LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 472 Poppy and the Unrivaled Hero

Poppy is a yordle.

She carried a holy hammer with her at all times.This hammer is a relic of her former best friend, General Oren, the founder of Demacia.

She has been looking for the so-called "Demacian heroes".According to legend, only this warrior is qualified to take over and use the weapon in her hand.

Bobby's search was always in vain.She has tried many times to deliver the Hammer to a would-be hero, but each time it has ended in tragedy—usually the hero who received the Hammer died tragically.

So hundreds of years passed, and the holy hammer still remained in her hands.

She still hadn't found the legendary hero.

until today
On the border of Demacia, outside a small mountain village in Irwindale.

"Roar~" The whistling sound of the Wyvern resounded through the valley.

Immediately afterwards, a hideous and terrifying shadow quickly passed over Bobby's head.

"Wyvern?" Bobby's heart sank.

She hurriedly jumped onto the tall tall tree next to her, and looked at the whereabouts of the wyvern from a high position.

Sure enough, it headed for the fields in the valley.And among the fields, there are many farmers working hard.

"Oops." She knew what that meant.

Wyverns love to eat people.And Irwindale is a high-incidence area for such incidents.

In the years of traveling around Demacia, she has seen countless similar tragedies.

She can hold back sometimes.But sometimes, she also let those vicious flying dragons succeed.

This time, she might helplessly watch those poor farmers die at the mouth of Wyvern.

It's not that Bobby can't beat this flying dragon.It's just that she is still too far away from the field, and Yordle's short legs can't outrun the Wyvern's wings at all.

"If only that hero was here." Bobby couldn't help muttering, but his feet were not idle.

Although she knew that she might not be able to stop the attack in time, she still tensed her short legs and ran after the two-footed dragon with all her strength.
She's fast, in no way befitting her petite yordle frame.

But even so, the nasty wyvern still flew far ahead, and threw her further and further away.

Soon, the wyvern flew over the field.It opened its ferocious bloody mouth, roaring and galloping down.

"Flying dragon?!" The farmers working in the fields finally realized the danger.

It may be too late.

The flying dragon had already swooped down with that terrifying speed.

But Bobby hadn't arrived yet.She could only watch helplessly as the flying dragon opened its bloody mouth and pounced on those poor farmers who had no time to escape.

"If only that hero was here." Bobby clenched his fists unconsciously, and sighed softly in his heart.

Sure enough, she still had to find that unrivaled hero.Only the legendary hero can save everyone.She can't.

And at this moment.
"Beast! Don't even think about hurting people!" A loud shout came from the valley.

A man clenched the scythe tightly in his hand, and blocked the fleeing farmers, as well as the pounced Wyvern.

Compared with that flying dragon, his figure is so tiny.

But he still resolutely stood in front of the two-legged wyvern.It was as if what he held in his hand was not some decaying scythe, but some dragon-slaying sword.

"Hero?" Bobby was slightly taken aback.

The person who dares to stand alone in front of the Wyvern must be a hero.

But he wasn't like any warrior Poppy had seen before.

He has no gorgeous weapons and armor, no ostentatious horse retinue, only patched linen and rags, and a scythe for mowing grass.It looks like a farmer.

He even said that he was a farmer—just now, he was still working with those farmers.

"Is he a hero?" Bobby was a little skeptical.

She has seen many fearless warriors.Demacia never lacks heroes who dare to sacrifice.

But none of them would go to the fields with the farmers to cultivate.

Even if some heroes are farmers themselves, when they become legendary warriors, they will never return to those humble farmers.

So... "He's not a hero, he's just a farmer?" Bobby was a little confused.

And in the midst of this flash, the Wyvern has rushed to the ground like a falcon.

The man was shaken by the strong wind blown up by the dragon wings, but he still rode a strong wind into the air, swung the sickle in his hand with all his strength, and rushed towards the two-legged flying dragon.

"Mage?" Bobby was slightly taken aback again.

Sure enough, this man was no ordinary farmer.In other words, he is indeed a hero?

She was thinking so, but what happened next exceeded her expectations.

