League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Lord Wanderer, is there a bad guy coming?"

After taking a bath by the river, the sky turned dark, and Xiao Shui Hua, holding a coral staff, sat beside the bed and lowered her voice, watching the man who was silently cleaning the gun with concern.

Every time a man does this, it means that danger is coming, and life on land is far more dangerous than she imagined.

For Little Splash who walked out of the Sea of ​​Conquerors, in addition to all kinds of interesting facts on land, the most impressive thing is that there are all kinds of malicious evils, which have been blessed and protected by Lester all the way. At the same time, Xiao Shui Hua also deepened her trust in men.

Different from being at a loss at the beginning, the little Splash after growing up has been able to face these terrifying things independently, and he can't kill, but he can still use magic to bravely expel the enemy.

"This is a place outside the law after all. Trouble is inevitable. For some people, they won't understand what pain is without bleeding."

Putting the cold iron spear against the wall, Lester picked up the sharp and enchanted mountain bronze mechanical bow produced by the Emerald Leader War Workshop, and sorted out the quiver and arrow cluster that matched the mechanical bow.

Enough time allows him to learn many things, such as how to use a special magic steel mechanical bow to shoot three deadly arrows in one second.

"Just some small roles, you can sleep at ease, I can handle it soon."

"Lord Wanderer, please be careful, come back safely, I will wait for you here."

He came to the bed and kissed Little Splash lightly, and Lester squeezed the girl's hand.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Thirty minutes later, Xiao Shui Hua widened her eyes vigilantly, and the hand girl hid in the corner with a staff, ready to cast a spell to repel the intruder, but she saw a man she was familiar with walking in.

Putting down the mechanical bow, Lester smiled softly.

"If those people are not stupid, they should be able to stop for a while."

"Then, that, shall we continue to sleep?"

"What do you think? Little fool."

...

In the eastern seas of Shurima, the large islands across the Sea of ​​Conquerors have long been reduced to shipwreck tombs and forbidden areas for life.

Fuguang Island, which once possessed the water of life, has become a paradise for the dead under the influence of the curse of ruin, and the souls who do not enter reincarnation will be tortured in the black mist forever.

Demons, cult acolytes, ghosts, ghosts and evil spirits can be seen everywhere, and the black mist that devours the soul lingers on the shadow island. In this desolate and dead grave area, there is a yordle sitting listlessly with his head lowered. On the tombstone, the two lower legs are like a dying frog caught by an old farmer.

Feeling the negative emotions emanating from the creature sitting on his head, the tombstone felt a burst of despair, wishing it could become a dead tombstone.

The yordles have the unique gray-purple skin of the yordles, and the big fluffy rabbit ears hang down beside their heads, making the yordles like the most exquisite stuffed dolls, and the dark purple indifferent Tong Kong hates everything in front of them.

The small black nose and frowning brows make the yordles express their gloomy temperament vividly. A large black cloak from the city of yordles covers the small bodies of the yordles, making the yordles hang their heads. At that time, he couldn't see his face at all, let alone drooping beside his body, and he couldn't stretch out his short arms with long sleeves.

The name of 'Hestrina' was vaguely visible on the scratches on the tombstone. The amazing thing was that the shadow of the yordle with a pair of eyes and mouth, like a splash of ink, was twisting its body. , trying to wipe the dirt off the tombstone.

"Enough, enough, dirty, dirty, anyway, I have sat many times, and now I want to be quiet, quiet, you understand? That is, just don't make any noise, or I will go crazy, ah , I don't want to talk, I don't want to code words, whatever."

Shrugging, the shadow of the yordle gave up the act of wiping the tombstone, and returned to the ground with his hips on his back to do his own work, which made the face of the slumped yordle look a lot better. Despair turned into misery.

"Woooooo~~~"

Unable to bear this terrifying despair, a dark green female ghost floated out from the tombstone, covering her face and crying loudly. With less than a shred of nostalgia for the world, he was obviously tortured enough by the yordles.

"Okay okay, this is your territory, I'll go, wait, why should I talk to a ghost?"

Jumping from the tombstone, the yordle took small steps away from the irritating cries.

"Ah, it's so troublesome, Sombra, go with me on your back, you can go anywhere, just don't be discovered by Uncle Mirty, I'm really fed up with Uncle Mirty's smirks and tears, the yordle spirit has never been so stupid ?"

Arriving at the entrance of the tomb area, the yordle sat on his shadow, the shadow widened his eyes, and attentively lifted the yordle and floated in a certain direction.

The Soulcallers, Soul Eaters, Fox Spirits, Candlelighters and Ghosts stood there in a daze, and the ghosts of Shadow Island felt the same aura on a dark shadow that flashed by quickly, and they were sure that it was me. After that, the dangerous evil spirits hidden in the black mist turned their eyes away again to make way for their own island members. Generally speaking, unless they were particularly dangerous evil spirits, they would not take the initiative to attack or attack. Disturbing other creatures on the Shadow Isles is something the yordles like here.

