LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Another day passed.

At this time, there is only one day left before the war.

There is only one day left before the arrival of the hurricane.

At this time, the sky over Piltover was no longer as clear and clear as it had been for the past two days, and the sea was no longer as calm as usual.

The wind howls on the sea, in the harbors, and in the cities, roaring like a lion.

Then the waves rolled, the ships shook, and every glass window in the city banged and shook in the wind.

Dark clouds gradually covered the sky, and the heavy rain that flooded the city and the thunderstorm that illuminated the sky always reminded human beings of their insignificance in front of nature.

And Piltover is a port city, and the people here know the temperament of the sea and the sky.

So no matter how stupid a person is, he can wake up at this time——

"Hurricane, the hurricane is coming!"

Piltovers are no strangers to hurricanes.

For them who live by the sea, hurricanes are like neighbors who cannot be driven away. They always come more than a dozen times a year and leave the house until they are in a mess.

But the problem is, the hurricane this time came too coincidentally.

"Mr. Congressman, the law enforcement officials are in a panic now."

"Everyone wants to figure out whether this hurricane has anything to do with the goddess Janna that the enemy believes in. After all, you also know that Goddess Janna is the incarnation of wind in legends. Everyone is worried..."

At this moment, the Sun's Gate Canal Bridge, the front line where Picheng and Zaun confront each other.

The commander-in-chief of Piltover's law enforcement officers, Sergeant Marcos, was standing in the pouring rain, reporting solemnly to the congressman who rushed to the front line for inspection.

Mr. MP did not answer directly.

He had shiny Mediterranean bald hair and a big belly full of blessings. He waited for his entourage to respectfully open up a big umbrella before reluctantly getting out of his Hex luxury car.

"Marcos, aren't your imaginations too rich?"

Seeing the tense expressions of Marcos and the law enforcement officers, the congressman with the Mediterranean hairstyle finally gave them back a confident smile:

"Isn't it just a hurricane? There are more than a dozen hurricanes coming to Piltover every year. You have experienced at least hundreds of them in your life, right? When have you ever seen the goddess Janna in the wind?"

The MP smiled calmly, as if the battle had already been won.

"But..." Marcos and the law enforcement officials were still worried.

"There's nothing wrong with it!" Mr. Senator lowered his face slightly again: "If those wind bandits can really invite the goddess, why do they need to wait until today to deal with us?"

"They're nothing more than a bunch of Zaun's trench rats. What's so scary about the people of Zaun?"

"Don't forget, behind us is the great Noxus Empire!"

Marcos: "..."

Standing behind is Noxus?

He was about to talk about it.

Now there are three armed forces in Piltover, the Noxian army, the private soldiers of the chaebol family, and their Piltover law enforcement officers.

And although their Picheng law enforcement officers are the official armed forces of Picheng on the surface, in this city controlled by the chaebols, their strength is actually far inferior to the private armed forces of the chaebols' families.

But the law enforcement officer, who is the weakest among the three, was arranged to be stationed at the Sun Gate Bridge this time, at the forefront of the fight against the Leaders Association.

The family soldiers of the plutocrats, as well as the Noxians, all hid behind them.

Even Noxus' cannon fodder slave legion was set up a little behind them.

Isn't this riding a horse just to let them be cannon fodder?

"Mr. Congressman, I feel that with the ability of our law enforcement officials in Piltover, we are still unable to take on the heavy responsibility of guarding the Sun Gate Bridge." Marcos sincerely asked: "If possible, I hope that I can be transferred to the rear..."

"Haha." The Mediterranean councilor said haha: "Don't underestimate yourself, Marcos."

"When the people of Zaun made trouble ten years ago, didn't you easily defend the Sun Gate Bridge? Believe in yourself, you will be able to do it this time."

Marcos: "..."

Fuck Tam!

Can the Zaunites of ten years ago be the same as the Zaunites of today?

And it is precisely because of the blood of Zaunites on the hands of law enforcement officers in the defense of the Sun Gate ten years ago that everyone is afraid now.

"Okay, don't say any more!" Marcos' face was livid, but Mr. Congressman turned a blind eye.

He only told everyone with a determined face: "With the assistance of the Noxus Empire, victory will only belong to Piltover!"

"Everyone, don't be intimidated just because the position is at the front, trust me—"

"Hold on firmly, there is a way!"

As he said that, the Mr. Congressman waved his hands to the law enforcement officers imposingly, and without waiting for Marcos to continue speaking, he made a decent circle on the ground, and then turned around and got back to his luxury car.

The hex engine started silently, and in a few moments he was gone without a trace.

Only Marcos and a group of law enforcement officers with ugly faces were left.

"Sheriff Marcos?" The law enforcement officers all looked at him. They were all at a loss.

But Marcos was more at a loss.

He is just a leaf in the wind, what can he do?

