League of Legends Millennium Warlord

He simply bid farewell to his women, wearing the light armor made by the most outstanding craftsman of Ixtar, Lester put Aatrox on his back, and sat in a four-horse carriage overnight, under the kick of horseshoes Amidst the sound, Lester was heading towards the south gate of Ixocan City. There is a port at the south gate, where you can change to a boat and go down the river, shortening the time wasted on the road.

Strictly speaking, Nascote is not in the east of Ixaocan City, but in the southeast coastal direction. The schedule for riding a fast horse is about one month, and it will be faster by boat.

After getting out of the carriage, Lester explained the situation to the soldiers guarding the city and showed the token of Queen Yuen. The soldiers quickly found a 30-year-old boatman. He has an ordinary name, but his driving skills are superb. In the words of a soldier, this old guy who knows how to use a water rope can drive a boat from the Fred River into the Watcher's Sea with his eyes closed.

Waves rippling on the river, the stars and the moon fall, the sun rises on the other side of the horizon, relying on the blessing of elemental magic, the boat sails across the waves all the way to the south as if equipped with a motor, and soon disappears at the end of the horizon .

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"Little Stone! Run!! Get out of this black mist!!! Run to Gardner Village! Run!! Don't look back!!!"

In Wollaston Village, which is adjacent to Nascote Village, the young hunter Arie Edgar was yelling at the dumbfounded little boy.

Just a few seconds ago, the little boy watched his father being swallowed by the black mist, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, just like his mother. Until now, he still has no way of understanding what happened. The little boy just stared blankly. He stared blankly at the place where his parents disappeared, longing to find those two familiar gentle faces in the black mist.

Scary ghost cries staggered from the black mist, the sky was shrouded in strange dark clouds, the fog was getting closer and closer, covering half of the village in just ten minutes, and human screams of fear were everywhere The sound and indescribable weird laughter, the young hunter Ariel knew that his time was running out.

Seeing that the little boy was still in a daze, a scream came from the billowing black mist,

bend the bow, nock the arrow,

Hunter Arie let go of the tense bowstring, and shot the most perfect arrow through the air.

The dark green ghost poked its head out of the black mist when it was pierced by hunter Ariel's air-cracking arrow. What made people desperate was that the arrow only slightly disturbed the ghost's shape, and when the arrow disappeared into the mist, the ghost appeared again. Returning to its original state, it showed the most terrifying face in its life, and let out a piercing grin.

"Brother Edgar!! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

As if deliberately playing tricks on people's hearts, the ghost did not jump at the hunter Ariel, but flew straight to the crying little stone.

Gritting his teeth tightly, Edgar instinctively shot the second arrow, but the arrow feebly passed the illusory ghost, unable to even delay the time.

It was a foregone conclusion that Xiaoshi was dragged into the terrible black mist by the ghost, and he couldn't change anything.

In frustration, Edgar, who didn't want to see the little stone lost with his own eyes, turned around and prepared to leave alone.

"Hurabuda Odong!"

Just when Edgar had just taken the first step, a strange and obscure unknown language came from the depths of the black mist. Edgar, who was sure that there would be no living people in the black mist, jumped in his heart, and instinctively looked at An arrow was shot from a certain direction, but in an instant, a white light that dispelled the black mist intersected with the arrow, and flew towards the ghost who was about to come into contact with the small stone.

"Well……"

At the same time as the muffled sound came, the terrifying ghost tried to twist its body to avoid the white light as if seeing a ghost. Unfortunately, the flying speed of the white light was far faster than the ghost imagined, and it melted into the dark green spirit body of the ghost like snow melting.

In an instant, Edgar opened his eyes wide, and the ghost would not be harmed at all. Like a mummy that was ignited, the ghost began to burn violently from the inside out, and it turned into a piece of dissipated black soot in just three seconds. , disappeared in front of my eyes.

Shocked by the scene in front of him, Little Stone stopped crying and stared blankly at the black soul ashes falling on his head. Edgar turned his head and looked at the white robe slowly walking out of the black mist. As a middle-aged man, he could see that his arrow was being inserted into the man's left arm, and the blooming blood made the holy white robe even more dazzling.

