League of Legends Millennium Warlord

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More than a month ago, there were many rumors on the Dalmo Plain.

Some people say that there are more assassins in the darkness who can't see their faces, killing people without blood.

Some people also said that they saw with their own eyes that strange warriors wearing terrifying armor were blatantly killing bandits and robbers.

Others say that it was a group of devils, a group of devils from **** who came back from **** for revenge...

To the west of the Dalmore Plain, in a hidden valley between the mountains, there is a huge secret gathering place, where more than a hundred ferocious bandits are entrenched.

All robbers and rogues who survived by looting knew that this place belonged to the terrifying gang of deadhead robbers.

The gathering place is built in the gap between the two peaks. Only the mountain road in the north can lead to the outside world. The end of the road in the south is a cliff, separated by moat, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Inside the largest wooden house in the gathering place.

Doyle pushed away the beautiful girl who was serving him, and put on his pants a little irritably.

"Master Doyle, you..."

The beautiful woman with no clothes on her body wanted to continue to please the man, but was scolded by the man loudly.

"go out."

"you……"

"Get out!!"

"Yes……"

The girl fell to her knees aggrieved and slowly crawled out.

"damn it!"

Every time he closed his eyes, Doyle would think back to the Noxian village that inexplicably ate more than 200 of his own people. Recently, there have been many disturbing rumors in the north, which made Doyle begin to doubt the relationship between the two. Is there any relationship between.

Isn't that the man named Lester coming?

"Come on!"

A loyal subordinate who was standing outside the door walked in quickly.

"Master Doyle!"

Doyle's scarred face frowned.

"Call Brian over."

"Yes."

The subordinates left in a hurry, and soon a shy and kind-hearted man walked in.

The man got down on one knee and saluted Doyle.

"Master Doyle."

"Get up and talk."

"Yes."

The two sat side by side on wooden chairs, Doyle stared at the ground, his face was uncertain, and he refused to speak for a long time.

Brian asked tentatively.

"Lord Doyle, is there any order for me to do it?"

"Is it still stable in the cottage recently?"

Brian smiled, his tone soft and affirming.

"Lord Doyle, there is food and people in the cottage. After the brothers have eaten and drank every day, they are training and having fun. They can't be more stable."

"Recently, I have asked everyone to restrain themselves, play less with women, and set up more guards around the periphery, so as not to be slapped on the neck stupidly."

Although it was a little strange, Brian nodded in agreement.

"clear."

Slightly relieved, Doyle still trusts the new aide who is ruthless, knows how to please himself, and has the means.

Except that sometimes it's too perverted...others are fine.

"I ask you, how is the intelligence investigation of the destruction of the Blood Hands?"

The Bloody Hands is a bandit organization located in the east of the Deadhead Bandit. Doyle has always been concerned about the fact that his 'old neighbor' was uprooted, and he also specially sent his subordinates to investigate.

It's a pity that the final result was just a pile of corpses burned to the bone. Apart from no living mouths, there were no additional witnesses and information. The whole cottage that had seen the blood was like a ghost.

Hearing Doyle ask about this, Brian's face became solemn.

"It seems that the Blood Hands have provoked an organization that should not be provoked. Our people investigated and found that the number of people who destroyed the Blood Hands should not be too many, and they are well equipped, superb fighting skills, cruel and cruel, from the corpses in the corpse pit. Judging from the broken bones, the dead guy is suspected of being severely tortured and killed, and the methods are extremely cruel."

"Gone?"

Facing Doyle's dissatisfied gaze, Brian was a little embarrassed.

"It's really that those people do things too cleanly. I have never encountered such a thing before. In the case that there is no living mouth at all, this is already the limit of what I can do. The only traces Also wiped out by everyone,

Brian asked the adults to punish. "

Taking a deep look at Brian, who was kneeling on the ground again, Doyle had no reason to get angry.

If I let other idiots investigate this matter, I'm afraid they won't even report a fart to myself.

