People are pirates, opening the era of games

In the turbulent Ionia, the oldest Vasta Xari myth records a prophet who can communicate directly with the stars in secret, and can also summon starlight to heal the wounded and burn those who have caused harm to the nascent land.

Currently, Soraka makes her home on the westernmost peak of the Targon Mountains.

She watches over an isolated Vastaya tribe, teaching them their healing methods while quietly tending to her own needs - except what brings her so close to the foot of the mountain, and what brings her here. How long she will stay, only Soraka herself knows.

Many times she has watched entire civilizations dance on the edge of destruction, and she has learned that she cannot save those who do not wish to be saved, nor force them to see what they are destined to ignore.

Still determined, Soraka is determined to never give up trying.

“Tastes better than expected!”

After tasting Zoe's pastry, Robin's eyes lit up and he commented heartily. It tasted sweet and glutinous but not sticky.

"Hehe, I'm glad you like it." Zoe suspended in the air, crossed her legs and said comfortably: "Just now you said it was the same as Soraka's first time eating twilight cake.

At a fork in the road, you can only choose one of two! "

Zoe paused as she spoke, then held her belly and laughed, "You know? This is Soraka's mantra."

A wanderer from the celestial realm, she gave up her immortal godhood to protect mortal races from their own violent instincts.

She extended compassion and kindness to everyone she met—guiding the lost and healing the hurt.Although Soraka has witnessed so much pain and struggle in this world, she still believes that the people of Runeterra still have more potential that has not yet been discovered.

Robin was puzzled. People in Rune Continent seemed to think very strangely. One second they were fighting, and the next second they started to remember their friends.

Of course, Zoe currently has overwhelming strength, so she can only listen obediently.

Perhaps, the original posture was not comfortable. Zoe moved around a few times and then said:

"On a perfect night for sipping tea. A bit cold, but refreshing - just as chilly as ever on Targon's cold nights. Soraka is waiting for a visitor.

On the fire in the center of Soraka's round tent, the snow in the stone pot has begun to melt, and the warmth is getting stronger. The tent is filled with the smell of dry tea leaves and faint mountain herbs.

She walked to the opposite side of the tent and passed the shelves on the back wall.Like everything else in her home, the shelf has a subtle curve.

From a mortal skill level, carpentry was not her strong suit.But she made this shelf for storage.

A wicker tiara from Omekayalan, a tiny golden acorn from a good friend in Bandle City, and the oldest of them all, older than any earthly object - a dog-shaped stone carving from old Nasramae. .

She owed that city a visit.He hasn't been back for hundreds of years, and she has a good impression of the people there.

She was awakened from her reverie and there was a commotion outside.call out.Barking.Very punctual.

In the dark snowfield, a pack of wolves huddled around a huddled lump in the snow.

She strode into the night, head held high.The moon had risen and looked surprisingly large, a common sight on Mount Targon.Her home is on the way to the peak, with rugged mountainside flatlands to the east and endless mist beneath the steep cliffs to the west.

An icy mountain wind blows everything westward year-round.It's not uncommon for wild animals to brave the wind and sand blowing across the flats, but it's rare for them to find prey here.

The wolves turned and roared at her, their semi-fluorescent eyes reflected in the yellow light through the dome windows.

At the same time, the lump tipped over.That's a girl.A pair of frightened eyes responded to Soraka's gaze, and a pair of trembling hands held a wooden spear tightly.

Only one thing can bring one to this remote path leading to the Holy Mountain.But never so young.

The wolves rushed towards Soraka, and she heard the stars scream to protect her.

Sparks trickled from her fingertips and she let rain of golden fire fall on the wolves.The impact caused most of the wolves to recoil in primal fear, but one was abandoned by its companions, its hind legs crushed under the embers.

It was moaning, screaming, struggling.She watched the rest of the pack disappear into the icy wasteland, abandoning their companions to their fate.

Soraka shook her head and was so anxious that she immediately knelt down in the snow and stretched out her hands.She couldn't bear the pain of the poor little thing.

