League of Legends Millennium Warlord

At the gate of Fidelet's east city, Hina, who was disguised as Leicester, was walking out of the city in silence.

Morris followed behind Hina and asked softly.

"Master, have you really made a decision?"

"Well, everything is entrusted to you. Even if Fidelet is destroyed... at least some kindling must be preserved. Brother Leicester told me that he will come back one day. Although I am weak, I can't protect the emerald collar. Brother Lester must be left with the possibility of making a comeback... Our last hope is under the Goriel Mountains. As long as we are still alive, this war between man and God will not stop, and hatred will drive us to do more things .”

Xina turned around, and Morris quickly knelt down on one knee, but was gently pulled up by Xina.

"Uncle Morris, you watched me grow up, and you are also the most loyal subordinate selected by Brother Lester himself, the person I trust the most, and now I can only rely on you."

"Owner……"

"I will procrastinate for as long as possible and go according to the plan. I am afraid that even if 'Leicester' is tried, God's lackeys will not stop."

Watching Hina leave, Morris clenched his fists and turned around.

Hector, Dimaster, and Diedist appeared from the corner of the street and gathered beside Morris. Except for Nosley, who was still a housewife in Demacia, the first generation chosen by Lester The Blades of Night meet again.

Morris lowered his voice after handing over the three different secret letters just written and the power emblem of the Emerald Leader to the three of them.

"Old fellows, time is running out, I wish we could see each other one day."

...

During the operation of the Blade Killer of the Night, all soldiers and generals who were still in charge of law and order were forcibly recruited. The important talents and powerful family members of the War Workshop in the Southern District, including Zilam and Trisley in the fortress, etc. , all boarded the carriage going south, preparing to go to the south coast of the mainland to take refuge through the Shimmering Silver Mountain Range,

Another group of important craftsmen went all the way north under the arrangement of the Night Blade Killer, preparing to build a new stronghold in the Atlan ruins below the Geril Mountains. Can't do much more.

If the gods insist on obliterating everything, then no amount of effort will be futile, and it is simply impossible to evacuate the hundreds of thousands of people in Fidelet.

Hina can only do what she can.

Quietly walking out of the city gate, everyone was attracted by the envoy Simond at this moment. Hina was about to announce her existence, but her mouth was blocked by a sudden palm, and she was forcibly pulled to the corner of the gate.

Before Xina mobilized her divine power to fight back, she heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

"This is my business, don't interfere, let them explain the rest, just nod when you understand."

Hina stared wide-eyed at the familiar man who 'hostaged' her. Except for her gray complexion, black tattoos on both sides of his cheeks and tear moles at the corners of his eyes, the man looked exactly like Lester, and soon Hina The shock turned into surprise, and after glancing at the three women with very different styles, Hina nodded vigorously.

"very good."

Hina, who was let go by the man, took off her mask and was about to hug the man in front of her, but was pushed away by the man's shoulder.

The brunette froze directly, she was seriously hurt by this simple act.

"I'm Liszt, not Leszt, don't come close to me, I'm not used to hugging strangers."

"But...but..."

"Virnes, stop her."

"yes."

Seeing that the man was about to leave, the distraught Hina wanted to follow, but Vernes stopped her with her hand.

"Master, he has made his own choice, let him go. As for the matter of his amnesia, we will tell you slowly. Let me briefly introduce myself. Her name is Soraka, and she is a prophet from Shurima. She is a warrior from Ionia named Huanxue, and I am the master's maid and bodyguard from the North Sea, you can call me Vernis."

"Brother Lester... What happened to him? What does amnesia mean?"

Vernes sighed.

"That's a long story..."

...

"Step aside."

"Stay out of the way."

Pulling away the bewildered soldier who stood in front of him, Leicester walked all the way, and the shadow crossbowmen soldiers on both sides seemed to recognize the identity of the person who came. People who are not easy to mess with get out of the way.

Aware of the commotion behind him, Epsol, who was riding a tiger, turned around, but what he saw was an unexpected man.

"My lord!?"

"Um."

Not knowing the surprised general in front of him, Lester waved his hands, not planning to say anything, but saw Epsol take the initiative to kneel on one knee, holding the hilt of his sword with his left hand, and clenched his right fist in front of his chest.

The soldiers who rarely saw Leicester's real appearance from the actions of the legion commander also completely confirmed the identity of the visitor and saluted one after another.

"My lord!"

A little annoyed by such a battle, Lester didn't bother to pay attention, and left Epsol by mistake. The man chose to move forward, approaching the dangerous big bald head.

When Lester came to a position more than ten meters away from Simond, the last ray of light disappeared on the other side of the mountain, and the sky dimmed.

"Lester, are you ready for trial?"

Seeing Leicester, Simond, who was a little surprised, had to stop preparing to attack Fidelet.

"A motherless child who looks like a marinated egg, who do you want to judge?"

The beautiful language echoed in the air, and neither Simond nor the soldiers of the Emerald Collar could react.

Is there something wrong with this lord?

While Simond was choked and speechless, Lester jumped straight into the deep pit. The blond woman was still in a coma like a bruised swan. When she came to the woman, Lester grabbed her hand and started Enter life energy.

After finally suppressing the evil fire in his heart, Simond, who was about to make a move, was not going to waste any more time, but received the master's intervention again.

[Let him heal Kyle, no interference is allowed]

Lester, who got more time, quickly recovered Misha's injuries. The woman opened her eyes, looked blankly at the expressionless man in front of her, and murmured.

"Lester..."

"Just wake up."

Letting go of Misha's hand, Lester turned and left without hesitation. The cold attitude made the woman's heart ache, and there was nowhere to vent her grievances. What I said to her when.

Does he really understand this man?

The other half jumped out of the deep pit, and Lester stretched his muscles and stared at Simond coldly.

"Judge this and that every day, hehe, you can't even be a man, isn't it fun to be someone else's dog?"

"you wanna die!!!"