League of Legends Millennium Warlord

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Freljord, south of Nelzayag Village, north of Ironsha Mountains.

A small dispute has just begun around the fragile farmland ecology.

"Every life has the right to live on the continent of Valoran, but after all, I have a request from others... Troll, can I ask you to go herd elsewhere?"

Taking off his hood, the wandering mage calmly looked at the four ice-blue trolls more than ten meters away with a soft voice.

Hearing the wandering mage threatening him, the irritable troll headed to stop digging his teeth. He first asked his companions to notify the patriarch, and then turned his head. Under the gaze of his jumping companions, he held up a huge wooden stick. Threats in raw Freljord.

"Muggle! Shaved purple guy! Get out of our ranch!!! Otherwise, I'll eat you!!!"

"Kill to death, Muggle!! Eat it, purple potato!"

"Good bae! Good bae! 呲 slip~"

Unable to suppress his irascible nature, the three-headed troll who simply had a pre-war meeting launched an attack during the negotiations.

After the warning, the troll still chose to attack, and Ryze decided to shoot.

Raise your hands, the surging magical energy is quickly legalized under the constraints of the array, like a galloping river under the feet of the three trolls, as for why it is not the sea...

Ryze doesn't want to turn this place into a valley abyss, and the abyss can't farm.

The scene of the two-meter-high troll charging is still very scary, at least behind the wandering mage, the twelve tribal warriors who looked flustered already had the urge to escape.

"Rune Imprisonment!!"

The surging magic power gushed out from the feet of the three trolls, and in the burst of strong light, three rune shackles that mortals could not break free were generated, and they quickly extended along the body of the trolls, forcibly blocking all movements.

The troll waved the wooden stick in panic, stood dumbfounded and lost control of his mouth, as if he had turned into three wooden figures.

"They've lost their mobility, and the rest is up to you."

After hesitating for a while, Ryze gave up the idea of ​​directly killing trolls with magic.

After all, this is a struggle for survival between Nelzayag villagers and trolls. If it weren't for the rune fragments under Nelzayag's land, he would not have intervened in such a dispute.

Yes, but not necessary.

In addition to recovering the world rune, he did not want to bear any more innocent murders.

Although this murder is counted, there is always his share...

The reason why Ke Ren can continue to live in the difficult times, the reason he is constantly looking for to keep his tired self persevering, isn't it written as "self-deception"?

Diligent people are the richest, evil will be rewarded with evil, and good people will be rewarded with good...

It's just a lie to deceive yourself.

"Thank you, Master Mage for your help!!"

The voice of the tribal warrior brought Ryze back to his senses from his depressed mood and returned to his former calm.

With the assistance of the wandering mage, the twelve tribal warriors confidently swung their spears and smashed the terrified troll to the ground with ease.

With a sigh, when Ryze removed the magic, the three-headed troll had been stabbed into a rotten sieve. Seeing the corpse fell, the tribal warriors quickly began to skillfully decompose the troll's corpse, peeling the skin and dismantling the bones, cramping and extracting the marrow, searching for it. Anything available, which naturally includes edible fats and chunks of meat, and even stinky toes, until it fills the body bag.

"Oh, I really don't want to suffer at all, as expected of a Northlander..."

Finally understanding why the tribal warriors carry so many leather bags when fighting, Ryze shook his head, turned around, and looked at the cute snowflakes flying in the sky with a wry smile.

"This is the Freljord, a beautiful and cruel place..."

Everyone waited patiently for the next batch of trolls to arrive, until the troll tribe was killed, or they chose to escape.

It is about the struggle for survival of the ethnic group. Either you die or I die.

There is no compromise.

...

After learning that Demacia refused to send troops to support, there were many more capitulation factions in Trewell, although there were no rebels at first.

Isaiah didn't want to be involved in the mess of the adults in the village, and of course he wasn't qualified to be involved.

He's just a shepherd who befriends the ancestors of the beasts.

Rather than thinking about being beheaded by a Noxian, he might as well talk to his yordle friends and hear the story of Bandle City.

It was the fairy tale life he dreamed of.

When the adults were arguing, the Silver Mountains were close to a secluded place below the mountain, and the lives of the three different races were also talking fiercely.

"Grumble~"

Skarl stared at the two with wide eyes, sticking out his tongue, trying his best to pour out his valuable opinions.

"I've said it a few times, we're Bandle... oh no, Yordle! Bandle City! You stupid biped! Confused me too!"

Kled jumped up angrily and swung the axe in his hand, which made Isiah laugh.

