League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Freljord, south of Nelzayag Village, north foot of Iron Sha Mountain Range.

Around the fragile farmland ecology, a small dispute has just begun.

"Every life has the right to live on the continent of Valoran, but after all, I have something to ask for... Troll, can I ask you to go elsewhere to graze?"

Taking off his hood, the wandering mage calmly looked at the four ice-blue trolls more than ten meters away, with a soft voice.

Hearing the threat from the wandering mage, the irascible troll headed stopped picking his teeth, first asked his companions to inform the patriarch, then turned his head, and held up a huge wooden club under the watchful eyes of his jumping companions, threatened in jerky Freljord.

"Muggle! Bald purple guy! Get out of our ranch!!! Otherwise, I'll eat you!!!"

"Kill it, Muggle!! Eat it, purple potato!"

"It's good! It's good! It's good~"

Unable to suppress his irritable nature, the three-headed troll who simply held a pre-war meeting launched an attack during the negotiation.

After the warning, the troll still chose to attack, and Ryze decided to make a move.

Raising his hands, the surging magical energy quickly became regularized under the constraints of the array, and it quickly formed under the feet of the three trolls like a rushing river. As for why it is not the sea...

Ryze doesn't want to turn this place into the abyss of the valley, and the abyss cannot be farmed.

The scene of the two-meter-tall troll charging was still very scary, at least behind the wandering mage, the twelve panic-looking tribal warriors already had the urge to run away.

"Rune Imprisonment!!"

Surging magic power gushed out from the feet of the three trolls, and three rune shackles that mortals could not break free were formed in the burst of strong light, and quickly extended along the troll's body, forcibly sealing all actions.

The troll waved the stick in a panic, stood there stupidly and was at a loss, lost control of his mouth, and turned into three wooden figures.

"They have lost their ability to move, and the rest will be left to you."

After hesitating for a while, Ryze gave up the idea of ​​killing the troll directly with magic.

After all, this is the struggle for survival between the villagers of Nairzayag and the trolls. If it weren't for the rune fragments under the land of Nairzayag, he would not have intervened in such a dispute.

Yes, but not necessary.

Apart from recycling the world runes, he didn't want to bear any more innocent murders.

Although the murder counts, there is always his share...

But the reason why people can continue to live in the midst of difficulties, and the reason they are constantly looking for to keep the tired self going, isn't it written as "self-deception"?

Those who work hard are the richest, evil is rewarded with evil, and good people are rewarded with good...

It's all just a lie to lie to yourself.

"Thank you Master Mage for your help!!"

The voice of the tribal warrior brought Ryze back from his depressed mood and restored his previous calm.

With the assistance of the wandering mage, the twelve tribal warriors waved their spears confidently, and easily knocked the terrified troll to the ground. After a few hits, they turned into blood gourds and died completely.

Sighing, when Ryze withdrew the magic, the three-headed troll had been stabbed into a rotten sieve. Seeing the corpse fell, the tribe warriors quickly began to skillfully decompose the troll's corpse, peeling the skin and bones, and taking out the marrow. Any available parts, which naturally included edible fat and chunks of meat, and even stinky toes, until the body bags were filled.

"Oh, I really don't want to suffer at all, I am worthy of being a northerner..."

Finally understanding why the tribal warriors carried so many leather bags when fighting, Ryze shook his head, turned around, and looked at the lovely snowflakes flying in the sky with a wry smile.

"This is the Freljord, a beautiful and cruel place..."

Everyone waited patiently for the next batch of trolls to arrive, until the group of trolls was wiped out, or they chose to flee here.

It is about the survival struggle of the ethnic group, either you die or I die.

There are no compromises.

...

After learning that Demacia refused to send troops to support, there were many surrender factions in Triwell, although there were no resistance factions at the beginning.

Isaiah didn't want to get involved in the messy things of the adults in the village, and of course he wasn't qualified to get involved.

He's just a shepherd boy who befriends the old beasts.

Instead of thinking about whether he would be beheaded by the Noxus, he might as well talk to his yordle friends and listen to the story of Bandle City.

That was the fairy tale life he dreamed of.

When the adults were arguing, the Glittering Silver Mountain Range was close to a secluded place below the mountain, and the lives of three different races were also talking fiercely.

"Gulu Gulu~"

Skaar stared at the two of them with wide eyes, stuck out his tongue, and tried his best to express his precious opinions.

"I've said it several times, we're Bandle... oh no, yordles! Bandle City! You stupid biped! Confused me too!"

Kled jumped up angrily, swinging the ax in his hand, which made Isaiah laugh.

