League of Legends Millennium Warlord

No longer as prosperous as in the past, today's Odenel Village is like an old man lying on a hospital bed waiting to die. He can only watch alone as the setting sun outside the window gradually dims, until the world becomes dead and silent, and the old man is unable to struggle. Let the sudden darkness swallow you up.

Ever since the news of the monster invasion came from the north, those who had the ability and willingness to escape have fled to the south of the kingdom. There are only three types of people left in the village. The first type is the elderly who are unable to run and have limited time. The second type is the villagers who are reluctant to leave their homeland and are unwilling to leave their hometown. The third type are the villagers who are unwilling to abandon their families and run away alone.

Gyorgi, who is nearly forty years old, is the third type of person. His father and mother are old and have children, he married late, his wife is weak, and his son has just been born. There are old people above and babies below. If they leave, The village chose to flee south, and I was afraid that no one in the family would survive except him. After all, the rainforest in Ixtar not only produced delicious fruits, but the swamp mosquitoes in the forest were also a deadly threat.

Taking his family away from home was tantamount to sending them to death. He couldn't bring himself to do it, so he couldn't run or escape. He had to face the terrifying monsters that would kill him at any time.

"clang!"

Gyorgi swung the logging ax in his right hand, and the sharp steel ax blade slashed diagonally into the vertical pole. While making a crisp sound, a piece of wood chips flew out.

The man drew out his right ax neatly, waved his left arm and struck the other side of the tree trunk with the left axe. With one strike of the ax, the tree trunk in front of him fell down.

Through the linen handband, the rough and hard texture of the engraved frosted ax handle gave the disheveled man a more down-to-earth feeling. It seemed that after having weapons, the thought of unheard of monsters was not so scary. .

The two axes in his hands were different from the forest logging axes he usually used to support his family. They were standard one-handed wide-blade axes. The design concept was to disembowel people and remove their heads, but they were overqualified for splitting wood.

Naturally, with his assets, he cannot afford a good ax of this kind of weapon quality. These two axes belong to the personal forging collection of the old blacksmith in Odenel Village. Before the old blacksmith and his family left, they left a warehouse of weapons unconditionally for preparation. The remaining villagers were there when the weapons were being distributed. Looking at the dazzling array of weapons in the warehouse, he chose these two axes for no other reason than that he only knew how to chop trees, and the ax suited him best.

As for metal armor, it was not his turn. He was only assigned an old-fashioned leather armor.

With supplies that could not be taken away by those who left the village, the 300 people who stayed in the village and were able to pick up weapons formed a decent armed force. In addition to eating every day, they trained, because they knew that time was running out, so they became ruthless. The training on the ground is actually more impressive than the escaped guards in my heart. The encouragement between the groups also enhances everyone's courage and self-confidence, and they are no longer as panicked as they were at the beginning.

Gyorgi didn't know what others were thinking. Anyway, for him, being able to die fighting to protect his family was far better than escaping alone.

"Uncle Georgi, get ready to eat!"

The boy's loud voice came from the village, and Gyorgi, who was somewhat introverted, responded and prepared to pack up and leave his forest training ground.

"Buzz"

The moment Gyorgi turned around, a white beam of light fell from the sky, forming an elemental earth shield to deflect the sudden flying axe.

The flying ax bounced off the elemental earth shield. Gyorgi turned his head blankly and saw a humanoid beast exuding the smell of blood staring at him without blinking behind the trees. It had horns on its head, like a beast. There seemed to be some confusion in the black-green eyes.

His face changed, and Gyorgi rushed out of the forest without looking back, shouting.

"The enemy is coming! The enemy is coming!"

More humanoid monsters ran out of the woods with various weapons. Although most of the beastmen retained the outline of human facial features, their limbs had twisted scales, long hooves or horns, and they roared like wild beasts. The accent of the Ixtal people can be vaguely distinguished.

"Kill him!"

Naturally, the prey was unwilling to get it and ran away. The fallen beastman who threw the throwing ax let out a strange scream, and carried an iron hoop and spiked mallet that he didn't know how to make to kill him. He caught up with Gyorgi in just a few steps. , raised his hands high, ready to open the gourd for Gyorgi.

