League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"I asked you how the Immortal Fortress compares with Nuer City. I didn't ask you whether you wanted to live here."

Panicked, Lorena knelt on the ground. Seeing this, LeBlanc's voice became even colder.

"Stand up and answer my question. Only the most incompetent slaves in Noxus will kneel!"

"I, I am His Majesty Leicester's slave..."

"If you want to be His Majesty Leicester's slave, you are not qualified yet."

Not knowing LeBlanc's intentions, Lorena, who couldn't cater to LeBlanc, could only stand up in a hurry and say whatever came to her mind.

"In Nuer City, except for Darkwill, everyone has to live a bent-over life. Even if we become the noblest blood heirs of the thirteen clans in the eyes of most blood descendants, we still have to sell everything we have. Let the despicable Darkwill dictate what you want."

LeBlanc looked at Darkwill, who was still unconscious, with a mocking arc on his lips.

Lorena, who was focused on responding, didn't notice this small detail and continued.

"Here, the Noxians I saw, no matter how high or low they were, were all walking with their heads raised. Even if a person of humble status met a noble, he only needed to use ordinary greetings.

I can't see the deeper things yet. At least in the part that I, an outsider, can see, the Noxus Empire has given enough justice and respect to every citizen. "

"It's not pretty, but at least it's true."

LeBlanc clapped her hands lightly, and a tall, silver-haired woman wearing a Western sword skirt walked into the prison and stood behind LeBlanc.

Lorena raised her eyes cautiously, her eyes instantly fixed on the delicate and cold face of the silver-haired woman, and her eyes suddenly widened with an expression of disbelief.

"Maria! You're not dead?!"

Maria ignored Lorena's intention, held the hem of her skirt and stood on tiptoes, bowing slightly to LeBlanc.

"Good day, Ms. Rose."

Returning to Maria with ladylike manners, LeBlanc smiled slightly.

"Good day, Miss Maria. Looking at Miss Lorena's excitement, it seems that I don't need to introduce you to the origin of Miss Lorena."

Maria nodded slightly, and a cold light flashed through her rose-red eyes that symbolized her identity as a blood descendant.

"Ms. Rose, it's true as you said, Miss Lorena is my 'old friend', an old friend who touches my heart."

"Very well, Miss Maria, now I will hand over your 'old friend' to you. You can use her as much as you like when handling affairs.

If she cannot satisfy you, it only means that she is not suitable to survive in Noxus. I will arrange Miss Lorena's final destination. "

"Thank you for your generosity, Ms. Rose."

After saying that, LeBlanc looked at the disturbed Lorena.

"Miss Lorena, I think you know better than me what to do next.

From now on, Miss Maria is your ‘guardian’. Can I atone for the sins you have committed? I will only listen to Miss Maria’s side of the story. Do you understand what I mean? "

Lorena thought that she might have to spend the rest of her life under control, but she never imagined that the immediate boss who controlled her life and death was actually the vampire hunter Maria whom she had embraced for the first time and who had given her a scarlet curse with a dagger.

Looking at it at this moment, Maria not only did not die from the scarlet curse she left behind, but she also perfectly controlled the more powerful source blood energy and became a blood descendant even more powerful than her.

With the vicious methods she used back then, if Maria still had some desire for revenge against her, she would be put in a coffin by the terrifying female mage as soon as she walked out of the prison.

What's worse than the fact that Daozu is being slapped by a fish just now, and she is now the fish that bullies Daozu to death.

Lorena, who was desperate, did not have the courage to bargain, so she could only bow and nod.

"My lord, I understand what you mean."

LeBlanc waved her hand.

"Very well, Miss Maria, Miss Lorena, you can leave."

When Maria left the prison with the dejected Lorena, LeBlanc cast a recovery spell on Darkwill on the torture rack, which relieved Darkwill, who was already thirsty for blood. pain.

"Let me think about it, how should I torture you next?"

Raising his empty eyes, Darkwill made intermittent sounds angrily.

"Please, please kill...kill me..."

"You will die, but not in my hands, but on the pillar of shame of the Darkwill family, bringing shame to your ancestors."

