League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The Star Observation Hall has a total of four floors, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom in the shape of a pyramid. The masters and scholars from the Presidian Sanctuary take refuge at the highest level, followed by the ruling class of the Wayar Valley, and the famous people in the valley are located on the third level. Ordinary people who have fled are at the bottom.

The panic-stricken militiamen guarding the stairs on each floor cannot bring anyone a sense of security. Thanks to the strict hierarchy in Ionia, no one is making trouble in the palace. Both dignitaries and civilians are squatting in their respective positions. Waiting for the judgment of fate with fear on his face.

Irelia came to the stairs leading from the fourth floor to the third floor and was stopped by an old militiaman. The militiaman with a gray beard did not stop Irelia from continuing to act, but warned him with a serious expression. .

"Miss, if you stay on the fourth floor, at least you will be safe and sound before we die in battle. Once you leave the fourth floor, you will not be able to come back. Miss, it is best to think clearly before making a decision, so as not to regret it. "

Irelia looked sad.

"Can we who stay here wait for rescue?"

The old militiaman hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Nowadays, wars are raging everywhere in Presidian, and each sect and locality has too much time to take care of itself. I'm afraid they don't have the ability to send reinforcements.

If there are no monsters in the underworld to restrain us, maybe Karma can save us, but currently the Holy Land is under full siege by the Iron Legion. Karma must give priority to protecting the Holy Land. How can he care about us? If he really cares about us, I'm afraid Karma will come when the maze is damaged. "

"So there's no point in waiting here, is there?"

The old militiaman pursed his lips and whispered.

"Stay on the fourth floor, at least you will be the last group of people to be killed by the wolves, or maybe... the shadow wolves will eventually retreat."

Although the old militiaman didn't say anything, Irelia could hear the implication from the old militiaman's mouth. As long as the shadow wolf satisfies its hunger, it will naturally retreat. There are so many people on the three floors below, but there are only more than a hundred shadow wolves. Even if the shadow wolf is open, I couldn't finish eating even though my belly was full.

Or to put it bluntly, once the Star Observation Hall cannot be defended, the eight or nine hundred people on the first floor will be eaten by wolves.

Irelia lowered her head, she actually knew this.

She could have stayed on the fourth floor safely and fought for her own chance of survival at the expense of other people's lives, but her life was no more noble than those on the first floor, at least she herself couldn't do it like others. Feel at ease.

When she learned the Zanjia silk dance from her grandmother, the first thing her grandmother did was not to teach her the movements of the silk dance, but to teach her what the 'toughness of silk' was, and guided her to sew her final piece with her own hands. Love the cherry red satin.

The satin behind her was as thin as cicada wings and as fluttering as a butterfly. It looked as fragile as paper, but it could suspend her hundred-pound body.

This is the ‘Toughness of Silk’, a spiritual heritage belonging to Zan family silk dancers.

She didn't know if she could see her grandma again in these disasters and crises, but she knew that she couldn't let go of what her grandma left in her heart before she stopped breathing.

She will follow her heart and do what she thinks is right. It has nothing to do with others but herself.

"My life is not nobler than the people on the first floor. If I am destined to be killed by a wolf, I hope I can die with a knife instead of waiting here. Now I am going to die before you. Please give way. Open?"

In this way, the girl gave her own response, and the militiamen silently moved out of the way and watched the girl walk downstairs.

Another older militiaman who had been silent snorted.

"A little girl who is not afraid of tigers when she is born has never experienced any ups and downs. She doesn't know what it means to be afraid. Isn't it a good life?"

"We don't want to be such a person, but at least we should respect such young people."

Glancing at the indifferent master and apprentice on the fourth floor, the old militiaman shook his head and whispered.

"If I have to die protecting one person, I would rather die for that girl."

"Then why don't you follow?"

"...I'm already on the fourth floor. It's not easy to stand here."

"Haha, it seems that you also know that you are dying in vain. I think that little girl just said something nice. Maybe she will hide on the third floor and won't leave."

The third floor, the second floor, until we reached the first floor with the door closed,

Irelia would ask loudly on each floor, but she was always the only one who chose to continue going down. However, some people saw her walking down and asked her how to get up. She ignored such people and just silently held her hand. The dagger, whose blood has not yet dried, moves forward,

Perhaps because of the dagger, or perhaps because of other reasons, the crowd, who had almost no place to go, cleared a path for the girl to lead to the palace gate.

"Please open the door."

Irelia looked at the young militia guarding the palace gate.

"What role can a little girl like you do if you go out? Stop messing around and go back quickly."

Irelia raised her head and stared at the young militiaman who blocked her with clear eyes. If the young man in front of her was the grandson of the old man with the white beard on the fourth floor, she would be willing to believe it.

"I don't want to sit still and wait for death. I deliberately came here from the fourth floor to help, and now you want to block my way?"

"But……"

"The Shadow Wolf hasn't reached the door yet, and there are still militiamen fighting outside. I'm willing to go out and help. Will there be any bad consequences if you open the door for me?"

Looking at Irelia with a serious expression, the young man swallowed hard.

"No, no, it's just that you can't help much if you go out..."

She is obviously just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, so why does she feel so inexplicably stressed?

Irelia didn't mean to force her.

"Okay, since you are unwilling to open the door, I will stay here with you."

"You... don't have to do this."

"You have your choice, and I have mine. I won't force you to open the door, and you don't want to ask me to leave here as if it's for my own good."

"Okay, since you insist..."

The young man opened the door. He felt that he could not stop it, and he was not qualified to stop the girl in front of him.

Although he didn't understand it, he admired the dancer who was willing to die at such a young age.

Unlike those losers who can do nothing on the fourth floor and can only compete with the residents of the Valle Valley for space, the girl in front of her deserves respect.

"Thanks."

Irelia stepped out of the Star Observation Hall, raising her head to face the smell of blood in the wind. The door behind her slowly closed, blocking her only escape route.

The girl put the knife back into her waist and stood on the high platform in front of the gate hall, looking down at the militiamen who were fighting with their lives against the wolves. She silently took off the red silk ribbon behind her, tightened her posture, and faced the people in front of her. The red damask, as beautiful as blood, danced gracefully on the battlefield.

No one is more qualified than those warriors who are fighting on the front line, worthy of her waving the red ribbon with all her strength. In the last dance of life, she only respects these warriors who are willing to die.