"Mr. Kret, whether it's Yordle or Bender, isn't that all Del? What's the difference?"

"Ahh!! What's the difference!? You actually told me what's the difference? Bender is a city, and Yodel is a person? It's a person! Do you understand, idiot kid?"

"Oh, I see, Yodle is not a human, right? Sure enough, Yodle is a city, Mr. Kret, where is Yodle?"

"Yeah, you're going to piss me off! Can I chop you?"

"Gulu Gulu~huhu~"

After circling the two of them twice, the excited dragon lizard Skaar joined the battle with great interest, and licked Isaiah's cheek with his tongue, making the boy smile happily.

For Isaiah, he didn't really enjoy this kind of meaningless debate. As for why he deliberately said he was a Bandle, he just wanted to change the subject.

Because every time he came up, Kled would ask him if the Noxians were here, if they could fight, and so on, and almost went to the village to fight.

Mr. Clay is really aggressive.

Seeing Kled staring at him unkindly with an ax in his hand, Isaiah thought for a while and decided to end the topic about the Bandle immediately.

"Mr. Kret, is the saddle that Uncle Malus made for you useful?"

Thinking that he could safely ride on the stupid lizard now, Kled gave up the idea of ​​chopping the stupid biped human cub alive.

"I have to say, your human craftsmanship is pretty good! Skaar is very satisfied!"

Instantly forgetting the unhappiness just now, Kled turned over and rode the dragon lizard skillfully, and took the reins.

"Look, I have now become a great dragon lizard knight, and I will defeat all fools and cowards who stand in front of me!"

"Not bad~"

After clapping his hands, Aisaiah squinted his eyes and continued to smile.

"Mr. Clay, are we friends now?"

Patting Skaarr's hard scales, Kled jumped down, grinning.

"Of course, my human friend Isaiah, you managed to gain the friendship of General Kled."

"Then, can General Kled tell the story of Bandle City again, that is, the yordle Rambo who likes to collect rags?"

"Yeah, that furry guy who looks like a mouse likes to collect junk, he likes to pick up things that others don't want, and tinkers with some strange 'highly lethal' weapons, but the fact is that he can't even kill cockroaches ...

And his height, even among the yordles, can be regarded as an out-and-out dwarf... Probably not up to your knees? He also always wants another Bandle's compliment...

Hey, it's not so much appreciation as special attention. "

Laughing at his own clan without hesitation, Kelie suddenly thought of something and smiled maliciously.

"I remember I told you last time, the gunners of Bandle City, the leader of those gunners is called Tristana, and Tristana is the object that trash guys like. Regarding this matter, the entire Bandle City All the smart people have seen it, not including fools and fools."

"Bandle's gunner is called Tristana?"

"Yes, her name is Tristana. She also has a hand cannon called 'Boom'. That hand cannon is bigger than her body. I don't know how she controls that big guy. I saw it with my own eyes. But she blasted herself into the sky with a bang!

Wait... maybe Skaarl, I should consider getting a gas cannon too? Skaarl, would you like to carry a cannon? I think it's just right to put your ass on! If you like to run away, point your ass at the enemy and release your fart to kill them! "

"Googling? Eh?"

"Tch, it's really boring."

After being asked back by Skaar, Klein curled his lips.

"Does Tristana know that Rambo likes her?"

"should……"

Just as the two were chatting vigorously, a billow of thick smoke rose from the village below the mountain, and Isaiah's expression changed.

"It's the warning and gathering signal in the village! It may be the Noxus coming! No, I have to go back and see my mother!"

Hearing this, Kled quickly straddled Skaarr, picked up the axe, and looked at the thick smoke excitedly.

"Come on, Isaiah, let me see if the Noxians are as powerful as you say! If you dare to lie to me..."

"What will happen?"

After deliberating for a while, Klein said with a ferocious face.

"Then I'll kill you!"

"Woo! Woo!!"

...

For Marus the leatherworker, the days of fear are finally over.

Because the Noxians really came.

"Everyone give up resistance! Gather at the village gate! Give up resistance! Gather at the village gate! The Noxians will not attack us!"

The voice of the village chief came from outside the cobbler's house, which made the cobbler feel more at ease.

‘Perhaps the Noxians would live better if they came? '

With a wry smile, he put down the half-sewed leather armor in his hand, and Marus walked towards the entrance of the village.

"Everyone come and register your personal situation!! Line up! Take it easy!"

After the soldiers in charge of the records asked the villagers' names and other information, they recorded the basic information on the bound Shurima paper.

Within the defensive line formed by dozens of solemn soldiers, the village head of Triwell was talking to Leicester.

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