Valoran continent, Demacia city-state, chivalrous tenderness tavern.
"What is a real warrior?"
When Britz asked the above questions humbly, Galen, Xin Zhao, Man Wang, and Jiawen who were sitting at the table were all a little dazed.
"Um... the real warrior..." Xin Zhao touched his chin to consider carefully, and carefully put forward his own point of view: "It should be a hero who has survived many battles and survived the trials of iron and blood."
"Hey, I believe that it is too unrealistic to say that this is too far-fetched. These years, how can there be so many wars for you to fight—" Jarvan sneered at the opinions of his friends, and then stretched out his hand to pat his chest. :
"If you want me to tell, this real warrior has to look like a warrior-ah, it looks good and makes people feel awe at first sight. Boo, look at my gorgeous look, it's not Whatever you want... so that you can crush your opponent first in terms of imposing appearance on the battlefield—"
Speaking of this, he triumphantly showed off his dazzling golden armor and golden helmet to several people, the dignified prince de Marcia. Naturally, the image problem should not be too negligent.
"What's so great about wearing the secondary armor all the time, it's not like the team battles are the same as the second space..." Galen on the side looked at Jarvan again with contempt, then his face was whole, and he coughed and said solemnly to Britz:
"Bu, listen to your brother and I said, this real fighter must be able to play output, be able to handle damage, understand support for gank, and not pit teammates. All positions can be competent, let opponents give up and let teammates rest assured. These I’m the best at things. If you’re interested, I’ll definitely teach you — yes! Speaking of which, we haven’t finished talking about the cost of training last time. How are you thinking about it?..."
"Rely on Galen, you still don't give up—"
"Hey, it's okay, you guys, don't just babble!" The barbarian king Teddamer slapped his face on the table again, interrupting the argument that everyone was about to digress, and then his gaze returned to Britz. road:
"Brothers, don't listen to these guys fooling around. This real warrior has to be like my barbarian king. No matter how many enemy opponents he can face, he can kill him with seven in and seven out. That's it!"
"Come on it, you... Isn't it that you can last five seconds with a big move? After time has passed, you have to stop the food and run away—" Jarvan said, then pushed aside his chair and stood up with a clatter of noise:" Okay, let’s stop talking nonsense with you guys, I’m going on a date with Caitlin~"
As if awakened by Jarvan’s words, Galen also stood up with joy and said: "Then I will also go to see my relative, Katerina—"
"Hey, Galen, how many times have you been denied a confession? Grandma's perseverance, your kid, really means something like a real warrior..."
Man Wang, who was sitting calmly at the table, made fun of gloating after hearing this, but then he seemed to think of something, his face suddenly changed:
"Fuck it, oh, I promised to accompany my wife to go shopping today, I won't be able to make it to the time! No, my wife is going to be crazy, brothers, I will go one step first—"
At the same time as the voice fell, the Barbarian King directly lifted the table and rushed out of the tavern like a whirlwind.
There was a crackle, and the floor of the tavern was suddenly messed up. Galen and Jarvan looked at each other:
"Ah, Caitlin must have been waiting anxiously."
"Well, I also hurriedly send my new love letter to Katerina."
The next moment, the two also disappeared in the tavern in a flash.
"Hey, this... are all gone?" Xin Zhao looked around, holding up his spear with a gloomy expression: "They are all people who have girls, I'll go to practice my jungler—" he shook after he said it. Walked out the door.
"I'm going to you bastards-eating the king's meal again and breaking my table without paying for it!? Don't even want to run this time!—"
After hearing the sound of the tavern counter, Izeril, the shopkeeper, saw the messy scene on the ground in front of him, and his eyes were distraught, and he entered a state of rampage on the spot.
For a while, only Britz was left alone and stared blankly at the partners who disappeared in front of them in an instant, the system processing core in the round head had not yet turned:
"Why... just... all gone?"
"I still... don't know... what is... the real... warrior..."
And at this moment, a low, slightly vicissitudes of voice sounded in its ears:
"A real warrior, his strength is not based on his gorgeous appearance or his skills on the battlefield."
"It depends on whether you have a warrior's heart—"
Who is speaking
Britz subconsciously followed the prestige, but saw in the corner of the tavern, a man wearing a blindfold and a helmet was sitting and drinking alcohol leisurely. The words just came out of his mouth.
"master Yi?"
"Brother Abu, come and sit down if you are interested." Master Promise Sword Saint Yi raised the glass in his hand and gestured to Britz.
Britz sat down honestly and asked the other party humbly:
"Yi... Master... Excuse me... What is... Warrior... Heart?"
Master Yi, with half of his face exposed under the blindfold and helmet, heard a deep smile at the corner of his mouth, but he was not in a hurry to answer Britz’s question. Instead, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He said leisurely only after a pair of masters instructed him and said:
"The so-called warrior's heart means that you have a strong belief in your heart and the determination to carefully guard the things you cherish."
"Guardian of... things... determination..."
"Yes, it is the belief and determination to guard things."
Seeing that Britz seemed to understand but not understand, Master Yi simply gave another example:
"You see, for example, the explorer Ezreal. What he values most now is the'chivalrous tenderness' tavern that he runs. Whoever destroys or eats the king’s meal will harm his tavern’s interests. Who desperately—this is the determination and belief he has to guard the tavern. But of course, there is still a certain gap between guardian beliefs of this nature and guardianship that the true warrior's heart says, but it probably means that. Can you understand a little bit?"
"Probably... understand... some more..."
Britz was still a little ignorant and nodded, and then curiously asked another question:
"Yi... Master... What are the things you guarded... What is it?"
"Me?" Master Yi was stunned, then he glanced at the beloved sword that he carried close to his body, and replied: "What I want to protect is naturally my way of infinity. Inherit it and pass it on. This is me. Things that I have pursued and guarded all my life."
…
"In short, the heart of a soldier is actually the heart of guardianship."
After drinking the remaining wine in the glass, Master Yi stood up from the table, lowered his head and looked down at Britz sitting on the chair, his unpredictable tone became a little solemn:
"Brother Abu, if you want to be a real warrior, you should first try to find and think about the treasure you really want to protect."
"When you find something you really want to protect, and you are determined to pay all the price for it without any hesitation or complaint, then allow me to say congratulations to you. Because by then, you will already be there. Have the guardian heart of a warrior."
"At that time, you can be counted as a real warrior!"
After speaking the last sentence, the Promise Sword Saint Master Yi put down the wine glass and left without a hint of vulgarity.
Soon after, I heard a terrifying roar from far away from the tavern:
"Damn Master Yi, dare to sneak away without paying when I'm not here, you also stop me!!—"
…
I found... something that you really want... to protect...
On such a sunny afternoon, Britz, who had heard Master Yi's teachings in the tavern, was only half-knowingly ignorant. At this time, it had no clue about finding what he wanted to protect.
Until... The last tragic and epic battle between the invaders of Valoran Continent and the Dark Continent.
Until... the scene where the tragic and desolate is enough to make the Zhengzheng Tiehan cry—
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I have stayed up all night till now at 5 o'clock in the morning. . Super tired, the next chapter is even harder to write. . I am worried that my pen is not strong enough to write well... Oh forget it, go to bed first... This chapter is automatically released at 9 o'clock at a fixed time, and then I have a rough meal at noon, and I will notify the update time when I come back in the afternoon. . .
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