League of Legends Millennium Warlord

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"You shouldn't bully her."

Holding the **** knife stained with minced meat, the man's expression was not angry, only serious and serious, but the two barbarians tightened in the center of Pingdan's tone, and the impulse for revenge was suppressed by the inexplicable threat.

"There are so many **** gods in this world, she is the only one who treats you as children, the only **** who sees you ungrateful **** in the eyes and cares for you, she suffered so much for you, just to be able to save More humans, but you are always hurting her, hurting her all the time."

The man took a step forward and approached the two barbarians, and the two barbarians took two steps back, directly sticking to the wall.

"This is the first time she has eaten a big meal. Before that, she has always eaten the cheapest food, and nibbled the hardest brown bread. She did this only to give the coins obtained by curing others to the poor human beings. She would rather suffer herself than watch humans suffer, and what do you bring her?"

Soraka lowered her head with a complicated expression.

For the first time in a thousand years, someone has stood up for her.

Being cornered, the short barbarian on the left began to refute the accusation loudly.

"Stop talking nonsense! We just said a few words to this woman, and you will kill the boss directly, boy, no matter who you are, whether what you say is true or not, you are dead. The purple-skinned woman you call 'god', you call her a god? Stop kidding! Every day in the Freljord, so many people freeze to death, where is she? Do you know [Live Burial]? Just now The babies born are buried in the snow by their parents, because they can't afford more mouths to eat! Only one can be raised! So the second and the third must die!"

"You say she is a god, you say she treats us as children, then why doesn't she change everything in the Freljord? Who wants to live in a barren, cold and barren land all day long? Why are people in the southern continent born with With food and clothing, we are born to fight against heaven and earth? She can't do anything! I've never even seen her! What kind of **** is this? In my opinion, she doesn't even have one Prostitutes are useful! Prostitutes can also help us vent the fire!"

Hearing his evaluation in the human mouth, Soraka lowered his head with empty eyes, and he couldn't even hold the staff tightly. The other half, Lester's voice completely cooled down, and the man threw the knife directly on the ground. Picked up the long gun leaning against the table.

"Do you think that you were born in the Freljord, and that others owe you? Do you think that there is paradise outside the Freljord? The black mage chased thousands of miles and was forced to establish a country on the west coast of Demacia, against the warlords. Uzul, the east coast of Noxus that overthrew the tyranny and occupied the immortal fortress. It has been a thousand years since the country was destroyed. It is still Shurima, where the sand bandits are rampant. Live hard in the world?

It's the climate of the Freljord that hurts you, the **** of the Freljord's inaction, the tribes fighting each other, is that she? "

"Even if she doesn't have enough power to change the Freljord, at least she didn't hurt the Freljord, what about you? What are you doing? You do it for the Freljord, you do it for the dissatisfaction in your heart What efforts were made?

If you don't pick up a **** to transform the harsh environment of Freljord, you don't pick up weapons to fight against the evil gods of Freljord, you don't pick up a banner to quell the war in Freljord, but you Bullying people who have never hurt you with such ridiculous excuses, **** off the weaker, and being embarrassed to justify your incompetence and cowardice here!

You even say she is not as good as a prostitute? "

Witnessing what price Soraka has paid along the way, at this moment, only blood can quell the anger and tyranny in a man's heart.

A spear stabbed out, such as Long Hantie biting into the chest of the barbarian who didn't know how to explain it, drew the spear and left, bringing out a bunch of blood flowers.

With a flick of the gun's tip, he was about to stab another person. Once he made a move, Lester was not going to give the enemy any chance to survive.

"Yah!

! "

Another barbarian threw out the one-handed axe in his hand, and the one-handed axe swirled towards Lester's head, but was blocked by the gun barrel that was picked back and flew to the side. He fled outside the door, and with the whistling sound, the flying axe slashed directly on the table, shaking the food and tableware on the table, and the axe's blade pierced into the wood for three points.

Taking advantage of Lester's blocking of the flying axe, the third barbarian pulled out a narrow-pointed sharp knife and pressed it against Soraka's neck, using his arms to control the woman from behind.

"Drop your weapons! Or I'll kill her!"

The thing that Lester was most worried about still happened. The barbarian was too close to the lost Soraka, so close that he had no way to prevent it from happening.

When the man hesitated, the sharp knife in Barbarian's hand slashed the delicate skin and opened a thin line of blood on the side of the neck. Soraka lowered his head and did not resist, the blood beads slipped from the neck, dyed red A rustic cotton top.

"Don't make me say it a second time! Next time I will insert the knife and return your goddess to the underworld!"

Taking a deep breath, Lester pointed the spear down and slammed the spear into the hardwood floor.

"I'll do as you say, don't hurt her."

After Lester compromised, the barbarian grinned, revealing his dark yellow front teeth, and his bloodshot eyes were bloodshot.

"You keep saying that this woman is the only **** who likes human beings. I don't believe it. How can there be such a weak **** in this world? If she was really a god, I'm afraid I would have died long ago.

