League of Legends Millennium Warlord

More than a month ago, there were many rumors on Dalmo Plain.

Some people say that there is a group of faceless assassins in the darkness, killing people without blood.

Some people also said that they saw with their own eyes strange warriors wearing terrifying armors who blatantly killed bandits and robbers. The villages with dozens of people in them were all destroyed overnight, leaving no one alive.

Others say that they are a group of devils, a group of devils from hell, who came back from hell for revenge...

To the west of the Dalmo Plain, in a hidden valley between the mountains, there is a huge secret gathering place where more than a hundred vicious bandits are entrenched.

All robbers and bandits who live by robbery know that this place belongs to the terrible Beheaded Bandit Group.

The gathering place is built in the gap between two peaks. Only the mountain road in the north can lead to the outside world. The end of the road in the south is a cliff, separated by a natural chasm, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Inside the largest wooden house in the gathering place.

Doyle pushed away the beautiful girl who was serving him, and put on his pants a little irritably.

"Lord Doyle, you..."

The beautiful, half-dressed woman wanted to continue to please the man, but was yelled at by the man.

"go out."

"you……"

"Get out!!"

"yes……"

The girl knelt down on the ground in grievance and slowly crawled out.

"damn it!"

Every time he closes his eyes, Doyle will think back to the Noxian village that inexplicably ate more than 200 of his own people. Recently, there have been many disturbing rumors in the north, which makes Doyle begin to doubt whether the two are. Is there any relationship between them?

Is that man named Lester coming?

"Somebody come!"

A loyal servant standing outside the door walked in quickly.

"Lord Doyle!"

Doyle's scarred face frowned.

"Call Brian over here."

"yes."

The men left in a hurry, and soon a shy and kind-hearted man with a fair face came in.

The man knelt down on one knee and saluted Doyle.

"Lord Doyle."

"Get up and talk."

"yes."

The two of them sat side by side on wooden chairs. Doyle stared at the ground, his face uncertain, and he refused to speak for a long time.

Brian asked tentatively.

"Lord Doyle, do you have any orders for me to do?"

"Is it still peaceful in the village recently?"

Brian smiled, his tone soft and affirmative.

"Sir Doyle, there are food and people in the stronghold. After the brothers have enough to eat and drink every day, they train and have fun. We can no longer settle down."

"Recently, let's all restrain ourselves, play less with women, and place more sentries around the perimeter to avoid being stupidly wiped on the neck."

Although it was a little strange, Brian still nodded in agreement.

"clear."

Doyle breathed a sigh of relief. He still trusted the new staff member in front of him who was ruthless, knew how to please himself, and had means.

Except for being too perverted sometimes... everything else is fine.

"Let me ask you, how is the intelligence investigation on the destruction of the Blood Hands going?"

The Bloody Hands is a bandit organization located to the east of the Beheaded Bandits. Doyle has always been concerned about the uprooting of his 'old neighbor' and has specially sent his men to investigate.

Unfortunately, the final result was just a pile of corpses burned to bones. Apart from no survivors, there were no additional witnesses or information. The entire village, which had seen blood, seemed to be haunted by ghosts, with a gloomy atmosphere.

When Doyle asked about this matter, Brian's face became serious.

"It seems that the Blood Hands has provoked an organization that they shouldn't provoke. After investigation, our people found that the number of people who destroyed the Blood Hands should not be too many, and they were well-equipped, with superb fighting skills, and ruthless. From the corpses in the corpse pit, Judging from the broken bones, the dead guy seems to have been severely tortured and killed with extremely cruel methods."

"Gone?"

Facing Doyle's dissatisfied gaze, Brian felt a little embarrassed.

"It's true that those people did things too cleanly. I have never encountered such a thing before. This is the limit of what I can do when there are no survivors at all. There are only traces He was also wiped out by everyone,

Brian asked the adults to punish him. "

After taking a deep look at Brian, who was kneeling on the ground again, Doyle had no reason to get angry.

If other idiots were to investigate this matter, they might not even report anything to me.

"Okay, get up."

"yes."

Brian sat back on his seat again, with only one side of his butt touching him as always, which made Doyle less reproachful in his heart.

With Brian's level of knowledge, he would never deal with him in a submissive manner, so it could only be that those people did it too cleanly.

It's so clean that it makes people shudder.

For some reason, at this moment, he once again thought of Nuoer Village, where he had lost his troops.

"Anyway, something like this has happened near our gathering place. The cause and effect of this matter must be clarified, and we must be on guard against it... You kid, please do this well today and report to me in the evening. You must not mistaken."

"Understood, my subordinates will arrange defense matters now."

Squinting as he watched Brian leave respectfully, Doyle nodded with satisfaction and closed his eyes.

At this time, he no longer had any thoughts of having fun, and a vague sense of urgency was slowly approaching.

The sun finally sets, night falls, autumn is coming soon, and the summer insects in the North land desperately sing their final song.

The last song of the summer insects was like a series of unspeakable soul-burial lamentations. Finally, as if being strangled by the throat, the insects' chirping stopped abruptly in the highest pitched sound, and deathly silence came over.

The evil spirit in the night reveals its claws.

On the beam, Morris suddenly opened his eyes, took out the magic steel thorn, silently fell from the sky, covered his mouth, and sent the thorn into the heart of the bandit guard.

"Well……"

After stabbing the dead bandit twice, Morris spliced ​​the spear together and slowly walked out of the guard post.

Further away, DiMaster, with a satisfied smile on his face, held up the dark blood crossbow in his hand, killing the other two eyes hidden in the dark, and capturing more lives as a hunter.

The blood flowed silently, looking particularly soft under the bright moonlight.

Seeing DiMaster clearing away the bandit posts outside, Morris smiled silently at DiMaster and disappeared into the darkness together.

Tonight is a good day to kill.

The edge is hidden in the night, the sharp edge of the night is the night edge.

Morris pulled out the spear from the guard's heart and slowly pushed open the solid gate.

As expected of the lord, it is a good name.

Inside the robber barracks,

Deadist expressionlessly used a knife to slit the throats of the sleeping robbers, just like a butcher killing countless pigs in a slaughterhouse.