." Lothar recalled the map and the contents of the book Swain gave him. Although they had already gone up to the fortress with his salute, Lothar had been about the same in a few months. Recite the content above.

According to what Swain has written, Veri is indeed a very special place.

Lothar glanced out of the corner of his eye, and on the beach, several ravens who were pecking at the shells were looking at him.

"Unfortunate." Lothar scolded secretly, and followed Karan and Ciric on the journey.

…

Ionia is truly a magical land.

In other words, the filling is a bit exaggerated.

Magical creatures that are rarely seen elsewhere are all over Ionia. Walking on the forest paths, a bunch of elf-like flying squirrels will come close to Lothar, as if they are curious about this cold person. , has been rubbing back and forth beside Lothar.

Lothar felt the cheering magic power in his body. Just stepping on the land of Ionia, Lothar felt that his magic power was slowly increasing, which was many times better than the effect of his own training in Noxus. .

Sirik glanced at the little creatures that covered Lothar's shoulders, and these smart magical creatures were chasing after them playfully: "There are very few people who are so fond of the spirit of the land."

"It means I'm special." Lothar scratched the chin of a big-tailed squirrel.

The two of them spoke in Ionian, and on the way Lothar asked Karan and Sirik to teach him the local language, in return for Lothar being their bodyguard.

Karan was covered in a cloak, with his tail tucked into his trouser legs, and he couldn't even tell from the outside whether he was a human or a Vastaya.

Sirik also found Lothar a burlap shirt in a passing village, temporarily disguising him as a local.

Xirik gently pressed a big tree, and under Lothar's astonished eyes, the big tree pulled out its own roots and walked to the side to make way for the group.

"You're a mage too" asked Lothar.

"It can't be regarded as magic in the strict sense, and it's not the same as the power of Syndra." Cirick touched the bark a few times, the tree's crown shook, and a few fruits fell into her hands, "It's just that It's just to communicate with the spirit of the land, as long as they are sincere, most of them will agree."

"Is everyone like this in Ionia?"

"almost."

"Then you can't beat Noxus"

Xiric and Karan's expressions turned very bad at the same time, and Xiric threw a fruit at Lothar: "There is also a difference in the degree of communication. People with weak talents, like ordinary farmers, have the most I can only make the wheat in my field grow stronger."

"That talent is strong"

"It can change the seasons and move mountains and forests."

"So exaggerated." Lothar's mouth widened.

"It's said that someone can, I haven't seen it anyway." Sirick peeled off the peel and threw it in the soil. "Maybe he has seen it."

Karan pressed the ground with his claws, and several mushrooms burst out of the soil. He picked them off and put them in his mouth: "I haven't seen them either."

Lothar looked at Karan and Cyric with jealousy. Ionia is indeed a rich land, and the spirits of nature are extremely generous, and the thought of how much energy it takes to find food in the Freljord...

"No wonder Noxus is jealous of Ionia...how can there be such a big gap between place and place..." Lothar sighed helplessly and took a bite of the fruit.

The extremely sour juice made Lothar's facial features twist together: "Isn't this thing edible means that Ionia's products are all high-quality?"

"It used to be like this," Xirick said coldly, "but the invasion of your Noxians has damaged a large area of ​​the land spirit in Navoli Province. Now it is good to find food in this area. We are in Didn't I see a lot of refugees on the road, they were all people who didn't have enough food and clothing, but didn't want to leave their homes."

Lothar was a little surprised. Years had passed since Noxus' war on Ionia, but the wounds of the land had not yet healed.

If it continues like this, it might become a barren place like Ferrol.

With a hint of sympathy in his heart, Lothar distributed the fruit to the little guys who were drooling on their shoulders. These intelligent creatures seemed to know that the fruit tasted bad and didn't eat any of them.

Lothar thought about it for a while, and simply froze the fruit into ice cubes. Now these little guys got interested one by one and snatched a piece and licked it.

"After the war, the land spirits of Navoli province have become sensitive and fragile." Karan raised his head and swallowed the mushrooms, judging from his expression, the taste of those mushrooms was obviously not very good, "Be careful, Qian Qian Don't cut down trees and pick flowers without authorization, if you hurt spirits, the consequences will be serious."

Although he didn't know what the consequences were in Karan's mouth, Lothar agreed.

Lothar's ears suddenly moved, and he whispered immediately, "Shh! Someone is coming to us! A lot!"

Karan also heard the movement, and the three climbed to a high place at the same time, using the dense branches and leaves as cover to hide.

After a while, they saw a crowd that began to run in the distance.

"It's the Navori Brotherhood!" Cirick scolded in a low voice, "How did they find it!"

Karan's face is also very bad, the Navoli brothers may not be strong, but they are really difficult to deal with.

"This is the Navoli Brotherhood." Lothar looked at those people from a distance, all of them were humans, holding simple weapons such as knives and earth forks.

