League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Run, run desperately, just to get rid of the ghosts behind you.

The sunset on the horizon dyed the branches of the faint branches red as blood, like the butcher knife that he swung at the two-legged lizardmen on this island. Everything on this island was preventing him from escaping the threat. Stones , bushes, bushes, and even the breeze became uninvited guests blocking the road, blowing in the face of the annoying.

Walsh's heart began to thump, and there were fewer and fewer people beside him. He didn't know when he was alone, and the enemy behind him seemed to be making fun of himself. Taking away one or two people, he no longer had the anger of being played with at the beginning, nor the indomitable will of the Demacian nobles. At this moment, he just wanted to hide well, just like playing hide-and-seek with his companions when he was a child. He didn't want to be ghosted. turn up.

Walsh can no longer ignore Cecil's orders, what to set up traps, what to prevent counterattacks, nothing is safer than finding a hidden place to huddle up, with enough food and clean water to survive for three days, he will not. Bet the demon of Noxus behind him will search for three days, he will, simply because he has no other choice.

Feeling that his physical strength had reached the limit, Walsh's footsteps began to slow down, and soon a small hill not far away caught Walsh's attention. After a simple search, he found a small hill in the hill. There was a rotten tree hole that could accommodate a body, and he didn't care about the poisonous insects in the tree hole. He simply poked it with Demacia's exquisite steel long sword a few times, and Walsh got in and covered the peeled bark. outside the tree hole.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Breathing in the damp and corrupt air, Walsh tensed up again before he could relax.

There was the whirring of the wind in the dead silence, followed by the sound of the branches and leaves being trampled on from outside the tree hole.

"Shuoer"

The whistle that made Walsh desperate was slowly approaching. He didn't know if he had been discovered. The fear had made it difficult for his body to make any effective resistance. He couldn't even hear it. Walsh clenched the long sword in his right hand and stared at the gap in the bark that he covered in the tree hole. He suddenly regretted hiding here hastily.

The footsteps got closer and closer, paused for a while, and seemed to be walking towards a farther place, gradually disappearing, and the body relaxed a little, but the playful whistle sounded outside the tree hole.

"After running for so long, is this the dog hole you found for yourself? Demacia's puppy I originally told you to run for some more time, but I didn't expect you to be so unbearable. How do you say it? Maybe a little disappointed?"

The noble Demacian was spoken in a disdainful tone of voice from a savage Noxian fanatic, and the disparity drove Walsh mad.

Walsh, whose body was agitated, turned his face completely red, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the long sword in his right hand began to turn white. Walsh turned the long sword silently, aiming the tip of the sword at the bark, and stabbed with all his strength. out.

"Ding!"

As if predicting Walsh's attack, the moment the bark was pierced, a dark red long knife plunged straight down from one side to the middle of the long sword. Demacia, known for its sophistication and excellence. The steel long sword was cut into two sections in the blood-colored sword light. He staggered and leaned against the damp ground of the tree hole. Walsh dropped the broken long sword and watched in despair as the enemy outside the tree hole lifted him up. Get out of the tree hole and throw it on the ground at will.

The enemy who was chasing him was wearing a light leather armor, and Walsh's eyes swept over the knife box and a set of ferocious torture tools on the leather armor, and Tong Kong couldn't help shrinking.

The pursuer grinned, patted the torture bag on his waist, opened the leather buckle and enthusiastically showed his handy tool.

"Oh, when you saw the tools I usually use at work, then I won't hide it, the little dog of Demacia, I'm sorry to tell you that you are my last target, so now It's not time to rest, unless you want to lie in your dog's hole forever with maggots and rot under my service..."

"I'm going, I'm going, I just want to know before I die, who are you? Why are you on this lizard island?"

"It seems that you don't have the right to ask questions now."

The grinning Night's Edge Killer picked up Walsh's unresponsive left hand, and a thin, flat-headed needle with a raised end pierced straight into the gap between his index fingers under the Night's Edge Killer's subtle control. With a hard pick, Nianhuhu's fingernails were stuck with flesh and blood and fell down.

The piercing pain came from the tip of his left finger, and Walsh raised his left index finger, whose fingernail had been lifted off, and cried out in pain, tears streaming down directly.

