League of Legends Millennium Warlord

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"Look, you lost everything while you were asleep, and you didn't know anything about it."

"Lester! How did you come here?"

"How did I get here?"

The man whose face could not be clearly seen smiled disdainfully, his voice was like a night owl.

"You look down on yourself too much. I'm just curious about your head and want to see who will cut it off..."

'Ha ha ha ha ha ha...'

Sitting up from the bed, Doyle looked at the familiar environment in shock and breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning his head to look at the moonlight outside the window, if you guessed correctly, it is already midnight, and it is almost dawn.

He didn't ask a woman to sleep with him tonight, but when he woke up at this moment, he suddenly felt inexplicable panic and loneliness.

There was no sound around, and even the crispest insects in the mountains in the past disappeared.

He needs someone to accompany him, even a man.

"Come on! Fred! Fred! Irna! Irna!"

Doyle shouted, calling for his most loyal guard, and for the most obedient and beautiful woman he had captured, but there was no response from outside the house.

A dead silence.

Just like all people, all living beings that can move, die.

Jumping off the bed in fear, Doyle began to get dressed, took off the machete hanging on the wooden wall, and put on the exquisite steel armor he had stolen.

Doyle walked out of the room. Outside the room, two strange figures with their backs facing him were standing on the left and right.

The one-armed man's heart sank, and he observed the surrounding environment, but found that the surrounding environment was no different from usual, there was no blood wafting from the smell, and there was no trace of fighting, only the guards at the door were already It disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

"Who are you? I don't seem to provoke you?"

Without any intention of answering, the two men in the same armor stood silently on the spot, one holding a dark red spear and the other in front, and Doyle couldn't see anything.

Knowing that those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come. Since the other party has blatantly appeared here, it is obviously unrealistic to rely on his own hands to rescue him. Doyle calculated and began to retreat into the house.

He didn't want to expose his secret escape route before, and he couldn't care too much at the moment. Survival was the most important thing.

"I didn't tell you that you were allowed to leave here."

The man with the spear suddenly turned around and looked at Doyle blankly.

"The revenge of Beinuoer Village will be retributed on you and the robbers tonight, either we die or you die, there is no third outcome...

Unfortunately, your companions and subordinates are almost dead, now it's your turn, me and him, you choose one, and give you a decent way to die. "

"Are you the survivors of Beinuoer Village?"

He didn't pick up on the man with the spear, and secretly scolded him that he shouldn't let the tiger return to the mountain. Doyle made an oath in his heart that he would absolutely kill him in the future, but his face was sincere, and his knees even softened, and he fell to the ground directly. He started to kowtow with tears in his nose.

"I will loot your village, but I was actually bewitched by that old thing from the Mostak tribe, I apologize to you, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me, I will absolutely never from now on No more bad things, I'll find a place to be peaceful..."

"is that useful?"

"..." Doyle.

"Looks like you know it's useless."

Morris had a strange smile, and the other man turned around. Doyle noticed that the man was holding a delicate and beautiful hand crossbow.

Bowing his head, Doyle looked earnest.

"Really can't let me go? I'm willing to give everything in exchange for my life."

Morris laughed.

"You said that to a man whose wife was insulted and killed and his son died, Doyle, I really despise you."

Standing up, Doyle wiped away his tears indifferently and drew out the machete from his waist.

"You mean, if I kill anyone between you, I will survive?"

"call out!"

A magic steel crossbow bolt flew from the other direction and plunged straight into Doyle's left knee, breaking through the kneecap.

Doyle, who fell to the ground, let out a miserable cry.

"What do you want to talk to him about, you still want to bargain when you die."

Morris and Dedist were taken aback.

Dimaster came to Doyle, picked up the crossbow bolt that fell on the ground, and smiled at Morris and Deedest.

"Presumably he still has a lot of treasures hidden. Seeing how he was about to walk into the house just now, maybe there is a secret passage. I just happened to have itchy hands, so I took him to vent..."

"Ah!"

In the screams, Doyle picked up his machete and slashed it towards his neck, but the machete was kicked away by Dimaster.

"Beside me, you only have one method of suicide with the highest success rate, and that is to bite your tongue, come on, let me see your courage, show your courage to kill the village, as long as you dare to bite, you will not Suffer any hardships, I will give you a pleasure, otherwise I will only peel off your skin, smash your bones into pieces, knock out your secrets, and raise you in a pigsty become bait for pigs..."

Without any hesitation, Doyle closed his teeth and bit off half of his tongue. Blood gushed out of his mouth. Doyle stared at Dimaster with ferocious eyes.

"Wow wow wow wow..."

"Are you saying I'll kill you quickly?"

Doyle nodded.

Dimaster smiled and patted Doyle's stupid face.

"You don't, do you really take my words seriously? Haha, hahaha, can you believe what bad people say? Little fool."

"Wow woo woo woo woo woo woo woo!!"

"Call, call, before you die, it belongs to me."

Looking at Dedist, Morris sighed.

"It's really cheap for him..."

…

The sun rises from the outside of the mountain and gradually rises to the highest point, but the warm sunshine has never been able to integrate into this dead land.

The land was dyed a deep red, and the smell of blood really spread.

Due to the heavy aura of killing and death, animals and insects and birds fled one after another, and there was no life in a radius of ten miles.

More than 200 corpses were stacked in dozens of wooden houses, and more than a dozen people had their ears cut off, including Bighead.

The house was stuffed with fire-resistant grease and wood, and a fire ignited it for three days, obscuring the smoke.

Another fifty or so innocent women who survived the torture were placed in a carriage. Under Morris' arrangement, they left the devil's lair with other important supplies and set foot on the return to the south. On the road, more than 20 women committed suicide after being rescued, but Morris and the five did not stop them.

A person who really wants to die can't be stopped, all they can do is bring back those lives who desire to live on.