League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Hey, Alvin, are you here? Come over and share a table. It's awkward for me to be alone. By the way, what do you think of the fuss this morning?"

"Are you talking about the battle over Silver Snake Pier?"

"you know?"

"I just got off work at dawn. Who among the boat gang hanging out at the Silver Snake Pier doesn't know? Do you think I can know? By the way, sea monster food is really cheap these two days, and I can actually meet you here. "

"I don't like hearing you talk like that. Why can you meet me here? Can't I have a good meal?"

"This doesn't mean you can learn from it in life, don't care, don't care."

[Cauldron of the Deep Sea], as the name suggests, this is a well-known tavern in Bilgewater with a very free atmosphere. It is famous for its unique cooking techniques and fresh sea monster ingredients.

It was now in the evening, and as it was time to eat, the number of guests in the tavern gradually increased, including some local residents and workers who came to the tavern because of Bilgewater's "freedom of sea monster ingredients" in a short period of time. Enjoy discounts.

After the port defense battle, the two slept for a whole day. Drizzt and Graves, who were preparing to have their last meal, sat silently at a table. Because there were too many guests, the taciturn two had to Accept the bartender's request to share a table - in exchange for two free glasses of ale.

They couldn't monopolize a table when every table was full, not to mention they were in no mood to argue with others right now.

At first, he was a little concerned about the two mercenaries with sullen faces on the table. Mars, the tailor worker, did not speak without permission. When his old acquaintance Alvin walked into the tavern, Mars quickly greeted him and sat aside. If you can't stop it, you still have to worry about the mercenary who has a bad atmosphere.

"Since you saw it with your own eyes, tell me what happened at Silver Snake Pier?"

"I'm so thirsty... won't you buy me a drink?"

"You guys really know how to take advantage, clerk, give this bastard a glass of the cheapest ale! I'll charge the account!"

While the wine was being served, Drizzt pricked up his ears and calmly picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

He had always attached great importance to intelligence gathering, so naturally he was a little concerned about what important things he had missed this night. The Bilgewater native took a big sip of ale and started talking non-stop.

"I saw with my own eyes that a flying big man fought with a purple monster, from the sky to the sea, and then from the sea to the sky above the Silver Snake Pier. Various magics appeared in endlessly, and finally the monster was killed.

Purple blood flowed all over the floor. Do you know how serious the matter is? Before our gang of dock workers could react, Old Snake Face aggressively led a large group of Baru people to block the dock and drove everyone out. The usually yelling foreman didn't even dare to fart. ,

After that, the pier was forcibly controlled by the Guns and Roses gang, and it was not reopened until this afternoon. "

"Old Snake Face?! Are you talking about Old Snake Face Baruch, the master behind the Silver Snake Wharf Shipyard who even gave in to the Guns N' Roses gang?"

Mars looked surprised. You must know that old snake-faced Baruch is the real top boss in Bilgewater.

As the saying goes, ‘The iron-clad Baruch and the flowing-water pirate king’,

Before Gangplank became the Pirate King, the Baruch family was the boss of Silver Snake Pier. Now it is the era of the pirate empress Sarah, and the status of the Baruch family has not changed. Rumor has it that Bill became the first Pirate King. In the era of Jivot's overlord, the Baruch family's Silver Snake Shipyard already existed.

Anyone who makes a living by boat at sea will inevitably have to deal with the Silver Snake Shipyard. Whose boat has not been bumped into and eaten by guns and shells? If you bump into each other, you have to throw Silver Snake coins into Silver Snake Shipyard. No one can save this money. You can imagine how rich Silver Snake Shipyard is.

And now what did he hear?

The head of the Baruch family, the old owner of the Silver Snake Shipyard, a big shot who can make Bilgewater tremble with just a twitch of his toe, Old Snake Face, personally cleans the floor?

Who were the people fighting on the Silver Snake Pier? The Emperor of the Noxians or the Sea Beast True One of the Baru people?

"Is what you said true?"

Seeing Mars' expression of shock and suspicion, Alvin felt so happy.

"Of course it's true, otherwise I can ask you, a stingy man, to buy me a drink? What you got from me is genuine information. Do you know that you've made a lot of money?"

