League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"I smell cowardice from your soul. A cowardly person chooses to take a sword and let the evil spirit successfully parasitize. No matter in the past or in the future, you are just a loser. No matter how many times you reincarnate, how many times you reincarnate, the result will be nothing. Never change, you're a coward..."

Attacked by the vicious words of the messenger of the underworld, Duolong lowered his head in pain, and his already severely damaged soul began to flicker.

"Wolf! Enough!"

At some point, Yang Ling, who had stopped, had already come to Wolf Spirit's side, with a sad expression on his face.

"This is our duty and the meaning of our existence. I originally thought that you could understand...but you vented your anger on an innocent soul."

"sheep……"

Staring at the sheep in front of him, the wolf took two steps back, opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say, and then slowly closed it. He found that he had no position to complain.

From the beginning to the end, it is only the sheep who are leading and giving everything. It is the sheep who plan and execute the mission of the mother of the mask, and I can only assist the sheep in the battle.

The hardest part has always been done by the sheep. This time, it was the sheep who persuaded the human being who was tainted with the breath of the sheep and saved Doron's soul. If you want to say what you paid, the most painful thing is probably the sheep. What qualifications do I have to insinuate dissatisfaction with sheep by complaining to human souls?

"sheep……"

The bewildered wolf was about to cry, but the next moment, the sheep hugged the wolf's head tenderly.

Yang Ling's voice was as clear and ethereal as ever, but with a little more emotion.

"hold your hand."

"Symbiosis with children."

In the embrace of the sheep, the wolf gradually calmed down.

"A sincere heart is enough to overcome everything else, everything else is vain. Our roots, although thousands of years old, no one can break..."

Duolong stared blankly at the two envoys of the underworld embracing each other in front of him. He couldn't help but recall the men and women who were always dangling in front of him before his death. The love sword that I created has long been separated from my yin and yang, so I couldn't help but sigh.

Although the memory is a bit confused, it seems that I have done something irreparable wrong...

When I came back to my senses, I had nothing left.

"[Broken Creek], he must be better than me... Forget about me and follow your new master."

It was not until the two who had confided in each other finally calmed down that Doron, who was a little lonely, continued on the road.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, an illusory, whirlpool-like door appeared in front of my eyes.

Stepping through the gray fog-like illusory door, Duolong found that the world here seemed more real than the previous world. Apart from ghost grass, there were also many unimaginable weird plants, most of which were dark gray and white in color.

Flicking over the plants in front of him, he soon noticed a figure sitting cross-legged, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

That is the back view that he will remember all his life, and that back view is called Master.

Suffocating grief welled up in his heart, and Doron, unable to cry, fell to the ground with his knees heavily, and kowtowed his head against the back without saying a word.

Not knowing whether everything in front of him was an illusion, Duolong knew that he had to do this, even if it was an illusion, it was an illusion he was willing to see.

Although he didn't hear any sound, the back suddenly stood up, looked behind him, his face was tense and solemn, and he didn't have the humble attitude when he was begging Qian Jue before.

"Doron, you're here."

The eternal hunting twins left quietly, leaving time and space for the reunited master and apprentice.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, Master, I didn't know that would kill you... I'm sorry..."

Staring at the apprentice who kowtowed to admit his mistakes, Caledro could not continue to maintain his 'majesty', and walked quietly and quickly to the front of Duolong. When Duolong raised his head, he resumed his calm and slow manner. Keeping the pace of a master at all times, when he came to Duolong, Kalezhuo finally put his hand on Duolong's head and stroked it a few times, just like when he was young, he confided his grievances to himself.

He knew that when his apprentice was down, he liked how he comforted him.

He did the same when he broke the wooden knife.

The man in front of him looked tall and big, but he was just a child after all. Sure enough, it was right for me to wait for him here. The 23 years of sitting withered was not meaningless...

"Master actually doesn't blame you. It's the master's fault that he didn't let you know when to use the sword-killing move. The master knows that you just want to surprise the master. Your talent in the way of the sword, the master understands that you don't need to use it." What to prove, Master has always understood that you are the best."

Pulling up Doron who was kneeling on the ground, Caledro proudly raised his head.

"After all, you are my favorite disciple, so how can you not understand your talent? In less than 20 years, your achievements in swordsmanship have already surpassed the master's more than 40 years of practice. As a master, I know it clearly.

Master didn't take your deadly sword, not because I didn't react, but because I really couldn't take it. As a swordsman, I died under such an amazing sword. Master has nothing to humiliate, but for you Proud, the style of that sword, you are far better than me, I just regret that I left too early, I didn't see your higher achievements, also, I hurt you, and let the world lose a swordsman... "

"Woo woo woo..."

