League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Master Wanderer, are there bad guys coming?"

After taking a bath by the river, it was getting dark. Xiao Shuihua, who was holding a coral staff, sat on the edge of the bed and lowered her voice, watching worriedly at the man who silently wiped his gun.

Every time a man does this, it means that danger is coming, and life on land is far more dangerous than she imagined.

For Xiaoshuihua who walked out of the Sea of ​​​​Conquerors, apart from all kinds of interesting experiences on land, the most impressive thing is that all kinds of malice emerge one after another, being protected and protected by Leicester all the way. With this, Xiao Shuihua also deepened her trust in men.

Different from being at a loss at the beginning, after growing up, Xiao Shuihua has been able to face these terrible things independently, and killing is not yet possible, but it is still possible to bravely expel the enemy with magic.

"After all, this is a place outside the law, and troubles are inevitable. For some people, they will not understand what pain is without bleeding."

Standing the cold iron spear against the wall, Lester picked up the sharp enchanted oricynic mechanical bow produced by the Emerald Collar War Workshop, and sorted out the quiver and arrow clusters that matched the mechanical bow.

Enough time allows him to learn a lot, such as how to use the special magic steel mechanical bow to shoot three deadly arrows within one second.

"It's just some small roles, you can sleep peacefully, I can handle them soon."

"Master Wanderer, please be careful, come back safely, I will wait for you here."

He came to the bedside and kissed Xiao Shuihua lightly, and Lester squeezed Shark Girl's hand.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Thirty minutes later, Xiao Shuihua widened her eyes vigilantly, and Yu Nu hid in a corner holding a staff, ready to cast spells to repel intruders at any time, but saw a man she was very familiar with walking in.

Putting down the mechanical bow, Lester smiled softly.

"If those people are not stupid, they should be able to calm down for a while."

"So, er, shall we continue to sleep?"

"What do you think? Little fool."

...

In the eastern waters of the Shurima continent, the large islands across the Sea of ​​Conquerors have long been reduced to shipwreck graves and forbidden areas for life.

Under the influence of the curse of ruin, the Blessed Island, which once had the water of life, became a paradise for the dead, and the souls that did not enter reincarnation were tortured in the black mist forever,

Demons, cult acolytes, ghosts, ghosts and evil spirits can be seen everywhere, and the black mist that devours souls lingers and wanders above the Shadow Isles. In this barren and dead grave area, there is a yordle sitting listlessly with his head drooping. On the tombstone, the two little legs are like a dying frog caught by an old farmer.

Feeling the negative emotions emanating from the creature sitting on his head, Tombstone felt a burst of despair, wishing he could become a dead tombstone.

The yordle has a gray-purple skin that is unique to the yordle, and the big furry rabbit ears hang down on the side of the head, making the yordle like the most exquisite plush doll. The dark purple indifferent pupils hate everything in front of them.

The small black nose and frowning brows make the yordle fully reflect the gloomy temperament. A large black cloak from yordle city covers the yordle's small body, making the yordle hang his head At that time, I couldn't see my face at all, let alone drooped by my body all the time, and couldn't stretch out my short arms with long sleeves.

The blurred inscription on the tombstone can vaguely show the name of "Hestrina". What is surprising is that the yordle's shadow with a pair of eyes and a mouth, like a splashed ink painting, is twisting its body, Trying to wipe the dirt off the tombstone.

"Enough, enough, let's get dirty, anyway, I've sat down many times, and now I want to be quiet, quiet, you understand? Just, just don't make any movement, or I'll go crazy, ah , don’t want to talk, don’t want to code words, whatever.”

Shrugging his shoulders, the yordle's shadow gave up wiping the tombstone, and obediently returned to the ground with his hips akimbo to do his own job. This made the sullen yordle look a lot better. Despair smoothly turned into world-weariness.

"Woo woo woo~~~"

Unable to bear this terrible despair any longer, a dark green female ghost floated out from the tombstone, covering her face and crying loudly. With less than a shred of nostalgia for the world, it is obvious that he was tortured enough by the yordles.

"Okay ok, this is your place, I'm leaving, wait, why am I talking to a ghost?"

Jumping off the headstone, the yordle walked away from the irritating cry with small steps.

"Ah, it's so troublesome, Black Shadow, you can carry me away, wherever you want, as long as you don't get discovered by Uncle Mirty, I'm really fed up with Uncle Mirty's smirk and tears, Yordle spirit has always been so stupid ?"

Arriving at the entrance of the burial area, the yordle sat down on his shadow. The shadow opened his eyes wide and graciously lifted the yordle to float in a certain direction.

The soul callers, spirit eaters, fox spirits, candlelighters, and ghosts along the way stood there in a daze, and the ghosts and ghosts of Shadow Island felt the same breath on a black shadow that flashed by quickly, and they were sure it was "myself" After the person', the dangerous evil spirit hidden in the black mist shifted his gaze away again, and made way for his island members. Generally speaking, unless it is a particularly dangerous evil spirit, it will not actively attack or Disturbing other creatures on the Shadow Isles is something yordles like about it.