Unlike the hero she imagined, although this man is not ordinary, he is not strong at all.

He swung the scythe with all his strength, and just cut a small cut in the wyvern's tough skin.

The wyvern was completely enraged by this knife, and immediately gave up chasing other prey, and began to frantically bite this brave and "stupid" human being.

"Comrade Oren!" The farmers stopped and shouted his name.

Oronbobi's heart skipped a beat.It was the name of her former best friend.

But this is not surprising.Her best friend Oren was a great German hero hundreds of years ago and a figure in legends.

Many people in later generations will name their children Oren, just to commemorate this hero.

So in the past few hundred years, Bobby has seen quite a few "Oren" with the same name.

But this one.
"He's the best," Bobby muttered.

But comrade Oren, what does comrade mean?
She was a little puzzled by what everyone called him.But she didn't have time to think too much about it right now.

I saw that Comrade Oren was hugging the Wyvern's neck tightly, trying to entangle with it: "Go! Everyone, go! Go back to the cellar of the village and stay there!"

One of his hands had been bitten bloody by the wyvern.The gurgling blood stained half of his body red.

But even so, he still didn't let go.

"He is really similar to Oren." Although the strength is too bad, but... really similar.

thought Poppy.

"Go away! The drafter is still standing here, wanting to kill me in vain?"

Well, he doesn't seem very polite.Demacia doesn't have such ugly curse words, and I don't know where he learned them.

But... still quite like Oren.

"He is a hero." Bobby made a judgment in his heart.

By this time, the hero's efforts had paid off.

The farmers had successfully fled back to the village not far away, and quickly hid in the cellar.

Oren rescued them.But himself.
The severed arm had been completely torn apart in the struggle, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Wyvern finally defeated this weak but tenacious warrior.It slammed his broken body on the ground, and then opened its bloody mouth, ready to feast on it.

But its mouth is only halfway open.
"Stop!" A holy light flashed.

Feilong turned his head in astonishment, and saw a huge hammer head-on.

No. Not as big as a hammer.It's too close.

"Bang!" Just as the flying dragon was wondering why the hammer was so big, its head had already come into intimate contact with the radiant holy hammer.

It's Poppy.Because of the precious time Oren won, she has arrived at the battlefield.

Then, the wyvern flew up.Fly faster and higher than ever before.

It is no exaggeration to say that it turned into a shooting star in the sky and completely disappeared in this world.

"Are you okay?" Bobby then put away the hammer that was taller than her head, and looked back at Mr. Oren.

"I" Oren certainly has something to do.

Now he has broken one hand and one leg, and he has lost a lot of blood, and he is dying with only one breath left.

But he still managed to take out a bottle of alchemy potion engraved with the blue bird emblem from his pocket, and drank it with difficulty.

The alchemy medicine took effect quickly, allowing Oren to struggle to sit up, and tightly covered the wound that was barely stopped bleeding by the regenerative potion with his clothes.

He survived.But it also paid a heavy price.

That arm had left him forever.He can no longer be a hero.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Bobby lowered his eyelids, his tone somewhat disappointed.

"No, nothing." Oren gritted his teeth and sat down by the edge of the field sweating profusely.

He comes across as strong.But when he woke up from the severe pain, and looked down at his broken arm and the crooked calf that might be permanently disabled, his complexion dimmed instantly.

Tears of pain finally flowed down like a bank.

The flying dragon didn't kill him, but it brought him a lifetime of pain.After realizing this, his whole body was a little bit broken.

"You're a hero, Oren." Perhaps out of sympathy, perhaps inspired, Poppy couldn't help but say.

"Yeah." Ao Lun nodded slowly.

And at this time, he finally took a serious look at his savior.

He noticed Poppy's pointy ears, and his small stature.

"You" Oren's eyes lit up.This remnant body seemed to suddenly glow with vitality: "Are you a yordle?"

"Yes." Bobby looked over puzzled.

Although yordles are very rare, but... they shouldn't be so excited, right?

It was as if he saw someone from his dreams.

