League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Lord Leopold, those useless beasts have been defeated. They have been defeated by mortals. (Rachen language)"

The sacrilegious warrior knelt on one knee behind the tall shadow, his hoarse and low voice trembling slightly.

The grass on the grave of his last unsighted colleague was already three feet tall, and he certainly didn't want to follow in his footsteps.

"Huchi...huchi..."

The Flame Nightmare, whose body was burning with the undead fire here, glanced at the blasphemous warrior, snorted twice with the smell of sulfur in disdain, and then rubbed the new owner's right hand affectionately with the steel equipment with thorns on the outside of its neck. , that is, the powerful body that completed the demon-ascension ceremony reached the level of the death knight Tusman, and the thick-skinned palms were not pierced by the steel thorns.

As one of the most outstanding man-made biological weapons in the underworld, the souls of the Nightmare Horses are all from the material realm, and they are countless dead souls trampled by the bloodthirsty horses' hooves.

After being selected, the soul of the war horse is tempered by the soul furnace. The soul of the war horse that has successfully withstood the burning of the undead fire is reborn as an immortal soul. It is integrated with the war horse equipment made of forged steel in the underworld and is reborn in the form of a flame nightmare horse. Become standard equipment for death knights.

Perhaps it’s because the Lord of the Underworld himself is a pair of black iron plate armor that abandons his physical body and can walk. Most of the creatures in the Underworld also inherit the life form of the Lord of the Underworld, with [Immortal Soul] as the core and [Underworld Forged Steel] as the appearance. , concise and powerful,

If returning to the material realm did not require following the rules of the material realm to reshape the body with the flesh and blood of living beings, there would be even more undead legions coming out of the underworld portal.

Generally speaking, every death knight has a unique flame nightmare horse, and the flame nightmare horse will only be loyal to its only master. But if it is recognized by the master of the underworld, that is another matter. After all, all creatures in the underworld In essence, they are all property at the disposal of the Dark Lord.

Leopold didn't know how complicated the origin of this flame nightmare horse called [Viera] was, but he could see how extraordinary this underworld war beast was. If the death knight Tusman put down his arrogance and chose to ride As Vieira fights with him, he might not be able to survive a single move. Now, this cute little steel creature belongs to him.

Caressing the iron-clad head of the Flame Nightmare, Leopold felt that his life was getting more and more promising.

The Lord of Darkness is not the kind of bastard who promises others to work hard. The Lord of Darkness will really give him something. As long as he can make achievements, the Lord will never be stingy with rewards.

It's a pity that the Underworld Forged Steel Knight Plate Armor and Destruction Lance customized by Tusman in the Soul Forge are not suitable for him to use. Otherwise, he could inherit more trophies and arm himself directly, instead of only having one as he does now. Yew longbows whose shafts have been strengthened by the underworld can be used.

[After conquering Isuoken, I can return to Mitna Rachen and let the Lord reward me with a unique set of weapons and armor. I can plunder more land and sacrifice more flesh and blood for the Lord. One day I can Reunion with my son, family reunion...]

"Lord Leopold?"

Seeing that only the Flame Nightmare made some noise for him in an angry manner, the new legion leader looked cold and cruel and ignored him. The sacrilegious warrior was also a little embarrassed, but the ambition that should be reflected still had to be reflected.

"Those low-level beasts were defeated due to their own incompetence, but they actually tried to get our support. Lord Leopold, in my opinion, it is better to get rid of these useless beasts. I am willing to be the vanguard and win for you." Odennell Village.”

Finally coming back from the fantasy of family reunion, Leopold still maintained a heart-stopping coldness on his face and gave instructions in a deep voice.

"Abdo, let those beasts become the vanguard. You lead fifty people to suppress the formation. After the war... cut off everyone's heads and dedicate all living creatures to our master."

The sacrilegious warrior was overjoyed and hurriedly knelt down to salute.

"I obey my orders!"

When the blasphemous warrior Abdo ordered fifty unwilling comrades to drive the beasts out of the camp, Leopold rode Vieira to the middle of the corrupted netherworld, lowering his head and thinking about his next path. How to go.