"Any questions? You still have nineteen opportunities to ask questions, don't worry, I didn't count your toes, I dislike it, I'll just lose some of your other body parts, I only know how to bully the weak Demacia. Puppy, bring out the aura of hurting the little cuties in the fog tail, ask, I will answer any questions, do you know why it hurts so much when you lift your fingernails? Do you have a small sarcoid? You know what it's like to be skinned while you're alive... do you know what it's like?"

"Woooooo, don't ask, don't ask, I'll go with you woo woo woo..."

Gently kicking the completely collapsed Demaci linseed face, the Night's Blade Killer withdrew his joking smile and returned to Dan Mo.

"It's really boring, since you don't ask, let's go."

...

Through questioning and interrogating the prisoners over and over again, Milton, who already knew that most of the Demacian rogues' biological mothers had several noble lovers, was certain that the only target he was hunting was Cecil, the captain of the Demacian Watcher. He knew that, Others can be killed on the spot, only this one must be captured alive to satisfy the great Demon-faced Lord Lester.

Cecil Hansa, the second son of the Hansa family, a small aristocrat in Demacia, loved the sea and waves since he was a child. His ambition was to be a great captain. Unfortunately, his lofty goals failed to allow Cecil to control his lower body. , after a palace reception, a little civilian girl was harmed in the depths of the streets. Because the little girl would rather die than give in and insist on fighting to the end, the tyrannical Cecil strangled the girl who had been defiled by him.

Cecil's misdeeds were finally brought to the noble court by the righteous witnesses. Cecil, who was guilty of adultery and murder, was tried by the Demacian noble court and was permanently banished from the Demacian plains. The court deprived Cecil of his personal inheritance. The family's baronial title.

Since then, Cecil has been used by the Chrisman family, the top dignitaries who control the Guards of the Forbidden Demons. Great wishes.

"Cunning, cruel, good at using knives and setting traps... Hehe, let me see your methods."

After replacing the heavy armor with light armor, Milton plunged headlong into the woods.

...

The murderous Emerald-led warship Steel Wings is moored in the deep sea not far away. Except for the necessary crew members, everyone has disembarked. The elite warriors of the Emerald-led are fully armed and come to the shore with their swords unsheathed. On the side of the camp, standing silently behind the giant dragon, guarding the man who stood motionless in the same place, and everyone quietly waited for the arrival of noon.

Nearly 100 Demacian robbers have been locked in wooden fences. For nearly a day, the wounds of the injured robbers have begun to fester in the heat. In addition, the fresh contributions of Noxians have enthusiastically contributed. Smelly socks, steamer-like enclosures present a hellish scene.

Everything in front of them makes more and more onlookers feel chills all over, even if they know that this is the bad guy who hurt their own people, many fogtails have a hard time accepting such cruel behavior, you know that even the last time they It just drove the invaders out of the sea, and did not do things so terrible.

The problem is that Lester, who used to be gentle with Xi, is now full of irresistible majesty and suffocating like a different person. The unpredictable change has made many Misttails afraid to confront Lester, who has become unfamiliar. To raise objections, he could only wait aside like the patriarch Wuhua, hungry.

"Come on Hitt, Milton and the others are back."

In the extremely depressing atmosphere, Shia's voice was like a clear spring to ease the tension in Mistoshima, Mistoya breathed a sigh of relief, but the Vastaya didn't know it, the emerald collar soldier with a serious face There are also many people who can't bear the pressure of Leicester, and secretly complain in their hearts. Many people can't help but recall the terrifying legend of the emerald lord who was alone in the Beihai massacre, until they faced the miracle of living in person, and everyone understood the legend. Not just a legend, but a great horror.

The team that Milton took away slowly walked out of the woods. In the middle of the team was a string of Demacian robbers with their hands tied with hemp rope. Among the many prisoners, only one person was bound with his hands and feet, and the whole person was placed in the On the back of a shivering wild boar,

Lester could recognize that the person on the back of the wild boar was Cecil, the leader of the Demacian gangsters. Lester secretly revealed that he did not know where Milton caught the unfortunate wild boar as a laborer.

"Lister Liszt, fortunately not humiliated."

Milton knelt down on one knee, put his right fist in front of his left chest, and lowered his head slightly to show absolute surrender. This is no kneeling. Kneeling to the knees was the highest level of military etiquette in Noxus, but Milton did it willingly.

It wasn't until Milton's voice fell that Lester, whose face was sinking like water, eased a bit.

"Well done, get up and get back to the team quickly."

"Yes!"

