League of Legends Millennium Warlord

After Ornn placed the Western sword, he silently took out a cut obsidian naming plate from a wooden box. Lester took the naming plate and left the name Nok on it without Ornn's help. The name of the weapon and his own name written in Sassanian.

After mounting the obsidian name plate that Lester had written on the weapon rack, Aoun took a few steps back, but a sad smile appeared on his face.

Anivia looked at Ornn silently, and looked at Lester for help.

Understanding Anivia's eyes, Lester nodded and agreed to help Anivia explain the truth. He no longer allowed Orn to be sentimental.

Time meant nothing to Ornn, but it was urgent to him.

(In order to reduce unnecessary words, Aoun’s congenital language disorder will not be described in detail below)

"Ornn, the Freljord needs your help now."

Lester stood in front of Ornn with a sincere tone.

"The people of the Freljord are suffering an unprecedented disaster, and they need your help."

Aoun moved his eyes away from the Western sword, placed it on Lester, and said in a low voice.

"Master Leicester, you don't need to tell me anything that has nothing to do with forging. No matter what the Freljord becomes, it has nothing to do with who I am now. I just want to be here alone with the hammer, and spend my life... It's just a long time,

Instead of talking about these meaningless things, why not share with me how you fused ice and fire, and how you forged the stunning thin sword of Ice Rose Love? Can you show me your superb forging skills again? "

He could hear the unwavering stubbornness in Ornn's tone, and Lester knew that it would be impossible to persuade Ornn to come out without something real.

"Ornn, I know that you have always cherished every moment of being with the Furnace family, but no one has told you over the years that not all of the Furnace family died in the battle between you and Volibear. Many of them died. People survived that battle.”

As soon as the words fell, a hot energy steamed from Ornn's horns to the surroundings, almost burning the air.

Aoun's eyes were terrifyingly cold, holding a hammer in his hand as he stared at Lester, but Lester remained calm and sincere, unmoved.

Finally, Ornn softened and stopped being aggressive.

"If you are deceiving me about the furnace family, I will only drive you out for the sake of creating Ice Rose Love. Even if you are the only blacksmith in the world, I will not tolerate you. The Yulu family deceived me."

"A lie can never turn into the truth. It shouldn't be difficult for you to tell whether it is a lie. No matter what the truth is, you should give yourself a chance to accept it."

In the oppressive silence, Aoun finally nodded.

"You tell me."

"I will say it, but not now."

Aoun's eyes turned even colder.

"...What are your conditions?"

"Help the people of the Freljord, and I will tell you the truth when we get through this disaster."

Anivia's cute little mouth opened wide. She really didn't expect that Lester would use his secret to save the furnace family as a deal. The most important thing is that Ornn actually agreed to this condition.

It was like he was liaising with Lester to 'trap' his brother. It was clear that he did that thing to ease the relationship with Ornn, but that thing became a knife to blackmail Ornn...

For the first time, she felt what a 'sense of immorality' was. Excited, Anivia quickly lowered her head to hide her complicated feelings, not daring to look at Ornn again.

Immersed in the mixed emotions of anger and joy, Aoun had no time to observe Anivia's expression.

Hearing that Lester was still negotiating terms with him for the sake of the Freljordians rather than for himself, Ornn's attitude changed again. He was no longer cold or enthusiastic, but maintained the same attitude towards the master blacksmith before the mystery was revealed. Respect.

"How do you want me to help humans?"

"Before I say this, I want you to come with us to find Volibear."

Aoun's expression changed.

"What are you doing with that idiot? He'll only make things worse."

Lester smiled.

"Before he makes things worse, let's beat him until he understands how to make things better."

…

Somewhere in the north of the Hanluo Mountains, surrounded by mountains, there is a hidden valley protected by thunder and storms. The isolated bear tribe leads a primitive and savage hunting life in the valley.

A small blood sacrifice is going on deep in the Bearman Valley.

The old Bear Man High Priest Laidun knelt naked in front of the altar of the Bear God, and devoutly cut off the female antelope that had just been hunted by the tribe. The fearful and struggling female antelope was held in the arms of the Bear Man High Priest, and soon died. There was movement.