There are more than 300 undead legions inherited from Tusman, including 200 sacrilege warriors and less than 100 annihilation archers.

The rest of the zombies, living corpses, skeletons and violent beastmen corroded by the dark energy can only be said to be cannon fodder that can be easily made and discarded at any time. Strictly speaking, they will not feel bad if they die no matter how much they die.

Even if they are just insignificant cannon fodder, these low-level underworld creatures are enough to sweep through most villages and towns. Unless they encounter a town where many Yuntar are stationed, his undead army will be worthy of dispatching.

Of course, this does not mean that his undead legion does nothing. In order to satisfy the bloodthirsty desires of his soldiers, he will regularly rotate a group of plundering legions composed of sacrilegious warriors and annihilation shooters to launch devastating attacks on human gathering places. , in order to appease the restless underworld warriors, and also give the underworld soldiers a chance to become demons.

In addition to conquering the land and plundering souls and flesh, he also has a very important task, which is to corrupt the land in the material realm and expand the influence of the death energy of the underworld.

Compared to the Desecrated Warrior, the Annihilation Archer plays a more important role in the quest to corrupt the land,

The Annihilation Archer can convert the collected souls into pure underworld death energy through the crossbow weapon in his hand, destroy the laws of the material realm, and transform the material realm into an environment suitable for the operations of the underworld legion but not suitable for the survival of living people, which greatly It enhances the combat effectiveness of the Underworld Legion and gives the Underworld Legion a more powerful 'immortal' attribute.

After taking control of Tusman's undead army, Leopold witnessed with his own eyes how the Annihilation Archer transformed the vibrant jungle into a desolate and silent place of corruption, and became more convinced that the master he followed was truly prepared. Conquer the entire material realm steadily,

When the corruption of the land reaches a certain level, cities in the underworld will be built in the material realm, completely transforming the material realm into a paradise for the undead.

Now is the time to make achievements. He is not afraid of the slow movement of the legion, but he will never allow failure to delay the conquest of Ixtar.

"Let's go and see how a deserted village can actually defeat those beasts."

On horseback, Leopold clamped the horse's belly.

"Vieira, do you want to taste the taste of blood with me?"

"Herod!"

"Then let's go and let those fools understand who is the real master of this world."

…

In Odenel Village, the sudden and piercing bugle blasted everyone's eardrums. Gyorgi suddenly opened his eyes. The cold and thick cast iron armor on his chest brought the man back to his senses. He clenched his hands with excitement. Ax stood up,

Within sight, the beastmen who fled into the woods once again waved their weapons to kill them, and their momentum was even stronger than before. The previous rout did not seem to affect the beastmen, and they were still densely packed as far as the eye could see.

"Everyone! Prepare to engage the enemy!"

"Melee soldier! Raise your shield to defend!"

"Archers, free fire!"

What made everyone feel relieved was that after the archers fired their bows, a series of elemental enchantments that were accurate to each crossbow still rained down from the sky. The arrows shot out exploded at the touch, either burning or freezing, in a dense formation. The beastmen fell in large numbers before they even reached the entrance of the village. It looked like an inhumane massacre.

The Linglie offensive, which was powerful enough to crush the enemy, made everyone confident. They cheered quietly and praised the names of Yuntar and Yunalai.

Only Gyorgi noticed that Daxton, who was holding a long bow on the high platform, did not show any joy, and his expression seemed to be more solemn than before.

"Stop shooting! Save your arrows! Let those beasts come over!"

Under the doubtful gaze of the archer, Daxton issued a new order in a deep voice, but the very puzzled archer still obeyed and stopped shooting.

Without the suppression of elemental arrows, the surviving beastman battle group finally passed through the frozen ice ground and the sea of ​​​​fire, and with their maimed bodies, they irrationally crashed into the defense line composed of village guards, like a beast. Crazy bull.

At the cost of more than a dozen lives, the village guards annihilated the incoming beastman battle group, and the crowd began to cheer. In the pool of blood of their comrades, some people questioned whether Daxton's order was correct.

"Lord Daxton, why do you prohibit archers from shooting? Could it be said that our hot lives are not even as good as those cold arrows? Without your order to stop archery, we would definitely not have paid such a painful price.

