The alchemical medicine quickly took effect, allowing Oren to have the strength to sit up and tightly cover the wound where the regeneration medicine had barely stopped the bleeding with his clothes.

He survived. But he also paid a heavy price.

That arm has left him forever. He can no longer be a hero.

"I'm sorry...I'm late." Bobby lowered his eyelids, his tone a little disappointed.

"No, it's okay..." Oren gritted his teeth and sat down against the edge of the field, sweating profusely.

He acted very strong. But when he woke up from the severe pain and looked down to see his broken arm on the ground and the twisted and bent calf that might leave him permanently disabled, his face darkened for a moment.

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The painful tears finally flowed down like a bursting dam.

The flying dragon did not kill him, but it brought him a lifetime of pain. After realizing this, his whole body collapsed.

"You are a hero, Oren." Perhaps out of sympathy or inspired, Bobby couldn't help but say.

"Well..." Oren nodded slowly.

Only then did he finally take a serious look at his savior.

He noticed Poppy's pointed ears and short stature.

"You..." Oren's eyes lit up. The broken body seemed to suddenly come to life: "Are you a Yodel?"

"Yes." Bobby looked over puzzled.

Although yordles are very strange, but... they are not so excited, right?

It was as if he had seen some dream character.

"Do you know the Wind Leader?" Oren asked excitedly.

"I...I think I heard it somewhere." Bobby thought for a while and said.

The reputation of the Wind Leader has now spread to every corner of Runeterra.

But Poppy doesn't care about current affairs and politics. She travels around simply to find the hero.

"I am the leader." Oren couldn't wait to introduce: "I am the leader's publicist stationed in the Owendale Mountains."

The Leaders are currently unable to transform Demacia. Their plan is to first cultivate enough Demacian Leaders who are familiar with the local situation, cultivate a group of reliable grassroots cadres, and then formally overthrow the old order.

Of course, these leaders of Demacia must come from the masses of Demacia.

Reliable grassroots cadres must of course be cultivated through practice and struggle.

Therefore, although the leader has not officially arrived in Demacia, the propagandists of the leader have begun to fully penetrate into the towns and villages of Demacia.

Their mission is to let all oppressed Germans understand the leader, so that they dare to rise up against oppression and dare to shout the word "Jana" to the lords.

Oren is one of them.

"So?" Poppy frowned in confusion: "You are the leader...and then what?"

"Hmm..." Oren suddenly realized that this Yodel didn't know much about the leader.

So he simply said straight to the point: "I have a few questions to ask you, Miss Yodel."

"Me?" Bobby tilted his head: "Have we known each other before? Why do you think I can answer your question?"

"Haha..." Oren smiled with difficulty: "Because you are a Yodel, you have always lived in my ideal society."

"You mean... Bandle City?" Poppy asked: "That's the spiritual realm. How can you humans want to live there?"

"No, what we are going to is not Bandle City. We are... hoping to build human society into what we can."

"Hey? How is this possible?" Bobby was a little surprised.

"It's possible." But Oren said firmly: "Maybe my generation won't be able to see it. But our next generation, the next generation... will definitely do it. Even if it takes 1,000 years."

"You guys are so weird." Bobby scratched his head: "Okay...then what do you want to ask me?"

Oren composed his words thoughtfully.

Then he asked: "Are you Yodels living happily?"

"Huh?" Bobby didn't know how to answer.

Just listen to Oren's explanation: "I have been thinking about Datong society...that is, the specific situation of a social form similar to Bandle City."

"Jana told me that when a harmonious society is realized, people will be able to live for self-realization and no longer have to work for money and wealth."

"I believe this...but I'm worried, are there really so many people in this world who have their own ideals and pursuits?"

what you up to?

Not many people can really answer this question.

If you go to an elementary school in Zuan and ask this question, probably 99% of the children will answer that they want to be scientists when they grow up.

But 99% of these children do not really want to be scientists. They are just repeating what everyone else says and the "decent job" that this society has instilled in them.

In the final analysis, what they pursue is wealth, fame and material things.

Everyone works hard to get rich and have a better life.

Very few people have ideal pursuits that are higher than material desires.

Then if the Datong society is realized and people don't need to work and struggle for material things...then can these ordinary people who don't even have their own ideal pursuits really find their own goals in life?

Will people become shit-making machines that can only eat, drink and have fun, and completely lose their way forward?

Oren can't answer this question, but Poppy can. She is a Yodle, and she lives in that Datong society.

"This..." Poppy didn't expect the other party's problem to be so complicated.

She scratched her head and hesitated to answer: "I guess not?"

"For us yordles, the most important thing is to find our goals."

"Target?"

"Yes." Poppy nodded solemnly: "Yordles without goals are the most pitiable."

Is it true that I can play for a lifetime without having to work?

No. Most people will become unbearably idle after playing for a few months. No matter what kind of entertainment they choose, they will always feel empty after a long time.

Because on top of material needs, people also need respect.

And mediocre people who only know how to play will not get the respect and admiration of others.

So even if they play, everyone will instinctively hope that they can become famous by playing. For example, they can become a good gamer or a competitive player.

For example, when reading novels... is it enough to just see the protagonist getting rich? No, what everyone really likes to see is the protagonist pretending to be bad and getting slapped in the face.

Money is just a prop for the protagonist to show off.

In the Datong society, people can no longer satisfy their needs for pretense through external material wealth, so they can only improve themselves through learning and working, and win everyone's admiration and respect through personal achievements.

On top of respect, when people's thoughts enter a higher realm, they will need self-realization.

Human life needs meaning. However, cheap sensory stimulation brought by entertainment activities cannot give a person "meaning".

"So we have to find the target."

"Every yordle has a purpose."

"Some people like to study magic, some people like to study science, some people like to develop bombs, some people like to fly airplanes..."

Nasus once believed that most yordles were "cute little trash" and questioned the feasibility of Datong society; while Taliyah interpreted this as a special manifestation of creatures in the spiritual realm in an environment of unlimited resources.

But in fact, if you evaluate the yordles in more detail and objectively:

Even a "street kid" like Teemo, who only looks silly and has fun, is actually a "swift scout" with great achievements.

Not only can he play the blowgun to perfection, but he also has in-depth research on mushroom cultivation technology - these are the results of his hard study and training.

Even a world-weary freak like Wigus is an expert at studying magic. Her magic power is unfathomable, and her research results are enough to put to shame those human mages who fight desperately for power and profit in the mortal world.

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Therefore, unlike most people's stereotype of yordles - yordles are not "cute little losers".

They all have their own goals. No matter how big or small the goal is, how bizarre it is.

"Just like me..." Poppy pointed to the holy hammer beside him: "My goal is to find an unparalleled hero worthy of this hammer."

"Huh?" Oren was slightly startled: "Is this considered a life goal?"

"Of course." Poppy puffed up his chest proudly: "No matter what the goal is, as long as it is your goal, you will be happy chasing it."

Oren was silent for a while.

Seeing the smile on Bobby's lips, he couldn't help but smile.

He was as happy as if he hadn't broken a hand or been seriously injured: "That's it, I understand."

"A society where everyone can have this kind of happiness... is so beautiful."

Oren covered his broken arm and said with a smile: "It seems that my blood was not shed in vain."
To be continued...