LOL: Kaisa's correct evolution manual

"But you are the only blacksmith in the entire Runeterra, my brother."

A dreamlike ripple gently spread out in the forging room, and then a slightly sharp voice, like a sharp blade cutting through the air, arrived before its owner.

Not until the voice slowly dissipated into the air did Anivia's figure, like a phoenix spreading its wings, slowly appear in the center of the forging room.

"Isyaen."

Ornn raised his eyes, but quickly lowered them again.

After Anivia and Hesdrok exchanged a few simple greetings, they immediately stepped forward and came to Ornn's forging table. The scorching air made Anivia frown slightly, but she did not show it, and just continued to speak:

"You are the only blacksmith in Runeterra, my brother."

Anivia repeated it again, but this time her tone was much stronger.

Seeing this, an indescribable helplessness slowly emerged on Ornn's face.

He had no intention of staying away from the fire in the forge room forever - he had just said that his most important task at the moment was to carefully forge the crucial pair of gloves.

Once the gloves are completed, he will return to the outside world. At that time, facing the invasion of the void, he will stand up and fight against it.

However, Anivia did not understand what Ornn meant. She did not notice the fleeting look of helplessness on Ornn's face, but just spoke faster and continued her words eagerly:

"The Freljord is now united, and we are fully prepared. Whether it is the gods or the mortals who have gradually come together, we are ready for war. But now, the only thing that is uncertain is Valhal's movements. Ornn, I can't find any trace of him."

Anivia paused for a moment, then continued, slowing down his speech:

"After fighting Zhang Xu once, I couldn't find him anymore. He completely lost all trace, as if... as if he had left Freljord. Even the bears who followed him disappeared."

Hearing this, Ornn glanced sideways and put down the work in his hands.

His feelings towards Valhalla were actually very complicated. It was not entirely true that the friendship between these newly born gods was deep, but...

Ornn has always believed that he was partly responsible for Volibear's misguided path.

But soon, Ornn lowered his head again and picked up the big hammer on the forge and started hammering again.

"Ding~ding~ding~"

The sound of iron clashing rang out again, but Ornn's voice still came out clearly:

"If even you, Isyan, can't find Valhalla, there's nothing I can do."

As he spoke, Ornn suddenly let out a long sigh: "Valhal... our brother, we should have faith in him."

......

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Zhang Xu was invited to Presidium - to be precise, he had wanted to come to Presidium, but it was Karma who invited them to go into the city together.

Presidium is one of the most sacred places in the First Lands. For centuries, many Ionians have traveled here to study in the famous academy or meditate in the lush and unrestrained magical gardens. But now, this once harmonious city has completely changed.

Under the influence of the Noxian invasion and the War of Standstill, many people became willing to use violence to settle scores, and various underground forces and violent organizations grew rapidly. Of course, all this was not the key. The real key was that the defense of Presidium had become stronger.

The decision made by the major forces at the time to organize the effective forces belonging to Ionia was no joke - all of this was being implemented slowly but firmly.

At least, Zhang Xu can already see the results.

"Tsk...it's really changed!"

Walking on the streets of Presidium, Zhang Xu looked at everything around him in amazement - the street scenes were complicated and the crowds were bustling, like a living painting of the city.

But this is just an appearance. Behind this prosperity, there are also some unknown corners. Zhang Xu can clearly see that the manpower in the entire city has increased a lot. He has seen no less than four patrol teams.

Moreover, if Zhang Xu guessed correctly, these four patrol teams should come from four different forces.

The temperament of this group of people is simply too obvious.

"Tsk, this team should be from the Order of the Balance, they are very meticulous in their work; um... that team is very secretive, they want to cover themselves up, they are definitely from the Order of the Shadow; uh... that team doesn't even need to be guessed, their shiny bald heads are obviously the monks of the Shogi."

"As for the other team, they look pretty normal. They should be from... the Navoli Brotherhood?"

"The Navoli Brotherhood? The Shoji Monks?"

Gwen walked beside Zhang Xu. Every time Zhang Xu said a word she didn't understand, she nodded thoughtfully and then wrote down all the names.

Don’t worry about whether you can get in touch with these guys in the future, just write it down first.

Ali was walking on the other side of Zhang Xu. There was no sign of anything unusual on her face at this moment, and she did not deliberately keep any distance from Zhang Xu, as if what had happened before had never happened.

As for Murphite, he was not interested in the communication between Zhang Xu and others, nor did he have much interest in everything around him. He just followed Zhang Xu closely.

Zhang Xu accidentally glanced back at Murphite, and suddenly a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Is this Malphite following behind me a follower or a bodyguard?

The follower doesn't look like him at all!

After all, the main task of a lackey is to please his boss, and Malphite... please? This word has nothing to do with Malphite, right?

As for the bodyguards...

Zhang Xu felt like he was more like a bodyguard for Murphite.

But if it's neither a follower nor a bodyguard, then what is it?

Zhang Xu looked back at Moffitt carefully, and gradually understood in his heart - Moffitt was big, simple-minded, not very smart, but his limbs were exceptionally developed...

From this perspective, Murphite should be the stupid son of the landlord?

Sin, sin, sin...

Zhang Xu shook his head repeatedly, and only then did he drive this unreasonable thought out of his mind.

Moffitt was his good friend, how could he be his stupid son?

Absolutely impossible!