League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The swirling snow indicated that the Ice and Snow Festival at the end of the year was approaching again. The residents of the jade collar stopped work and began to prepare materials for the festival.

Rich countrymen drove their own ox-horse carts to experience a rare shopping trip to the commercial street in Jade Collar. The poor will not be short of food and clothing. Men go out with logging axes or hunting bows, and women accompany them. Children knead linen and sew clothes at home,

The rotating soldiers took off their cold and heavy iron armor and put on gray fur coats with advanced design concepts. They patrolled everywhere with weapons and maintained law and order. Spend time on his family, get together with relatives and friends, and boast about his military experience with a red nose in the intertwining of gongs and chips, and win a lot of admiration and admiration.

The atmosphere of the Ice and Snow Festival is getting stronger and stronger, and the Noster Village, which is the easternmost part of the Emerald Collar, is no exception.

Early in the morning, the village chief organized male villagers to build wooden platforms and bonfires on the main streets of the village. According to the lord's request, red and white festive cloth strips and copper bells were hung on the tallest pine wood, and iron shovels The snow on the roads was removed one after another, and the orphans and widows in the village were greeted with supplies for the winter, and the programs to be performed at the Ice and Snow Festival were rehearsed.

After a week of hard work, it was finally completed before the seventh night.

However, on the eighth day, the village chief had no choice but to be pulled by his sullen son to watch the mess.

The wooden platform floor used as a performance stage was dismantled into funny [trap boards] with neat gaps, and the festival tree with cloth strips was covered with frozen sheep cakes, which became stinky.

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The stone-brick road that had been shoveling snow was turned into a smooth ice skating rink. In the early morning, more than a dozen villagers who didn't pay attention fell on their big **** piers, and more than a dozen bonfires that had not yet been lit were piled up on the wooden benches the size of pumpkins. The ice head, the two inverted triangular ice-hole eyes and the jagged mouth all show the evil of the maker.

"Father, it must be the evil mage who always likes to make beautiful things..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a 'smack' sound, and the ice-cold sheep cake, which couldn't bear the pressure of the snow, slipped from the tree and rolled to the young man's feet.

The young man's face stiffened.

"Well, not so nice..."

The village chief's majestic beard began to tremble, and he looked at the angry and frustrated villagers around him. The old man's eyes were full of anger.

To this day, he can no longer convince himself to let the evil mage continue to harm his village.

In any case, there must be an explanation for this matter.

"Galler, gather the good people, bring the hard guys, we..."

Before the village chief could finish speaking, a man who hid his body under a black robe easily passed through the noisy crowd and walked to the village chief before the other villagers could react.

"This matter will be taken over by us."

The face-covered Dimaster showed the black and red metal emblem of [Blade of the Night] to the aged village chief, causing the village chief and his son Galle to stare, and then their expressions changed greatly, and they knelt down directly. on the ground.

Although the surrounding villagers didn't understand what was going on, they also knew that people who the village chief did not dare to provoke would definitely be harder to provoke, so they hurriedly knelt down together.

The person who owns the emblem, even the most honorable black guard under the commander Margaret of the Legion, has no jurisdiction. There is always only one person who can control the owner of these emblems in the Emerald Collar.

That is the eternal dark existence that has never seen its true face, a terrifying legend.

"Sir, you..."

"It's about military secrets. The guarantee I can give you is that things like this won't happen again in the village. Remember, don't ask too much, don't talk too much."

Hearing the big man say this, the village chief who lowered his head was relieved.

"Yes."

…

On the mountainside of the northern foothills of the Shuoyin Mountains near the village, a small bonfire bravely danced against the night.

In front of the bonfire, Veiga wearing a mage hat proudly akimbo, leaning over to look at the human village at the foot of the mountain that he feared, clapping his hands and dancing involuntarily, the warlord's dark gauntlets made a 'bangbang' collision sound. , as if celebrating the master's victory.

As a great master in pursuit of darkness and supreme magic, Veigar understood that his path would never end.

Only by allowing more human beings to succumb to their own darkness and terror, and only by allowing their own evil to become a fearful legend on the Valoran continent, can we make ourselves more similar to the dark tyrant,

Veiga has always believed that if he can really achieve the level of the dark tyrant, he can completely get rid of the fear of the dark tyrant.

On top of that, chasing more evil and dark forbidden spells.

only…

Veigar's waving little hand gradually lowered, facing the cool night wind on the cliff, the stiff yordle sat on the ground hugging his knees, his head lowered, like a child who did something wrong.

The wind grew stronger, and the brim of the hat slapped lightly on the yordle's head.

"Did I do something wrong..."

Thinking back to the ewe who was frightened by himself, the slug messed up in the vegetable field, and the beautiful pine tree that was covered with sheep dung by his own magic...

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People's hard work was destroyed by themselves.

The yordle was ashamed of this, and was about to reflect on his actions when a tearing pain came from his brain.

Mordekaiser's nether plate armor appeared in front of him again, and the hammer named [Nightfall] slammed head-on, and the tyrannical and majestic voice echoed in his ears, and for a moment, the desperate Veiga only felt that he had returned to the sunless world again. The magic dungeon, bound by the forbidden magic chains in the dark depths, is accompanied by loneliness all day long, and friends with terror.

"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 food for the soul, forget your ridiculous Bandle City... let's go , don't keep our yordle guests waiting too long."

"You are afraid, little one, you should be afraid, surrender to fear, and you will be free..."

"Sowing darkness and spreading evil, this is your mission, Veigar, cut off the heads of the weak and build a city of skulls, shed their blood, dig a scarlet river, and wait for my return..."

The voice of the tyrant is close at hand, as if he will be locked in the dungeon again to welcome a hundred years of loneliness in the next moment, Vega shivered, the tears of fear could not stop, he locked his body helplessly, and let the evil The voice recklessly invaded every safe space of his own, smashed his spiritual sustenance for Bandle City, and smashed his concept of good and evil to shreds.

"Only darkness can fight against darkness, Veigar, you must believe in darkness!"

Gradually, the yordle's mind calmed down again.