"The heroic spirit has awakened."
"Ancient wizard Xerath, awakened three times."
"Hate wind swordsman Yasuo, awakened three times."
"Level—100%"
"Hero deity, resurrected."
The soft and kind female voice reverberated in the huge chaotic space, and along with the lantern mask pulled back by the warden of the Soul Lock Code, the figures of Xerath and Yasuo returned from the void as expected.
The Valoran Continent heroes who had been waiting in the chaos space were slightly solemn, temporarily stopped chatting or playing around, and bowed to the last two returning partners.
There is no other reason, but the final decisive battle on the Stormwind Plains. The former relied on its powerful and unmatched arcane pulse to defeat most of the enemy forces of the Dark Legion with its own strength, and finally harvested countless invaders. After his life, he fell in the siege of thousands of Dark Continent fighters.
The latter relied on one person and one sword, in conjunction with a big move of the lava behemoth, Murphyt's "unstoppable", connected with the last "Fast Wind Slash", and smashed into the deepest part of the Dark Continental Army regiment, with a magnificent sharp sword light. High-ranking officers who killed a large number of invaders.
Even among the hundreds of heroes in the League of Legends, the contributions of these two people are second to none, extremely dazzling and eye-catching.
"Eh Xerath, why are you two coming back so slowly?"
Xin Zhao on the side interjected a question curiously.
Yasuo, who is the hero of the wind swordsman, helped answer: "He just became addicted to the destruction beam. If I hadn't reminded me in time, he might have to fight another 300 rounds—"
Planck laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, can you be addicted to things like that? You fucking amuse me, Xerath, you really have a hand... Ah ah, girl Riven. Come again? Help me—"
For a time, the chaotic space became chaotic and lively again.
In this lively and joyous atmosphere, listening to the frolic of his companions coming from his ears, Britz, who was chatting with Galen on a trip, suddenly felt a little dazed.
In a pair of round electronic eyes, the gaze swept around subconsciously, looking at a former partner who was talking with a sincere smile on his face, or was chasing after a child with anger, his mood seemed to be suddenly filled with something.
His gaze swept across the faces of his companions who had just been resurrected and awakened. At this moment, Britz's mind couldn't help but revel in the pictures from his memories.
Not only Yasuo and Xerath, but every other partner, behind the bright and sincere smile on their faces at this moment, there are memories of the past that are so tragic and strong enough to make you cry:
For example, Xin Zhao, who was in high spirits with the blind monk Li Qing, boasted of his previous mighty deeds of sweeping the beam of destruction with a single shot—
In the original decisive battle in the storm plains, the German general manager stood proudly in the center of the corpses of the invaders from the Dark Continent with one shot and one shot, bloody. Facing the densely packed enemies who pounced on again, he made a loud noise without fear. Roared out the last oath with a smile:
"The ambition to be in battle, there is death but no life!"
Another example is Riven, who is chasing and killing Planck with a sword.
In the Dark Continental Army regiment on the Plains of Stormwind, the former waitress in the canyon tenderness tavern returned to the heroic uniform of the blade of exile. The broad blades of the golden glow flowed between the waves of turquoise surging sword lights. , Harvested the lives of countless invaders, and in the end, even though his body was scarred, his eyes still flashed with a resolute swearing to death:
"My fighting spirit has not been lost yet!!"
Another example…
Britz raised his head and watched quietly at Galen, who had a bright smile in front of him, who was eloquently talking with exaggerated gestures and gestures:
The companion in front of—
That was the last way to escape. It was this man named Demacia's power who was determined to be alone. The dark blue battle robe cloak that hunts and hunts, and the cracked and damaged armor everywhere, set off the burly and quiet figure standing with a sword, extremely tall and like a towering mountain, and the man who is in charge, the decisive belief and the likeness of a thousand people. Thousands of people can't pass by with pride and domineering!
"Our actions are just, our achievements will be recorded in the annals of history, and our courage... must not be shaken!"
"No matter how many people there are, you can't shrink back!"