The middle-aged man with a strong body has a big black beard, a kind and gentle face, and firm eyes. He holds up the other right hand holding a 'curved short stick' to indicate that he has no malice.

"Young man, your arrows are very accurate, but ordinary arrows can't harm these evil ghosts. If you want to destroy these ghosts, you have to rely on this. Watch!"

The man in white robe who was talking waved the short stick in his right hand, and then pointed in a certain direction. The amazing short stick began to emit a dazzling white light, and another ghost who had just revealed his head was struck by the sudden holy light. Hit, reduced to ashes on the spot.

It wasn't until this time that Edgar realized that he had actually hurt the unknown strong man who could save his life. The young hunter Ariel hurriedly pulled the small stone to the front of the white-robed man, and sincerely knelt on the ground and lowered his head.

"My lord, I hurt you ignorantly. Please forgive me and let me do something for you. I have trauma medicine here, which can quickly heal the arrow wound."

Tours looked at the Ixtar hunter who was kneeling on the ground and apologized to himself, and he liked the young man in front of him more and more, whether it was the aid to the little boy just now, or his constant preparation to leave, or knowing his mistake He admitted his mistake and begged himself to forgive him, even if he didn't mention the amazing shooting talent, the Ixtar hunter in front of him was worthy of being his companion just because of his disposition.

"Boy, don't blame yourself too much. No one can do their best in such a terrible disaster. You have done a good job, which is why I am here."

Putting the holy stone weapon short spear [Kitty] in the weapon holster around his waist, Tours helped Edgar up with one hand, stroked the little boy's messy hair, and wiped away the boy's tears.

"My lord, please allow me to make up for my irreparable mistakes."

Taking out the trauma ointment he had prepared himself from the leather bag he was carrying, Edgar pointed to the arrow that hadn't been pulled out, and whispered guiltily.

"It's a good thing I didn't poison the arrow, otherwise I'm afraid I'll make a big mistake and hurt an innocent person who can save the village... My name is Edgar, he's the tailor's son Hume, I don't know what you call him ?”

Hearing this, even the well-informed Tours felt a little shivering down his spine. He could kill evil spirits and ghosts, but he couldn't conjure up an antidote. Jia's talent seems to be beyond his imagination.

Injuring oneself through blind shooting is simply not something that ordinary people can do.

Perhaps only such people can curb the increasingly active black mist and make the staid sect make some dynamic changes.

Having made a decision in his heart, the smile on Tours' face became more amiable, which made Edgar feel like a spring breeze.

"Young man, please trouble me. My name is Tours, and I come from an island in the east. I came here this time to try to contain the spreading black mist. Before I met you, I had already sent some people out of the black mist." The range is over, and now the black mist has spread to the entire village, we can't stay any longer, otherwise there will be ghost things that I can't deal with. As for my wound, let's deal with it when we are out of the range of the black mist. Hold it."

After finalizing the next course of action, Edgar and Tours protected the silent little boy Hume all the way to the northwest of Wollaston Village. Those who come out will be killed by the short stick in Tours's hand without any magical breath, which makes Edgar even more curious about the origin of the short stick.

Walking out of the gloomy black mist, and following Tours to the temporary gathering place, Edgar looked at the fallen village, couldn't help but sighed, threw the hunting bow on the ground, and sat down.

Like Little Stone Hume, his parents stayed inside forever, and the bow and arrow in his hand were too weak compared to those horrible ghosts and ghosts.

Tours, who had been paying attention to Edgar, had already treated the wound. He walked over a few steps and patted Edgar's shoulder. Tours looked at the dark sky, and his voice was heavy.

Along the way, he has witnessed countless tragedies of ruined families. Edgar and Hume are lucky in this situation. In fact, most of the time, there will be no living people left in the black mist.

The souls of all the dead will be swept back to the evil and terrifying island by the black mist, and become the toys and nourishment of the demons.

