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Absolutely shit lore. Old yax lore better. Dude fought too well and the League needed to handicap him so he said he'd just fight with a lamppost

@@frontier64 thats some chad lore, do you think he Active: Jax enters Evasion, a defensive stance, for up to 2 seconds, causing all basic attacks against him to miss. Jax also takes 25% reduced damage from all champion area of effect abilities. After 1 second, Jax can reactivate to end it immediately?

It was 2003 if I do remember correctly. The night was harsh in the Arabian desert, dropping to temperatures comparable to that of Niflheim, freezing any living being who dared to step foot in it. We had been stranded in the middle of the dunes, with our safari vehicle hitting a patch of dry quicksand on the return trip. The vehicle was done for, and we had no way of getting out of the desert or locating another group. There was no reception that far from civilisation, our only hope being to wait and pray that someone finds us. That’s when I first met Jax. Looking over the top of the dunes, I was the first to notice that there was a glowing orb in the distance. A glowing orb was moving towards us at quite a fast pace. At first, I thought that it was another vehicle coming our way, and we were free from the desert. I could not have been more wrong. As he got closer, I noticed that it was no vehicle, but a hooded figure. The light I had seen earlier came from a brass lamppost he held, walking with the light just above his head. Impatient, I walked down the sand dune to meet him and that’s when I saw what was under the hood. At that time, I had no idea who Jax was and fearing for my life, scuttle back up the hill. Underneath the hood, he held the appearance of a live mummy, a domineering build wrapped tightly in decaying white bandages. At first, he seemed like a wandering mercenary I had read about in books. They were dangerous men, ignoring any rules or ethics for a cost. Jax was not like that. He looked up and instead of being greeted by a pair of eyes, a mask of nine glowing lenses instead pierced through my body. He walked up the dune to us and I had already accepted my fate, closing my eyes as I prepared myself to enter the next life. “Are you lost?” His voice was noble-sounding, not what you would expect for his stature. I remember seeing his outstretched hand, and I still wonder if he had three fingers or if there were multiple fingers inside that three-pronged glove. I sat there atop the dune, dumbfounded at this scene. Falling on my back, I looked up towards the stars. They were visible, all of them. Out in the desert and away from civilisation there was no light pollution. In the corner of the breathtaking view, I could see his lamp burning, burning eternally. It seemed to be an oil lamp, but there was simply a flame inside, nothing else. I sat up, being offered a sip from his canteen which he kept on his belt underneath the cloak. It was a sweet liquid, tasting like a mix between soda and liquor. I returned the canteen and upon taking it, Jax started to walk down the hill. I called out to him, “Wait, where are you going!” “I’m taking you out of here. Keep up with my pace and we’ll be out within an hour.” That hour was the fastest hour I had ever lived. Jax was a fascinating man, as I had learned in that short time. He wandered the lands on foot, living like a nomad from earlier ages. I was just one of the people he happened to cross and help on his journey. While I tried to make casual conversation on our way out, I noticed that he had a thing for eggs, specifically hard-boiled ones. From inside his cloak, he had pulled out three and had them within the hour. After an hour and a half, slightly more than he had predicted due to my poor physique, we were ready to part ways. I said my goodbyes, but he didn’t seem to hear them and instead kept moving forward. As the light dimmed over the dunes, I realised that I never asked for his name. I shouted out to him one last time, “Hey! What’s your name?” He paused for half a second, before turning his masked face back and responding with a singular word. Jax. With that, he disappeared over the dune, never to be seen again. Now, I still scour the internet, occasionally seeing people posting about their encounters in remote areas with a strange, hooded figure who appeared to aid them when they needed help the most. I’m certain that that figure is Jax, the same man that I had met and helped me over 15 years ago now.

@@Ahab2710 Holy shit

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Those 5 are your average Europeans.

that was yamato not rat lol

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Ult " IT'S MORBIN TIME! " Morbius unleashes a torrent of bats from his hands, wildly attacking any enemies around him 10 morbilions times over a durations. Each shot deals true damage, applies lifesteal, can critically strike, execute, and gives 300 gold (raise gold gain by 100% every kill)

Bro never heard of the shadow dogs unleashed

@@moggingmachine2183 t1 tarzaned and randoms xd (honestly the rest wasnt entertaining but as always big t carried) Cant compare it to this clash team bruh

I feel like drut is accepting being Poland

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