League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Silver moon, silver, moon."

The silver-winged dragon bird tilted his head and looked curiously at his mate with his fingers.

At the same time, he wondered to himself, why haven't the **** come down so many times?

"Your name is Yinyue, understand?"

After countless repetitions over a long period of time, the silver-winged dragon bird barely understood that the strange syllables in his spouse's mouth were calling him, and he couldn't help but feel joy.

Come to lay eggs?

"Yes~"

Then, Lester stared blankly at Yinyue, who had initiated the communication request again, and turned her body with incomparable skill, and pouted at herself,

Fortunately, after Leicester's deliberate maintenance and cleaning, the * is a lot cleaner. In addition, the dragon bird loves to be clean, and there is no peculiar smell on the body. After all, the silver moon itself is not an ordinary dragon bird.

Silently turned around and left, Lester made a straight face.

It's like teaching a child, if you can't make him understand what he did wrong and the serious consequences of his mistakes, then he will never take you seriously, even if you are the father who gave birth to him and raised him Mother.

After waiting for a long time without moving, Yinyue turned around and saw Lester leaving the cave.

"Whoosh, woohoo~"

Yinyue was a little aggrieved, and stepped out of the cave with her hind feet. After realizing that her spouse's emotions had returned to the initial indifference, Long Qin lowered his head in the whining sound, as if he had done something wrong.

It is not possible to blindly use cold violence. Lester saw that Yinyue's clothes softened and his expression eased a lot. He touched Yinyue's soft chin, and while Yinyue squinted, he began to tug at Yinyue's fluff. Climb up Yinyue's neck.

During the climbing period, Yinyue was afraid that her spouse would be angry, so she dared not move. Although she didn't know what her spouse wanted to do, could it be that she wanted to lay eggs in the air?

At the position about one-third of the distance from Yinyue's head, the most slender and suitable for fixing the body, Lester lay directly on it and firmly grasped the raised scales.

Sensing the movement on her neck, Yinyue carefully turned her head and looked at it with wide eyes, but she couldn't see her spouse who was just sitting not far behind her head.

"Yinyue, I'm right here, don't be afraid."

Hearing the familiar voice, the silver-winged dragon bird's fear and anxiety were much less, and the range of movements slowed down, turning its head back.

Immediately afterwards, Lester also got into trouble.

The ride is successful, what should I do next?

You can't directly say to the beasts in human words, 'Fly quickly, lead the flight to Jadeite, just south of this mountain', only if Yinyue can understand it is a ghost.

Lester didn't understand how to make the big bird under his **** fly according to his instructions, and Yinyue didn't dare to move at will, for fear of making his spouse angry again.

In this way, one person and one beast stalemate, and outside the cave, only the cold wind whistled.

……

On the Freljord's ice field, the brutal fighting never stops for survival and scarce supplies.

Arsalon understood this, but he didn't understand why he was expelled from the tribe by the War Mother just because he wanted to marry the War Mother like other wives and end this secret relationship.

Obviously, the war mother has already married four wives, why can't she accept herself?

With a belly full of grievances, the man with long braids was coldly abandoned by the tribe and walked into the cold wasteland alone.

The order of the War Mother must never be violated. This is the tradition of the Freljord tribe for thousands of years, and it is also the real reason why the Freljord was not defeated by this barren ice... At least he thought so and obeyed of.

However, it wasn't until he stood dazedly in the cold wind that Alsalon understood what this meant.

From top to bottom, there is only a rotten wooden stick that is about to break to accompany him for a while. Fortunately, the mother-in-law remembered her old love and did not take off her fur coat and let herself walk the bird away.

Looking at the rotten wooden stick in his hand, Alsalon sighed. Perhaps the stick in his hand would be completely broken without encountering the hungry and ferocious beast.

Under the pressure of hunger and cold, the man has been gone for a long time.

Thought he would die on the cruel and cold ice field, Arsalon was fortunate to meet a male-dominated wandering group, a raiding group composed of male exiles from the tribe.

Because of the lack of the Iceborn, guided by the War Mother, as the backbone to resist the ferocious bears, hordes of snowwolves and powerful trolls, Alsalon had to follow the raiders of more than eighty men. All the way south, five years later, by robbing small settlements along the way, I stumbled to the northwest of the Urus Mountains.

Some people say that as long as you cross the steep mountains, you can reach the rich south.

The leader said that the south, which flows with milk and honey, will eventually become the hunting ground for the hunters of the north.

Everyone was convinced that the homeless climbed the mountain smoothly and stood on the top of the mountain.

Looking at the green land on the other side of the mountain, under the call of the leader of the wandering group Swak, the exiles from the Freljord grinned at the south side of the mountain.

Not far away, the quiet southern village at the foot of the mountain is burning with wisps of smoke, still unaware of the hungry wolf's gaze...

Demacian large settlement.

After years of careful construction, the original village gathering place is a bit different than before.

The white forbidden magic stone is neatly planned around the periphery, forming a rough outline. There are also many tall white marble buildings in the village where wood is used as the main building material.

The core part of it is occupied by the most powerful ethnic groups and people in power in Demacia~www.novelmt.com~ attracts many envious eyes every day, and it has also become the high standard of living that Demacia residents pursue.

In the northern mountainous area of ​​Demacia, on the mid-mountain of the Urus Mountains, there is a simple training camp specially established for the Demacian Steel Swordsmen Corps. Dedicated to serving the elite soldiers of the Demacian Steel Swordsmen Legion.

On this day, the sweaty Kraken was hitting the wooden sword stake with his wooden sword on the training ground when he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Master Kraken Swordsman!"

Putting away the heavy broad wooden sword, Kraken straightened his body and looked at the Demacian messenger in front of him with a serious expression.

"what's going on?"

The messenger with three white feathers on his head took a few breaths and gave a Demacian military salute to the captain of the Steel Swordsmen Corps in front of him, saying anxiously.

"Lord Jarvan has an order, the Steel Swordsmen Corps quickly assembled to attack, must repel the Freljord robbers attacking from the north, and help Holmes Village!"

Nodding, Kraken with a dignified face called his deputy and blew the muster whistle.

Sixteen fully-armed elite warriors quickly assembled. Kraken's first steel swordsman squad and the second swordsman team led by Nieltis were divided into four groups, each in four vehicles specially designed to carry steel. The carriage of the swordsman infantry quickly descended the mountain and drove towards the northwest.

At the same time, a large number of Demacian villagers were brutally murdered in the flaming Homs Village. The Legion Ranger Knight Sventel was facing the flying stone zipline and his companions to launch a decisive charge, delaying the robbers. aggressive footsteps.

Cruel wars always come unexpectedly.