"According to what the congressman said, we all go back to the battlefield!" Marcos reluctantly sent his subordinates away.

His subordinates all left, and he stood alone at the door of the tent of the temporary headquarters, picking up a cigarette distractedly.

But the lighter was taken out, and as soon as it was lit, it was blown out by the head-on wind.

Reignited the fire and it went out.

Light it again, and the flame disappears in an instant.

"Bastard!" Marcos threw the lighter on the ground angrily.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, only to see black clouds pressing down on the city, strong winds shaking the sea, and even the calm Sun Gate Canal in the past was now full of waves, and the huge waves almost submerged the bridge deck.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

"Fuck, I'm quitting!" Whoever likes to fight this battle will fight. It was never his war anyway.

Marcos immediately took off the uniform of the law enforcement officer, carefully and guiltily avoided the sight of his subordinates, and sneaked out of the front line of the canal.

He ran all the way home in the heavy rain.

Take your daughter and emergency cash, pack your things and head straight to the Hexflight Gate in Piltover.

"Father, where are we going?" His daughter, who was still in elementary school, asked him puzzled.

"Go to Noxus." Marcus explained: "We're going to live in Noxus for a while."

"Go now?" The daughter blinked her big eyes: "But Dad, don't you still want to fight the bad guys in Zaun?"

Marcos: "..."

He sighed and said to his daughter, "It's okay, the people of Zaun are not bad anymore."

"Why?" The daughter didn't understand. How can a bad guy suddenly become good?

"Because we are not from Piltover anymore."

Marcos said words that his daughter could not understand, and drove her all the way to the Hexfly Gate near the port.

He felt a little guilty along the way. After all, he was Chief Sheriff of Piltover, the city's top official.

Just running away like this, I am really sorry for the glory and wealth that the lords of Piltover gave him.

but...

When Marcos arrived near the Hexfly gate, he realized:

"It's too late!"

The gentlemen ran away long before him.

The road leading to the Hexfly Gate has been blocked by all kinds of luxury cars.

The sound of wind, rain, cursing, and harsh horns made this city known for its civilization seem to have turned into the most chaotic and noisy vegetable market.

The elegant and calm gentlemen and ladies on weekdays are now like the workers who snatch train tickets during the Spring Festival. When they get off the train, they carry big bags and small bags, and run desperately to the ticket hall of Hexair Gate.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The gentlemen forgot about etiquette and ferociously pushed and shoved the women who blocked the way.

The ladies also forgot to be elegant, gnashing their teeth and squeezed into the tide-like crowd.

"Get out of the way! I am the Chief Sheriff, let me go to the front!"

Seeing that the situation is not good, Marcos simply showed his identity to shock everyone.

But the title of sheriff, which usually earns face wherever he goes, is useless now.

Helpless, Marcos could only rely on the physical advantage of the law enforcement officer to forcibly pave a way for himself and his daughter.

When he rushed to the ticket office, he discovered that a ticket for a Hexgate ferry from Piltover to Noxus had already been sold at ten times the usual price.

Shipping costs for hexa-gates are inherently prohibitively expensive. Now it has increased tenfold, and it only needs cash.

If it is paid by check, the price will be dozens of times higher.

To buy a ticket to go to Noxus, it would cost almost a Piltover University professor's lifetime savings.

But even for such an expensive boat ticket, the lords of Piltover are frantically fighting for it.

"Buy! I'll buy!" Marcos didn't dare to hesitate.

He was afraid of delaying it a little longer, they wouldn't even take the check.

In this way, Marcos endured the pain and bought two tickets to run away, and took his daughter to fight his way out of the crowd, and arrived at the port of the Hexflying Gate, which was glowing with the light of blue magic energy.

At this time, an old acquaintance was also under the full protection of the family's private soldiers, and came here domineeringly jumping in line.

The two looked at each other...

"Mr. Congressman?" Seeing the familiar Mediterranean bald head, Marcos' face turned dark.

"Sheriff Marcos?" Mr. Congressman also looked embarrassed.

"Didn't you say that if you hold on firmly, there is a way?!" Marcos asked through gritted teeth.

MP: "..."

He was silent for a moment, and then said: "You didn't keep it either, did you?"

Marcos: "..."

This time he too was silent.

The two looked at each other, and in the end neither of them talked any more.

They all shut their mouths tacitly, and each took their families and luggage, turned their heads and prepared to board the ship and escape.

Finally, the ship arrived at the port.

The hex-gate glows bright blue, and as soon as the passengers board the ship they can cast their spells, sending them away from the horrific storm that engulfs the city.

But at this moment...

"Hmph, want to escape?!"

The light of the Hex-Flying Gate suddenly dimmed.

A group of heavily armed Noxian soldiers, including Riven and Marit, rushed in under the leadership of Amistan himself.

"you--"

"No one is allowed to leave!"