League of Legends: 700 Years Later

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Regarding passion: Why are online game novels so difficult to reach the later stage?It’s because of passion. For example, you play a certain game. The first one or two days feel very fun, but after half a month or one month, you lose your passion. The same is true for League of Legends. Now many people give up League of Legends. One is because it is not often played that leads to abuse or pitfall, and the other is that the original passion is lost.

The League of Legends novels were touted all the way to the later stage. Except for Zhengfeng, it was really gone. Another good book of Glory of the King was finished with more than two million words. But Zhengfeng, although it was written well in the middle and late stages , But there is no feeling of passion either. This is related to the category rather than the strength of the author. After all, it is just pure online game competition.

Passion is like happiness. It's just a state of mind, not lasting. That's why I added the fantasy element. Otherwise, it will be over after more than two million words. I believe this is what many true fans don't want to see.

Having said so much, I want to tell you that some friends feel that the previous passion is lost in the later period of the book. It is not that I can't write it, but that the novel of the online game type can only be so. This type is only a niche, not a fantasy. Xianxia City has always created new worldviews or emotions, so I am passionate to the end. I did not lose my original intention. Everyone will watch more than a dozen high-energy science fiction movies and play the same mobile game, and they will be passionate and tired. The same is true in game novels, especially It is a League of Legends novel. There are too few that can write more than 3 million words in a League of Legends novel. It is not easy for me to write it so far, so why not look at other elements besides passion?

I hope some friends who really love the League of Legends can relax and don’t look at this book with scrutiny eyes. I just want to create a world where all heroes exist, so that they will become flesh and blood. Even if the League of Legends declines in the future, they are still different. A dimensional world exists.

Above, I am grateful to Fanzi for allowing me to grow, and thanks to the readers who read the original copy, which moved me upward.(Don’t use up the word count. If you open it separately, you will be charged separately by the website. In many cases, I have two thousand three four hundred, four or five hundred words or more for each chapter.)

Hearing the news that the routine was stolen, Ye Che was not angry, but showed such a color as expected, and replied casually: "I see, what is the good news?"

The reaction is so calm?

Sheng Yan was stunned for a moment, but immediately said: "The good news is that because of this, the frequency of my being mentioned in the Bipolar Palace is at least hundreds of thousands of times higher than before."

"Yes, it is indeed a good thing." Ye Che smiled slightly.

Shengyan smiled bitterly: "But public opinion is almost completely one-sided, no one believes that we are the original creators of this routine, and all of my comments are negative."

"This just makes them feel deeply about you."

Ye Che said.

"Profound?" Sheng Yan was taken aback, not understanding what Ye Che meant.

"You'll understand later, see you in the wolf head palace!"

After Ye Che finished speaking, he directly cut off the conversation, then walked outside the house, and after a glance around, he rose into the air, facing the direction of the wolf head palace, and galloped away.

Along the road, from time to time, a summoner from the Bipolar Palace flew past him as a Changhong.

Some are alone, some are seven or eight, or even dozens of people together.

Everyone's speed is extremely fast, and their faces are full of excitement.

Ye Che didn't care. He planned the next thing silently in his heart. About seven or eight minutes later, he stopped in front of the gate of the wolf head palace, and then walked in.

As soon as I stepped in, I saw a middle-aged man with a sheepskin on his head sitting ten thousand meters away and a thousand meters high.

The man's eyes were deep and bright. As soon as Ye Che fell on them, there was a cold behind him. Obviously, these eyes alone could reduce the enemy's strength by half.

And below this man, there are hundreds of thousands of boys and girls densely clustered around them, all of them are summoners who will enter the palace next. Although there are many people, everyone is neatly arranged and extremely standardized.

"It seems that he is the Palace Master of Bipolar Palace, Sheng Yan's father." Ye Che said silently.

At this moment, the element on his shoulders shook, "Ye Che, here."

Ye Che followed the voice and saw hundreds of meters away, Sheng Yan was beckoning to him.

After a slight pause, Ye Che walked over.

Sheng Yan glanced around, and then led Ye Che to the front row. Along the way, the eyes of the teenagers in the Bipolar Palace fell on Sheng Yan's face from time to time, and they scanned Ye Che strangely, with a strange expression.

Sheng Yan didn't even look at them, and took Ye Che to stand still in the third row.

Ye Che looked forward, and the people standing in the first row were all elderly people who seemed to be getting older. Among them, the old lady Shengyuantai, the taker, was also standing there. She seemed to have noticed Ye Che's gaze. Nodding slightly, Ye Che also smiled faintly.

In the second row, there are some uncommonly dressed teenagers or young people, there are about seventeen, all of them standing there with transcendent and confident expressions on their faces.

Suddenly, Ye Che noticed that Shengyu was also standing in it.

"Aren't these all his seeds, right?" Ye Che glanced at the Bipolar Palace Master in the distance, and it was really viable.

As if he didn’t want Ye Che to guess indiscriminately, Sheng Yan said in a voice transmission: “Then, above, is the Master of the Bipolar Palace. The first row is the ceremonies of our Bipolar Palace. Because of you, nine Da Yi has all arrived, and the second defecation is..."

As she said, she bit her lip and continued: "It's my father's seventeenth heir. I don't want to stand with them."

Ye Che frowned and said, "If you were the Palace Master of the Bipolar Palace and saw one of your children, not standing in the second row, but in the third row, what would you think?"

Sheng Yan stayed for a while.

"You will feel that you are not enterprising, you will feel that you are ignorant of the generality, and that you are not gregarious. This kind of temperament, will you pass on him? So, what should you do?" Ye Che said.

Sheng Yan took a breath, "I understand!"

After speaking, stepping firmly, walked directly to the leftmost side of the second row and stood still!

"Humph."

Next to Sheng Yan was a beautifully dressed young girl. Seeing Sheng Yan standing next to her, the disgust in her eyes radiated unabashedly, and she gave a cold snort.

The other sixteen people also looked sideways at Sheng Yan, and they were obviously surprised by Sheng Yan's behavior.

"This cheap species, shouldn't you think that if you win Ye Che, your worth will rise?"

"Getting in? Just kidding, how can she get the talent of the heavens with a purple star core embryo."

"Hehehe, I'm so ridiculous. I have the blood of an indigenous summoner, and I don't have any special talents, but I dare to stand next to us. It's a face."

"Yu Shao, I heard that Sheng Yan misappropriated your routine, is it true?"

"Then I need to say that I have heard of that kind of routine in the past few days. How can this kind of idiot be able to study it."

After the seventeen young palace masters came to Shengyan, they all began to communicate with each other, and the fluctuations of the elements had been lingering among them.