When there was the sound of heavy objects breaking through the air behind him, Gyorgi knew that he could not escape with his legs alone. The strength of these monsters was far beyond his imagination, and he had to kill these monsters if he wanted to survive.

A side roll just barely avoided the heavy blow of the club, and a small crater was made in the ground. Gyorgi was terrified, but the reality reminded him that he had no time to think about messy things now.

He yelled to cheer himself up, and before the beastman could pick up the club again, Gyorgi had already struck the beastman on the chest with his double axe.

He held the ax with both hands and took turns slashing down. The extremely sharp steel ax blade was only slightly blunted during the tree-cutting training, but it did not prevent Gyorgi from disemboweling the beastman in front of him.

After a few swings of the ax, blood splattered everywhere. The beastman's chest and the organs inside had been chopped into pieces. The club fell to the ground. Gyorgi, who was slightly out of breath, had no time to rest. Three more beastmen surrounded and killed him. Come up.

Just when Gyorgi was about to fight for his life, another white light wrapped in elemental energy came down and attached to the two steel axes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blades of the two steel axes were covered with a layer of hot flames, and a strange power flowed from the two axes into the body, relieving Gyorgi's fatigue.

This time Gyorgi saw it clearly. He had no hallucination just now. It was indeed the elemental energy falling from the sky that blocked him from the deadly flying ax without realizing it. Now it has strengthened his body and weapons.

"It's Vidalian! I can feel that this is the power given to me by Vidalian! Yuen Tal is watching us! We have not been abandoned yet! We can defeat the enemy! Praise Yuen Ale! Praise Yuen Talai Tal!”

As a native of Ixtal, Gyorgi did not have the talent to become a Yuntar. In his life, he went to Ixoken only a handful of times to attend the Yuntar Festival. At most, he only watched it from a distance in the outer city. As he passed the central tower, he seemed to have an indelible impression of the elemental weaver Vidalian, like every Ixtalian who first entered Ixoken.

Nowadays, all Yuntar and low-level elemental mages in Odenel Village have escaped. It is impossible for anyone to use magic to block his attacks and enchant his weapons.

There is only one possibility, that is, Yuental controlled Vidalian and saved him.

The description is a bit cumbersome, but in fact Gyorgi's thinking only lasted a moment. With Vidarian's protection, endless courage seemed to emerge in his heart, and the beastman who looked like a human but not a human was no longer so scary at the moment.

"Roar!"

After their companions were killed, the remaining beastmen became even more bloodthirsty and excited. They waved their weapons and wanted to tear apart the weak mortals as usual. However, a pair of flaming double axes swung towards their heads like big windmills. The beastmen soon Realizing that the weapon in his hand could not stop him at all, his body was violently split open by the ax blade like a tree trunk, and an unpleasant burnt smell emanated from the breach.

After a fight, Gyorgi only suffered some scratches on his left arm, and the four beastmen died on the spot.

The hearty fighting spirit prompted Gyorgi to continue advancing into the enemy's position, but his reason told him that only by cooperating with his companions could he have a greater chance of survival. Gyorgi made the decision and immediately turned around and ran towards the village.

Climb on the hill and look down,

Things were just as he expected. Hundreds of wild beastmen with bloodthirsty faces and scattered formations had already reached the entrance of the village. They were resisted by the fierce and fearless warriors from the same village outside the obstacles at the entrance of the village.

Just like what happened to him, each warrior's weapon has different elemental blessings. Some warriors wearing iron armor even have a thick layer of earth element rock attached to their armor, which is enough to resist beastmen. attack without dying,

The most enviable thing is that archers can shoot magic arrows with ice elements and flame elements. After the arrows hit the enemy, an elemental explosion will occur, bringing great lethality to the beastmen. A hundred of them are at high places. The archers made the beastmen pay a heavy price, harvesting the lives of the beastmen like a scythe.

The beastmen who came with great momentum were suppressed on the battlefield by 300 improvised bastards, unable to advance even an inch. Under the protection of Vidalian, 300 elements proficient in support seemed to appear on the battlefield out of thin air. Xutali, if there is divine help.