"Okay, get up."

"Yes."

Brian sat back in his seat again, his **** sticking to the side as always, which made Doyle feel a lot less reproach.

With Brian's level of interest, he would never deal with himself in a fickle manner, it could only be because those people were too clean.

The cleanliness is chilling.

For some reason, at this moment, he once again thought of Nuoer Village, where he lost his troops.

"Anyway, there is such a situation near our gathering place. The cause and effect of this matter must be clarified, and we can't help it... You kid will do this thing well today and report to me at night. mistaken."

"Understood, this subordinate will arrange defense matters."

Squinting to see Brian leave respectfully, Doyle nodded in satisfaction and closed his eyes.

At this time, he no longer had the intention to play, and a vague sense of urgency slowly approached.

The sun finally sets, night falls, autumn is coming, and the summer bugs in the north desperately sing their final swan song.

Xia Zong's swan song is like a series of indescribable soul-burial dirges, and finally, as if being strangled by the throat, the insect's singing stopped abruptly in the highest-pitched voice, and death struck.

The evil spirits in the night revealed their minions.

Above the beam, Morris suddenly opened his eyes, took out the magic steel thorn, silently descended from the sky, covered his mouth, and sent the thorn into the heart of the robber guard.

"Well……"

Two more thorns were added to the dead bandit. Morris spliced ​​the spear and walked out slowly from the post.

Farther away, Dimaster with a satisfied smile raised the dark-blooded hand crossbow in his hand, killed the other two eyes hidden in the dark, and captured more lives as a hunter.

The blood flowed silently, softly in the bright moonlight.

Seeing Dimaster clearing the outer robber post, Morris silently smiled at Dimaster and disappeared into the darkness together.

Tonight is a good day to kill.

The hidden front in the night, the blade of the night, is the blade of the night.

Morris pulled the spear out of the guard's heart and slowly pushed open the strong gate.

As expected of the Lord, it is a good name.

Inside the robber barracks,

Dedist cut open the throats of the sleeping robbers with a knife with an expressionless face, like a butcher who slaughtered countless pigs in a slaughterhouse.

Her mouth was covered, and the woman who was kidnapped by the robber opened her eyes in horror, only to see a pair of indifferent eyes. She was about to scream for help and call for the robber, but found that her throat had been slit.

The woman could only let out a bubbly sound of 'ho ho', and soon lost her breath.

"I tried to give you a choice~www.novelmt.com~ but no one gave me any choice, until in the end, we had no choice."

Closing the woman's eyes, the silent man who hates to talk rarely said two words.

"Killing is killing, I will not make any excuses, and I will not apologize."

The man turned to leave.

Outside the granary and the arsenal, a beautiful woman with short hair in a skirt was slowly approaching, and was soon noticed by the robbers guarding the door.

"Unfamiliar chick, it's not good to sleep with your master at home at night, and go out for a walk? Or is it that your trash master can't feed you alone?"

"Hey, who is your master? What's your name? Why do I feel like I've never seen you before?"

The woman smiled shyly and caressed her bulging chest.

"Hee hee, my master is Lord Lester. As for others, they are called Sislaina. I hope you brothers will take good care of others. Sislina is actually very afraid of pain..."

"Lester? Damn it, why is that name so familiar?"

"Hey, no matter what you are doing, people are all coming to your door and you are still cringing there? Are you a man? If you don't do it alone, don't say that your brother is not interesting..."

"Hey, yes."

Allowing two wretched men to wrap their arms around his waist, Knowles twisted his **** and was pulled by the men to a remote place where no one was in.

"Hey, little beautiful girl, let me take a good look... I am stupid, what is this? How come you are older than me!!"

Facing the two unbelievable faces, the smile of 'Hislena' faded, and Northles, who looked indifferent, put the short knife into the throats of the two, and then gently hugged the two who were about to fall to the ground. Man, whisper softly.

"My fiancee, isn't she pretty?"