"In the tower in!!!-"
Recovering from the memory of retrospect, Britz carefully looked up and down again at the familiar and friendly face of the companion in front of him.
The image that was originally placed in the bottom of my heart gradually overlaps with the face of the companion in front of him who talks endlessly, becoming clearer and more real.
He shook his head and put aside the unpleasant sad memories.
At this moment, there is only a sigh in Britz's heart.
And that faint warmth.
The eleven companions awakened by the resurrection, all...returned.
Stepping forward, opening his arms, the steam robot, who has never been good at expressing emotions, awkwardly gave his unprepared companion in front of him a hug.
Hug tightly:
"Gallen... welcome... come back."
Listening to the complexity and joy of the companion's awkwardness and no half-disguise, the power of Demacia, who was a little bit astonished, suddenly calmed down.
Opened his arms and hugged the burly metal body of the companion in front of him, the exaggerated laughter disappeared without a trace, replaced by a low voice:
"Abu, thank you for your hard work—"
Immediately, letting go of his arms, Galen took two steps back and silently stared at Britz in front of him.
Then he slid the big sword on the ground with one hand, and with the other hand on his chest, hammered heavily on the breastplate, and screamed in a low voice:
"The power of Demacia, Galen, return to the team!—"
The deep voice echoed in the huge chaotic space.
Britz was stunned.
this is…
At the same time, all the other Valoran mainland heroes were quiet.
Every one of them is very familiar with this statement.
That was the slogan that the large troops would shout when they were still fighting against the invaders of the Dark Continent on Valoran Continent, after the decisive battle was defeated and retreated.
It's just that at that time, every time we gathered and counted, the number of heroes shouting "return to the team" was decreasing.
But now...
The slogan is still there.
But the situation seems to have undergone a completely different change.
After Galen, Jarvin, wearing a golden armor and helmet, came up with a steel spear, thrust the iron spear into the ground, and shouted in a deep voice:
"Prince Demacia, Jarvan IV, return to the team!"
Then Xin Zhao, who strode to keep up with his spear:
"Debon Manager, Xin Zhao, return to the team!"
Flicking up her somewhat messy white short hair, the voice of the girl carrying a wide blade is sonorous and sweet:
"Blade of Exile, Riven, return to the team!"
The swordsman in ronin costume looked solemn, and put his hand on the unsheathed sword around his waist: "Swordsman Hayao, Yasuo, come back!"
"Huh, what a boring behavior..." The cold woman with long black hair curled her lips and whispered in a low voice, but the flowing light in her eyes betrayed her unreasonable true feelings at the moment:
"Blade Will, Irelia, return to the team!"
Le Fulan had a charming smile on her face, and her lips were slightly open and full of voices: "Devil of Trick, Le Fulan, return to the team."
Then Thresh's deep smile: "Guardian of Soul Lock Code, Thresh, return to the team!"
"Holy Gun Ranger, Lucian, return to the team!"
"Void Predator, Khazk, return to the team."
"Ancient Wizard, Xerath, return to the team!"
…
One after another, declarations of returning to the team echoed in the chaotic space.
Obviously, it is just a plain and unadorned slogan, but it makes people have an urge to cry, and it gives people a kind of passionate pride.
This is a solemn declaration.
It's also a long-term reunion that warms people's hearts.
Little Annie saw her eyes full of tears, Nidalee smiled and comforted while gently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Drizzt reached down and lowered the brim of his hat, the shadow obscured his face so that he could not see the expression.
Planck's eyes were a little red, and he eagerly reached out and wiped the corners of his eyes: "Fuck, there is no sand here too—"
Britz stood motionless on the spot, listening to the declarations of his friends echoing in his ears, his metal body became stiff a little bit, but his heart became softer.
The robot will not cry.
But at this moment, it also had a slightly sour sensation in the nose.
When the last slogan for returning to the team fell, Galen, who was standing at the front, grinned at Britz:
"Eleven people have been resurrected, now they are all here."
"Abu, what we should do next, we will all listen to you!—"