"Do you know the leader?" Oren asked excitedly.

"I seem to have heard of it somewhere." Bobby thought for a while and said.

The reputation of the leader has now spread everywhere in Runeterra.

But Bobby doesn't care about current affairs and politics. She travels all over the world just to find the hero.

"I am the leader." Oren couldn't wait to introduce: "I am the propagandist sent by the leader to the Irwindale Mountains."

The leader is still unable to transform Demacia.Their plan is to first train enough Demacian leaders who are familiar with the local conditions, train a group of reliable grassroots cadres, and then formally overthrow the old order.

And these Demacia leaders, of course, have to come from the crowd of Demacia.

Reliable grassroots cadres must of course be cultivated through practice and struggle.

Therefore, although the leader has not officially come to Demacia, the propagandists of the leader have already begun to infiltrate the towns and villages of Demacia.

Their task is to let all the oppressed Germans understand the leader, to make them dare to stand up against oppression, and dare to shout the word "Janna" to the lords.

Oren is one of them.

"So?" Bobby frowned suspiciously: "You are the leader. Then?"

"Hmm..." Oren suddenly realized that this yordle didn't know much about the leader.

So he cut to the chase and said, "I have a few questions I want to ask you, Miss Yordle."

"Me?" Bobby tilted his head: "Did we know each other before? Why do you think I can answer your question?"

"Haha." Oren smiled with difficulty: "Because you are a yordle, you have always lived in my ideal society."

"You mean Bandle City?" Bobby asked, "It's a spiritual realm. How can you humans want to live there?"

"No, what we are going to is not Bandle City, we want to build human society as much as possible."

"Huh? How is this possible." Bobby was a little surprised.

"It's possible." But Oren said firmly: "Maybe my generation won't see it. But our next generation, the next generation... will definitely do it. Even if it takes 1000 years."

"You guys are so weird." Bobby scratched his head: "Okay. Then what else do you want to ask me?"

Oren pondered and organized his words.

Then he asked, "You yordles, are you having fun?"

"Huh?" Bobby didn't know how to answer.

Just listen to Oren's explanation: "I have been thinking about the Datong society. That is, the specific situation of a social form similar to Bandle City."

"Jana told me that when the Datong society is realized, people can live for self-realization instead of being forced to work for money and wealth."

"I believe this. But I am worried, do so many people in this world really have their own ideals and pursuits?"

What do you want to do?
Few people can really answer this question.

Go to an elementary school in Zaun and ask this question, and 9% of the children will probably answer that they want to be scientists when they grow up.

But 9% of them don't really want to be scientists.They are just repeating what others say, the "decent jobs" instilled in them by this society.

In the final analysis, what they pursue is wealth, fame, and material things.

Everyone works hard for the sake of making money and a better life.

Ideal pursuits that are higher than material desires are rarely possessed by anyone.

Then if the Datong society is realized, people don't need to work and struggle for material things. Then these ordinary people who don't even have their own ideals can really find their own goals in life?
Will people become dung-making machines that only eat, drink and have fun, and completely lose their way forward?
Oren couldn't answer that question.But Poppy can.She is a yordle, and she lives in that Datong society.

"This." Bobby didn't expect the other party's question to be so complicated.

She scratched her head and answered in a tangled state, "I guess not?"

"The most important thing for us yordles is to find our purpose."

"Target?"

"Yes." Bobby nodded solemnly: "A yordle without a goal is the most pitiful."

Can you really play for a lifetime without working?
No.Most people can't stand the idleness after playing for a few months.No matter what kind of entertainment you change, you will always feel empty after a long time.

Because in addition to material needs, people also need respect.

And a mediocre person who can only play will not be respected and admired by others.

So even if it is playing, everyone will instinctively hope that they can play well.For example, become a high-level game player and a competitive player.

Just like reading a novel. Is it enough to just see the main character get rich?No, what everyone really likes to watch is the protagonist pretending to be B and slapping his face.

Money is just a prop for the protagonist to pretend to be B.