After a lonely dinner in the hustle and bustle, Drizzt and Graves walked out of the [Cauldron of the Free Deep] tavern and found a secluded embankment to stop.

Because they were sharing a table with others, the two of them barely spoke. They really just ate. Perhaps because they had eaten the king of octopus, most of the main ingredients they ordered were octopus tentacles.

Unable to separate in silence like this, the two finally spoke. Graves, who was the first to get into trouble, spoke first.

"Got to go?"

There were actually a lot of things he wanted to say to Graves in his heart, but when it came to his lips, Drizzt just hummed softly, as if saying one more word would appear pretentious.

What surprised Drizzt was that Graves did not wave goodbye to him after he said "hmm". Instead, he turned his head and looked at the sea and said: "I heard that there are many yordles over there in Ionia." People...seem to be quite valuable?"

As Graves' old partner, Drizzt immediately caught the implication of Graves' words. He felt happy in his heart, but his face showed the same poker face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, as if this was really the case.

"There are many people who want to keep yordles as pets. If they can be caught, they should be able to sell them for a good price... As long as they can be caught, the problem is that yordles are not easy to catch. Even I am not sure how to deal with them. A born magical elf.”

"It's hard to catch others, but I'm a master at catching people. I can definitely catch those little things."

Turning his head to look at Drizzt, Graves rubbed his nose. Drizzt could see that Graves' nose was red, as if he had drunk too much.

But they just drank a glass of low-alcohol ale.

"I promised you in advance that I'm not going with you, I'm just along the way. Anyway, I can't find a good job for the time being, so I might as well go to Ionia to catch the yordles."

"So that's it, it's a good plan."

Drizzt nodded, whistled, and magically conjured two tickets to Ionia from his hand.

"I was originally going to invite a beautiful lady to go to Ionia with me. Since you also need a ticket here, it's not okay for me to sell it to you temporarily?"

Graves unceremoniously took a ticket from Drizzt's hand and turned around viciously to leave.

"Don't expect others to give you money for what you took away."

"One at the cost price? I've already treated you to dinner and you still ask me to pay for travel expenses?"

"No! I'm not the one who wants to leave! I won't give it!"

Smiling in the direction where Graves disappeared, Drizzt looked up at the beautiful moonlight. He was in a good mood even though he had drawn two sums of money.

"Then...see you tomorrow."

…

It was August 20, nine hundred and ninety-nine in the Noxian calendar. The day was ordinary, but it was a little special because it was a full moon day.

On such an ordinary day, preparations had been completed for a major event that would affect the entire Noxus Empire and even the entire Runeterra.

The former lord of the Darkwill Territory of the Noxus Empire, a traitor to the empire, the king of the Blood Dynasty, the enemy of the empire, a bloodthirsty blood demon, the last descendant of the Darkwill family, the founder of the Noxus Empire, and the predecessor of the empire The General Blood King [Brown Darkwill] is about to be escorted to the Conqueror's Square to face the trial of the people of the empire.

The Noxian Empire, the Immortal Fortress.

Before dawn, groups of Imperial black-armored soldiers marched into the fortress and formed military formations according to the military control areas planned in advance.

From the Road of Glory outside the Fortress of the Immortal Bastion to the Conqueror's Square, the elite soldiers of the Empire will use the halberds in their hands to ensure that there will be no obstacles on the planned road that will affect this road of judgment. This is only apparent. Things, in the dark, there are countless secret and powerful forces that silently erase any restless factors at any time.

Outside the military control area, different areas were divided on both sides of the Judgment Road. After the buildings were cleared, they were used to house the selected imperial subjects.

The reason for this is that there are so many Noxians who want to personally participate in the trial of the Empire's treason. There are so many that even the Immortal Fortress, a war fortress that can accommodate a million people, is so crowded that there is no place to stand. Four large resettlement areas can be established outside the fortress to settle people coming from afar.

In order to allow those people of the empire and friendly countries who came from afar to have the opportunity to witness this sacred judgment in person, the Imperial Ministry of the Interior had to use a relatively fair and open method to allocate limited space shares to spectators who far exceeded the number limit. By,

In this way, even outsiders who do not settle in the Immortal Fortress can have the opportunity to participate in the trial in person.