Pain pulled at her.She put her hands on its bleeding hind legs, and it howled angrily and bit her arm with its teeth.pain.The mortal body is flawed.

"Stop!" the little girl cried. "It...it's going to kill you!"

Soraka felt her expression melt into a smile.

"I'm not afraid of wolves," she answered as light spread from her arms to the wolf's wounded body.

"And," she went on, "Torn belongs to him as much as it does to me."

The beast's flesh and blood began to heal as before, and the broken bones were rejoined completely, just like the clay being molded into its proper shape by the hands of a craftsman.

But the magic burned her as it left her.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in the pain for a moment.

When she opened her eyes again, the wolf had escaped.

Only the girl is still there.Her eyes flickered upward from time to time, peeking at Soraka's horns. Soraka already knew what she was thinking.

"Are you... that?"

"Which one?"

"Devil. I once heard..."

Soraka laughed.But before she could answer, the girl sank weakly and lowered the tip of the spear.

Only then did Soraka finally feel the tremendous pain coming from the girl.

Both of her arms were black below the elbow joints.

Her fingers were frozen together with the spear, and the flesh on them was red and swollen.Frostbite like this... she'll die soon.

When she placed her hands on the girl's arms, the girl flinched, much to Soraka's concern.

The response of human beings to healing is amazing.Their minds are very complex.Their treatment must be consensual - they must want to be healed.There were times when she had extended the tentacles of magic into the depths of the wound, only to find herself being pushed back by the human mind.

But not now.The girl was so exhausted that the climb up here had taken up all her remaining energy.Soraka poured all the power she could muster into the dead flesh, driving away the pain.

Rings of emerald light snaked up the girl's hands.The spear fell to the ground.As Soraka used her power, she saw the color of her skin gradually fade from black, back to red, purple, and finally back to its proper dark complexion.

Okay, it should be fine.

"Do I look like a demon to you?" Soraka asked.Her golden eyes sparkled in the darkness.

The girl remained silent.After a while, Soraka asked: "You want to climb the main peak. Why?"

But the girl looked away, looking ashamed, rubbing her newly recovered arms. "My family," she said without thinking, shaking her head. "We... we Rakkor - we're all warriors. My mother, she's the strongest warrior. You don't know what it's like to be the only one who can't fight. That..." She bit off. Lips, struggling to find the word. "Weak."

Soraka waved her hand and pointed to the dirt road the girl had just walked, the road leading to the foot of Mount Targon. "You have come so far and you still feel weak?"

"My weakness will soon come to an end," replied the girl, her hands clenched into fists. "When I reach the top. I will walk off the last mountain and into the sky, like in the old stories. And then - then they will have to acknowledge my strength. A man made of stars cannot be bullied. "

"If only that were the case," Soraka said, a pointed smile flashing across her face.

She didn't see the girl's expression burst into shock and astonishment, but turned around and walked to the side of the road.The stars above them, against the dark sky, were brighter than anywhere else in the world.They were singing a song that only she could hear.This is her home.Not the original home though.But this is the home she made.

"Come," Soraka called.She raised a hand, and the traces of her fingertips traced across the sky.As she moved, clouds and mist were embroidered on the moonlit canvas, outlining faces that the girls had heard about in stories.A young woman with pale hair.Opposite her was a woman with a face as bright as the sun.There is also a spear in his hand that is almost the same as the girl's spear.

"All these mortals reached the summit. But they chose that path with all their heart." She turned to the girl and spoke slowly, without any joy in her words. "You didn't really choose the mountain. Targon won't choose you. You'll die. Don't do it."

The girl turned her head.She was silent for a long time.

"Then, where should I go?" She finally said in a stiff voice. "I can't go home. I can't go back to them. Where else can I go?"

Soraka smiled. "The world is a big place. You have many paths. I can help you, but you have to accept my help."

The image in front of the moonlight gradually faded.