When the Datong society is reached, people can no longer satisfy their needs for decoration through external material wealth, so they can only improve themselves through learning and labor, and win everyone's admiration and respect through personal achievements.

On top of respect, when people's thoughts enter a higher realm, they will need self-realization.

Human life needs meaning.The cheap sensory stimulation brought by entertainment activities cannot give a person "meaning".

"So we have to find the target."

"Every yordle has a purpose."

"Some people like to study magic, some like to study science, some like to develop bombs, and some like to fly airplanes"

Nasus once thought that most of the yordles were "cute little waste" and questioned the feasibility of Datong society; while Taliyah interpreted it as a special performance of creatures in the spiritual realm in an environment with unlimited resources.

But in fact, if you evaluate the yordle in more detail and objectively:
Even a "street guy" like Teemo, who looks silly and happy, is actually a "swift scout" with good achievements.

Not only can he play blowing arrows superbly, but he also has in-depth research on mushroom planting techniques-these are all the results of his hard study and training.

Even a world-weary freak like Vigus is a master at studying magic.Her magical power is unfathomable, and her research results are more than enough to shame those human mages who struggled desperately for power and interests in the mortal world.

So, unlike the stereotype of yordles in general - yordles are not "cute little waste".

They all have their own goals.No matter how big, small, or bizarre the goal is.

"Just like me." Bobby pointed to the holy hammer beside him: "My goal is to find a peerless hero who is worthy of this hammer."

"Huh?" Oren was slightly taken aback: "Is this also considered a goal in life?"

"Of course." Bobby puffed out his chest proudly: "No matter what the goal is, as long as it is your goal, you will be happy chasing it."

Oren was silent for a while.

Seeing the smile on the corner of Bobby's mouth, he couldn't help laughing too.

He was as happy as if he didn't break a hand, nor was he seriously injured: "I see, I see."

"A society where everyone can get this kind of happiness. It's wonderful."

Oren clutched his severed arm and said with a smile: "It seems that my blood was not shed in vain."

"You're so weird." Bobby couldn't help muttering again looking at the man who could still laugh after breaking his hand.

She gently stroked the hammer: "But you are indeed worthy of this holy hammer. Although it is a little weaker."

"It's a pity." Looking at Oren's broken arm, Bobby hesitated to speak.

It's hard to say, but this man can no longer swing a hammer.He was not the hero she was looking for.

"Since you're fine, I'm leaving first." Bobby was about to say goodbye: "I still have to continue looking for that hero."

"Wait!" Oren called to her.

"Huh?" Bobby looked over puzzled.

"If you think I can be regarded as a hero worthy of this hammer, then I should be able to help you find the hero you are looking for."

"Who?" Bobby's eyes lit up, "Where is that hero?"

"It's everywhere." Oren smiled: "Every leader is such a hero."

"There are tens of thousands of people like me."

"What?" Bobby couldn't believe it.

Are there thousands of selfless and fearless heroes like Oren?

"Yes." Oren said solemnly, "Come with me, yordles. I will lead you to them."

"This..." Bobby was pleasantly surprised but hesitated: "Okay, okay. I'll go take a look with you."

No way, is she really going to find the legendary hero?
if this is true
Then after she handed over the hammer, what should she do?Will she find a whole new purpose?
Like she said, a yordle without a purpose is pretty pathetic
Bobby was thinking wildly.

But seeing Oren's strong figure struggling to stand up, she couldn't help but think of the thinking she had just caused under Oren's question.

Every yordle has a purpose.

And this goal is not necessarily the goal of a lifetime, it takes a person to spend his whole life to complete it.

As long as the yordles are willing, they can be a painter today, a carpenter tomorrow, and change their career to study magic the day after tomorrow.

Anyway, yordles are truly free people.Losing this goal, they still have countless choices.That being the case, what did she have to be afraid of?
Life will always find its own meaning.

Lost goals, there will be new goals.

"Perhaps, it's time for me to find a new target." Bobby thought seriously.

Following Oren's limping figure, she followed with a hammer on her back.

"Hey Oren."

"Tell me carefully about your goals!"

(End of this chapter)