Relying on the empire's advanced magic projection technology, people who are unable to witness the trial in the planning area can also simultaneously witness this day through magic projection in the resettlement area, which will definitely be recorded in the history of the empire.

But compared with those who could be there in person, the Noxians who watched the projection in the resettlement area were somewhat regretful. This was the best that the empire could do. After all, resources were limited, and the empire could not satisfy them all at the same time. Everyone.

It is worth mentioning that the girls of the Starlight Performance Troupe who were invited to attend the meeting and the envoys from the Kingdom of Demacia who came to replace Jarvan IV were given a place in Conqueror's Square.

Of course, compared to the representatives of major forces such as the Kingdom of Demacia, the New Shurima Empire, and the Presidian Council of Ionia, the Starlight Performance Troupe's status is far inferior. They can only sit outside the kingdom representatives.

Even so, it is enough to make every girl feel proud. She secretly has many feelings for a certain man. Even Seraphine, who only wants to sing and does not want to be seduced by men, said that she is so sweet.

Finally, in the midst of great expectations, facing the rising sun in the east, a hundred-man imperial royal guard escorted the prison car from the Western Road of Glory,

The solid and beautiful stone road was trampled by military horseshoes, making a uniform sound of gold and iron. Every step seemed to be stepping on the beat of the heart. Just listening to the sound would make people feel depressed.

The Praetorian Guards soldiers in black and red rune-heavy armor carry the imperial flag and the emperor's flag, hold a three-meter-long heavy rune lance, ride a majestic dragon-scaled horse on their crotch, and wear airtight helmets on their heads. The Demonic Mask of the Forbidden Army looks like an invincible cold iron soldier from a distance, capable of crushing the earth.

In fact, the Royal Guards are indeed iron soldiers. Unlike other countries, each of the Royal Guards of the Noxus Empire is specially trained since childhood and is an elite soldier selected from the cruel battlefield.

The royal guards fight for the Holy Emperor. They are personally selected by the imperial prime minister Xina. There is no room for half a bag of wine and rice. Anyone picked out is a rare strong man at the level of a champion warrior. The soldiers escorting the prison car at this moment are even more selected from the best. , a veritable battlefield with tens of thousands of enemies.

Among the cavalry, there was only one person riding the tallest solid white dragon horse. It was Lester, the Holy Emperor of Noxus who was guarded by the Forbidden Army.

To everyone's surprise, the Holy Emperor, who was watched by countless people, did not put on the cold and majestic magic steel mask, but revealed his true appearance.

The man has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a stern face, a tall and straight figure, a pair of long legs that are straight, slender and powerful.

The Holy Emperor of the Noxians wears an imperial uniform with black and red as the main color, a crimson cloak, and a sword at his waist. Even among the distinguished black cavalry of the Forbidden Army, he stands out like a flock of chickens.

Facing the rays of the sky, the emperor's jet-black middle hair fluttered wildly in the strong wind. No matter how strong the wind was, it could not blow off the dark red crown inlaid with rare gems on his head.

The man maintains the appearance and body of a young man, as handsome as a god who has fallen into the mortal world, but his eyes as deep as a prison contain the wisdom of the years.

Like the protagonist of this world, the Holy Emperor just rode forward with a solemn face and easily stole everyone's attention. In less than a minute after his appearance, countless girls The woman has an elusive dream lover in her heart, and countless men have also fallen in love, understanding what is the unparalleled charm of men and women, suitable for all ages.

This time, the conspiracy theorists who didn't understand why the Holy Emperor always refused to show his true face finally understood. The mask on the Holy Emperor's face was not to hide his ugliness, but to give other men a chance to leave descendants. A perfect and proud man standing in front of the Holy Emperor will only become as dispensable as a weed on the roadside.

It's a pity that no one knows this time whether the women who have seen the emperor's true face can still accept other ordinary men, and no one thinks that the ones who are most affected are not the lost women, but those who are obsessed with the emperor. Men who abandoned their wives and children because of their charm and wanted to die in battle for the Emperor.