He glanced at the last Demacian rogue, and in Cecil's expectant gaze, Lester averted his gaze and did not intend to speak, which made Cecil's eyes stagnate.

Pointing to the fearful Demacian rogue, Lester said solemnly to the crowd.

"Look at these despicable and hypocritical Demacians! You don't know the value of life until the sword is on your head.

Their country advertises benevolence and morality and shouts justice all day long! Their citizens are secretly doing a **** business that is disgusting!

They can be shameless enough to raise a pirate flag on the indisputable Mistio Island to fight the inhuman massacre of Mistaya in Vastaya, and they can also be cheeky enough to raise Demar in the face of the emerald collar's cannon. The indigo flag of West Asia means surrender!

They bully the weak, but they fear the stronger, and they don't even dare to slash at us with the sword of Slaughtering Wuwei Island in their hands, tell me! What do we call such a person in Noxus!

? "

"coward!

! "

Everyone responded to Lester's question with a high-pitched voice from the heart. Lester pulled out the sunset with a piercing gaze, and walked straight to the wild boar not far away, seeing the wild boar's legs in this scene. Yiruan knelt directly on the ground and fainted.

"Tell me! How cowards deserve to be treated!

! "

With a knife, he slashed the rope tied to the wild boar, and Lester glanced at the Misttails who had started waving. He picked up Cecil, who was tied into a zongzi, with his left hand and threw it on the ground.

"Death!

Execute!

Execute!

Noxus doesn't need cowards! "

The sound waves formed by a hundred people broke through the sky, killing the white clouds that blocked the sun at noon, and the fog swayed and dispersed, but despair appeared on the faces of the Demacian rogues. They seemed to know their fate and began to struggle desperately.

Lester cut the rope that bound Cecil, but Cecil, who was about to struggle, was caught by the dragon gauntlet, unable to move at all.

"No one can get away with offending the majesty of Noxus, a coward offended a warrior and all he gets is death.

A hundred years ago, the barbarians of the northern Dalmore plains marched south to the immortal fortress. The scarred exploits of the Texas Warriors.

A hundred years ago, Demacia privately arrested and detained Meredith, the female general of the Emerald-Leading Spell Legion. After the Emerald-Leading Army was overrun, Demacia, who owned the Demacian Steel Swordsmen Legion, could only kneel on the ground and apologize. Compensation, welcome and send off General Meredith, and send him out of the country,

A hundred years ago, the Heidi people of the North Sea dispatched a magic army to attack Northumbria in the Emerald Territory, but it was a disaster of genocide. The entire Heidi tribe was completely wiped out. The soldiers of the Emerald Leader leveled the North Sea, and until today, the Pearl of the North Sea, Haiti City] is just the back garden of the Emerald Leader for fishing.

A hundred years ago, the territory of Noxus was only the immortal fortress~www.readwn.com~ Four hundred years later, we used iron blood and courage to build the Black Iron Fortress in the north to the west of the Dalmore Plain, and the Red Rock Fortress in Noxus in the south. Great Empire!

My territory includes the Dalmore Plains, the Nokmoch Plains, the Noxus Rocks, our territory spans the Pagrus Triple Peaks, the boundless Urus Mountains and the Shimmering Silver Mountains!

We fought against the kingdom of Gran, against the Duchy of Valks, against the kingdom of Norsland, against the tyrants of the Immortal Fortress!

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Whether it is life or death, whether it is an advantage or a disadvantage! We never run away! We never admit defeat, we fight to the last minute!

Even death will make the enemy pay the price in blood!

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And today!

A group of vile, maggot-like Demacians have set foot on our territory in their ridiculous warships! Wielding a butcher knife and slaughtering our people! tell me!

! what should we do!

! "

"kill!

! kill!

! kill!

! "

"Kill these cowards!

! "

All the jadeite-led warriors let out savage roars, as if they could only express their murderous aura by roaring their throats to vent their anger.

The Demacian, whose heart was broken, and the shrunken Misttail witnessed the demon-like man wielding a long knife and beheading the Demacian like cutting wheat.

Wuhua's body was shocked, and her eyes moved away from the terrified head. In the rain of blood sprinkled from the head, the Wuwei Patriarch met Lester's indifferent gaze.

"Only blood and death can wash away the humiliation suffered by Noxus! Patriarch Misty Flower, I think you should already know what Noxus is,

The maggots that slaughtered your people are here, it's time to make your choice, prove it to me, and prove that the Mistytails are eligible to join Noxus. "