When the sword is raised, when the blood is left.
The cold wind of the Northland freezes resentment and tenderness,
It turns into a touch of red clouds at sunset.
The great wheel of fate ruthlessly rolls over all living beings,
Not even God can stop it in the slightest.
Heroes are like puppets on strings,
Waving his fists, he welcomed his own grand death with enthusiasm and confusion.
In the storm,
Some people held on, and some fell.
Some people struggle but don't know why they struggle.
The tiger of the soul,
Struggling in the cage of fate.
Perhaps, this is what is called a hero.
Welcome to read the epic fan novel "Sunset" League of Legends. The content involves almost all the heroes who appeared. All backgrounds are from the official settings, taking you into the unknown stories behind the heroes...