Leaving the burial area and walking along the street all the way, I don't know how long it took. The yordles saw a huge dark green building, which looked like something surrounded by several large square tombstones. The gloomy atmosphere here Makes her comfortable, except there seems to be a big, dumb guy at the door.

"Go there."

The black shadow was a little puzzled, pointed at the prison-like building with his dark fingers, and scratched his head.

"right."

After two sentences, the yordle closed his eyes tiredly and began to doze off.

Under the circumstances that the master couldn't see it, the black shadow nodded vigorously, accelerated its movement speed and drifted towards the prison.

At the entrance of the Nether Prison, the Destroyer is four meters tall and as strong as a little giant, guarding the door with a ferocious beheading axe. Seeing an unknown creature attacking quickly, the Destroyer roared, and the fire of the soul burned violently. The gatekeeper raised the beheading ax aloft,

The black shadow flickered away, and the Destroyer was stunned, staring blankly at the empty front, there is no unknown creature.

Rubbing the burning eyes of the soul, the cruel big man reconfirmed that there was nothing there, and then the big ax fell back gently. In his self-satisfaction, he continued to wait to kill any living beings who broke into the prison. This is the order of the warden. He has to be the best.

In the depths of the Nether Prison, the tireless scribes of the dead souls are crawling in front of the stone table to record the origins of various treasures for their masters. Years of fear and writing work have allowed the scribes of the dead souls to retain the fearful appearance of the skull, just like The murder mask in Scream looks a little funny.

In order to use the soul bone pen with black magic added, the scribe's finger bones are extremely thick, and his lower body floats in the air like a genie in Aladdin's magic lamp. The scribe is writing quickly in the magic tome.

As a soul escaped from the lantern prison, the scribe has already forgotten everything during the years of soul torture, and the only remaining part is how to wield the pen, or how to please and fear the master.

"Talara~Talara~"

The ecstasy chains are drawn across the cold, hard and gorgeous Hylia floor tiles, and the deadly sickle is shining with a dark green edge.

Under the erosion of the black mist and death, even the pure white and holy jade-like floor tiles have turned into a dark green that frightens all living beings.

At the other end of the chain is a tower-shaped soul-locking lamp. The green light spots that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye flicker with the swinging lantern. Ears are pricked up to listen, as if you can hear the elegy of the soul.

The owner of the lantern is a skeleton burning in the flames of the soul. A ferocious black iron jailor armor protects the skeleton of the body. The exposed skull is twisted and has three inverted and curved bone spurs like the horns of a devil. The flames of the burning soul never stop, and the mouth of the skeleton is always filled with a cruel and evil smile of satisfaction.

"My dear scribe, it's time to tell you about my latest collection, are you ready?"

It was obviously in the state of a skeleton, but it made a feminine voice of a human male.

The warden swung the lantern in his hand, and a green spot of light floated out of the lantern, surrounding the skeleton.

Nodding tremblingly, the ghostly scribe's face showed even more fear, and he didn't dare to neglect for a moment. The fear from the depths of his soul made the scribe's soul fire falter, almost extinguished.

Nodding in satisfaction, the warden of the Nether Prison gently pinched the green light spot, like pinching an ant that has been playing with for a long time.

Seeing the warden look away from him, the clerk finally felt an illusory sense of security.

The lantern was swaying, and amid the sound of the iron chains clashing, the warden began the story he had created himself.

"My friend, allow me to tell you the story of Wallas.

It was a very bright morning, and the farmer Wallas was working hard in the field. A black mist hidden in the ghost ship discovered him, and rewritten his fate after approaching the shore, allowing him to obtain A more perfect ending than the original fate.

Like those ignorant cultivators in Hailiya, he has a perfect family. His father and mother have given him care and love since he was a child. Two brothers and a younger sister are close. Brothers and friends are respectful, mothers are kind and sons are filial.

A humble farmer has a beautiful and loyal wife, an excellent son and a beautiful and lovely daughter, a beautiful countryside, free from any disasters, wars, the beauty is like a... the most perfect fairy tale~

My friend, in fairy tales there is always a thoughtful demon who makes a difference in the life of the main character, and so should Wallas's life, since there is no demon to choose him, then I have to choose him, less How could the devil become the protagonist of the story? "

There was a pause in the magic tome, and the scribe trembled in the soft voice of the warden.

"It all started with an early return. Wallas discovered that his wife was not at home. Only the youngest son and youngest daughter were tied together in the messy home. Looking at the frightened expressions on the children's faces, our protagonist Wallas understood in an instant...his wife was kidnapped by someone else, oh, this is really a sad story, bad guys always like to prey on women and children."