No longer hesitating, Gyorgi jumped down the hill and slashed at the beastmen from behind with a roar. Because they were too caught off guard, several beastmen were chopped to the ground in an instant, and the double-axe berserker suddenly sprang out. Everyone was dumbfounded.

The old instructor Daxton, who was organizing melee soldiers to fight against the beastmen's attack, soon noticed Gyorgi attacking from behind the beastmen. His face changed slightly and he shouted loudly.

"Archers! Cover Gyorgi! Avoid accidental fire! Others! Hold the line! We are about to win!"

The archers who received the order sent a group of people to attack the beastmen on the path of Gyorgi's charge, providing Gyorgi with a safer fighting environment. Even if the arrows could not hit, the explosive elemental energy could. Act as a suppressor.

After a chaotic battle, fewer and fewer beastmen survived, and their bloodthirsty state subsided. The beastmen who still had some ability to think dispersed and fled into the woods like headless flies. Immediately, there were people with red eyes ready to chase into the woods, and they woke up amidst Daxton's roar.

"Don't pursue! Don't pursue! Otherwise you will be ambushed!

Savas counts weapons and casualties! Fikajia, take someone to carry the injured person down and bandage him! Balon, go check if there are any monsters in the village! Don't miss any corner!

The rest continue to be vigilant! "

Everyone in Odenel Village maintains the highest respect for Daxton, a former veteran of Iseoken's defense who took the initiative to stay in the village to organize and train men to fight. Naturally, no one opposed Daxton's order. .

"Gyorgi, come here."

At Daxton's greeting, Gyorgi, who was bathed in the blood of the beastmen, trotted up to the white-bearded veteran whose armor was also stained red.

The veteran's weather-beaten face had a smile of approval, and he patted Gyorgi's broad shoulder.

"When I saw you bravely and fearlessly fighting out of the woods alone, I seemed to see Azra alive... Were you injured?"

"There are some scratches, it doesn't matter. Compared with Azra and I, they are far behind... Well, thank you. If you hadn't asked them to help me, I might not have been able to come back."

Georgi smiled sheepishly, feeling his cheeks a little dry.

Azra is the most famous mortal hero in the history of Ixtal. Azra is not a noble and powerful Yuntar, nor does he even have the magical talent to become Ixtal.

Azra was just an ordinary farmer Ariel, but he bravely stood up to fight against the evil spirits in the soul-eating night. He was eventually selected by the Sentinels of Light and became the famous hero of the Holy Light.

Unfortunately, for unknown reasons, the Sentinels of Light, which had lasted for hundreds of years, were finally relocated to the coast of Yamalanxin outside the borders of Ixtal, and Ixoken did not recruit or train new Sentinels of Light.

If the story of the Sentinels of Light had not been passed down from generation to generation in the village, he would not even have known that such a powerful organization had ever protected the peace of Ixtar.

"Anyone can become Azra, but not everyone is qualified to be Azra. Gyorgi, don't belittle yourself, you have the strength to become Azra."

"Thank you, I, I will try my best."

In front of Daxton, Gyorgi always seemed a little embarrassed. After all, the way of cutting down trees is different from cutting down people. If it weren't for the veteran in front of him who supplemented his shortcomings during training and taught him how to fight with his kind. , it is difficult to defeat so many enemies by relying on his own words alone.

"There's nothing I can't thank you for. They are all warriors of Ixtal. No matter what their status or occupation is, as long as they dare to stand up and protect this land and fight against those evil beings, they are all my compatriots. They will fight for their compatriots." Fight and die with honor."

With a complex expression, Daxton looked up to the south. His deep gaze seemed to be able to pass through the endless dense forest and reach the most majestic and sacred city of Ixtar.

"Gyorgi, I am more willing to trust you than Vidalian,

I don’t know if Yuntar, who controls Vidalion, will focus on ordinary people like us in the next battle, but I know that in the next battle, each of you has made a contribution to the same cause. determination to die,

No matter whether I win or lose this battle, it is my honor to fight side by side with you.

Now, let's go find Cleo to pick out a better armor and rest. Those monsters won't give us too much time and will come back soon. "