Chapter 779
The sun shines through the treetops, leaving mottled spots of light on the ground. A breeze blows by, bringing a faint fragrance of flowers, a very quiet afternoon.
Under the dense shade of an old tree, a shirtless man with a messy beard is sitting on a rocking chair and dozing like another world.
The tall and broken city wall and the lonely towering mage tower can be seen faintly in the distance. This is already a glorious thousands of years ago.
Although there are still countless humans thriving here, probably no one knows the splendor of the city-state of Norsas, just as people have long forgotten what it is called Demacia.
The heroes and the descendants of the heroes have turned into a pile of loess.
Once soaked in blood, the raging summoner canyon has also become an ordinary business road. Occasionally, in the lush grass on the side of the road, there will be curious children picking up a few rusty arrows or rotten armors. .
The big waves wash the sand.
"League of Legends", the grand game world after three hundred years of fermentation in real time, has long been replaced by another powerful game "Glory of the King".
Perhaps there is a sentence that can be described very well, only the newcomers are laughing, but the old ones are not crying.
Although this ruined game world will not die out, it’s just that the will of the world and the source code program will gradually shift, and no more pigs’ feet will be born, and there will be no heroes that were once powerful. Magic and martial skill were also lost one after another, and people gradually became mortals, and even the virus didn't bother to come, because it was so barren that there was no oil and water.
However, for some people, this is an excellent place to relax on vacation.
Mu Shaoan has been staying here for a month, lazily every day, extremely comfortable, and definitely a good place for retirement.
This is not a joke. Many anti-virus hunters who retired from the Fifth Age chose to return to the real world, but some others chose to return to the ruined game world.
Not for anything else, the army is half a lifetime, and only this kind of killing battlefield that seems right but actually isn't able to sleep more securely.
A little pig hummed and ran happily on the hillside overgrown with weeds, and staggered the little boy who was holding it. Compared to the energetic little pig, he is too thin and weak.
Farther away, a few farmers wield crude sickles, and began to prepare to harvest the sparse wheat ears that were not full and sparse. The suffering and fatigue hung on their faces, constantly accumulating and changing. Become old, and eventually turn into a pile of bones.
No one cares about them, and they have no time or the courage to care about the world around them, even if the majestic mage tower is close to them, they will never think of more than food and clothing. Something outside.
Noxus, that's how it fell.
In the evening, facing the golden-bright and dazzling sunset, Mu Shaoan stretched his waist and yawned a long time before slowly walking towards the town, the former Noxa Sicheng no longer exists, but there still exists a small town with hundreds of families on the original site, named Foxtail Town. At first, Mu Shaoan thought there was an allusion to this name. Later, I learned that Foxtail Town translated it. It's called Gouwei Caozhen.
This is the result of being abandoned by the gods.
There is a little lord in the town of Gouweicao, who is ignorant and greedy, but can't be called tyrannical evil, and the people of his territory are also ignorant, numb, and can't be called Cunning and kind, so the two complement each other.
If there is no miracle, this small town will continue to do this until the end of time.
There are blacksmiths, taverns, prostitutes, beggar, tailors, and gangsters in the small town. They seem to be self-sufficient. Everyone is satisfied with such a life from the lord to the beggar. Even the wild dogs on the street are like this.
Acidentally, you will find that there is no difference between a day and a month, a month and a year, and a year and a lifetime.
This is really a magical place.
Mu Shaoan is used to come to this tavern every day to sit for a while. The owner of the tavern is the nephew of the lord, but the man, clerk and bartender of the tavern is a very interesting person.
In fact, if it is interesting to describe a person here, it can only represent one thing. This is not a person in this world.
The tavern is noisy, there is a smell of pigsty, assaults the senses, this is true, because there is a pigsty behind the tavern, and you can even hear the pigs humming.
Several drunks are there arranging drunken things that they don’t necessarily understand. These are basically the few middle-class people in the town. Where can those suffering haha have the ability to take a sip of the worst? How about a dark beer that looks like horse urine?
"I thought you wouldn't come again, are you still addicted to this messy place?" An old man with gray eyebrows and beard and hair crouched and sat half-dead at the door At first glance, he is almost indistinguishable from the locals, numb, indifferent, messing around, having nothing to live for, and no fear of death.
Mu Shaoan sat down next to the old man, patted him on the shoulder, and said nothing. This is an acquaintance, and he is also the first subordinate to be conquered. In a standard cesspool The maggot-Duncan.
This fellow was indeed prosperous and majestic with him for a while, and in Ximu Town, it was once a response.
To be honest, Mu Shaoan did not expect that Duncan would come here to continue the journey of a maggot after his retirement.
In fact, he had thought about working hard for a while, but in the end he stopped at D-Rank Peak, and even a solo dog was not qualified to do it.
"Lin Xiaolan has also retired and returned to reality, do you remember her?" Duncan said slowly, his eyes muddy like paste.
"Remember." Mu Shaoan nodded, she is a talented girl who is friends with Zhang Lan and has been growing up in the Jade Sect Guan hunting group, but things are impermanent. Zhang Lan is already S- Rank, but Lin Xiaolan estimates that he will not be able to break through A-Rank until retirement.
The two have nothing to say, and there are no more guests in the tavern. This was originally a symbolic tavern.
The night is getting dark, and a few dogs howl wantonly on the street, very excited, a few bats are flying around, and there is no vampire temperament to be seen.
"I will leave tomorrow, take care of yourself."
Mu Shaoan stood up, this is not his end, and the decay of time can't stop him, everything It is a good habit and mentality to start again.
He has been hiding for so long, the war of the three big brothers should be over. He doesn't know what the future world will be like. He only knows that there must be a place for him.