Soraka pointed to a cozy yellow tent among nearby rocks. “But first, it’s best to come in and warm yourself up.

There is no need to rush back before dawn.Moreover, I am still boiling water.This is the perfect night for sipping tea. "

Zoe starts dancing and she says these are all Soraka's stories.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if the Starforged Dragon King Aurelion Thor broke free from the shackles of the Cursed Crown?"

Anna once reminded that you will not die in the deduction mode.

You can just ask out the curious things in your heart.

Star-casting Dragon King Aurelion Sol, if you want to say who has the highest godhood in Rune Continent, it should be this guy!

It's just that Robin thinks that he can't touch such an existence, and the so-called star spirits are also afraid of Thor.

The appearance of comets often heralds turmoil and dramatic changes.As the restless tail of the comet sweeps across the sky, new kings emerge frequently in the human world, old masters die, and even the twinkling stars above the nine heavens will dim and disappear...

And the truth may be darker than what people see.

Aurelion Thor is an omnipotent and omniscient being who existed in ancient times before mortals began to multiply on Runeterra.Since the beginning of his birth in Taixi, he and his kind have begun to travel in the vast and empty primitive realm of heaven, trying to fill this vast canvas with miracles, and let the flickering spectrum bring achievement and joy to all witnesses.

In Aurelion Thor's wanderings, he rarely encounters his equals.

The eternal stars are all indifferent and contribute little to the existence of things, content only to conceive of self-centered philosophical theories about creation itself.

However, later, he made a surprising discovery around an ordinary sun that he had cast countless epochs ago.a planet.Multiple overlapping areas.

He doesn't know who created this world, nor for what purpose - he only knows that it is not his own work.

The protoss seemed to have an unusual interest in this world, and they begged him to come closer.

Here is life, magic, and an infant civilization crying for guidance from higher wisdom.Congratulated on having a new audience to admire his supreme power, Aurelion Sol descended into the mortal world as a ferocious dragon from the stars and basked in the adulation of mortals.

In an ordinary land called "Jushen", the insignificant residents named him after the golden light he gave him, so the protoss ordered them to pay corresponding tributes.

Mortals climbed to their highest peaks and presented him with a magnificent crown, enchanted with subtle magic and engraved with incredible patterns from the celestial realm.

And when this crown was put on the brow of Aurelion Thor, he realized that it was not a tribute at all.

It was a cursed evil thing that hung on his head with unimaginable power, making it impossible for him to take it off. Then he felt that his knowledge about the sun and its creation had been stolen, consulted, and Those low-level intellectual taints.

To make matters worse, the power of the crown threw him back to the heavens and made him unable to approach the world.

He could only watch helplessly as those treacherous star spirits proclaimed themselves "giants" and sent mortals to build huge golden discs.

In this way, they extracted his celestial power and created immortal celestial warriors for some conflict that had not yet occurred.

Furious, Aurelion Thor also saw that the other stars in the firmament were dimming due to lack of care and attention, and he struggled to free himself from the control of the crown.

It was He who gave birth to light in the universe!And now, why should he be bound by the protoss and their humble chess pieces?He roared with joy when he saw the sun disk collapse...but then he saw a second, more powerful disk taking its place.Finally, giving up on resisting his fate, he saw the celestial warriors massacre their enemies, then the rustling creatures of pure darkness, and finally each other.

Later, in the blink of an eye of the star dragon, the world was swept by one after another witchcraft disaster. At this time, Aurelion Thor finally saw that the giant god and the star spirits he hated were all flawless.He wandered closer cautiously, aware that the magic that bound him was fading.Fragments of gold peeled off his crown, each piece leaving a trail of fire in the sky like a comet.

The freedom and vengeance that are close at hand lured Aurelion Thor, and now he looks at Runeterra with fiery and eternal anger.

There is no doubt that on this planet, the balance of the universe will tilt towards him again - then, the universe will become his witness and witness the fate of those thieves who dare to steal the power from the Star-Forging Dragon King.