Vol 2 Chapter 1121: Soraka's choice

Soraka’s words were completely beyond Rhodes’ expectations.
Being a giant god, but turning yourself into a Protoss?
This sounds really unbelievable, it is as if you are a game player, but you bind your life and death to the game character-the giant is the manipulator of the Protoss, the Protoss is dead, the Giant can change one Protoss; but if Soraka turned herself into Protoss as she said, it means that she has only one life, this body dies, and the giant named Soraka will also die!
incredible.
"Why, are you surprised?" Soraka raised his glass again when he saw the expression on Rhode's face. "Do you think this is stupid?"
"It's difficult to understand." Rod thought about it and gave his own opinion, "So I can't comment."
"I have my reasons." Soraka drank the tea from the cup. "The actual situation is that from the perspective of Protoss, I saw more."
"..."
Rod frowned, not knowing exactly what Soraka was talking about.
"So, are you willing to listen to a story?"
Roth, full of doubts, squeezed the glass tightly and finally nodded.
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When civilization was not yet born, and time itself was still immature, giants in the realm of the realm for the first time noticed that on the mainland of Valoran, from ignorance to civilization, rapid progress and evolution of human beings, they had produced Some kind of worry.
In the eyes of giants, these creatures are wild and self-willed. They dangerously deviate from the great plan that God has arranged for them. They do not follow the path of fate, but freely make their own choices. For giants, This freedom means uncontrollability, which is unacceptable.
In that era, the guidance and destiny weaved in the night sky were often overlooked-in worse cases, misunderstood by these simple mortal minds, leading to confusion, uncertainty and suffering.
At that time, the giant gods had not yet fought with the three sisters, and they did not have the means to create the Protoss. At the top of the giant peak, they wanted to interfere with this chaos, but they could not find a good way for a while. .
So, when Soraka could not continue to watch, she decided to descend into the realm of realm, determined to untie the knot in the world's web.
In this way, the children of the stars are covered with blood and flesh.
The powerful magic flowing in the blood vessels is burning day and night, burning her new body from the inside out, but in order to return the world to the path of destiny, she has no regrets and does not hesitate.
In a sense, Soraka is Valoran’s first astral spirit, and it is also the most special astral spirit—she did not occupy the body of a certain mortal, but exhausted the power of the giant and shaped a Belong to your own flesh and blood.
Soraka who came to the world soon learned how cruel the people on the rune land could bear.
Whether on the inevitable battlefield of conflict, in the dirty underground of a huge city, or in the wilderness frontiers that are not tamed in the distance, Soraka has witnessed seemingly endless struggle, betrayal and suffering.
At that time, Soraka still maintained her initial persistence as a giant god. She was unwilling to change anything and secretly soothe the pain of some innocent people.
In this way, in the endless long years, Soraka was helplessly watching the changes of the Valoran era and years. She looked at the bond of fate that could be woven together but was torn by ignorant mortals. At that time, she speculated The reason for all of this may be because the life of mortals is too short, they just can’t see a bigger picture, so they will ignore the guidance of destiny because of the immediate benefits.
At the beginning, Soraka regarded mortal choices as a short-sighted fool, but as she lived with mortals for a longer period of time, some kind of incredible, so Soraka unexpected Something happened.
In the chaos, entanglement and knots, the original fate pattern was fragmented, but it was in that chaos that Soraka vaguely discovered a brand new fate grandmother-far more than the one she first followed More complicated, but also more magnificent.
The doubtful Soraka began to explore a new path of fate.
In the exploration, Soraka, who stood at a new angle, saw an interesting force pushing destiny. This force is human nature.
In the snowstorm of Freydrod, Soraka had seen her mother give the child the last food-although the food was more likely to survive after she ate it herself.
On the border of Demacia, Soraka saw the last soldier holding a German flag and charged towards the enemy-although he was more likely to fall halfway through the charge.
In the desert of Shurima, Soraka had seen two travellers push each other to make the last bag of water-even if they knew it was their only hope of survival.
Soraka walked on the land of Valoran, she had seen countless ugliness-but in the same way, she also saw the flashes that countless giants had not seen.
The tall giants stubbornly planned the world with their simple and clear requirements, but when humans were born, mortals who followed the human form brought completely different things to the world.
Human nature is not completely rational, so under the same circumstances, people make different choices. In the eyes of giants, this choice is the source of confusion.
So the giants uphold their divinity, trying to conquer humanity, control humanity, guide humanity, and in various ways try to lead humanity back to the
should
fate trajectory~EbookFREE.me~ But when Soraka changed After an angle, she saw the happiness that the giant gods had never had before.
Perhaps... giants are not qualified to require humans to follow a certain trajectory.
After thinking about all this, Soraka finally realized-and since then, she learned to drink tea, learned to decorate with her favorite yellow, and learned to respect the destiny of mortals themselves.
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"Once, when I saw the visitor's track, I would wait quietly for his arrival." Soraka ended his story with a meaningful sentence. "But now, I finally learned to wait for the visitor's Time to make a pot of tea for myself... I remember there was a famous opera called "Song of Avarosa" in Piltwolf, and I especially liked one of the lines-everyone is his own goddess of destiny."
Raising his head again, looking at the original star with a smile on his face in front of him, Rhode finally apologized.