League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The so-called "struggle" is really simple sometimes. What you need is there. As long as you find the right method, you can reach out and get it. If someone reaches out to stop it-just chop off your hand.

If a man doesn't have such blood and awareness, he might as well go home crying and find his mother.

Walsh has always looked down on those who complain all day long, saying that they have worked hard but achieved nothing. Apart from appearing stupid and lazy, or letting some trash who is not as good as him gloat at him, complaining can't solve it Any problem will only worry those who are really worried about themselves.

Finding the right way and doing it desperately is his attitude towards life.

And now, he is working hard to return to Demacia and become a nobleman. No one can stop him, and no one will stop him.

All of this makes sense, as long as you can kill the two-legged lizard man you see in front of you with weird and evil magic, and peel off the priceless skin from the lizard man's tail and bring it back to Demacia.

Maybe Ms. Ambern will use the skin from the lizardman's tail to make a small leather skirt that is warm in winter and cool in summer, or she will make a piece of underwear for the great Master Chrisman to admire in the hot spring...

Thinking of Ms. Amborne's wonderful carcass, Walsh, with a dry throat, licked his bloody lips and broke his fantasy. He knew what he could and couldn't do.

The blood at the corner of the mouth also smelled of rust. Judging from the blood alone, the blood of this group of lizardmen seems to be no different from that of humans, but who made them know evil magic?

"Be careful not to hurt the skin on the tail! Ted! Your workmanship is the best! Do it while it's still fresh! (Demacian)"

The short man named Ted nodded with a smile, and the leather craftsman, who was not aristocratic, skillfully took out his tools and squatted in front of the corpse of Wuwei Island.

"Hey, I don't know how many skins like this I've peeled."

Walsh smiled kindly. He knew that Ted was accused of cruelty and killing animals in Demacia. He was about to be deported, but he was retained by the Chrisman family because of his skilled craftsmanship.

Ever since she saw the clothes made of lizard skin, Ms. Ambern has always wanted to find the lizardman island she has been obsessed with, so she will naturally take the initiative to prepare some suitable people.

"Please, my lord, I will exchange my life for that of little Youlan, please let my daughter go!" (Vastaya language)

The chirping sound brought Walsh back to his senses, and looking down, the lizardman was pulling his trouser legs and crying.

"Can't even speak human words, it really is an evil beast!"

A sword pierced into the body of the kneeling lizardman, and Walsh was a little excited by the feeling of steel cutting through the flesh, and another evil lizardman fell in front of him.

Grabbing the little lizard man in his left hand, which was not as tall as his own thigh, against the annoying cries of the little boy, Walsh pulled out the long steel sword that had pierced into the boy's father's chest, and kicked it in a bouquet of blood flowers. Kicked the Lizardman with a flower on his head to the ground,

The flowers on the top of the head became more beautiful under the water of blood, until the time of death, the dirty and evil lizardman was still looking at his cub tenderly - as if these human-like aliens would really There is the same sacred concept of family as human beings.

Turning his head to look at the little lizard man on his left hand who had fainted from crying, Walsh grinned, raised his right hand and swung his sword head, it was a little small, but the mosquito legs were also meat, maybe it could be given to Ambern The lady makes a leather sock.

There will be many little things like this that cry in fear in the fire. They won't turn into weird creatures. As long as these little cubs are caught, those big lizardmen who know evil magic will not run away.

Walsh looked around at the small settlement engulfed by the flames. The burnt smell and ashes made the originally clean air much cloudy, but he didn't hate it.

As far as the eye can see, the living things fell to the ground one after another, and the smoke caused by the fire rushed into the sky with screams and noises, and the sky was covered with a layer of haze.

The fire is still spreading around with the tree house, and the rogues outside the isolation zone on the east side will not be affected or harmed by the fire. The flames will only burn towards the west, driving more lizardmen away until the lizardmen put out the fire Lose.

Without the protection of forests and homes, as long as the lizard people refuse to leave their hometown, they have to face their own swords.

Breathing the turbid air, Walsh had more smiles on his face.