Brown Darkwill, who had endured all kinds of torture, attempted suicide, and had suffered numerous mental breakdowns, heard LeBlanc's words at this moment. His originally weak and decaying body seemed to have regained strength, and he let out a cry like a dying beast. Wail.

"No! This is the only thing, please don't do this! Please, please at least let my family retain the last dignity..."

LeBlanc looked at Darkwill with pity.

"The time has been set. Get ready for the final judgment. Brown Darkwill. Your voice of judgment will be the clarion call for the Empire to launch a counterattack. After this, no matter how glorious and powerful Noxus is, , and it has nothing to do with you Darkwill,

It wasn't Darkwill who made Noxus great again, it was His Majesty the Holy Emperor Leicester. "

…

In the underworld, the Masked Mother with a giant thorny iron rope around her neck was covered with bruises. She lay down under the River Styx in a state of anger. She watched helplessly as the souls that fell into the River Styx from the material realm were collected by evil devices. A batch of Send away batch after batch.

The only remaining mask spirit, Void Spirit Evil Owl, has long been transformed into a magic statue, forever looking up at the huge shadow in the north of the underworld.

In the Eternal City, Mitna Rachen is holding an unprecedented pre-war mobilization.

From the Hall of Valor of the Immortals to the Howler's Avenue of Death in the border town, there is an undead soldier wearing armor and swords standing in every corner.

Or the necromancers who master evil witchcraft, or the death knights who ride skeleton horses and skeleton dragons,

The eyes of every undead are burning with fanatical soul flames. The soul flames are full of desire for conquest and killing. They can't wait to destroy everything in the material realm, but the undead appear to be very restrained, like sculptures. Still maintaining a motionless posture.

The angle of view was pulled upwards, as if waiting for something, millions of undead soldiers lined up in a military formation silently and fanatically, looking in the direction of Valhalla together.

At the very center of Mitna Rachen stands a palace protected by Ochen's magic.

In the Hall of the Immortals, or in the majestic hall called the Hall of Valor by the undead in the underworld, the Dark Lord Mordekaiser is sitting on the throne of bones, looking down indifferently at the one hundred and fourteen people standing under the throne. The general of the underworld, but his thoughts drifted to the distant past unconsciously.

Since he listened to the real voice of darkness in the underworld, Mitna Rachen, which he built with his own hands, has been dormant for one thousand three hundred and eighty-four years. He patiently started from nothing and built up a distant future step by step. Better than the power of the past,

He enslaved the Mother of Masks, the actual controller of the underworld, plundered the bones of the ancestral dragon on the Hidden Dragon Island, and controlled the reincarnation of souls in the River Styx. Even the material realm blessed by the gods was nothing more than his flesh and blood pasture.

On this road leading to the supreme throne of the palace, his feet were already covered with the bones of losers, and he continued to move forward amidst the painful and fearful wails of his soul.

The world only thinks that he has no wisdom, and the only thing he relies on is strength, but no one knows that he has reached the point where he is today. What he uses most is not strength, but his innate wisdom.

When he decides to take action, there is absolutely no way anyone in this world can stop him.

Now, the army serving him is ready to sweep across the material realm. It only needs a suitable time, a time to announce to the world that Mordekaiser has returned.

And now, he got the best opportunity.

Standing up from the Skeleton Throne, Mordekaiser smashed Nightfall to the ground, and his cold and majestic voice reached the ears of every Mitna Rachen soldier through the Hall of the Immortals.

"I am Mordekaiser, your master, the King of Darkness, the Lord of the Underworld."

When Mordekaiser finished his first words, in an instant, Mitna Rachen's ceaseless wails became trembling, daring not to make any sound.

The undead legions in the Eternal Capital knelt on the ground one after another, prostrate themselves on the ground together with the one hundred and fourteen generals in the Hall of Valor, listening to the majestic voice of the Supreme Being, like the roar of a wild beast.

"After we have conquered the underworld, the ridiculous and pathetic mortals are still trying to block our army with their meager strength!

