League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Epee swinging, long-distance running, short-distance sprinting, combat training...

Participated in open selection during the day, and lived in the military camp at night to sleep in separate beds with fellow robes.

The selection of combat comprehensive training lasted for five days. At dusk on the fifth day, the exhausted candidate soldiers finally ended the first selection under the order of veteran Invis Dabis.

There were fewer and fewer people around Kraken. In the end, there were 16 people who stayed in front of the selection officers and veterans. The other 74 people were eliminated and kept in the Demacian First Army.

The overly harsh selection conditions shocked all Demacians, and they also gained a new understanding of the fighting power and the supreme glory of the Steel Swordsmen Legion.

On the sixth day, the sixteen soldiers who stood out were brought to talk by Garvin Dalke, and they rehearsed numerous awards for the Steel Swordsmen Corps.

On the seventh day, on the training ground open to the people of Demacia.

Hundreds of Demacians quietly watched the sixteen most powerful soldiers in the history of Demacia behind the Legionnaires, witnessing the birth of the strongest Legion in Demacia.

The itchy scar-faced veteran has disappeared, and the one who appeared before the sixteen is the highest consul of Demacia, Galvin Dark.

"You are the best soldiers in Demacia, the elite of the elite."

Moving slowly between the soldiers standing in two rows with their chests raised and their heads raised, Garvin Darke's voice was full of majesty.

"There are 523 people in the First Demacian Corps (including logistics and training militia), 64 people participated in the selection of the Steel Swordsmen Corps through internal nomination, and 64 people participated in the selection of the Steel Swordsmen Corps through external nominations. Twenty-eight people, a total of 92 people participated in the selection."

The nervous Kraken held his breath for a moment, and felt a sigh of relief when he felt Jarvin Dark, who has the highest power in Demacia, walk behind him.

"The ninety-two are the best among the five hundred and twenty-three Demacian warriors, and you are the stronger among the ninety-two, the strongest among the strong! You are the well-deserved pillars of the Demacian nation!"

Looking at the stalwart man from the corner of his eyes, a fire ignited in the chests of the soldiers present.

The hardships and hardships he once suffered seemed to disappear completely at this moment.

"The Demacian Steel Swordsmen Legion will become the pride of Demacia, the sharpest sword in Demacia! The strongest shield! Tell me loudly! Do you have the confidence to defend the glory of Demacia with your life?"

"Demacia! One heart! Demacia! Justice will prevail!!"

"Okay!"

Returning to the front of the crowd, Gavin Dark raised the scepter in his hand high in the oath of sixteen people.

"Give a sword!"

The sixteen people fell to the ground on one knee according to the long-arranged process, with their waists straight and their eyes straight ahead.

A legionnaire held a gorgeous and beautiful Demacian dense silver sword on the hands of sixteen people, and the dense silver sword was solemnly held up by powerful hands.

"Raise the sword!"

In the dignified voice of Garvin Dalk, the sixteen people stood up with steel swords in their hands, clasped their hands tightly, stretched out their arms, stood the steel swords upright on the centerline of their chests, and looked straight ahead with resolute eyes.

"Grant armor!"

The pavé-silver-inlaid iron leather armor with a blue cape was directly worn on everyone's body by the Legionnaires who were double-teamed at the front and back. Gavin Darke frowned at the unattractive pavé-silver inlaid iron leather armor.

"Vibrate Armor!"

The sixteen soldiers took a step forward, put their swords in front of the right chest with both hands, and quickly stood up.

"Swear an oath!"

"Brave and fearless! I will not retreat until death! The steel sword will not be broken! Glory to the strong city!"

"Jun~Success!!"

"Oh oh oh oh!!!!"

The Demacian people started cheering and pouring out joy.

Surrounded by the eager gazes of hundreds of people, Kraken stared at the steel sword placed on his right chest, but on the cutting edge of the sword, he saw a pretty face as gentle as the first snow.

At this time, is she watching herself?

……

Jade Collar, the humble underground headquarters of the Nightblade Killer.

Because there happened to be granite veins underground, the digging and construction work of the building masons was much easier. Under Lester's advice, a dozen or so building masons settled down directly underground, commanding more than 30 emerald collars. The people excavate and expand the bunkers every day.

Although the speed is slow, there is progress every day, which is much better than the lord castle.

The coarsely mined granite stone has been carefully polished and cut into pieces of granite square bricks, making the dark underground space more clean and tidy, at least no longer the cavemen at the beginning.

The extra stone and earth are also stored in the warehouse near the lord's mansion as backup building materials for the subsequent construction of the lord's castle.

After arranging a few nightblade killers to continue to **** the logging camp in Silent Forest, Morris returned to the dark underground again and lived in his new room.

The room that was unfinished before I left last time has already taken shape.

There are black iron hoops on the granite stone bricks, and under the hoops there is a concave ash tray, which is used to accept the burned ash and dripping grease.

A bright torch was inserted into the hoop, illuminating the dark room and dispelling the darkness.

There are two air vents on the ceiling, which are connected to the surface after a complicated system of changing lanes, and provide a steady stream of fresh air for the underground.

The room is neither too big nor too small, at least in Morris's opinion, a single room can fit a single bed, a lockable cabinet, a table and a chair, and nothing more. significance.

Lying on the wooden bed covered with cotton pads, Morris stared at the bright ceiling ~www.novelmt.com~ in a daze.

"Dong dong dong~ Are you there?"

"Enter."

Sitting up from the bed, the wooden door fitted with iron sheets had been opened, and a hippie smiling face walked in.

He still can't change it, but he doesn't need to change it.

"Is something wrong?"

"have."

The upright appearance was destroyed by the strange expression, and the smiling man was not polite, sitting on the wooden chair with his legs crossed on Morris's table.

Morris frowned.

"Looking for something?"

"Something happened."

Hecht took out a small wooden box from his bosom, squeezed a handful of brown grass blades and threw it into his mouth, squinting and chewing carefully, enjoying it.

Morris knew that the brown blade of grass was a micro-poisonous plant unique to Tranquility Forest. It had anesthesia effect. It was called 'Yuezibai', and it was addictive. The next piece of skin Hector came out of the Silent Forest and began to chew on the white leaves of the moon.

"I heard that the lord is looking for you?"

Too lazy to look at Hector, Morris lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

"right."

Feeling the comfort in his brain, Hecht shivered, a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

"Going?"

"Um."

With a positive answer, Hecht put his legs down from the table and walked to the bedside, his fingers began to tremble.

"I'm going."

"have you."

"time?"

"Wait."

"Wait?"

Opening his eyes, he stared at the face that looked like an evil spirit under the firelight. Morris grinned, and his facial muscles began to twist.

"Wait."