Although he couldn't see the tears, Caledro knew that his disciple was crying, so he couldn't help but patted the disciple's shoulder, and said in a deep voice with earnestness.

"Let him pass everything in the past, Duolong, life is impermanent, fate is full of misfortunes, and today, it is not what you and I want.

Time flies like a white horse. For swordsmen like me, the length of life is not important. What is important in a person's life is to live a wonderful life.

In the first half of my life, I, Kaleido, created my own sword-killing swordsmanship. I have been in Ionia for more than 20 years.

In the second half of my life, I accepted you as an apprentice. The daily swordsmanship professors will get twice the result with half the effort. It’s just that I suffered because of obsession, wandering alone for more than twenty years, wasting my life in vain..."

"Whoa whoa whoa!!!!"

Duolong hugged the man in front of him vigorously, only feeling that the sadness came from it, which could not be cut off.

In the shadows, Yang Ling and Wolf Ling looked at the pure-hearted master and apprentice, and were also a little moved.

"Sheep, before we put on the mask, did we ever love each other and depend on each other for life and death?"

His right hand brushed the wool on his chest, the fingertips seemed to still have the residual warmth of a human being, and the sheep spirit's voice was very soft.

"The love between you and me has never changed."

...

underworld.

The blue-gray rough sand rolls with the wind, and the messy whispers appear and disappear. This is a wasteland of the soul, and there is nothing but dead silence.

Duolong followed Caledro, and Caledro followed behind the masked twins. A group of two people and two spirits left the underworld and came to a deeper place together.

This is the world belonging to the dead, called [Underworld].

The end of the mist is still mist. Even though Duolong and Callezhuo were extremely determined, they felt a little uneasy when they embarked on the unknown journey of the underworld amidst irritated and evil whispers.

A few looming silhouettes emerged from a distance, and then quickly disappeared.

As a native of Ionia, Doron has a very powerful master, so he naturally knows the legend about the mother of the mask in Ionia.

What Duolong cares about is that logically speaking, the underworld should belong to the domain of the mother of the mask, and it should be the most safe, but the fact is that after coming to the underworld, the god of death wearing a mask, the messenger of the underworld, bows and rides. Arrow, showing sharp teeth, became more vigilant.

Neither walking nor speaking, just observing the surrounding environment full of killing intent.

Doron looked in the direction of the masked spirit, but he found nothing but mist and gravel.

He didn't understand what the masked spirit was waiting for, what enemy he was wary of.

According to Duolong's estimate, after waiting for a few minutes, the fog began to surge, and a white-gray path appeared in front of him.

"Go, lost souls, your path is ahead."

Seeing the trail appear, Yang Ling was obviously relieved, and waved his hands to the two souls who bowed their heads to thank him.

After the two souls walk through the trail, they will directly arrive at the domain of the Mother of the Mask. This is considered to be a mission, but the wolf is a little puzzled why the sheep has not left. Although they are not afraid of the enemies of the underworld, they do not want to live longer somethin'.

"Wolf, I need to meet the Mother of Masks, and you also need to go to Noxus to capture souls, you should leave first."

Guessing that the sheep spirit might want to report something to the mother of the mask, the wolf walked through the tunnel and left the underworld without thinking too much.

After the wolf left, the sheep set foot on the still gray trail and disappeared into the thick fog.

...

The great will floats in the mist, creating a strange picture.

Just like the Milky Way, numerous souls hover around the tall body of hundreds of meters, forming countless light blue soul light belts,

The tall master hunched over and sat cross-legged on the ground, wearing a yellow-brown robe made of ghost grass. His purple-gray slender hands kept fiddled with the light blue souls close to his limbs, and some souls disappeared. Some souls are strengthened instead, and then slowly disappear,

A huge mask covers the face of the owner of the body, and the eternal blue soul light flickers from the two holes in the mask,

At a certain moment, a white-gray path extended into the absolutely safe area. The huge mask turned his head and looked at the two new souls, as well as his most reliable creation, the most intelligent And the masked spirit with abilities—[Mirror Claw] (Qian Jue's name in front of the Mother of Masks).

The soul that has fallen into rest will gradually eliminate the memory and soul impurities of the previous life in a slow circle. The mother of the mask just made a soul mark on another person who has passed the test and has not been marked, and then ignores it. A soul returned to the long river of souls and began to float,

Although there are not many people who are marked in this way, there are quite a few, and it takes extra energy to deal with each one. Even the mother of masks can hardly do both.

"Mirrorpaw, my daughter, come here."

The deep Ouchen language echoed in the field, and the white-gray path slowly disappeared,

Yang Ling nodded and came to the feet of the Mother of Masks.

Compared with her mother, she is as small as an insignificant dust, not even as high as her mother's toes.