"The beautiful woman who waited at home for her husband to return, who worked so hard to prepare dinner for her husband and children, fell into the hands of the most notorious of bandits... don't think of me like that my friend, I just, by some means, a little... for Those bandits just pointed the way, but it’s still a despicable human nature to do all of this...My friend, pick up your pen, because the story will continue, and although we all have a lot of time, we can’t waste it like this.”

With a bang, the bone pen fell to the ground, and the clerk quickly picked it up again, and he was relieved when he saw that the warden who was on his head was not angry.

"Volas was very angry. His face was livid and his eyes were blazing. After untying the child, the man picked up the woodcutter at home and followed his son's instructions to a place, which was the coast. He thought The bandits did tie their wives to the shore, but is that really the case?

Of course~ no~

Wallas went to the coast, but there was nothing there. After the man returned home, he realized from his son that his son had deceived him. The fearful son had sold his most precious courage to the terrible bandit uncle, and betrayed him. I left it to my father and mother, but the little daughter was too scared to say anything, and turned into a cute little fool~

When Wallas came to the warehouse mentioned by his son in despair, the farmer's beautiful wife had become cold, and the humiliated corpse was like a blooming beautiful picture scroll, outlining a touch of anger in the man's heart , not only angry at his own powerlessness, but also angry at his son deceiving himself and killing his mother.

The bandits are gone, the wife is dead, and life goes on, the man thinks, until he falls asleep at night and hears his wife's wailing... My friend, I swear, it's a joy And the pleasant voice, under my comfort, he finally understood that his wife's departure...was not a coincidence, hehehehe~~~. "

The speaking warden took out the second spot of light from the lantern, which seemed to have opened some restrictions. The second spot of light sent out a soul-like cry of a woman, full of blood, tears and pain of the voice-maker, mourning The sad, resentful whining sound echoed in the prison, mixed with the hatred and anger that Wallas didn't come to save him.

"It's such a beautiful and pleasant voice, isn't it? I swear, she is absolutely beautiful. Whether she is alive or dead, she is breathtakingly beautiful."

The crying and cursing sounds of collapse stopped abruptly, the second spot of light was retracted, and the first spot of light began to flicker violently, but the warden continued in an ups and downs tone like playing music, as if he didn't see it.

"Since then, he has been haunted by a sudden black mist. This great story lasted for ten years.

The elderly father was killed at home, the mother committed suicide in despair because of grief, the son felt guilty for killing his mother, and strangled his stupid younger sister to death under my guidance...

Every time we see the black mist, our protagonist Wallas will hear the crisp and pleasant sound of the chains. In contrast, he will always lose some precious things in the black mist. The sound of the chains colliding becomes our protagonist. The most frightening sound.

My friend, no matter what it is, as long as it lasts three times in a row, it will form a habit that is difficult to change. This is the experience I have summed up. When I was still alive, I used my experience to develop a habit A dog that eats people for meat. After many people were bitten, the group of foolish elders of Hailiya decided to kill dogs. This is why they are so stupid that they let the Kamavians slaughter them. It is ridiculous Well, until the butcher's knife comes to their heads, they still can't learn what cruelty is...

Everything I say is the irrefutable truth, my friend, it is important to remember this, to write this down. "

The light of the soul begins to flicker,

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

Father, mother, wife, son, daughter, brother, brother, sister...

Laughter, cries, roars, cries of despair...

The indescribable voices blended together into ghost cries, making one's soul feel like falling into an ice cave.

The soul light spots floated out of the lantern one by one, and surrounded the warden with painful and desperate wailing sounds. In the sound of the chains colliding, the warden finally let go of the first soul light spot. In the voice of the protagonist Vola Amidst the bitter cries of Si, the story was drawn to a close with satisfied laughter,

Surrounded by eight of his own family, Volras was cursed because he had brought the demon in chains and killed them all.

Being in hell, the scribe once again recalled his time in the lantern. He knew that this was the warden's torture to him, not only Wallas, but also the protagonist in his mouth.

Even though he had forgotten a lot of things, the scribe did not forget that he was not willing to become an accomplice of an evil spirit at all, but he had no choice.

"On the night when I killed my mad son with my own hands, I came to Volas, cut open his chest with a hook and sickle, took out his heart, and hooked out his soul. In the movie, I let him re-experience the suffering of his family, and he finally understood that in this world, everyone has their own ending, and his ending is the ending that every protagonist will have."

Nine light spots surrounded the warden's finger bones, flashing beautiful green streamers, shining like diamonds.

"After all the heart-wrenching tragedies, they are finally reunited, reunited forever, never to be separated, living forever in their new home, with the rest of the protagonists..."

The soul light spots flew back into the lantern, countless soul light spots accepted the despair light spots, the desperate soul elegy disappeared from the ears, the scribe put down the bone pen, and in the sudden silence, the story record of the collection was completed .

The scroll was slowly closed, the sound of the chains became smaller and smaller, and the sound of heavy footsteps gradually faded away.

"There will be many more stories, and more great works are still waiting for me to discover, my friend, in this beautiful paradise, we... have plenty of time."