League of Legends Millennium Warlord

In the Valoran Plain, a small village of more than 200 people was forcibly driven out of the village entrance. A little bit to the south, under a dilapidated mage tower, passive excavation work began.

The only thing the violators can get is a clean and sharp sword, and if they want to survive, they must obey the arrangements of the robbers.

He was already deeply disgusted by the lewd sand thieves who once again kidnapped the female villagers. Although Sashuo wanted to make these walking desert beasts the food of the sea beasts, he had to endure it.

At least at the moment, these scumbags still have their own value.

"Right here, dig down, keep digging down."

The revelation from the snake mother from the Kraken's skull made the sea beast priest know that he was not looking in the wrong direction, and that there was a powerful magical item buried under the ground.

"Lord Evil Wizard! Lord Taiga! Save us!"

The middle-aged man who had witnessed his wife being stained and killed with his own eyes, dropped the shovel in his hand and rushed towards the ruined stone tower fifty meters away like crazy, shouting the name of a certain magician.

He would rather the evil sorcerer lure all his family's sheep off his feet than continue to accept the cruel fact that he lost his wife.

In fact, he was about to use his life to call the 'evil' neighbor who lived in the mage's tower, and if the evil neighbor wasn't there, he was really dead.

"Catch him! Cut off his head for me!"

For such idiots who delusionally think that they can be saved, LS Ha has always had little tame patience, and death is their only ending.

The two sand thieves pulled out the desert machete, sneered and rushed towards the collapsed man, and said cruel and ironic words.

"Do you really think that your savior will live in this pile of broken stones that can't even live in dogs?"

"Master Taiga wizard!!"

"Cut off his arm first, let's play slowly."

The two sand thieves looked at each other and smiled, and kicked the man who was kneeling on the ground with one foot. One pressed the man's body, and the other pressed the man's right arm to the ground and raised his machete.

"Lord Taiga!!!"

"Stop calling! I am the great lord of evil! The dictator-magic who maintains the reign of terror with the power of darkness! My name is Veiga! Not Tailga! You stupid villager! I will destroy the right hoof of your followers of the grass. It's been three times, and you still can't remember my great real name!?"

Coming out of the dilapidated stone tower is a low mage wearing old-time warlord iron armor and polished gauntlets. A big felt hat covers his small face, making it difficult to see.

LS Ha swears that he has never seen a wizard with a hat brim that can have his own two **** wide, aren't wizards all big men in black robes?

"Great Lord of Evil? What little thing are you?"

"Little thing? I am your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather! As early as a thousand years ago, your ancestors succumbed to my reign of terror... At that time you were still a baba!"

When the words were spoken, Veiga realized that he had spoken too far in time. Although his memory was severely deteriorating, he also remembered that the tyrant who imprisoned him had only died for a hundred years. Kagura breathed a sigh of relief.

It could not have been better that no one noticed the rhetoric of the Great Master of Evil.

Well, compared to a hundred years, a thousand years can better demonstrate the greatness of evil magicians, there is nothing wrong with that.

"Take this idiot who only knows how to talk big!"

Too lazy to talk nonsense to a dwarf **** of unknown origin, LS Ha doesn't believe what a powerful character can be living in such a broken stone tower.

Sa Shuo on the other side watched with cold eyes, took a few steps back quietly, away from the disgusting leader of sand thieves, but also became alert to the sudden appearance of uninvited guests.

Feeling the contempt of human beings for him, Veigar's mind became hot, and he couldn't help recalling the crazy years when he was imprisoned by the tyrant in the prison of the immortal fortress.

...

"Look, a ridiculous yordle who wants to master the magic of the stars in the heavens? My yordle child, how did you become my prisoner?"

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The walking iron armored ghost made a low curse sound, like a nightmare from hell, the tyrant's momentum always makes people feel deep despair,

In the dark and terrifying dungeon, the yordle's curiosity about celestial magic has long been shattered by the terrible rune chains. The lonely yordle is covered in bruises and bruises, curling up in the corner of the dungeon, recalling the beauty of Bandle City years.

He wanted to go back, but he couldn't go back.

In this abandoned place, he couldn't even find a person to speak, because tyrants hated useless prisoners, so all the prisoners were executed, and he was the only living person in the whole dungeon.

When the tyrant is gone, he will be alone again, with darkness, with silence, and with terror.

Unwilling to continue to live a desperate life in the dungeon, Mage Yodel showed a pleading look to the tyrant, but instead made the tyrant laugh.

Perhaps imprisoning and tormenting this yordle's soul for so long is for the sake of giving in for just a few seconds, the tyrant himself is not sure about this, he just enjoys it all.

The yordle has a long life, and he has many opportunities to enjoy...

"Curiosity is a yordle treasure, prove it to me, yordle mage."

Putting the mace [Nightfall] on the ground, Mordekaiser asked his hand to bring down a dying prisoner, accompanied by a pair of strange torture tools and short knives.

It is a personal tool that belongs to the executioner, and its only purpose is to please the tyrant.

"Prove that your curiosity about the dark will last forever, a hundred years, a thousand years, use your curiosity to prove that evil and brutality can be spiritual food, forget your ridiculous Bandle City... start Well, don't keep our yordle guests waiting too long."

Nodding silently~www.novelmt.com~ The dark executioner whose tongue had long been removed by the tyrant picked up a sharp skinning knife with his dry right hand, and bowed to the fearful yordle like a dark artist, facing complete despair. The captive's toes stabbed deeply and gently stroked, like the most meticulous master sculptor.

Soon, a thin piece of skin was perfectly peeled off by the executioner, but the prisoner was still gasping and wailing in agony.

The tyrant laughed happily, the souls imprisoned by Yemen sang a horrific hymn, and the executioner picked up a boning knife again, and presented the next stage of wonderful performances for the master and the yordle guests.

Mage Yodel was a little dazed.

The brutal and **** scenes in front of us have been staged countless times. The tyrants are tireless and use the bodies of human captives to stage dark dramas. They want to pollute their pure hearts. Get used to the dark words of tyrants.

Evil, brutal, powerful, ruling...

At this moment, the yordles forgot about the beautiful city of Bandle and indulged in the power of the tyrant.

Shaking his head, the yordle forcibly threw terrible and evil thoughts out of his mind. He didn't understand why he was reduced to such a field because he just wanted to learn powerful arcane magic...

...

Evil arcane energy began to condense, dark purple forbidden magic rose from the feet of everyone, and the arcane cage with sharp claws enveloped all human beings, even the powerful sea beast sacrifice, at this moment also found I lost control of my body.

Veigar's eyes blazed with arcane fire, and at the sickening human face, the magician raised his evil staff aloft.

"Stupid human, you have angered the great master of evil, I will let you know what real cruelty is!"