League of Legends Millennium Warlord

If the steel weapons from the immortal fortress are far better than the northern subway equipment, then the emerald collar weapons mixed with magic steel are far better than the steel weapons.

The difference in the quality and performance of weapons is reflected on the battlefield, that is, the iron knives in the hands of the Freljords are easily cut off, and the single-edged axe continues to charge, directly piercing the unresponsive Freljord warriors. Belly, the flimsy leather armor is as useless as a cardboard shell.

The soldier looked at his stomach in disbelief, fell to the ground unwillingly, and lost his vitality.

"I will remember the appearance of your large intestine, no one can forget all this!!!"

Kled kept his body still, still charging, and was directly slashed to death by another person, and the Freljords finally had some commotion.

The commotion was more of underestimated anger.

"Kill this hairy yordle bastard!!!"

"Little dwarf! You will regret it!!"

"Everyone! Running away will definitely kill you! Follow Klie to fight back! Fight out!!!"

Knowslet, who had long guessed that there was no hope of escaping, jumped off his horse and followed behind Kled.

The last chance of survival must be killed with weapons.

"Guru ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh???"

After passing through the encirclement and running for more than ten miles, he realized that his friend was not on his back. After recovering, Sgar rushed back to the battlefield anxiously, just like a heavy tank driving away for the second time with a confused expression on his face. The Freljord warrior, who was dodging the impact, tumbled several times, vomiting blood and couldn't get up again.

"It's colorful, what the **** is that?"

After Skarl returned to the encirclement again, the Freljord warriors who were in charge of intercepting the ambush of the Noxians outside still didn't come back to their senses, as if they had seen a ghost.

On the battlefield, seeing the seemingly vulnerable yordle dwarf again beheading his three warriors, the war mother finally couldn't sit still.

"Go away!!!"

Kicking away the weak man standing in front of her, Yelena raised her Axe and launched a counter-charge against Kled.

"Little dwarf, you will pay in blood for your actions!"

"Old and ugly fat woman! Don't try to intimidate your grandpa Klie! Use your skills to speak!"

"Say it again you hairy bastard!!!"

After colliding with her great ice axe several times, Yelena was stunned to discover that the **** axe was actually intact, and the combat experience of the yordles should not be underestimated.

You must know that even a stainless steel weapon cannot resist the magic power of Zhen Bing. What is the origin of that axe?

Seeing that the weapon could not gain the upper hand, she took two steps back, and while the yordle was breathing calmly, Yelena began to accumulate ice magic elements through the Great Ice Axe.

She was going to turn this bad-breathed hairy **** into an ice sculpture, and then smash the ice sculpture inch by inch by herself.

"Guru ahhhhh!!"

Coincidentally, Yelena, who was in a straight line with Kled, did not react, and was smashed into the battlefield by Sgarr with an axe. The backlash caused by the interruption of the magic also caused Yelena to spit out a mouthful of blood. .

The Freljords were stunned, then their morale plummeted.

"Warmother!!!"

Yelena's five wives exclaimed at the same time, and the men rushed forward to lift Yelena and her True Ice Tomahawk back to the formation.

"Good job Skarl!!"

With a pat on the head of the dragon lizard, Kled returned to his horse and became a real knight.

"Kill it!!!"

The rest of the Freljord warriors and the barbarian warriors of the Damor plains who had integrated into the cold wind and howling tribe greeted them, but they were quickly smashed by the iron-headed Skar, and they were cut in half by the flashing blood axes. break.

The powerful Kled has an excellent magic steel single-edged axe, and he has gained the speed and armor of Sgarr, and has become a whirlwind of death on the battlefield. After several rushes, the Freljordans The battle formation was completely disrupted, and the Noxians were in high spirits and began to charge the northern barbarians in reverse.

In addition to himself, the nearly 100 northern warriors actually have no one enemy of the yordles. The mother of war sighed and gained a new understanding of the waste in the tribe.

On the northern tusk boar, leaning against the thick chest hair of the strongest wife, Yelena squinted her eyes and took a last look at the battlefield and whispered in the intoxicating body odor.

"This time we lost, retreat, let everyone retreat, we still have troll warriors, we still have a chance to go south, and we can't let all our hands die here."

"Warmother orders! Retreat!! Retreat!!"

Having obtained the verbal order from her husband, the bald man with a fox and tiger's might shouted loudly.

The Freljords began to retreat, but Kled continued to pursue them, forcing the exhausted Noxian warriors to keep up, lest the yordles be surrounded.

"Put me down."

"But...you..."

"I said, let me down."

Jumping off the wild boar, Yelena took another deep breath, took out a crystal bottle, took off the cork, and the War Mother drank the recovery potion bestowed by the Ice Queen, held the True Ice Battle Axe high, and stared at her addicted face. The blood-crazy yordle and his dragon lizards.

She was going to remember the hairy face thoroughly, and one day she was going to put this yordle's head on the trophy table, and make his stupid lizard a leather cushion under her ass.

"freeze!!!"

The Zhenbing battle axe hit the ground, and cracks appeared in the ground~www.novelmt.com~ A ten-meter-long 'V'-shaped ice thorn surrounded Kled in a semi-encircled state, frightened by the strong ice element With a jump, Skar stopped his charge and stopped in front of the ferocious ice thorns.

"Bump in! Skaar you can do! Bump in!"

"Gulugulu~ ah?"

"You cowardly female lizard!!! You don't even dare to knock this fragile ice edge away, what can I expect you to do? Fart all day?"

Sighing, knowing that the pursuit was not realistic anymore, Kled started to turn around, Skar also understood Kled's anger, and made a somewhat aggrieved voice.

"Woooo~woooo~"

The blood in his eyes faded, Kled sighed, and patted Skarl's big head.

"You are wronged! However, this time, you know that you are still useful to come back to me. You coward."

"Horrrrrrrrrr~"

"Okay! Compliment you two and you start to get carried away? I haven't bothered you to fart at me! Next time I go to bed, I will block your ass!"

The two peculiar creatures quarreled and came to the complex-looking Noslett. Kled stood on Sgarr, patted Noslett on the shoulder, and straightened his hat. Big brother's funny look.

"Human, I'll go back first, there may be a battle tomorrow morning, and I'll be involved at that time."

"Mr. Clay..."

Put away all contempt and doubts, and watched the yordle ride away on his funny dragon lizard.

After a **** battle, Noslit finally understood the weight of the three words [Emerald Collar], and also understood why the funny yordle and his cowardly dragon lizard appeared here.

"No wonder Lord Lester just sent a yordle cavalry..."