Because you are a leader worthy of everyone's respect, we want to know your reasons for doing this. "

Georgi didn't like others questioning Daxton. Although he was dissatisfied at the moment, he didn't know what to say to relieve the situation. After all, what others said made some sense.

On the other side, Daxton, who was questioned face to face, still maintained his expression of emotion and anger and said in a deep voice.

"Braulio, after this war, I can answer you without reservation no matter what the question is. The battle is not over yet. There is probably a more powerful enemy behind the beastmen. Any distracting behavior We will all pay a heavy price. Everyone, only by surviving in this battle can you have a chance to speak."

Having said this, Braulio said nothing more. The others also realized this and retreated with shame.

Didn't wait too long, Daxton's words were confirmed,

In the suddenly depressing atmosphere, ancient warriors who were completely different from the beastmen emerged from the woods one after another.

Every step he takes seems to be stepping on the heart, trampling on the courage like a candle in the wind. The armor and unsheathed sword on the fully armed warrior reflect the cold and heavy metallic luster in the sun.

If you look closely, you will find that these heavy weapons and barbed armor that can easily decapitate people and break their waists are very similar to the standard equipment of the Noxus Empire. Their casting styles all show simple, brutal and cold design concepts. Crude and heavy heavy weapons cannot be used by ordinary people.

If anyone understands the history of Valoran thousands of years ago, they will understand that these ferocious-looking war weapons designed specifically for killing came from the barbaric empire that almost slaughtered all the eastern parts of Valoran before the Noxus Empire.

Because the rule of the Barbarian Empire was too bloody and cruel, these weapons, equipment and architectural styles born in the era of the Barbarian Empire are collectively called by historians as creations of the Dark Ages.

At this moment, the brutal empire emblem that disappeared like the wind in the long river of history reappeared in front of everyone, but no one knew its true origin.

For everyone, how to survive is the most important issue worth considering.

"No need to save arrows! Shoot with all your strength! Don't let the enemy get close to us!"

Daxton's voice was particularly hoarse. He would rather be held accountable than see such an enemy, but the world never runs according to the preferences of personal will.

Fortunately, Yuntar, who controlled Vidalion, was still by their side.

When the distance between the two sides reached nearly 300 meters, the slow-moving heavily armored warrior suddenly accelerated his pace and launched a charge towards the village.

"Fire the arrow!"

With a command, arrows flew sparsely through the air towards the enemy, and more arrows were twisted and messed up on the ground, silently accusing the poor archery skills.

What frightened the archers the most was that the arrows on the bowstring were no longer the powerful elemental arrows before, but instead turned into soft white magic light arrows that seemed to have no lethality without warning.

"What are those gentlemen from Yuentar doing?"

"What kind of elemental arrow is this? Why does it look soft? What is its use besides dazzling the eyes?"

"Shut up! Keep shooting!"

Daxton let out a rare roar, calming the restless defense line again.

"Melee infantry! Prepare to engage the enemy! Hold still! Hold still!"

"Kill them all! (Rachern)"

Abdo, who was leading fifty people and resisted the elemental arrows with the attribute of holy light, also became angry.

His Pygian Iron Armor had cracks after just two arrows. The soul needed to repair the armor was almost a quarter of what he had gained along the way. Thinking about it made him feel bad.

In a village that has long been abandoned by humans, how can He De get the support of high-level holy light spells? Along the way, he didn't even see the shadow of the Holy Light Legion. There was no reason why this village was special.

"Keep that human commander alive! Leave no one else alive!"

The sword of the blasphemous warrior easily broke through the defense line that everyone was proud of. It was as simple as an adult strong man piercing the wet toilet paper with his fingers. Daxton watched in despair as familiar faces fell to the ground. In the pool of blood, he tremblingly put the sword on his neck, preparing to end his life.

"Uh-huh."

The sharp heavy blade flashed past, and Daxton's right arm fell to the ground together with his beloved sword. Blood spurted out, but was blocked by a group of dark green light.

Daxton screamed.

"Where is the Holy Light Mage? Tell me, and I will give you a good time."