}, new string[2]{ "How can I survive on land? Ah, that is a secret. No, actually... I can breathe air like you!", "我怎样才能在陆地上生存?啊,那是个秘密。不,事实上...我可以像你一样呼吸空气!" }, new string[2]{ "Ah, if only you could have seen the beauty of a ...
named after his father Ignaus, and his mother Aedia. Ignaus was the leader of the Light God’s cult and always got into all sorts of trouble with the Jungle leaders and his own family. Aedia, on the other hand, always taught Ignalius to follow the way of peace and only wielded...
so two of the Dark Gods, Cthulhu and Moon Lord, decided to split from Noxus and chase them while the rest of the other Light Gods and Noxus fought. Shortly after, the Light Gods one by one fled toTerrariato form Xeroc, a being that would hopefully end the Dark ...
it became familiar with the hunt.To survive,It quickly learned to seek greater prey.Unfortunately for the scourge.it seems that it too was prey in the end.After all,there is always a bigger fish in the sea.
Jungle Dragonwas born. TheJungle Dragongrabbed Ignalius and carried him out of the lava on his back. Ignalius’s parents did not survive the incident and Flores’ own family was executed shortly after for helping and defending Ignalius’s family. Ignalius swore revenge on the leaders of the...
Jungle Dragonwas born. TheJungle Dragongrabbed Ignalius and carried him out of the lava on his back. Ignalius’s parents did not survive the incident and Flores’ own family was executed shortly after for helping and defending Ignalius’s family. Ignalius swore revenge on the leaders of the...
Some semblance of a god's mind may survive death,like the twitches of a crushed insect.What little remains attempts to convene,to coalesce in worship.so that its power may yet be restored.How pitiful. Fortunately for us,the futility of this effort is unmatched.The biomass obeys,but nothing...
Some semblance of a god's mind may survive death,like the twitches of a crushed insect.What little remains attempts to convene,to coalesce in worship.so that its power may yet be restored.How pitiful. Fortunately for us,the futility of this effort is unmatched.The biomass obeys,but nothing...
Some semblance of a god's mind may survive death,like the twitches of a crushed insect.What little remains attempts to convene,to coalesce in worship.so that its power may yet be restored.How pitiful. Fortunately for us,the futility of this effort is unmatched.The biomass obeys,but nothing...