Leaving the burial area and walking along the street, I don’t know how long it took. The yordle saw a huge dark green building. The whole looked like something surrounded by several large square tombstones. The gloomy atmosphere here Makes her very comfortable, except that there seems to be a big dumb guy at the door.

"Go there."

Hei Ying was a little puzzled, pointed at the prison-like building with his dark fingers, and scratched his head.

"right."

After two sentences, the yordle closed his eyes tiredly and started to doze off.

Under the condition that the master couldn't see it, the shadow nodded vigorously, speeding up the movement speed and drifting towards the prison.

At the entrance of the Nether Prison, the Destroyer is four meters in height. The Destroyer, as strong as a little giant, is guarding in front of the door with a ferocious beheading axe. The gatekeeper held the beheading ax high,

The black shadow flashed away, and the destroyer froze for a while, staring blankly at the front of the empty space, how could there be any unknown creatures.

Rubbing the eyes of the burning soul, the cruel big man reconfirmed that there was nothing, and the big axe gently fell back. In self-satisfaction, he continued to wait to kill any creature that broke into the prison. This is the order of the warden. He has to do his best.

In the depths of the nether prison, the tireless ghost scribe is crawling in front of the stone gum to record the origin of various treasures for his master. Years of fear and writing work have allowed the ghost scribe to retain the fearful appearance of the skull before his death, as if The murder mask in Scream looks a bit funny.

In order to use the soul bone pen with black magic, the scribe's phalanges are abnormally thick, and his lower body floats in the air like a genie in Aladdin's lamp.

As a soul freed from the lantern prison, the scribe has long since forgotten everything in the long-term torture of the soul, and the only part that remains is how to wave the pen, or how to please and fear the master.

"Talara~Talara~"

The ecstasy chain slid across the cool and gorgeous Helia floor tiles, and the deadly sickle shone with a faint green edge.

Under the erosion of black fog and death, even the white and holy jade-like floor tiles turned into a dark green that terrified all living beings.

At the other end of the chain is a tower-shaped soul-locking lamp, with indistinguishable green light spots flickering with the swaying lantern, pricked up ears to listen, as if one could hear the dirge of the soul.

The owner of the lantern is a skeleton burning in the flames of the soul. A hideous black iron jailer's armor protects the skeleton of the body. The exposed skeleton is twisted and has three inverted and curved bone spurs like demon horns. The flames of the burning soul never cease, and the skeleton's mouth is always hung with a cruel and evil smile of satisfaction.

"My dear scribe, it's time to tell you about my latest collection, are you ready?"

It is clearly in the state of a skeleton frame, but it emits the feminine voice of a human male.

The warden waved the lantern in his hand, and a green light point floated out of the lantern and surrounded the skeleton.

Nodding with trembling, the ghostly scribe's face was even more frightened, and he didn't dare to neglect for a moment. The fear from the depths of his soul made the scribe's soul fire shaky and almost extinguished.

Nodding contentedly, the warden of the nether prison lightly pinched the green light spot, like pinching an ant that has been playing with him for a long time.

Seeing the warden's gaze averted from himself, the clerk finally had a phantom sense of security.

The lantern swayed, and with the clanging of the chains, the warden began his own story.

"My friend, allow me to tell you Volrath's story.

It was a very clear morning. Farmer Wallace was working hard in the fields. A dark fog hidden in the ghost ship found him, and after approaching the shore, he rewrote his fate and allowed him to obtain the A more perfect ending than the intended fate.

Like those ignorant cultivators in Hailia, he has a perfect home. His father and mother have given him care and love from childhood to adulthood. Two brothers and a sister are close, brothers are respectful, and mothers are kind and filial.

A humble farmer has a beautiful and loyal wife, as well as an excellent son and a beautiful and lovely daughter, a beautiful countryside, free from any disasters, wars, and beauty is like a... the most perfect fairy tale~

My friend, there is always a thoughtful demon in fairy tales, which brings changes to the life of the protagonist, and the life of Volrath should be the same. Since there is no demon to choose him, I can only choose him. How can the devil become the protagonist of the story? "

There was a pause in the magic scroll, and the clerk shuddered in the gentle voice of the warden.

"Everything started with an early return. Wallace found that his wife was not at home. In the messy home, only the youngest son and youngest daughter were tied together. Looking at the terrified faces of the children, our protagonist Wallace knew in an instant...his wife was kidnapped, oh, it's a sad story, bad guys always like to start with women and children."

"The beautiful woman who was at home looking forward to her husband's return and diligently preparing dinner for her husband and children has fallen into the hands of the most notorious bandits... Don't look at me like that, my friend, I just use some means, a little... It's just to point the way for those bandits, it's still despicable human nature to do all this... Friend, pick up your pen, because the story has to go on, we all have a lot of time, but we can't waste it like this."