The not-so-sharp stone knife turned into a magical weapon in the hands of the powerful bear priest, easily tearing the fur of the female beast, and the blood flowed into the blood basin of the altar along the wound of the female beast, and soon pretended to be a weapon. Full of blood.

After the blood of the female antelope dried, the great bear priest stood up, respectfully peeled off the female animal's skin with a stone knife, and handed it to a slightly younger bear priest.

The young bear priest looked equally solemn. He put the bloody animal skin on the back of the bear priest, letting the steaming flesh and blood fit against the bear priest's body, as if wearing a layer of clothes.

After putting on the animal skin, the bearman high priest continued to use stone knives to separate the bones and flesh of the female antelope, and placed them on the other two tables of the altar.

"The great Lord of Thunder, Volibear, the God of Storms and Hunting, the Ursine tribe here offers a blood sacrifice to you. Please protect us from this disaster and give us the power to hunt. May your name forever dominate this land. The earth..."

Under the altar where Lai Dun was, a hundred Ursines knelt on the ground and remained silent, hoping that this blood sacrifice would bring different changes to the tribe.

Because of the sudden blizzard, the Bearman tribe suffered heavy losses, and High Priest Laidun directly closed the Bearman Valley.

At first, the high priest encouraged the bearmen to be brave and take the initiative to hunt in the blizzard, but later the missing bearmen almost destroyed the entire tribe.

Now only the most powerful werebear hunters in the tribe are eligible to obtain the permission of the high priest to leave the Bearman Valley and hunt in the snowstorm.

But even though the high priest has sent out the most powerful bear hunters in the tribe to hunt, the food supply in the Bear Valley is still increasingly scarce. Most of the young bear men can only starve. It is tantamount to a devastating blow to the surviving bear tribe.

Those blizzards seem to swallow up the lives of all bear people, and the bear hunters are no exception. In order to continue the tribe, the bear tribe can only pray to the Lord of Thunder as they did in the past, praying that the Lord of Thunder can listen to the voice of the bear people and give them gifts. The same power of their ancestors gave them the gift of walking through blizzards.

"...Great Volibear, please show us your majesty and power, please tell us where our future path should go..."

The old Ursine High Priest Laidun sadly said a prayer that he did not have any expectations. When the Ursine priest poured the precious fuel on the altar, Laidun tremblingly lit the altar with a torch.

After flowing along the concave channel on the altar, the fuel instantly ignited into a raging fire, burning the sacrifices with their flesh and bones.

The fire quickly roasted the meat and gave it a delicious aroma. The young bear man twitched his nose hard, but he did not dare to expect anything. He could only watch the fire devour everything.

When the flames went out, the flesh of the sacrifice had turned into unpleasant charcoal, and the blood of the sacrifice had dried up due to transpiration. However, the bones of the sacrifice had not been burned into ashes and still retained their general shape.

The young bear priest showed a disappointed look. The fact that the animal bones were not burned can only mean one thing, that is, the Lord of Thunder enshrined on the altar did not arrive at the altar to accept their sacrifices. In this case, the Lord of Thunder would naturally not be able to bear the sacrifice. Will show up to help them break out of their current predicament.

There is no doubt that this is another failed sacrifice.

Looking back at the restless bears, High Priest Lai Dun gloomily took the female antelope skin on the back that had not been burned by the thunder into his body, and threw it directly to the somewhat bewildered young priest.

"Walsh, our sacrifices cannot satisfy the Lord of Thunder. What the Lord of Thunder wants is a human sacrifice. If a human sacrifice is offered to the Lord of Thunder, the Lord of Thunder will definitely show up."

The bear priest named Walsh held the bloody animal skin and said worriedly.

"But now we can't even get out of the Bear Valley. Where can we catch those heretics and offer them to the Lord of Thunder?"

The high priest patted Walsh on the shoulder.

