The fourth heroic awakening of the Heart of Valoran, the active hero is the evil little mage Vega.
In Britz’s memory, Vega’s image is a short, Yordle man, wearing a rumpled domed mage hat all day long, and a funny blue mage robe with a handle in his hand. The stick, walks and jumps. The catch phrase is a burst of smirk, as if always holding back a bad energy and preparing to play a prank on someone.
And what impressed Britz the most was the terrifying damage power of Vega's skills and spells.
With its round, iron-skinned head, I didn't even want to understand how such a small, seemingly harmless man could cast a terrifying spell that was completely opposite to his size when he wielded his staff.
Not only it, but in the League of Legends, many heroes were deceived by the humble appearance of this little mage, and suffered a great loss because of contempt.
Once, Jarvan took out the rare equipment [Sunfire Cloak], [Fantastic Armor] and [Randon’s Omen] from the treasure house of the Demacia city-state and wore them on his body, walking triumphantly in the middle of the city-state’s road. .
"Javin, is this outfit well-dressed?" Galen drooled with envy as he watched the dazzling light and shining of Jarvin, who was dressed as the three gods of war.
"Hahana, it's not a problem for me to single out Nash nowadays, hahaha..." Jarvin, who was in the gods, heard Galen's envious words, and his show-off mentality was fully satisfied, and he opened his mouth and started blowing triumphantly. Bragging.
"Let me try it on later -" Xin Zhao on the side also looked envious.
"No, no," Jiawen shook his head like a rattle, and sternly refused: "These three pieces of equipment are precious. Each of them is a treasure of Demacia. They are not just for anyone to show off. of-"
Are you doing that right now...
Xin Zhao and Galen both heard black lines, and couldn't help but slander.
At this moment, Vega, carrying a small staff, was passing in front of him, noticing the movement here, and turning his head to look over.
"Hey, Vega, come, come and take a look, what do you think of my body shape?" Seeing Vega, Jarvan once again regained his habit, posing a pose that he thought to be domineering and cool and proud in front of Vega. Flaunting.
Vega raised his head strenuously, looked up and down a golden Jarvan, and gave an evaluation: "Hey, it's not bad."
"Not bad?" Looking forward to hearing the higher praises, Jarvan got only one Vega "Not bad", and he was a little unhappy: "This is only good? Your kid doesn't know the goods, right—my set. With the equipment on, no one can touch you believe it or not!?"
Vega tilted his head funny: "Hey, don't believe it."
"If you don't believe me, try it yourself!" Gavin was furious, and the Landon's Omen was repeatedly released on the ground, arousing a dust of flying dust. The fanatic armor and sun-flaming cloak on his body also exuded a majestic aura under the urge of power. : "Come on, let's compete!"
But Vega, who was shrouded in Jarvan’s astonishing aura, didn’t even notice: “Hey, it’s unfair for you to dress like this and fight me?”
"Then what do you want to do!" Jarvan was determined to have a fight with Vega, letting the other party have a good look at the place where his three great gods pretend.
The pair of eyeballs under Vega's wrinkled mage's hat rolled around: "Hey, this way, you let me do three tricks first."
"Okay! Let's let you three moves!" The God-mounted Jarvan was full of self-confidence, and fully agreed to the condition that made him regretful.
"Hey, then I'll make a move—" Vega raised up his small staff with a smile.
"No question—" Before the energetic Jarvan said the last word, a cloud of dark matter above his head crashed down, and at the same time a small dark orb was followed by a huge dark energy exuding terrifying energy. The ball slammed into his chest with a long black and blue tail flame.
Skills. Dark matter.
Skills. Dark sacrifice.
Skills. Energy burst.
The three tricks allowed, Vega waved the small and medium staff in his hand and used them all within half a second.
Boom—Boom—Boom—
After the three moves, Galen and Xin Zhao on the side were stunned to see that the ground on which Jarvan had stood was shrouded in smoke and dust. The latter's impressively tall figure is now lying motionless and half-dead on the ground. …
And the little mage who had completed all this clapped his hands lightly, and left with another okay one.
…
Half a month later, he recovered from his injury and was discharged from the Akali Clinic.
After hearing that the little mage had been cultivating in Summoner Canyon recently, he put on three divine outfits and killed him towards Summoner Canyon without saying a word.
An hour later, in the tavern, Britz saw Jarvin come back in his three-piece costume with a stinking face.
Zhao Xinxing on the side told it in a gleeful tone that it turned out that this time, after finding Vega in the middle of Summoner's Canyon, Jarvan announced that he would compete again, this time only one move.
And Vega really only made one move.
A small inconspicuous dark sacrificial energy ball directly smashed Jarvan in the Three Gods costume back to the spring water...
"The second one, Jarvan, didn't know that Vijay had spent half a month in Summoner's Canyon, using the skill'Dark Sacrifice' to make up tens of thousands of minions..."
…
"Abu, Abu!" The voice of the white blade entering the empty hand rang in his ears, recalling Britz to reality from his memory.
Touching his round iron head, Britz subconsciously looked around for a week.
At this moment, it is in a viewing room. In front of it is a huge holographic virtual viewing screen, which is broadcasting a battle; beside it are four squad partners, and there are still groups of people standing around. Team players.
"Abu don't be in a daze, it's our turn right away—" the melancholy beet smiled.
"Oh... okay." Britz scratched his head again and replied.
Today is the day of the "Youth Cup" League of Legends game held by their school. The venue is set to be held in the trial field of the Ionia region of the national service.
There are a total of 32 participating teams, and today there will be a total of 16 groups of matches. The five members of the Britz team were assigned to the fourth group.
After watching the live broadcast on the screen in front of the game is over, it will be their turn to play.
"Everyone needs to cheer!" As the captain, the captain went empty-handed to cheer up the four partners.
"Directly win 2 to 0!" Chunliang Little Iron Spear is also full of confidence.
"Be careful, I heard that our opponent has a gold and a platinum rank." The melancholy beet reminded.
"It's okay," Chunliang Little Iron Spear waved nonchalantly: "I haven't started qualifying yet, or I will have diamonds in the morning—"
"Platinum and gold ranks are not afraid, Abu and I will be in the next road!" Bing Lingxue patted her chest with fighting spirit.
At this time, White Blade entered empty-handed as if he had discovered something: "Eh, have you seen it? Isn't that Fang Liang's team over there—"
Several people followed their empty-handed gazes.
"Hey, it's true," the melancholy beet was surprised: "That guy is here too—"
"That's just right, the lesson last time wasn't enough, we're going to get him down this time!" Chunliang Little Iron Spear said, eager to try.
"Okay, you guys—" Bing Lingxue glanced at the three of them in an angry manner: "Now this is about to end, it's our turn to play."
Just as Bing Lingxue said, three minutes later, the purple icon of victory appeared on the screen of the spectator, and all the teams in the spectator room were also teleported back to the arena lobby.
"The next group-the'Wild Wolves' team VS the'We are the Champions' team, the players of both teams are coming to my side!" The organizer of the "Youth Cup" event yelled.