manynovel Chapter 606
Chapter 606
Before being ruthlessly swept away by the cruel vortex of war, Ionia was like a quiet and brilliant Oriental pearl, always emitting a peaceful and tranquil light in the east of Runeland.
Many closely connected allied provinces, like stars, are scattered in an orderly manner on the vast archipelago affectionately called "the land of the first birth" by the world. Together, they constitute the eye-catching Ionia today.
The pursuit of the subtle and magical balance between all things seems to have been deeply imprinted in the soul of this land, becoming the cultural tone that has been adhered to here for a long time.
The boundary between the two seemingly different realms of material and spirituality is becoming increasingly blurred in Ionia.
This feeling is particularly strong in the mysterious forests and towering mountains in the wild.
The residents of Ionia live in this paradise and have always lived a rich and abundant life.
Because even an ordinary farmer can keenly sense the magic contained in this land and manipulate it in a very small but powerful way.
They can let the crops in the land absorb more nutrients and guide these precious nutrients to the breeding of fruits, so that each crop can thrive and bear abundant fruits.
Here, each allied province has a unique historical picture and carries its own profound customs and culture.
Some allied provinces focus on the strong and heroic warrior spirit and breed brave and fearless sects;
Some allied provinces gather wealthy families, showing the interweaving of luxury and power;
In other allied provinces, there are a group of ascetics who are pure-hearted and focused on self-improvement. They practice silently in the quiet mountains and forests, pursuing the purity and sublimation of the soul.
Of course, before the iron fist of the centralized state of Noxus, all Ionians felt that there was nothing wrong with this.
As for the villages scattered all over Ionia, the elders in the villages are undoubtedly highly respected.
Whether people help each other in the fields or laugh and laugh in festivals, they all show the good qualities of unity, friendship and harmonious coexistence of the Ionian people.
Respecting the old and loving the young has always been a tradition in Ionia.
In short, the famous Ionia has always been known as the "country of etiquette".
Its land is fertile and rich in products, and the people get along very friendly. Such a good reputation has long been deeply engraved in people's hearts before the outbreak of that cruel war.
"Virtue! Benevolence!"
These two words are the soul cornerstone of Ionia's traditional culture.
They always remind people here to respect others and regard etiquette as an indispensable part of life.
In this beautiful land, traditions and virtues spread to every corner.
However, even though Ionia has such an enviable environment, it is ultimately unable to take care of everything and take care of everyone properly.
Even Ionia, which is known as the "country of etiquette", has its unknown dark side.
Just like the mysterious Ionian soul, after ruthlessly suppressing Syndra, it unexpectedly glimpsed the rough and tragic first half of the life of this young girl.
When all the causes and consequences were intertwined and closely connected, this generation of Karma suddenly realized that Syndra herself was also an innocent victim in this tragedy.
There is no doubt that no matter where she is placed, no matter what rules she is bound by, what Syndra did is enough to be sentenced to death.
But fate seems to favor Ionia, allowing Syndra to meet the neutral, peaceful and compassionate Karma.
This generation of Karma, who carries the soul of Ionia, has a compassionate heart. After thinking about the wisdom of every generation of Karma in her mind, she resolutely chooses to give Syndra a chance to reform.
She carefully built the magical Dream Pool for Syndra, hoping that Syndra can wash away the sins and traumas in her heart under the protection of dreams.
At the bottom of the Dream Pool, Syndra will enter a dream that is exactly the same as reality. She will experience new choices. As long as Syndra chooses the right path, she will be forgiven by the earth!
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It is so real that the gradually darkening forest is like a painting stained by time, so beautiful that it is breathtaking.
The sunlight shines through the layers of leaves, forming patches of mottled light and shadows, like a painting of wisdom.
However, the girl has no intention of appreciating the ghost of nature at this moment.Axe God, she was full of irritability and anxiety, and kept stamping her feet.
The soil under her feet also trembled slightly, as if telling the waves in her heart.
The glowing fireflies were like a group of smart elves in the twilight. They danced their wings lightly, leaving beautiful arcs in the air, and they also dragged long night light afterimages behind them.
But the girl ignored these fleeting elegance. She slapped them away from her. The crisp sound echoed in the silent forest. Little Sindra was not in the mood at all.
Her eyes were tightly lowered to the ground, and she saw a colorful and beautiful stone, but she just kicked the stone away casually, watching it jump and roll among the tangled tree roots, and finally disappear into the darkness.
The petals of the purple night marten slowly opened, like shy girls, spitting out glimmering pollen into the warm twilight, and the faint fragrance filled the air, trying to intoxicate Sindra.
However, the girl who hurriedly passed by did not notice the tranquility and beauty at all. She twisted the flower stem casually, and the crisp breaking sound represented Sindra's mood.
Little Sindra's cheeks became hot because of shame and anger, as if a flame was burning her face.
Just now, her mother's reproach was like a sharp thorn, deeply piercing her heart, making her miserable;
And her brother not only did not comfort her, he even laughed at her with other children, and the laughter was like a sharp knife, constantly cutting little Sindra's self-esteem.
Pain, too painful.
She felt that something seemed to be following her, and she immediately turned her head, but found nothing.
"Alas..." Little Sindra sighed, then closed her mouth and shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the thoughts in her mind, and then continued to move forward, step by step, deep into the dense forest.
She finally came to the sacred spirit willow.
This ancient willow tree has experienced the vicissitudes of time and witnessed the growth and stories of countless people.
The lazy branches of the spirit willow seemed to be floating in the water, swaying gently with the breeze.
They rubbed and collided with each other, making crisp and pleasant sounds, as if a string of wind chimes echoed in the air.