"Mr. Clay, whether it's Yodel or Bandle, isn't that all Del? What's the difference?"

"Ah !! What is the difference! Do you actually tell me what is the difference? Bandal is the city, Judell is a person? Is a person! Make a small boy?"

"Oh, I see, Yordle is not a human, right? Yordle is a city, Mr. Clay, where is Yordle?"

"Yeah, you're going to be mad at me! Can I hack you?"

"Gulugulu~huhu~"

After circling the two of them twice, the excited dragon lizard Sgar joined the battle with great interest, and licked Isaiah's cheek with his tongue, making the boy smile happily.

For Isaiah, he didn't really enjoy this pointless debate. As for why he deliberately called it a Bandle, he just wanted to change the subject.

Because every time he came up, Kled would ask him if the Noxians were here, and if they could fight or not, and he almost went to the village to fight.

Mr. Clay is really belligerent.

Seeing Kled staring at him with an axe in his hand, Isiah thought for a while and decided to immediately end the topic of the Bandle people.

"Mr. Clay, is the saddle that Uncle Malus made for you easy to use?"

Thinking that he can safely ride on the stupid lizard now, Kled gave up the idea of ​​slicing the stupid bipedal human cub alive.

"I have to say, your human craftsmanship is still good! Skarl is very satisfied!"

Instantly forgetting the unpleasantness just now, Klie skillfully turned over and mounted the dragon lizard, pulling the reins.

"Look, I have now become a great dragon lizard knight, and I will defeat all the fools and cowards that stand in my way!"

“Good good~”

After clapping his hands, Isaiah squinted and continued to smile.

"Mr. Klie, are we friends now?"

Patting Skarl's hard scales, Kled jumped down and grinned.

"Of course, my human friend Isaiah, you have succeeded in gaining the friendship of General Kled."

"Can General Nakre tell the story of Bandle City, the yordle Rambo who likes to collect junk?"

"Yeah, that furry, mouse-like guy likes to collect junk. He likes to pick up things that other people don't want, and tinker with some strange 'highly lethal' weapons, but the fact is that they can't even kill cockroaches. ...

And his height, even among the yordles, makes him a real dwarf... maybe not even your knees? And he's always trying to get the compliment of another Bandle...

Hehe, rather than praise, it's more special attention. "

Laughing at his own clan without hesitation, Klie suddenly thought of something and smiled maliciously.

"I remember telling you last time, the gunners in Bandle City, the head of those gunners, is called Tristana, Tristana is the object that the trashman likes, about this matter, the whole Bandle City All the smart people saw it, not including the fools and the idiots."

"Bender's gunner is called Tristana?"

"Yes, it's called Tristana, she also has a hand cannon called 'Boom', that hand cannon is bigger than her body, I don't know how she controls that big guy, I even saw it with my own eyes She had blasted herself into the sky with a bang!

Wait... maybe Skarl, I should consider getting a gas cannon too? Skarl, would you like to carry a cannon? Put it on your ass, I look just right! If you like to run away, then use your **** to aim at the enemy~www.novelmt.com~ Release your stinky fart to kill them! "

"Guck Guck? Huh?"

"Cut, it's boring."

Asked back by Skarl, Kled pouted.

"So does Tristana know that Rambo likes her?"

"should……"

Just as the two were chatting vigorously, a thick plume of smoke rose from the village below the mountain, and Isaiah's face changed.

"It's the vigilance and gathering signal in the village! Maybe the Noxians are here! No, I have to go back and see my mother!"

Hearing this, Kled quickly straddled Skar, picked up the axe, and looked at the thick smoke excitedly.

"Come on, Isiah, let me see if the Noxians are as powerful as you say they are! If you dare lie to me..."

"What will happen?"

After thinking about it for a while, Klie said with a fierce look on his face.

"Then I'll kill you!"

"Woo! Woah!!"

...

For Malus, the leatherworker, the days of trepidation are finally over.

Because the Noxians really came.

"All give up resistance! Gather at the village gate! Give up resistance! Gather at the village gate! The Noxians will not attack us!"

The village chief's voice came from outside the cobbler's house, which made the cobbler's heart a little more peaceful.

'Perhaps life is better when the Noxians come? ’

With a wry smile, he put down the half-stitched leather armor, and Malus walked towards the entrance of the village.

"Everyone come to register their personal situation!! Line up! Don't rush!"

Basic information was recorded on bound Shurima paper after the soldiers in charge of the records asked the villagers for their names and other information.

Inside the defensive line formed by the solemn dozens of soldiers, the village chief of Trewell was talking to Lester.