The sun shines through the treetops, leaving mottled spots on the ground, and a breeze blows by, bringing a faint fragrance of flowers, a quiet afternoon.

Under the thick shade of an old tree, a shirtless man with messy beard was sitting in a rocking chair and sleeping as if it was another world.

The tall and broken city walls and the lonely and towering mage tower can be vaguely seen in the distance. This is already a glorious thing thousands of years ago.

Although there are still countless humans reproduction here, no one knows the glory of the city-state of Nolthus, just as people have long forgotten what Demacia is.

The former heroes and descendants of heroes have turned into a pile of loess.

The Summoner's Canyon, once soaked in blood and the war, has become an ordinary trade route. Occasionally, in the weeds beside the road, curious children will pick up a few rusty arrows or rotting armor.

The big waves wash away the sand.

After fermenting in real time for three hundred years, the once-prosperous game world of "League of Legends" has long been replaced by another powerful game "Glory of Kings".

Perhaps there is a saying that can be described very well, only seeing the new people laugh, but not the old people cry.

Although this abandoned game world will not die out, the world will and source code programs will gradually shift, and there will be no pig's feet born, and no heroes will be born. The once powerful magic and martial arts are also lost one by one. People gradually become mortals, and even viruses are too lazy to come because it is so barren that there is no oil or water.

However, for some people, this is an excellent place to relax.

Mu Shaoan has been staying here for a month. He is lazy and comfortable every day. It is definitely a good place for retirement.

This is not a joke. Some of the anti-virus hunters who retired in the fifth era chose to return to the real world, but some chose this abandoned game world.

Nothing for anything else, only this specious killing battlefield can sleep more peacefully.

A little pig was running happily on the hillside with wild grass, staggering the little boy who was holding it behind him, and kept shouting, but he was helpless because he was too thin compared to the energetic piglet.

Further away, several farmers waved their backward sickles and began to prepare to harvest the not-full, sparse wheat ears, hardship and fatigue, hung on their faces, and kept accumulating, turning into old age, and eventually turning into a pile of bones.

No one cares about them, nor do they have the time or courage to care about the world around them. Even if the magnificent and majestic mage tower is right in front of them, they will never think of anything beyond the scope of food, clothing and warmth.

Noxus, just fell.

In the evening, facing the golden sunset, Mu Shaoan stretched and yawned long, and then slowly walked towards the town. The former Noxus City no longer exists, but there is a small town with hundreds of families on the original site, called Foxtail Town. At first, Mu Shaoan thought there was something allusion to this name, but later he learned that Foxtail Town translated it as Dogtail Grass Town.

This is the result of being abandoned by the gods.

There is a small lord in Dogtail Grass Town, who is ignorant and greedy, but he cannot be called tyrannical and evil. The people of his territory are also ignorant and numb, and they cannot be called cunning and kind, so the two complement each other.

If there were no miracles, this town would continue like this until the end of time.

There are blacksmiths, taverns, prostitutes, beggars, tailors, gangsters, and hooligans in the town. They seem to be self-sufficient. Everyone from lords to beggars are very satisfied with this kind of life, even the wild dogs on the street.

If you are not careful, you will find that there is no difference between one day and one month, one month and one year and one life.

This is a magical place.

Mu Shaoan is used to sitting in this tavern for a while every day. The owner of the tavern is the lord's nephew, but the tavern's friend, friend and bartender is a very interesting person.

In fact, if it is interesting to describe a person here, it can only represent one thing, that he is not a person in this world.

The tavern was chaotic and had a smell of a pigpen, which was blowing in. This was true, because behind the tavern was there, and you could even hear the pigs humming.

A few drunk men were posing drunken words that they might not understand. These were basically several middle-class people in the town. Where can those bitters beer with the worst quality, like horse pee?

"I thought you wouldn't come again. Are you still addicted to this messy place?" An old man with gray eyebrows, beard and hair was hunched over, sitting at the door half-dead. At first glance, he was almost no different from the locals. He was numb and didn't care. He was scattered, he had nothing to ask for in life, and he was afraid of death.

Mu Shaoan sat down next to the old man, patted his shoulder, and said nothing. This was an acquaintance, and he was the first subordinate he had to conquer that year, Duncan, a maggot in a standard cesspool.

This guy was indeed very popular with him for a while, and in Ximu Town, he was once considered a response.

To be honest, Mu Shaoan didn't expect that Duncan would come here to continue his journey as a maggot after retirement.

In fact, he thought about working hard for a while, but in the end he stopped at the peak of level D and was not qualified to do it.

"Lin Xiaolan has retired, and has returned to reality. Do you still remember her?" Duncan said slowly, his eyes as turbid as paste.

"Remember." Mu Shaoan nodded. He was a talented girl. He was friends with Zhang Lan. He had been growing up in the Yumen Pass Hunting Group, but things were unpredictable. Zhang Lan was already at S level, but Lin Xiaolan probably could not break through A level until she retired.

The two of them had nothing to say, and there were no guests in the tavern. This was originally a symbolic tavern.

It was dark, and a few dogs howled on the streets, looking very excited. A few bats flew around, and there was no vampire temperament at all.

"I'll leave tomorrow, take care of yourself."

Mu Shaoan stood up. This was not his end, and the decay of time could not stop him. It was a good habit and mentality to start all over again.
Chapter completed!