League of Legends Millennium Warlord

After losing two games in a row, Jarvan IV was okay knowing how powerful the Night Hunters were, but Galen couldn't sit still. The elites of the First Shield Formation were the face of the Kingdom of Demacia, and the elites of a country were even ordinary members of civilian organizations. If none of the members can be defeated, wouldn’t Fearless Vanguard become a joke?

What Galen didn't know was that in the eyes of Heathlia, Quinn and others, the Fearless Vanguard, who had lost two games in a row, was no longer as desirable as before.

Especially when the First Shield Formation, which he most longed to join, performed so poorly, this result was the biggest blow to the fearless vanguard reservists.

The level of pain was probably the same as watching his goddess limping out of the hotel by another man, and being thrown into the street by the man with a look of disgust on his face. The goddess was not even willing to use the bubble gum he gave her. A little bit of a sense of participation.

We can't lose anymore. If we continue to lose, the Kingdom of Demacia will lose its face.

Galen glanced at the Crown Prince deeply, and he had to guess that it was precisely because he knew the gap between the two sides that the Crown Prince ordered him to leave these best fearless vanguard reserve soldiers on the training ground.

Maybe these reserves can't be retained, but there's nothing he can do about it. If his skills are inferior to others, his skills are inferior to others. Instead, he should be glad that he doesn't need to fight such a terrible enemy as the Noxus Empire...

Sighing secretly, Galen turned his gaze and looked at the veteran Mirik. Mirik nodded and took the initiative to stand up and stare at the hunter who had lost two people in a row. A few strands of gray silk above his head were fluttering in the wind.

There is a little-known but indispensable mainstay in every legion. The eldest member of the First Shield Formation, Veteran Mirik, is such a person.

"I'll fight you."

The hunter smiled slightly and made a gesture of invitation. Given the disparity in strength, no one cared whether the wheel battle was unfair.

The reservists were talking a lot.

"I know that Senior Mirik is Captain Galen Sword's instructor! Captain Galen Sword is so strong, Senior Mirik must be even stronger!"

"Let me see, it's really hard to tell. The two battles just now did not bring out the true strength of the Noxian at all. Although senior Mirik is powerful, he is old after all..."

Quinn looked at Heathlia, and what she saw was also a face full of worry, but there was no look of confidence.

Under the gaze of everyone, Mirik, a veteran who was as strong as an ox, picked up the broad-bladed heavy sword used for training.

Compared with the large number of other weapons, there are only thirteen door-panel-like broad-bladed heavy swords. The reason why there are thirteen swords is because only ten people in the Fearless Vanguard Legion can afford to hold the broad-bladed heavy sword. Mi Rui Ke is the best among the ten, the guide of Sword Captain Galen, and the epee master of the Pioneer Regiment.

"Are you sure you want to fight me with such a heavy weapon?"

The hunter picked up two long scimitars that he was best at using, looking quite puzzled.

Mirik smiled, with a rare fighting spirit on his weathered face.

"I'm a bit stupid, but I'm used to big guys, and I'm not used to small gadgets."

The hunter didn't say anything more, and the two sides took up positions. In the silence, Mirik, who was holding a heavy sword in both hands, took the initiative to attack.

Once the sword was struck, it was silent. Only the hunter facing the heavy sword could feel the powerful force contained in the heavy sword. If this blow hit him hard, he would definitely die.

Jumping back to avoid the heavy sword attack, the hunter whispered.

"The heavy sword has no edge, but you don't want to suffer a loss."

Mirik still had the simple smile of an honest man on his face.

"There is no way, because I can't lose anymore. Facing an opponent like you, I can only go all out to win."

"But my strength is only at an average level. You guys are struggling to beat me. Wouldn't it be more of a headache for others?"

"That's something to think about later."

After the words fell, Mirik began to attack like a violent storm. The heavy sword in his hand danced like a dragon crossing the river. There was no skill, only pure strength and endurance. It was like a mountain torrent and a tsunami. With one sword, the hunter holding a scimitar was forced to dodge and retreat.

I originally thought that the opponent holding the heavy sword would enter a state of exhaustion after more than ten rounds, but after a strong attack, the opponent was still vigorous and vigorous, with no sign of fatigue. On the contrary, he was unable to face the opponent due to the weapon. To resist, you can only keep dodging, and it looks very unsightly between chasing and escaping.

