League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"It seems to be a sword?"

There are many black iron guards and magicians who have not left, and they are curious and impulsive about the magic weapon inserted in the center of the field. With a azure blue colorful streamer, the Divine Sword standing straight on the ground used every extraordinary warning to the human beings present. This is not an item that extraordinary people can possess.

But even with this knowledge, there are still greedy mages who applied the wind-based lightening technique to themselves and jumped into the pit of the arena.

Although the lord did not issue an order, there were still several loyal crossbowmen who buckled the crossbow machine and defended the property belonging to the lord.

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With a "boom", several crossbow arrows were blocked by the sudden mana shield. The enchanted mage was getting closer and closer to the divine artifact, and he could not take revenge on the crossbowmen who attacked him. For him, At this moment, it seems that he has become the darling of the world, and getting his own artifact is the most important thing.

He wrote down the appearance of the loyal crossbowmen, and shook his head at the other soldiers who asked for advice with their eyes. The silver-haired Lester, who was still in the state of rune alienation, held the three women with trembling hearts, and looked coldly at the hands and carefully approached them. The mage of the Starfire Rune Blade showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The gift from the Protoss of Justice to the Angel Sisters is something that others can touch.

Didn't you see the Excalibur hasn't split yet?

"Mine, mine, you are mine! For you, I can give up magic and concentrate on practicing swordsmanship!"

As if he knew that his behavior was a bit too reckless, the mage retracted his hand, knelt down on the ground and slapped the sword several times, and then made a gesture of prayer, greeting all the gods he could think of, and tossing After a while, he reached out his right hand again and held it towards the hilt of the sword.

"You didn't attack me, you must recognize me, right? The gods gave you to me, you can't hurt me! You are mine now!"

The mage held the hilt excitedly and wanted to pull it up, but the next second his palm was on the hilt, the celestial fire 'purified' the greedy people from the inside out, burning the mage to ashes. Let the other guys who are eager to try completely stop thinking about taking the treasure.

It was only at this moment that Lester's majestic voice finally sounded.

"No one is allowed to approach the Divine Sword, the Shadow Crossbowman and the Black Iron Guard block the arena, and anyone who approaches without authorization will be killed!

Ji Si, you are in charge of publicity, you just said that a month later, the arena will hold a ceremony to choose the master of the sword, and let the audience and foreigners come to see it. The gift of [God] is much better than gladiatorial combat. "

"clear."

Nodding with satisfaction, he was about to pull the two girls who were engrossed in the Divine Sword away from the high platform, but Lester heard the sorrowful cry of the Freljord.

"Sir! What should I do?"

Taking a look at the two wolves hugging each other with concentration, Lester gave a rare smile and said in Freljord.

"Since you survived, it is considered that you have won once, but you did not completely kill the enemy, but instead influenced the enemy, then you must be responsible for your friends.

Soldier, put the Freljord and the two wolves together, and eat and drink together. "

"Yes!"

The ashen-faced barbarian was framed by black guards in heavy armor. The soldiers forcibly pulled the two wolves out of the barbarian's thick chest hair and locked them in a cage. Day and night.

After finishing everything, Lester used some strength to hold the two sisters who wanted to touch the Divine Sword tightly, and walked towards the direction of the passage.

"Lester, I heard that sword calling..."

"Misha, I know, but it's not the time yet, trust me,

Let's go, that divine sword belongs to the two of you, and no one can take it away, but before drawing the sword, I need to make some preparations for you. "

Unlike her younger sister who easily let go of her temptation, Misha was still reluctant to part with her even after hearing the man's words.

Frowning his brows, the man didn't say much, and still pulled the two girls away quickly.

He never thought Protoss was a good thing, never thought so.

Just grabbing someone from the righteous star spirit still needs some preparations.

One month is enough...

...

Even the most powerful people in Demacia have an extraordinary interest in the immortal warriors that appear in the Emerald Collar arena.

There are not many magical items circulating in the Valoran continent, but it is unheard of to say that there is an artifact that fell from the sky and deliberately fell on a certain power territory.

In the pure white Forbidden Stone Council Hall, holding his favorite only son, Garvinster, after discussing with Oren, Garvin Dalke and Oren brought in the captain of the Steel Swordsmen Army of Demacia, who has completely become the most important member of the Hilda family. An outstanding new generation, the first swordsman Kraken, the strongest warrior of Demacia.

Before Kraken came, Galvin Darke teased Galvinster's little nose while speaking to Oren, who was already middle-aged.

"Why haven't I seen that yordle who likes to follow you lately?"

Rolling his eyes, Oren, who had no spirit, took a sip of what was in the cup, his beard pouted, like a lost old father who lost his daughter.

"She said that something happened in her hometown, she needed to go back, and she should be back soon..."

"Can you believe what the yordles say?"

Putting the wicked son, Galvin St., who pinched his nose in turn, on the ground, and letting the naughty child stumble around and fall into a big butt, the indifferent old father, Galvin Dalke, spoke earnestly and comforted him.

"My old friend~www.novelmt.com~ You really should pass on your excellent blood. I'm really afraid that you will die alone. It will be a terrible news for Demacia and loss……

Seriously, Oren, that yordle poch will forget you sooner or later, and in Demacia, a yordle can't inherit your will, when you entrust your wishes to a yordle, a yordle Will definitely turn around and forget about it, and then make a mess of things...

Oren, the yordles have used countless frivolous and unreliable interpretations of the characteristics of these little things, you can't put anything important in their hands, in their hands, nothing can be done ...just in time Pochi is a yordle accepted by Demacia. "

"Her name is Poppy, Jarvan, and you still haven't remembered her name..."

Sighing, Oren rubbed his cheeks and said in a low voice.

"You know, I don't want Poppy to be burdened with something, a happy elf to bear the responsibility of a country, that's too heavy... but, Jarvan, I just... can't accept another woman, I still can't forget it She...every time I close my eyes and see her sad face, I just...

I can't... fall in love with someone else..."

As for the dead end in the old friend's heart, even Garvin Dalke is helpless. He can't give the old friend an aphrodisiac and let a woman force a child with the old friend. The result will definitely be heavier than Oren not having a child. Let Oren meet his yordle daughter, and it's even worse, and Demacia will face a split.

The atmosphere was a little dull, until a guard reported that the Sword Master Kraken asked to see him.

With a "pop", the big villain, Gavinster, fell to the ground on his back again, crying loudly.