This sound made Sindra feel peaceful and calm, as if it could soothe the waves in her heart.
Although the anger in her heart was still burning, she closed her eyes, clenched her fists tightly, and tried to control her emotions.
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm her inner restlessness according to the method taught by the elders.
Every breath was like a dialogue with her soul, allowing her to gradually regain her calm.
"Spiritual Willow, why does everyone bully me?" Sindra whispered softly.
She confided her inner voice to the ancient willow tree, hoping to get some comfort or enlightenment.
She didn't understand what she had done wrong, why was she always bullied by others?
Maybe it was because she was half a beat slower than others in reaction speed, or because she often fell into contemplation and fantasy.
However, these characteristics did not hurt anyone!
In fact, just like those disabled children are more likely to be bullied and bullied by other children, pity will not arouse the sympathy of other children, and bullying the weak and fearing the strong is human nature.
Misfortune picks on the poor, and the hemp rope is cut at the thinnest!
Little Sindra naturally didn't know what the answer was, but she had to tell the dissatisfaction and confusion in her heart to the Spiritual Willow, otherwise she would be bullied to death.
After all, as a little girl of only a young age, her status in the family is like the dust forgotten in the corner, which is extremely low.
Especially in such a family environment with deep-rooted and traditional concepts that favor boys over girls.
Facing the unfair treatment that surged like a tide, little Sindra was full of helplessness. The timidity bound her tightly like a shackle, making her lose the courage to even tell her parents about her grievances.
Just when little Sindra was venting her negative emotions.
It was the group of children who bullied her that suddenly jumped out from behind a big tree beside her like a ghost. Their cunning smiles became particularly hideous in Sindra's eyes.
"Lululu! You are a step slower and still confide in Lingliu!" Someone just laughed at him.
"I don't have a sister like you. You are too weak and unworthy of my chivalry!" Sindra's brother had no intention of protecting his sister at all.
To be more precise, he had a share in bullying Sindra!
"Silly Sindra, she said such words to a tree!"
"Shame, shame, shame!" The children's mocking words were the most sarcastic.
"You...you..." Sindra never expected, the guys followed her and secretly heard her innermost thoughts clearly.
Then they jumped out mercilessly, taking pleasure in her true words, and wantonly mocking her helplessness and weakness.
Their behavior cut her last line of defense like a sharp blade, making Sindra feel extremely sad.
Little Sindra bit her lower lip tightly, holding back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, and she desperately told herself not to pay attention to these boring guys.
Because according to her previous painful experience, as long as she paid attention to them, she would only be greeted by more violent and cruel verbal humiliation, which would make her fall into deeper pain.
But at this moment, the grievance and unwillingness in her heart flooded like a flood, and Sindra could no longer hold back, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
I don’t know who suddenly started to move, and little Sindra was hit by a hard object that flew from nowhere without any defense.
The object hit her back of the head accurately and impartially.
With a muffled "bang", little Sindra's body suddenly jumped forward, and then she knelt on her knees, and the whole person fell into a brief confusion and astonishment.
Little Sindra slowly stretched out a hand and carefully touched the place where she was hit. When she felt the warmth and sticky touch between her fingers, she was horrified to find that her fingers were covered with bright red blood.
The shocking bloodstains, like a strange flower blooming in her hand, showed the cruel reality at the moment.
At this moment, a burst of harsh laughter from those people came into her ears, and the laughter seemed to be a sharp thorn, piercing her heart fiercely.
In an instant, a strong rage surged from her heart like a tide, quickly spreading throughout her body.
She could no longer suppress the anger in her heart, and stood up suddenly, her eyes were like torches, and she locked tightly on her brother and other children in front of her.
Her eyes shot out dazzling dark light.
Sindra's breathing became heavy and rapid, and her hands involuntarily clenched into fists at her sides, and the fists clenched so tightly that they creaked.
All the efforts Sindra had made to calm herself down just now were completely covered by the flashing anger at this moment.
The anger in her body was like a ferocious beast, roaring and galloping wildly.
Hate was like a vicious disease, constantly invading every inch of Sindra's skin, constantly expanding and growing.
The air around her seemed to be affected by her emotions, and a layer of light appeared, as if paving the way for her impending anger.
The once vibrant spirit willow behind her began to fade and wither at this moment, as if it also felt the pain and anger in her heart.
The red sap slid down the tree like sad tears, and the willow leaves gradually curled up and turned black.
The wind chimes on the branches rang the death knell of the death, but the girl did not hear the spirit willow, she was lost in the boiling rage.
As the ancient primitive spirit tree disappeared directly, the girl left the ground and floated in the air.
Three dark spheres that swallowed the light began to surround the girl.
"Energy tilt!"
Endless dark energy washed away all the bastards, even Sindra's village
Sindra became more extreme.
Her choice was, destruction! Destruction! Or destruction!
The Soul of Ionia detected Sindra's choice, the code showed a restart, and Sindra returned to the beginning of the dream.
But every time, she only became more and more evil!
In reality, she could still explode until she was deceived very late, but in the dream, she exploded earlier and earlier.
Sometimes Sindra's timeline didn't reach the time when those guys smashed their heads there, and they shattered everything in Ionia.
That kind of dream, again and again, every time, Sindra firmly believed that she was not wrong, everything could only make her hate Ionia more and more.
Thousands of repetitive dreams made her start over again in a daze.
Until, suddenly one day, the endlessly repeated dreams changed, turning into a world without magic, but very different.
But Sindra's family still favored boys over girls, so much so that when she was a child, they wanted to sell Sindra to human traffickers more than once.