There are always hidden lizardmen who have to be exposed in a panic from the fire. Crossbow bolts and bow arrows will be shot through the chests of these escapees with precision. He needs to find the fish that slipped through the net before the sun goes down, and return to the coast with the spoils camp to avoid night raids by the Lizardmen.

"Brothers! Speed ​​up! Try to go back before dark!"

"oh!!"

...

When he returned to the surface, the sky had already dimmed. Lester didn't know how much time he had spent this time. He looked up and wanted to determine the direction through the stars, but Lester found that the sky had been shrouded in mist and ashes. See the shallow silhouette of the moon.

The air in the woods is no longer fresh, but smells of burning embers.

"What happened on Wuwei Island?"

Taking a deep breath, the frowning Lester drew out his straight knife, Luoxia, and walked towards the east in the dark. He was keenly aware of the fire not far away. Under such circumstances, Lester decided to go up the tree to observe the identity of the person who came.

Before the people arrived, a strong smell of blood wafted through the wind.

In less than a minute, a hunting team composed of more than a hundred strangers passed under the tree. Lester silently looked at the lizard skin hanging on the birch pole amidst laughter, and glanced at the lizard skin indifferently. The team holding torches heard the all-too-familiar Demacian language.

"...Ginris, I killed three lizardmen today, and I'm going back to treat me to a drink. You can't play tricks!"

"Only three? Lloyd, I killed four lizardmen. Holthorne can testify. Lloyd, you lost this time. You have to treat me to the black thorn honey produced in Noxus." Wine, don't play tricks!"

"Damn it, if I hadn't escaped a lizardman, I would have blocked your stinking mouth! Holthorne, is this bastard really not cheating?"

"Well, he killed it all with a crossbow alone, if you count the small things."

"Okay, I'm willing to bet and admit defeat..."

"Ted, do you have to dry the lizard skins when you get back to camp? Shall I help you? You know, I've been trying to learn something."

"Two gold coins, I will teach you the skill of skinning."

"Haha, this time I can get more than a dozen gold coins if I go back without saying anything. I usually don't want to teach you, but you are willing to be more generous when you have money..."

"Then five gold coins."

"Well, when I didn't say..."

The team has already left, but Leicester is not going to go back to the West Coast directly.

Jumping down from the tree, Lester quietly followed far behind until he followed the team to the east coast.

A large ship was moored by the coast, and the hunters returned to the camp, showing off today's experience and results.

Looking coldly at the camouflaged Demacians in the distance, Lester remembered the location of the camp and withdrew to leave.

Less than three meters away from Leicester, the secret sentry planted by the Demacia rogues was huddling in the bushes, staring intently at the environment, with a look of dedication.

...

In the middle of the night, in the largest village on Wuwei Island, Wuhua was listening to the bitter Abby report on the attack situation with a dull face, and Shia lowered her head gloomyly, as if she was thinking about something. Milton and Memie understood the heavy loss of Wuwei Island today through Maqili's translation.

"...two villages were attacked and destroyed, and more than 300 villagers were missing. Although the fire was extinguished by us, it burned a large forest... Wuhua, our people can't beat those humans, and magic doesn't work ...they chopped off our tails and skinned us, and many, many people died..."

As he spoke, Abby burst into tears.

"Okay, I see..."

Taking a deep breath, Wuhua said in a deep voice.

"The most urgent task now is to evacuate our people in the east and send someone to find out the position of the invaders. I will definitely not let any invaders go this time!"

Standing up, Kirika looked at Shia who represented the Emerald Collar.

"Dragon Girl of the Wind, I can't wait anymore, what else do you have to say?"

Taking a deep breath, Shia said in a deep voice.

"No matter what you think, the emerald collar will join this battle."

Taking a deep look at Xia, Wuhua didn't say anything, and turned to leave with Abby with an apologetic expression on her face.

When the sky brightened again, Shia didn't see Lester who had rushed back.

The travel-worn man looked a bit embarrassed, but Shia felt the man's suppressed anger.

"A lot has happened in your absence..."

"I know, Shia, I know, tell me, where is Luo Yi now?"

"Loy...she is on the boat, because of various things, the little guy has been crying for a long time...