"Damn it! Footprints!" Cirick suddenly said, the land in the forest was very wet, and the footprints left by the three were very clear. The Navori Brotherhood should have chased them through footprints.

"Damn! It's too late to clean up, let's run!" Karan was about to jump off the tree, but was stopped by Lothar.

"what are you doing!"

"Shh..." Lothar motioned for Karan to keep silent, then pointed below.

The little animals who were begging for food with Lothar suddenly jumped to the ground at some point. Some dragged leaves and corpses to wipe off the footprints of the three of Lothar. The smell of people was blown away, and some ran to the Navoli Brotherhood, as if trying to delay it for a while. .

"Is this communicating with the spirit of nature?" Lothar ignored the stunned gazes of Karan and Ciric, and waved his thanks to the little guys on the ground.

Lothar himself was also surprised. When Freljord followed the beast spirit cultivator, he was obviously unable to establish contact with any beasts, but these little guys who had just met were very willing to help him, and he was not at all. They didn't ask for it, they acted on their own: "Is it because I gave them iced fruit to eat...Ionia...what an interesting place..."

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The Ionians have followed the principle of living in harmony with nature since ancient times.

Most of their food sources are vegetables, fruits and crops, and occasionally they need to repent and thank the spirit of the land in order to eat meat and kill life. They don't log, they don't mine, and by communicating with nature, the Ionians can let nature give them the supplies they need. For thousands of years, Ionia has maintained this extremely harmonious mode of existence.

The Ionians call it - Equilibrium.

—Excerpt from Ionian Travels Chapter 3: The Natural Environment by Ezreal

Chapter one hundred and eighty-ninth Wei Li

Akali likes Veri, very, very much.

The spirit of the land here is not as gentle and kind as other places. Wei Li is like a tough, mysterious, and pungent girl who is extraordinarily protective, saying no to all evil and cunning.

Weili is a port village surrounded by fog. This layer of fog can only be seen by people with bad intentions outside, but those who stay in Weili can enjoy a free and broad vision.

Wei Li doesn't welcome strangers, and she doesn't like to be missed, so despite her wealth and magic, she never appears on any map, although she may be malicious or make a fortune from time to time. The Dreamers try to find Viri, but they all fail in the end.

Veri is really unique, and Akali loves her maverick. Although she hasn't been to Weili a few times, every time she visits here, it makes her like this land even more.

Akali looked at a tattooed woman passing by her enviously: "It's so handsome, I want to get a tattoo too...but I will definitely be scolded..."

She touched her purse, there were only two dry plums lying in it, and it was definitely impossible to use it to pay for tattoos.

"Alas... I have used my pocket money to buy hawthorn candy." Akali sighed, complaining about her gluttony, "When I can stand on my own, I must get a tattoo."

After secretly making up her mind, Akali looked at the sky: "It's still early... I still have a day to play in Weili, let's go to the market first."

Akali likes to go to the market. She likes to bargain with the stingy little otter Vastaya until her face is red, and then run away laughing when the other party offers a very low price and thinks it can be sold.

In short, there is something in Wei for play, and Akali cherishes it very much. After all, she won't have much time to play when she goes back.

"Ah!" When Akali was running excitedly, she was knocked down by someone.

"Look at the road, little girl." It was a woman who was hit, and two people, one tall and one short, followed behind her.

Akali got up in disapproval and made an ugly face at the woman.

The woman was angry and funny, but she obviously didn't intend to be really angry with a ten-year-old girl and reached out to pull Akali up.

Akali slapped the woman's hand away and ran quickly past her in a muffled voice.

The woman looked at her same-sex companion awkwardly, sighed and continued to walk away.

Akali suddenly felt a very icy touch coming from the back of her neck. Someone grabbed her and prevented her from running.

"Let go!" Akali struggled, but the unbelievably cold hand gave her goosebumps and she couldn't help herself.

"Come back." It was the voice of a young boy who spoke softly.

"What... what!" Akali could clearly see the face of the man who grabbed him. It was an Ionian boy who was probably only five or six years older than Akali.

The boy's hand tightened a little, and Akali felt that the feeling of Bingqin had penetrated into her body, and her body began to curl up together: "Okay, okay! I'll give it back to you!"

Akali took out what was hidden in her palm, which was a small purse. The woman's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't realized that she had been stolen.

The boy grabbed the purse from Akali's hand, and at the same time let go, Akali ran away quickly without looking back, and got into the crowd.

"I hate it, why is that person's hands so icy!" Akali wiped off the remaining water droplets on the back of her neck. She didn't run away, but just hid behind a buffalo and watched the three people secretly.

"What are you doing?" A childlike voice came from behind Akali.

The little girl was taken aback and jumped directly on the back of the buffalo: "Kinan! It's not allowed to suddenly appear from behind."