Legends of Runeterra

“Ding-dong~!”

"Old Zeni, do you have any more Queen Grass? Give me two more kilograms!"

"there is none left!"

"What is this?"

"Fuck you, don't move, those are the stocks I saved for myself!"

"Twenty silver herrings, give me half!"

"You...ok Hughes, for the Bearded Lady's sake."

"Tsk, Mother Snake, your words are even less believable than a moray eel's fart!"

While cursing, Hughes's hands were not slow. He took out twenty silver coins and immediately picked up the Queen's Grass on the ground.

"Thanks, old Zeni, I hope you can survive this nightmare!"

"I can't say anything else, but with those guys guarding the dock this year, our chances of survival are much higher!"

"Haha~! I hope so..."

...

"Da da da~!"

Lucian was leaning against the window of the hotel, gazing at the sea in the distance, when he was disturbed by a knocking sound. He looked down expressionlessly.

People in every household took wooden boards and knocked on the windows, one layer inside and one layer outside, making them fit together tightly and neatly.

'It's a futile exercise.'

Lucian sighed inwardly.

As a sentinel of light, he is very familiar with those ghosts and wraiths.

These seemingly solid wooden boards can only resist some of the physical undead to a certain extent.

For those vengeful spirits without entities, this thing is useless and may even become a wall of despair for the living to escape.

Sighing silently, Lucian reached into his arms and carefully took out an oval silver pendant.

"Click~!"

The pendant opened to reveal a portrait of a woman.

A pair of big almond-shaped eyes, plump lips, and even and shiny black skin.

"Senna..."

Lucian called out his wife's name softly, his mind replaying the scene of their first meeting - Senna, his father's apprentice, bringing his relics back home.

Sadness filled my heart, and it felt like a huge rock was pressing on my chest.

'May the light be above...'

Lucian began to chant a spell in his mind, and the grief receded like a tide.

He raised his head and exhaled from his lungs. The last trace of sadness disappeared from his face without a trace, and his cold expression returned to its original state.

"Dong dong dong~!"

"Guest, I'll board up your room."

"Well, I see."

Lucian put away the pendant and quickly and expertly checked his equipment before putting on a black robe to cover up the silver windbreaker that belonged to the Sentinel of Light.

"Click~!"

"Excuse me, sir, for disturbing you."

"fine."

Lucian walked past the innkeeper and the waiter holding the wooden board and headed downstairs.

"guest..."

The hotel owner shouted, but seeing the other party walk away without paying any attention, he finally decided not to meddle in other people's business.

After all, the other party has already paid the money, and it is up to him or her whether to live there or not.

When Lucian walked out of the hotel, half of the sunset had already sunk below the sea level.

For this area at the bottom of the harbor, a faint dusk has already fallen.

I glanced around. In each window, a vigil candle made of whale dung was burning, and the flames flickered through the sea glass bottles.

There were burning queen grass hanging on the door panels of every household, and the window frames were nailed tightly with long wooden boards.

Even though he knew that these things were of no use other than providing some psychological comfort, Lucian had no intention of reminding them.

Asking for help rashly without offering any help will only make people more desperate.

What he can do, or must do, is to destroy more undead in this impending disaster and put this nightmare behind him as soon as possible.

...

Different from the slums where every household has closed their doors, the dock area at the bottom is crowded with people at this moment.

Piles of crates, old fishing nets, rusty harpoons, and other debris were all cleared away.

In their place were shiny cannons that were clearly well-maintained, with piles of shells placed at the rear.

On the dock shore, closest to the sea, every ten meters, there is a silver metal nail more than one meter long, like an enlarged version of a nail, driven into the ground.

One after another, they stretch along the entire coastline of Piraeus Port.

The one who could create such a grand scene is undoubtedly the current owner of Bilgewater - the Queen of the Sea Sarah.

In the huge square that was specially cleared and vacated, a platform with the emblem of Nagakabouros stood in the center of the square.

Sarah, wearing a silver skirt and armor, and Illaoi, wearing an extremely intricately woven colorful robe, were standing in the middle of the platform, looking down at the busy crowd below.

"Li En, why are there two women standing on the platform? Which one of them is your 'war mother'?"

Olaf scratched his beard, his rough face carved by wind and frost full of confusion.

It's not surprising that he thought so. With Olaf's perception, he couldn't see the strength that Li En possessed without actively showing it.

In his eyes, Li En is just a very generous and kind person who can provide an opportunity for a big kill.

"Haha~! No, one of them is my woman, and the other is my subordinate. There is no such thing as a 'war mother' in Bilgewater."

"Hmm... not bad!"

Observing a figure on the platform, Olaf nodded involuntarily.

"Such a rare tall and strong figure can indeed give birth to strong offspring!"

"Ahem! You're wrong. The one next to her is my woman."

"Ah? That? The one with thin arms and legs, Li En, do you like this? "

Olaf just took a glance and didn't look at it any further. He looked at Li En with a puzzled look and a hint of disappointment.

"That's right, don't make a mistake when we meet later!"

"Alright, alright, ah~! Really, I don't understand the aesthetics of you 'warm-blooded people'!"

Olaf shook his head with a look of regret.

Li En's fist stiffened slightly, but in order not to let the opponent miss this battle, he gave up the idea.

Although according to Olaf's personality, he would be happier to be beaten half to death by Li En.

"Lee En."

"Lord Li En!"

"Well, Sarah, Illaoi, this is Olaf from Lokfar, a strong and brave warrior."

"Hello."

Olaf nodded, but his eyes were on Illaoi.

"Hello Olaf."

"Hello."

Compared to Sarah's friendliness, Illaoi maintains her cold and stern image.

Olaf did not think much about it. In his perception, the golden "Shenxi" in the opponent's hand was very strange, which gave him a faint sense of threat.

"Li En, the 'Holy Silver' spikes have all been placed, and the artillery array and bullet array have also been repaired."

"Yes, I saw it all, everything went according to plan.

Now, let us wait for them to come.”

"Okay Lee En."

Sarah nodded and returned to the platform.

In the distance, the last ray of sunset light sank completely below the sea level.

The sudden dimming of the light plunged the sailors into darkness in an instant.

"Light the torches, load the ammunition, and prepare to welcome our 'guests'!"