"No matter what the cost, we must capture a heretic. Walsh, you are the youngest and most outstanding bear priest. This time, you will lead the team to hunt. You choose the best hunter in the tribe to serve me. Bring back a heretic.”

Walsh smiled bitterly to himself and looked back. All the really powerful bear hunters had died outside. The only ones left in the clan were some bear hunters who couldn't even get enough to eat. How could there be such good hunters? .

He is the youngest and most outstanding because none of the priests older than him have come back. He really doesn't want to risk his life and leave the Bear Valley, but he doesn't have the guts to refuse the high priest's order, so he can only agree. This is a dead mission anyway.

If he refuses, I am afraid that he will be torn alive by the high priest as a second sacrifice to the Lord of Thunder whom he has never seen before.

Just when Walsh was about to consider who he should choose to die together, a bear man burst into the Thunder Altar panting, attracting the cold gaze of the high priest.

"High Priest! Heretics are coming to our door!"

Walsh's face lit up, but he didn't dare to speak before the high priest.

"Viva, what's going on? There's such a heavy snowstorm outside, how can there be disbelievers in the Bear Valley?"

"It's true! I watched those heretics flying down from the sky and looking at us from a distance. They looked delicious..."

As he spoke, the female bearman Viva actually drooled. Considering that Viva didn't have the guts to deceive him yet, Lai Dun said loudly.

"Look! This is the sacrifice brought to us by Volibear, the Lord of Thunder!

Volibear on top! As long as these heretics are sacrificed to our gods, we will surely defeat this blizzard! "

When the bear man's ferocity was provoked, Lai Dun gave the order.

"Go! Capture the heretics and bring them here. We will no longer be hungry, nor will we be lost in the snowstorm..."

Before Lai Dun finished speaking, the bear men kneeling on the ground surrounded Viva and left the place of sacrifice.

"It seems we were treated as a snack by these bear men."

Lester stood on the cliff at the mouth of the valley and looked down at the bustling Bearman Valley. He couldn't help but sigh that life is really fragile and tough. Even such a cold rock valley can support so many lively barbarians.

It would have been better if these barbarians, who cling to animal skins, eat fur and drink blood, didn't look up to him like a raw steak.

Anivia looked at the bearman who wanted to climb up from the bottom of the cliff to attack with disgust, frowned and said.

"Volibear has always only cared about himself and not at all about his followers. This is why I chose to support the Three Ice Sisters.

If Volibear wins the War of Faith, the entire Freljord will look like Ursine Valley. "

"It looks like they don't even have enough to eat, so why do they still believe in Volibear?"

Shyvana observed the bear-men who were getting increasingly manic with some confusion. She really didn't know what these guys who wore animal skins and were no different from wild beasts were planning on.

Before Anivia said anything, she shrunk into a miniature figure. Ornn, who was standing on Lester's shoulder, began to mumble. Shyvana listened to Ornn's mumble with a blank look on her face, then turned to look at Lester and the others. With translation.

Lester explained calmly.

"Not everyone wants to believe in Volibear. The bearmen will capture young human children or young women and bring them back to the bearman tribe. After the sacrificial ceremony, the human children will put on animal skins to let the animal skins blend with the skin. One body, transformed into a new bear,

Young women will be violated by werebear sacrifices. When they are no longer able to bear children for the werebears, they will be used as food and eaten by the werebears.

Only girls who grew up in the bear tribe are qualified to become a member of the bear tribe. However, such bear girls are not qualified to hunt. They are just common wives for the tribe to thrive. "

After a pause, Lester spoke again.

"Before the empire intervened in the Freljord, many villages of the Avarosa tribe and the Winter's Claw tribe living under the mountains were often harassed by bearmen. In recent years, under the pressure of the empire, the bearmen were After hunting a lot, the bear talents have restrained themselves a lot and no longer blatantly slaughter and plunder villages.

The Ursines who have always believed in Volibear have been one of the disasters of the Freljord. "

After hearing what Lester said, Shyvana's expression turned cold.

"Can I kill them all?"

Glancing at the scrawny bear man, Lester said calmly.

"No one in this world cares about their life or death." (End of Chapter)