"Winning is the most important thing. If you think I would be ashamed to dodge, you are totally wrong. I can wait until you lose your strength and win easily."

"Then try to wait and see how long it takes."

"Hmph, arrogant."

Having said that, the hunter also knew that he couldn't just dodge. It wasn't that he was afraid that he wouldn't do well, but that the Demacian sword power actually felt like it was getting faster and faster, just like the depths of the sea. Even if you try to avoid the black whirlpool, it will be useless. As the whirlpool gets bigger and bigger, there will always be a time when you are swept into the deep sea by the whirlpool.

Once again, he dodged to avoid the heavy sword coming towards him. The hunter tapped his toes in mid-air and miraculously reversed direction and pressed forward.

The hunter's body spun rapidly like a windmill, and the two scimitars in his hands turned into meat grinders. The dull blades struck the hilt of the heavy sword. He wanted to force Mirik to drop the weapon, but saw Mirik reverse the hilt. The sword grid blocked the scimitar and made a metallic crunching sound, deflecting the hunter's unexpected blow.

The movement continued, and the second scimitar that followed directly skipped the hilt of the heavy sword and slashed towards the hunter's arm. Everyone originally thought that Mirik, who was close to the body, could no longer block with the heavy sword. Mirik Ke did the opposite and drew back the heavy sword. He shrank his body and held out his hands, hiding under the broad blade of the heavy sword.

With a 'clang' sound, the scimitar struck the edge of the heavy sword with a crisp sound. Because the force was too great, the scimitar broke directly.

"Bang."

Mirik took advantage of the hunter's imbalance caused by the broken knife and kicked out, hitting the hunter's lower abdomen.

The cheers of the reserve soldiers came from the field. The hunter fell backwards and rolled several times before standing up from the ground. The hunter, stained with dust, lost his previous graceful temperament.

After taking a look at the left scimitar that had become a useless sword, the hunter grinned, threw away the damaged weapon, and patted the dust on his body.

"It still takes a while."

Mirik is still calm and simple.

"It was just a fluke."

The hunter looked at Gehrman, asking with his eyes whether he could use his true strength. Gehrman nodded slightly, indicating that he could just stay alive and there was no need to be merciful.

To stimulate the Dauntless Vanguard to make better changes by defeating the Dauntless Vanguard is part of Jarvan IV's plan. If it cannot be proved that the military quality of the Noxus Empire has completely overwhelmed the elite soldiers of the Kingdom of Demacia, then Wouldn't all the trouble be in vain?

Since the future king of Demacia has approved the suppression, Gehrman himself has nothing to hesitate about.

The hunter flexed his muscles, punched a few times out of thin air, and regained his stance. Mirik stood ready in a blocking position.

"Your Excellency's strength deserves my full attention. Please be careful next time."

As he spoke, the toe of the hunter's right foot made a few cracks on the hard stone floor. His whole body seemed to be dyed with a dark and unknown red light, and he was exuding abnormal heat. His body turned into an afterimage and quickly approached Mi. Rick,

Mirik's expression changed. He held his heavy sword in front of him in an attempt to block the scimitar. However, the hunter flipped his body in the air and stepped on the end of the heavy sword. A majestic force came from the end of the heavy sword. When the sound came, Mirik, who was holding the heavy sword tightly, felt his arms being pulled. The heavy sword was forcefully thrown downwards while feeling pain.

This time Mirik let go of the heavy sword without hesitation, avoiding the serious consequences of breaking both arms. However, without the weapon, Mirik could only watch the scimitar resting on his neck.

With just one move, the undefeated veteran of the Fearless Vanguard's First Shield Formation was completely defeated.

Galen gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but then helplessly let go. He knew that even if he went up, he would not be much better.

These vampire hunters from the Noxus Empire are more like monsters in human skin than humans. I am afraid they have already broken away from the level of normal people. People like Mirik and him who only rely on hard study and training Ordinary people are no match for him.

Unless they can put on the mithril armor and take the mithril sword, they may still be able to fight... But then again, the opponent also doesn't have any sophisticated weapons.

Mirik sighed softly and whispered.

"I lost."

The hunter retracted his scimitar.

"Accepted."

Mirik's defeat can be regarded as a complete defeat of the fearless vanguard's competitive spirit. One against three, three consecutive defeats.

Even the most unruly soldier could see the absolute difference. However, Korir, the tauren of the Stonehorn Tribe, grunted unyieldingly and wanted to stand up and fight the hunter, but was beaten by his comrades. Hold on.