Facing the people's doubts about you, Luo Yi chose to believe in you from the beginning to the end. Unfortunately, when people are angry, they don't have any reason. She has been hated by her own people, and I'm afraid she won't be able to stay in the tribe anymore. "

His eyes became softer, Lester whispered.

"Come on, tell Milton and Mammy, we'll talk on board."

Lester, who had returned to the warship, ordered Milton to summon the crew, and he returned to the room. After silently hugging Roy who was curled up in the corner, Lester changed his face under Roy's teary-eyed gaze. Put on the armor that Hina prepared for herself.

The battle armor is mainly made of magic steel, with other rare magic materials added to the enchanted dragon armor. It matches the magic steel straight knife [Luoxin]. The name of the dragon armor is [Lonely Duck]. rise.

The black and red sharp style of the solitary bird is delicate and heavy, and the right arm armor engraved with the double-winged sword has smooth lines, which can perfectly hold the straight knife Luoxia, and there is also a buckle on the waist that is specially adapted to the metal scabbard of Luoxia.

From top to bottom, dragon-shaped face helmet, shoulder armor, breastplate, greaves, and leg armor are all available. Even if there is no weapon, the dark red hand armor shaped like dragon claws can easily scratch flesh and blood. The cloak is made of biped wyvern Made of leather, it is fireproof and arrow-proof, and also has a considerable degree of magic resistance.

After dressing, Lester bowed his head and kissed the forehead of the Misttail girl, wiping away the tears for Roy, the man said softly.

"Wait until I use the blood of the enemy to seek justice for you and your people."

...

The sun began to set, and at sunset, the blood-like sunset glow flowed upwards along with the clouds.

Entrusting the affairs of the coastal camp to another capable man of his, Dunlop, Cecil sat leisurely on the "Watcher" with rum on it, and hugged a naked female lizard man. , Cecil laughed.

Although the Lizardman is not considered a human being, he can still be used as a human being in some places. If he has no other choice, he doesn't mind turning himself into a nasty beast.

Yesterday, more than 300 lizard skins were harvested, and Cecil had no doubt that it would take less than a week for Walsh to clean up the entire island and turn it upside down.

He just needs to keep an eye on the Warden and wait for Walsh to return with a full load of lizard skins. There is no more leisurely job than this.

At least at this moment, he thought so, until he heard Jeffrey on the observation deck making an ugly sound like a broken gong-in fact, this was also an important reason for him to choose Jeffrey as a lookout. reason.

"Captain! There's a ship coming! West! Damn it! They have so many cannons!! Ready to fight! Ready to fight!!!"

Standing up from the recliner, Cecil pushed the female lizard man away, took out the binoculars on his waist, and looked towards the west towards the sun.

A huge warship flying the flag of the Sword of Two Wings is raising its sails. Like a roaring beast, the ship is driving in the direction of the Warden with the help of the westerly wind. The waves under the ship are enough to illustrate The speed of the ship was so fast that Cecil, who was experienced in sailing, smelled the evil smell of magic.

Speeding to catch up to a moored ship without hesitation, using wicked magic, Cecil would be willing to kick his own head off for a ball in order to serve a cake to his guests.

The so-called bad comer is nothing more than this.

His eyes fixed on the flag, and the heart of the middle-aged captain sank.

In the glorious history of Demacia for more than 400 years, there will always be a scar of humiliation that cannot be uncovered, and this scar was brought by the Noxus leader in the east of Demacia. Until today, Demacia They also don't want to fight against the neighbors in the east.

"Height anchor! Hoist the sails! Load my cannonballs! Damn it! Why is the Emerald Collar ship here!? No one is allowed to fire without my order! By the way! Raise the flag for me! Damn it's not the Jolly Roger !It's the flag! The bloody sword and shield flag! The indigo flag, you idiot!!!"

Although a little panicked, the flag bearer who swung his hands did not lose his chain, and soon raised the indigo mithril sword and shield flag on the top of the mast.

On the other side, on the [Steel Wing] that had already entered the range of the artillery, the observers reported to Lester.

"Lord Liszt, the other party has raised the flag of Demacia, do you still want to fire?"

Standing on the deck, Lester's voice was like the cold wind of the Freljord, alone in his dragon armor.

"Demacia is right, I am fighting Demacia! Fire!"