Poppy is a yordle.

She always carries a holy hammer. This hammer is a relic of her former close friend, General Oren, the founder of Demacia.

She has been looking for the so-called "Hero of Demacia". According to legend, only this warrior is qualified to take over and use the weapons in her hands.

But Poppy's search has always been in vain. She has tried many times to deliver the Holy Hammer to someone who might become a peerless hero, but every time it ended in tragedy - usually the warrior who accepted the Holy Hammer died tragically.

So hundreds of years passed, and this holy hammer still remained in her hand.

She still hasn't found the legendary hero.

until today..

On the border of Demacia, outside a small mountain village in Owendale.

"Roar~" the roar of the flying dragon echoed throughout the valley.

Then a ferocious shadow quickly passed over Bobby's head.

"Wyvern?" Poppy's heart sank.

She hurriedly jumped onto the tall tree next to her and looked at the direction of the flying dragon.

Sure enough, it headed for the fields in the valley. And among the fields, there were many farmers working hard.

"Oops..." She knew what this meant.

Wyverns like to eat people, and Owendale is a high-incidence area for such incidents.

In the many years she has traveled around Demacia, she has seen similar tragedies countless times.

Sometimes she can stop it. But sometimes, she also lets those vicious flying dragons succeed.

This time, she might helplessly watch those poor farmers die at the mouth of the wyvern.

It's not that Poppy can't defeat the flying dragon. It's just that she is still too far away from the field, and Yodel's short legs can't outrun the wings of the flying dragon.

"It would be great if that hero were here." Bobby couldn't help mumbling, but his feet were not idle either.

Although she knew that she might not be able to stop the attack in time, she still tightened her short legs and ran after the flying dragon with all her strength.

Her speed is very fast, which is completely inconsistent with her petite yordle figure.

But even so, the hateful bipedal flying dragon was still flying far ahead, and was throwing her further and further away.

Soon, the two-legged flying dragon flew over the field. It opened its ferocious mouth and roared as it flew down.

"Flying dragon?!" The farmers working in the fields finally realized the danger.

But it's too late.

The flying dragon had already swooped down at a frightening speed.

But Poppy hadn't arrived yet. She could only watch helplessly as the flying dragon opened its bloody mouth and pounced on the poor farmers who had no time to escape.

"It would be great if that hero were here." Bobby clenched his fists unconsciously and sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, she still had to find the unparalleled hero. Only the legendary hero could save everyone. She couldn't.

And just then...

"Beast! Don't even think about hurting anyone!" A loud shout came from the valley.

A man clenched the sickle in his hand tightly, blocking the backs of the farmers who were fleeing in embarrassment, and also blocking the two-legged flying dragon that was rushing towards them.

Compared with that flying dragon, his stature is so small.

But he still stood resolutely in front of the bipedal flying dragon. It was as if what he held in his hand was not a rotten sickle, but a dragon-slaying sword.

"Hero?" Bobby was slightly startled.

Anyone who dares to stand in front of the flying dragon must be a hero.

But he was different from the warriors Poppy had seen before.

He had no gorgeous weapons, no ostentatious horse retinue, only patched linen rags, and a sickle for cutting grass. He looked just like a farmer.

It was even said that he was a farmer - just a moment ago, he was working with those farmers.

"Is he a hero?" Bobby was a little doubtful.

She has seen many fearless warriors. Demacia has never lacked heroes who dare to sacrifice.

But none of them would work in the fields with the farmers.

Even if some heroes are farmers themselves, when they become legendary warriors, they will never go back to being ordinary farmers again.

So... "He's not a hero, he's just a farmer?" Bobby was a little confused.

And right in the midst of the lightning and flint, the bipedal flying dragon rushed to the ground like a falcon.

The man was shaken by the strong wind stirred up by the dragon wings, but he still controlled the strong wind and flew into the air. He waved the sickle in his hand with all his strength and rushed towards the flying dragon.

"Mage?" Bobby was slightly startled again.

Sure enough, this man is no ordinary farmer. In other words, he is indeed a hero?

Just as she was thinking this, what happened next was beyond her expectation.

Unlike the hero she imagined, although this man was not ordinary, he was not strong at all.

He swung the scythe with all his strength, but he just made a small incision in the wyvern's tough skin.

The wyvern was completely angered by this knife, and immediately gave up chasing other prey, and began to bite this brave and "stupid" human crazily.

"Comrade Oren!" The farmers stopped and shouted his name.

Oren... Poppy's heart moved. This was exactly the name of her former best friend.

But this is not surprising. Her best friend Oren was a great German hero hundreds of years ago and a character in legends.

Many people in later generations will name their children Oren, just to commemorate this hero.

So in the past few hundred years, Poppy has seen quite a few "Olen" with the same name.

But this one...

"He is the most similar." Bobby said.

But...Comrade Oren, what does comrade mean?

She was a little confused by what everyone called him. But she didn't have time to think too much about it now.

I saw Comrade Oren holding the wyvern's neck tightly and struggling with it: "Let's go! Everyone, go quickly! Go back to the cellar of the village and stay there!"

One of his hands had been bitten to pieces by a wyvern. The gurgling blood dyed half of his body red.

But even so, he still didn't let go.

"He really looks like Oren." Although there is a huge difference in strength, he is really similar.

Bobby thought.

"Go away! The drafter is still standing here. Do you want me to die in vain?"

Um, he doesn't seem very polite. Demacia doesn't have such ugly curse words, and I don't know where he learned them.

But... he still looks a lot like Oren.

"He is a hero." Bobby made a judgment in his heart.

By this time, the hero's efforts had paid off.

The farmers had successfully fled back to the nearby village and quickly hid in the cellar.

Oren saved them. But he himself...

The severed arm had been completely torn in the struggle, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

The flying dragon finally defeated this weak but tenacious warrior. It threw his broken body to the ground, then opened its bloody mouth and prepared to feast.

But its mouth has just opened halfway...

"Stop!" A holy light flashed.

Feilong turned his head in surprise, and then saw a huge hammer face to face.

No...it's not that the hammer is big. It's that it's too close.

"Bang!" Just when Feilong was wondering why the hammer was so big, its head had already come into close contact with the radiant holy hammer.

It's Poppy. Because of the precious time Oren bought, she has already arrived on the battlefield.

Then, the wyvern took off. Flying faster and higher than ever before.

It is no exaggeration to say that it turned into a shooting star in the sky and completely disappeared from this world.

"Are you okay?" Poppy then put away the holy hammer that was taller than her and looked back at Mr. Oren.

"I..." Of course there was something wrong with Oren.

He now has a broken arm and a broken leg. He has lost too much blood and is dying with only one breath left.

But he still tried hard to take out a bottle of alchemy potion engraved with the blue bird emblem from his pocket, and drank it with difficulty.
To be continued...