League of Legends Millennium Warlord

After all, the rain still didn't fall, and it couldn't come.

Morris pulled out a short knife from the tree trunk, and the broken snake head fell from the tree with a clatter and fell into the pile of leaves. The next moment, it was put into the pocket by a soldier with a large bag on his back. The blood of the soldiers was still in the bag while holding the head and body of the snake, and they were not afraid of being bitten by the deadly poisonous snake.

Looking back from the tall and dense canopy, Morris breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if you can't see the weather changing again, you can know that the dark clouds have receded from the environment that has become brighter than before, just like the vitality of the depths of the silent forest.

At this time, it had been several hours since entering the Forest of Tranquility. In the complex environment of the dense forest, the soldiers seemed somewhat tired, and a few unlucky ghosts were bitten by hidden poisonous insects and almost died.

Fortunately, the poisoned person was rescued by the detoxifying herbs that had been prepared beforehand. These detoxifying herbs were prepared in advance by the Nightblade Killer, and many of them could be picked in time in the jungle.

"Lord Morris, how far is it from the Black Rock Forest?"

Even the most hard-working soldiers can't stand the dangerous environment of the jungle, let alone the sword and shield hand who wears armor and holds a long sword and an iron shield.

"What is your name?"

Morris observed the environment and asked without looking back.

"My lord, my name is Sweet. Not long after I joined the Noxus Dark Iron Guard, I participated in the battle of the mines in the Silver Mountains and killed three stinky mice!"

The soldier's tone was somewhat proud.

Naturally, knowing what was in the closed Silver Mountain Mine, Morris suddenly turned his head and looked at Sweet calmly.

"If you were asked to enter the mine alone to fight, would you dare?"

Sweet froze, the image of the overwhelming red-skinned mice drowning him suddenly appeared in his mind, and then he quickly shook his head.

Just kidding, in a war of hundreds of people, why do you want to go in alone to fight the rats?

"I dare."

Turning around again, Morris said lightly without looking back.

"So you ask less questions and do more things, because people who are better than you don't have as many questions as you. Talking too much nonsense will only make people think that you are incompetent."

After being choked by Morris, he didn't dare to refute, and Sweet continued on his way.

Looking away from her companion, Alice the spearman sighed.

She didn't think there was anything to be proud of in such a battle. Her companion seemed to always feel that the magical victory gained with her companion's life was her own credit.

It is indeed honorable to fight to the death against the evil rats, but this should not be an experience to show off to others, what's more, it is the magic of Lord Meredith that finally established the victory.

Without a word, everyone walked to a place where the terrain became lower, and a Nightblade Killer ran from a distance and whispered to Morris.

"Before the Black Stone Forest, there was a large group of jungle cat demons, about thirty or so. We can't solve it with just a few of us."

"You continue to explore, and the cat demon is handed over to me."

After finishing his instructions, Morris turned around and said solemnly to the soldiers.

"The ten commanders listened to the order and formed a defensive counterattack formation with small teams as units. There are more than 30 jungle cat demons in front of them, ready to fight!"

Holding the spear in her hand tightly, Alice's gaze became more determined.

No matter how difficult the front is, one day, she will stand beside the Lord Lord again and use her life to defend the Lord Lord's safety.

……

The conference hall of the Immortal Fortress.

Stalda is negotiating with the rest of the tribal leaders about the military system and ownership of Noxus.

Before the Battle of Tano Village, other clans still had doubts about whether the Roxie clan could gain a firm foothold in the immortal fortress. Who would have thought that an ancient remnant was killed in the sky and repelled the gang of gangsters, and miraculously He successfully defeated the two major tribes of the Mostak barbarians and the Upol barbarians who went south.

This result made the Roxie clan successfully become the sole owner of the Immortal Fortress, and the rest of the barbarian tribes lost their qualifications to compete. In addition, the Black Rose, a secret association of the Immortal Fortress, reached a secret agreement with the Roxie clan, which made it even more difficult Make the Roxie clan the definitive ruler of the immortal fortress.

I don't want to be liquidated or continue to be marginalized. Seeing that the Noxus family is getting stronger and stronger, the leaders of the small tribes have moved their minds, just how to manage the soldiers of their respective tribes and how to fight for their own tribes. Many interests, these still need to be at the negotiating table in the conference room to come up with the results.

"Everyone, we all have our own clansmen and our own warriors. Think about it for yourself. Anyone who lets a stranger command their own warriors won't have a sense of trust, right?"

The one who spoke was the Great Elder of the Stone Tribe. In order to replace the patriarch who suddenly suffered a stroke after sleeping all night and became 'unable to walk independently', he had to bite the bullet and express his opinion.

Maybe you can think about it when you go back. It would be better for the patriarch who had a stroke to become poisoned and become a patriarch who "can't survive independently".

"So even if we join Noxus, we need to maintain our own military traditions. Conquest and glory are the greatest spirits of Noxus. We also have the same desire for conquest and glory, and we are the same in spirit~www .novelmt.com~ We will fight for this, then we are our own, we are all Noxians,

Therefore, I don't think it is necessary to unify the army, it is not conducive to management, and it will also throw away the military tradition of our rocky tribe, and then on the issue of tribes, I suggest that each tribe divides a piece of self in the immortal fortress Managed areas so that conflicts do not arise. "

After listening to the opinion of the big elder of the Stone Tribe, Stendall's right eyelid jumped, and he always felt that the middle-aged man with two ponytails sitting opposite him regarded him as their patriarch.

Perhaps a proper funeral should be arranged for this great elder, the kind of idiot engraved on the tombstone.

"Let's not talk about the issue of tribal autonomy. If you say that the military tradition of the Shishi tribe is 'fighting like a stone', I can understand your opinion that you want to keep the military tradition, but your military tradition seems to be ' Throwing the stone in your hand at the enemy', why do you keep this? Are you throwing stones at the enemy?"

After being choked by Stendall, the big elder of the Stubborn Stone Tribe blushed and slapped the table hard. The two ponytails were twisted up, and the man explained in a frantic manner.

"The reason we threw stones before was because we didn't have enough iron! A knife is more practical for the Horde to cut flesh than to cut people! We joined Noxus to... don't we have weapons? How can we continue to throw stones? You are making excuses!"

The quarrel grew louder.

Outside the half-open door of the conference room, Nadalz withdrew his foot, patted his smooth forehead, and turned to leave.

"I don't seem to have been there for a long time with the eldest wife. A real man can't favor one over another..."