But you directly killed my two brothers in order to give this woman a head start. I can see that you are very angry and care about her. At this point, I believe that you must love this woman very much. I have to say that your The taste is really unique, even this kind of ugly woman with horns can see it. "

As if she noticed something, the woman who was being held raised her eyes, her dark eyes suddenly stopped on the man who was close to Chi Chi, and she shook her head gently.

The man stared at the barbarian as if he didn't see the hint of the woman.

"You're still alive because she doesn't want to hurt humans."

"Hehe, so I have to be grateful? Thank you, my goddess, thank you for your grace of not killing~"

The barbarian smiled wickedly and sneered.

"Look, I've paid my respects to your goddess, it's your turn, how much can you do for your goddess? Don't you want to protect her? Prove it to me, you don't need anything else, just on the ground Pick up the knife that killed my brother and show me how much you love her."

Pulling the cheese knife from the floor, Lester lowered his eyes, avoiding Soraka's anxious, bewildered gaze, and the man took off his shirt.

The barbarian licked his lips and praised.

"It's a really good body. It's the most suitable canvas. In the Freljord, every scar is a testimony of courage and glory. No matter how strong a woman is, she will surrender under the scars covered with bruises. I miss your goddess. You will definitely be moved, do it, use your knife to write your path to glory, and show me what step you can do for this ugly woman."

"Don't do it, Lester, please, put down the knife in your hand, I... I can't die."

"I can't die."

The man finally raised his head and looked at the woman tenderly.

"But it will definitely hurt, it will hurt, it will hurt."

The knife slid across the left arm steadily, and a five-centimeter-long knife edge was pulled open. The blood lines formed blood beads and merged into a small stream on the floor. .

Witnessing the terrifying scene in front of him, the tavern spectator who had not left completely couldn't help shuddering. This man was like cutting someone without the slightest sense of pain, but no one would be really stupid enough to think that a man was unconscious.

The second knife mark appeared next to the first one, and Lester's voice was always gentle.

"I know you don't want to hurt any life, you want to respect all human beings, you want to protect the wounded, Soraka, I understand you, but I also want you to know that not everyone deserves everything to love, there are Your love for others will hurt those who truly love you.”

The third knife was no longer a cut. He held the knife in his backhand and stabbed straight down. The tip of the knife directly pierced his left arm. A smell of urine came from not far away, but someone urinated his pants.

"Don't do this...I don't deserve it..."

He never looked away from Lester, and when he saw the man's will, the barbarian felt cold and at a loss.

The fourth knife came to the chest, and it was pulled diagonally from the left chest to the right rib, and the blood had already flowed to the woman's feet.

Soraka began to struggle violently, and the tearful woman heard the weak voice of the man.

"There will always be a day when we will separate. I only hope that at that time, you can learn to protect yourself better."

"enough!

! "

The fifth knife was aimed at the abdomen, and the tip of the knife was about to fall inward. A green, healing astral magic broke the tile roof of the tavern and landed on the man. Another yellow magic beam shot. Going to the barbarian, he suddenly got too much vitality, and the barbarian's body began to swell, and it burst open and shattered to pieces.

"Enough...you've done enough..."

"You murdered, Soraka..."

Holding the woman in his arms, the pale Lester's voice was soft, like his breathing at the moment.

"Yes, I killed, just for you."

The woman nodded, put her lips on the man's lips, and kissed deeply.

In the man's wide eyes, the astral symbols on the woman's body began to flicker, the violet complexion faded and became as white as snow, the elf's ears became more petite and pretty, and she had silver hair. Scattered on the back shoulders, the towering unicorn turned into a little white light and retracted into the woman's body, and a more powerful force reverberated in the woman's body, as if breaking through some kind of seal.

In the blink of an eye, the tattooed purple one-horned demon turned into a holy silver-haired elf goddess. Until this moment, the lonely warriors in the tavern who had witnessed everything did not really believe that women were gods.

Under the dual healing of astral magic and the power of runes, the man's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and another peculiar power flowed into the man's body, which the man did not know.

This is the power of the children of the stars, the power of hope.

The changes in Soraka in front of him far exceeded the limit of the man's imagination, until the woman let go of herself and looked apologetic.

"I thought I wouldn't fall in love with any human being, but I didn't expect to meet you. I broke my oath that I wouldn't kill anyone and had to return."

"So, you're leaving."

Soraka nodded and kissed the man's forehead lightly again, her eyes full of reluctance.

"I'm leaving, Leicester, and we'll meet again one day."

"One day, time will bring us together again, and I look forward to that day."

A beam of light soaring into the sky rose straight into the sky, the day suddenly turned into a polar night, and the stars flickered all over the sky, welcoming the return of the children of the stars.

By the time the sky lit up again, Soraka had disappeared.

"Then... do you still want to serve food?"

No response to the conscientious tavern waiter,

The man stood up, packed his bags again, and left silently.

"Sorry, I didn't get you prawns until the end."