With a 'bang', the bone pen fell to the ground, and the clerk quickly picked it up again, only relieved when he saw that the warden who was excited was not angry.

"Worath was very angry, his face was blue and his eyes were fiery. After untethering the child, the man picked up the family's woodchopping axe and went to a place according to his son's instructions. It was the coast. He thought that The bandits did tie the wife to the shore, but was that really the case?

Of course~ no~

Wallace went to the coast, but there was nothing there. After the man got home, he realized from his son that it was his son who had deceived him. The fearful son had sold his most precious courage to the terrible bandit uncle, and betrayed him. I left it to my father and mother, and the little daughter was too scared to say anything, and turned into a cute little fool~

By the time Wallace came to the warehouse in his son's mouth in desperation, the farmer's beautiful wife had become cold, and the humiliated corpse was like a beautiful picture in bloom, drawing a touch of anger in the man's heart. , not only angry at his own powerlessness, but also angry at his son deceiving him and killing his mother.

The bandit is gone, the wife is dead, and life goes on, that's what a man thinks until he goes to sleep at night and hears his wife's wailing... my friend, I swear, it's a delight And the beautiful voice, under my comfort, he finally understood that his wife's departure... is not a coincidence, hehehe~~~. "

The talking warden took out a second light spot from the lantern, as if some kind of restriction had been opened. The second light spot sent out a soulful female cry, full of blood, tears and pain of the speaker, mourning. Sad, resentful whines echoed in the prison, mixed with hatred and anger that Volrath didn't come to save him.

"What a beautiful and beautiful voice, isn't it? I swear, she is absolutely beautiful, whether she is alive or dead, she is breathtakingly beautiful."

The cry of collapse and the sound of curses came to an abrupt end, the second light point was retracted, and the first light point began to flicker violently, but the warden seemed to have not seen it, and continued in a musically fluctuating tone.

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"Since then, he has been entangled in a sudden black mist, and this great story has lasted for ten years.

The elderly father was killed at home, the mother committed suicide in despair because of grief, and the son felt guilty for killing his mother. Under my guidance, he strangled his stupid sister to death...

Every time he sees the black fog, our protagonist, Wallace, will hear the crisp and sweet sound of chains. In contrast, he always loses something precious in the black fog. The sound of the chains colliding has become our protagonist. The most fearful voice.

My friend, no matter what it is, as long as it lasts three times in a row, it will form a habit that is difficult to change. This is the experience I have summed up. When I was still alive, I used my experience to cultivate a food Meat will eat people's dogs. After many people were bitten, the group of stupid and kind elders of Hylea decided to kill the dogs. That's why they were stupid enough to let the Kamavies kill them. It's ridiculous. Well, until the butcher's knife is on their heads, they still can't learn what cruelty is...

Everything I say is an irrefutable fact, my friend, remember this, write this down, it's important. "

The light spot of the soul begins to flicker,

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

Father, Mother, Wife, Son, Daughter, Brother, Brother, Sister...

Laughter, weeping, roaring, desperate cries...

The indescribable voice blended together into a ghost cry, which made the soul fall into an ice cave.

Soul light spots floated out of the lantern one by one, surrounding the warden with a painful and desperate wailing sound, in the collision of the chains, the warden finally let go of the sound of the first soul light spot~www.readwn. com~ In the cry of the protagonist Wallace, the story draws the curtain with satisfied laughter,

Wallace was surrounded by his eight family members, and the curse fell on him, because he brought the chain demon and killed everyone.

Being in hell, the scribe once again recalled his time in the lantern. He knew that this was the torment of the warden, not only Wallace, but also the protagonist in his mouth.

Even though he had forgotten a lot of things, the scribe did not forget that he was not willing to be an accomplice of a demon at all, but he had no choice.

"On the night I killed my mad son with my own hands, I came to Volrath, slashed his chest with a scythe, took out his heart, and hooked out his soul. In the novel, I let him re-experience the suffering of his family, and he finally understood that in this world, everyone has their own ending, and his ending is the ending that every protagonist will have."

Nine light spots surrounded the warden's phalanx, passing through beautiful green streamers, shining like diamonds.

"After so many sad tragedies, they are finally reunited, forever, never to be apart again, to live forever in their new home, with the rest of the protagonists..."

The soul light spot flew back into the lantern, countless soul light spots accepted the desperate light spot, the desperate soul sad song disappeared from the ear, the scribe put down the bone pen, and in the sudden silence, completed the story record of the collection .

The scroll was slowly closed, the sound of the chains became smaller and smaller, and the sound of heavy footsteps gradually faded away.

"There will be many more stories, and even greater works are waiting for me to discover, my friend, in this beautiful paradise, we... have time."