"If the spread of the black mist cannot be curbed, more innocent people will be harmed. I can see that you are a qualified fighter, but I just don't know, are you willing to be a part of us? Weapons against the black mist encroaching on the world."

Edgar raised his head, and Tours' bright blue eyes ignited a fire in his heart, maybe for revenge, maybe to save others like Tours saved himself and Hume, or maybe it was true. In order to fight against the evil black mist, Edgar opened his somewhat dry mouth.

"Tours, who are you? Where did the weapon in your hand that can hurt ghosts come from, and the language you spoke at the beginning... I have never heard of it."

He took out a flintlock-style holy stone weapon from his waist, and Tours handed it directly to Edgar who was stunned. Edgar couldn't react. Such a precious thing was handed over to him by Tours. hands.

Touching the white jade-like ice-cold stone short stick, Edgar was a little at a loss as to how this kind of stuff without the slightest magic power and firing device could emit white light.

"She is [Kitty], and Kitty is our [Illuminati Sect] (or translated as: Sentinel Sect, the Sentinel sounds too burnt, so here it is changed to the Illuminati Sect) deliberately fighting against the black mist Every new member of the Guangming sect will get a holy stone weapon made by the holy blacksmith himself.

As for the language, that is the thought left by Hailiya...

In order to fight against the black mist and completely kill the monsters in the black mist, in addition to the holy stone weapons that can stimulate the holy light, we must have enough courage and determination, and courage and determination are also the key to activating the holy stone weapons.

Young people, everyone who uses holy stone weapons will have an unforgettable pain..."

Speaking of this, Turs paused for a moment, and after confirming the determination in Edgar's eyes, the middle-aged man sat on the ground, adding a handful of dust to his blood-colored white robe.

He knew it was all worth it.

"Since the disaster brought by the invaders on the Blessed Island five hundred years ago, the once land of milk and honey has become a land of shadows full of death and evil. Our ancestors lost everything, Fountain of Life, Tree of Life,

Some kind of evil curse beyond our comprehension erupted in the Fountain of Life, and peace and comfort were permanently removed from that land, and the Blessed Isle became a place of disaster that bound countless souls and souls.

Fortunately, our ancestors survived the disaster by relying on the holy stone. After countless sacrifices, the ancestors of the Illuminati Sect have passed down the way of fighting against the black mist and ghosts to this day, and built a secret stronghold on the most dangerous Shadow Island , so that we will not be killed in the black mist.

To this day, as descendants, we are still dedicated to maintaining the original goal of the sect, trying to recede the black mist of the Shadow Island, revive the Blessed Isle, and purify the fountain of life, but all of us know that this is already impossible From the original thousands of people to today, the sect now has less than a hundred people, and more and more people died on the road of fighting against the black mist and evil, not to mention, there are more people on Fuguang Island than black people. Fog monsters and something even scarier are staring at us..."

Taking a deep breath, Tours couldn't help but shudder when he recalled the rumors about the soul-wrenching skeleton.

That evil skeleton is like a patient old hunter who has been looking for traces of sect secrets for hundreds of years. It will change every moment. I am afraid that the secret library of the sect has long been breached by the evil spirits controlled by the skeletons, killing everyone.

"As you can see, if this continues, the sect of light will be completely annihilated in human civilization. Therefore, we have to seek changes and try to use a more efficient way to find some fighters suitable for joining the sect outside, so as to increase Manpower, against the black mist that continues to grow stronger."

Responding to Tours' serious gaze, Edgar clenched [Kitty] in his hand,

If there is Kitty, will his parents, Hume's parents, and even the whole village not be harmed by the black mist?

My family has been torn apart, my parents stayed in the village forever, maybe they were captured by monsters in the black mist...

Today, he has no choice but to take this path.

"Master Tours, how do I join the Illuminati Sect?"

Glancing at Edgar in relief, Tours whispered.

"It's simple, use your determination and courage to stand against evil and darkness to inspire Kitty to kill ghosts, and you pass the test."