"Mother."

There was not much respect in the daughter's tone, but the mother's movements were extraordinarily gentle.

Putting down the work in hand, the mother of the mask deliberately freed her left hand for her daughter, and when her daughter jumped onto her left hand, she held it in front of her with a soft tone.

"Mirror Claw, my favorite daughter, is as busy as you, it's rare to see her."

Kneeling on one knee in the palm of the Mother of the Mask, Yang Ling lowered his head.

"Mom, I want to mark a soul that has just been sent. Her name is Xiyue, and she is also a special soul that you have marked, Mom."

The mother of the mask did not directly agree.

"My daughter, her soul is guarded by [Xie Xiao], so you don't have to do anything extra."

The so-called [Virtual Spirit Evil Owl], the eagle-headed human body, is the last masked spirit created by the mother of masks, and it is also the nightmare of other masked spirits. spirit.

Void spirit evil owl is the most feared existence of other masked spirits, and is the god of death among the gods of death.

Although the Void Spirit and Evil Owl are terrifying, although the Yang Ling respects them, they are never afraid.

His complexion remained unchanged, but Mirror Claw's tone was very firm.

"Xiyue's soul mark is the price for me to regain Doron's soul, mother, please give me Xiyue's soul."

Hearing the undoubted tone in Mirror Claw's tone, the Mother of the Mask hesitated, but listened to Yang Ling continue.

"Mom, I have already established contact with the soul from outside the territory. Xiyue is the most important link. We must not give up all our efforts. Perhaps this spirit from outside the territory is the key to resisting the Lord of the Underworld."

Finally convinced the mother of the mask, as the right hand of the mother of the mask unfolded, a light blue soul floated in the long river of souls, and landed in the palm of her hand, with a vaguely material face, it was Xiyue.

The imprint belonging to Xie Xiao was forcibly erased, the mother of the mask said in a low voice.

"My daughter, she will be handed over to you."

Nodding, Yang Ling jumped onto his right hand and planted his own Qianjue imprint on Xiyue's soul.

In this way, the deal between her and that foreign soul was completed, and there was no need to continue to stay in the domain of the Mother of Masks. Her 'mother' was very busy, and so was she.

When Xiyue's soul returned to Changhe again, Yang Ling bid farewell to the mother of the mask, left the domain of the mother of the mask, and returned to the wasteland of the underworld.

Each teleport will appear in a different location.

Different from the calmness at the beginning, the wasteland of the underworld at this moment is a bit more chilling.

As soon as he came out, Yang Ling raised the spirit bow in his hand, bent like a full moon, and shot three arrows directly into the distance.

Five ghost knights of the underworld wearing dark ancient armor and holding spears and riding halberds indifferently raised their one-handed round shields. The knights rode ghost horses refined from the souls of low-level slaves, forming the simplest form. The wedge-shaped cavalry formed a desperate attack on the sheep spirit with the violent momentum of thousands of troops.

The horse's hooves lightly stepped on the loose soul sand, but the speed increased rapidly. Obviously, the laws of the underworld are completely different from the laws of the material realm.

The three death arrows that could kill any soul of the dead in seconds, and severely wounded the consciousness of the living hit two ghost knights, and even the ghost horse under their crotch, lost their souls in a violent howl.

The other Arrow of Rebirth was blocked by the headed plate cavalry general with a round shield. A mourning skeleton face appeared on the shield, and then dissipated together with the Arrow of Rebirth.

"It's the Twins of Eternal Hunting, she's left alone, catch her! (Lachen language, derived from Ouchen language, a language of the underworld created by the lord of the underworld, Morde Kaiser, lost after being castrated by the lord of the underworld. The law of power that comes with Ouchen language retains the function of making ghosts communicate.)”

In just a few breaths, the tall ghost knight rushed in front of Yang Ling, and slashed off the weapon in his hand. All movements were silent, but extremely oppressive.

With a roll to avoid the two soul lances and the leading lance, Yang Ling bent his bow again and shot three arrows.

The two ghost knights who didn't have time to turn their horses' heads were hit in the back of the heart, and their souls were scattered. Only the cavalry general used a halberd to block the death arrow flying towards his chest.

Seeing that the fellow warriors had died, and the possibility of him defeating the messenger of the underworld was slim, the general of the cavalry raised his halberd, burned his soul, and his momentum soared, and even the man and the horse turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the sheep spirit.

"The Avenue of Bones guides my direction! The Throne of Skull casts scarlet glory! The gate of the Immortal Court is open for me! The Dark Lord is watching my great achievements!

For the Dark Lord! For Mordekaiser!

kill! ! ! ! "

In the next chapter, the feelings of the lord of the underworld will appear, ask for a monthly ticket