Collier is a tauren with infinite strength. In daily competitions, he is weaker than Sword Captain Galen and a few points stronger than Mirik. The strength gap between Hunter and Mirik is not just a few points. I came here to make up for it, but going up now will just keep embarrassing me.

"Galen, do you want to go up and give it a try? If it were you, I might be able to defeat the opponent."

Jarvan IV looked at Galen and lowered his voice. A bitter smile appeared on Galen's face. An uninformed person would have thought that the crown prince in front of him was the son of the prince of the Noxus Empire.

"Your Highness, did you already know that this would be the result?"

"Absolutely. I've seen the power of night hunters when I was in Fidelette. It's normal that you can't defeat these monsters with special physiques. There's no need to feel ashamed.

This defeat is also to let you feel the gap between you and the truly strong. In the future, the soldiers of the Fearless Vanguard will also be strengthened in this way. This is my purpose. "

Galen nodded. Although he didn't like to use messy magic or things to transform his body, that was something he could only consider if he was strong enough.

The problem now is that just by studying hard and practicing hard, you are no match for others. Once you take action, you can't even save your life, so there is no need to be picky.

"How about it, do you want to go up and try it?"

Galen glanced at the languid Fearless Vanguard reservists and shook his head.

"Forget it, my strength is only slightly better than Mirik's, so I won't be his opponent."

Jarvan IV nodded, coughed twice and stood up, attracting everyone's attention.

"Let me introduce to you, this is the vampire hunter from the Noxus Empire. He is strong enough to deal with those blood-sucking monsters. He is also the helper I invited from the Noxus Empire.

Everyone! It is not shameful to lose at the hands of a strong one, but it is a shameful act of cowardice to admit defeat!

Real warriors are always indomitable! Even in defeat, my soldiers of the Fearless Vanguard did not flinch. As the Crown Prince of Demacia, I am proud of this! "

Jarvan IV's words broke the stiff atmosphere, and the Demacians regained some confidence and courage. Sisilia and Quinn looked at Jarvan IV and waited quietly.

"In the next few years, there will be an organization in Demacia that is not inferior to the vampire hunters. I named this new mercenary organization [Holy Judge Hunter]!"

Jarvan IV turned to look at Heathlia and the others.

"Now the first batch of students of the Holy Seal Hunters will be recruited from the Fearless Vanguard Reserves, soldiers! You have passed the numerous trials of the Fearless Vanguard! You have proven your excellence!

I assure you, whether you are serving in the Dauntless Vanguard or working in the Hunters of the Holy Inquisition, you are the most loyal and honorable warriors in Demacia!

If you want to join the Holy Judgment Hunters, you can explain it to your superiors within three days..."

Jarvan IV and the vampire hunters had left, and the forty-two reservists lined up again on the training ground.

Compared with before, the instructor's face showed a little less anticipation for his juniors and a little more reluctance to give up.

Although he was very reluctant, after all, it was a task assigned by his superiors, and he must complete it to the letter.

"I said, does anyone want to join that bullshit Holy Hunter? Doesn't anyone really think that the Holy Hunter is more popular than us, the Fearless Vanguard?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one said anything, not wanting to stand out.

Seeing this situation, the instructor breathed a sigh of relief. Since no one wanted to join the Holy Judgment Hunters, then these outstanding juniors could stay in the Fearless Vanguard. It would be a pity to give up such a group of good seedlings.

If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince hadn't turned his elbow outward, it wouldn't have been so difficult for him.

"Since no one wants to join the Holy Judgment Hunters, let's stop this matter. Remember to finish the three thousand words tonight..."

As soon as I talked about my experience in three thousand words, the outstanding person suddenly appeared at an inappropriate time.

"Sir! I want to join the Holy Judgment Hunters!"

"Sir! Me too! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has said that no matter where he is, it is the glory of the kingdom!"

The instructor stared blankly at the reserve soldiers who suddenly became excited, and felt a chill in his heart.

Heathlia looked at Quinn with his hands raised in surprise.

"Quinn, are you going too?"

Quinn nodded.

"If you join the Holy Inquisition Hunters, you might be able to visit the Noxus Empire. Sister Sona is in Fidelite. I have always wanted to meet Sister Sona."

Seeing Quinn's determination, Heathlia suppressed her fear of the Noxians and raised her little hand.

"Then, I'll go too." (End of Chapter)