Just like a young lamb who doesn't understand how terrifying the wolf living in the snowy night is,

They won't understand our power until we rip out their throats,

They don’t understand that from the day we were born, our blades were meant to cut off their heads, our mouths were meant to drink their blood, and we were born to conquer them, enslave them, step on the bones of their families, and laugh. Listen to their weeping and gnashing of teeth,

Those mortals, those weak ones, were born to be our slaves! We will use the butcher knife in our hands to tell those mortals who is the real master of this world! "

As if they had reached the material realm and wielded their butcher knives to rob lives, the undead slapped the weapons and shields in their hands, and the sky above Mitna Rachen erupted with roars and roars filled with murderous intent.

"Fight like wild beasts! Plunder like wild beasts! Spread death and fear to the lambs like wild beasts! Kill all life you see! Their souls will become our slaves for eternity!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"I will open the door to the realm of the living for you, in the name of Valhalla! All those who died in war will have a chance to be reborn in the Immortal Temple!

You are no longer what mortals call the immortal! But the Immortal!

Follow me! Offer me your loyalty and bravery! I will lead you to conquer everything! I will bring you eternal glory! ! "

"Mordekaiser!!! Mordekaiser!!! Mordekaiser!!!"

In the praise of the Dark Lord, Mitna Rachen's Death Spire shot out the black-green boundary-breaking light that had been accumulated for a long time,

Just like a mirror was shattered, the eternal chaotic underworld air in the sky above the underworld was instantly annihilated by the violent rays. The space barrier that was so stable that it required the laws of the underworld to be torn apart began to crack huge gaps that spread rapidly.

The gap soon opened further, covering the entire city in an increasingly violent and high-speed rotating space vortex.

Countless undead people rose from the ground and were pulled by the space vortex to fly into the sky until they disappeared into the vortex.

"Go, take down the Immortal Fortress, and announce to the world that the end is coming."

…

First, dozens of lightning bolts as thick as buckets of water struck down from the sky without warning, and then a tornado suddenly blew up in the sky of Shadow Island, like a black dragon spreading its wings.

The energy monitoring crystal set up on Shadow Island exploded before it could even emit any light.

The faces of the several Holy Light Night Watchmen who were stationed in the Holy Light Magic Tower changed greatly, and they quickly ran to the top of the tower.

A giant teleportation vortex encompassing the entire inner ring of Shadow Island was seen to have stabilized the spatial structure. Amidst the roar of the tornado, the undead from the underworld, as dense as raindrops, fell from the sky, bringing a black shadow like the end of the world.

"Notify St. Leicester City quickly!"

Fortress of Holy Light, Tower of Observer.

A middle-aged man in a white robe found the old man who was looking at the broken sky, and spoke with a heavy tone.

"Lord O'Connor, the six Holy Light Towers in the inner ring and the eighteen Holy Light Towers in the outer ring simultaneously sent news of space fragmentation. Different from the last broken legion, Mr. O'Connor, this time Mitna Ra Chen is ready to take action."

The old man did not look back. He seemed to be shocked by the scene of doomsday. However, after he spoke, his tone was as relaxed as if he was discussing the weather with a friend.

"Prague, has the news reached the Immortal Fortress?"

Infected by the old man, a middle-aged light mage named Bragg came to the old man's side. His eyes stayed on the old man's rock-like resolute profile, feeling a little relieved.

"I gave the order as soon as I got the news. The Prime Minister personally ordered us to hold on to St. Leicester City at all costs and wait for the empire's support."

"well done."

The old man turned sideways and smiled at Bragg. The scars and old man's lines on his face were squeezed together, forming a face that was as unshakable as steel.

"Withdraw all your hands, as many as you can. After one day, seal the two gates of St. Leicester City and prepare to hold on to the fortress."

"As you command!"

After giving the instructions, the old man turned his bright eyes to the natural disaster in the distance.

"Do you think it's strange? I've dreamed of such scary scenes more than once in my dreams. Now that the dream has become a reality, I find that I'm not afraid of these ghosts at all. I thought I was old. My heart Now it's beating like it's been set on fire."

Bragg thought for a moment and said.

"Maybe it's because you're used to sending these ghosts back to their hometowns, so it's not you who's afraid of them, it's them who are afraid of you."