League of Legends Millennium Warlord

If the ability to sleep can be measured, Lester is definitely a sleep master.

In his career as a killer who has not yet come to Runeterra, he can achieve perfect half-brain sleep. It can be said that he can sleep when he wants to sleep and wake up when he wants. When necessary, he can also 'quickly recharge' through meditation to achieve alertness and rest. Don't delay either.

This is still the case in a world without extraordinary power. Now he has become a top-notch strongman in Rune Land, and his ability to 'sleep' is increasing day by day. If he is willing, he can even act normally while sleeping.

So Lester could see the problem with Lilia at a glance. The unconscious little guy was obviously influenced by the undead in the underworld such as Hecarim.

The Dream Tree 'passively' captures the 'dreams' of these cruel beings. Lilia, who coexists with the Dream Tree, naturally has to stand up to protect the safety of the Dream Tree.

The Dream Tree is woven from countless beautiful dreams. As more and more nightmares occur, the power of the Dream Tree will gradually weaken. Lilia enters the dream to prevent more and more nightmares from destroying the Dream Tree.

As a result, needless to say, how could Lilia, the silly roe deer who had just jumped out of the flower bud, be able to deal with the numerous crimes committed by such vicious people as the Iron Legion?

Just like a college student who had just stepped out of college and entered the society was dragged to northern Burma by a bus. In fact, what happened in Lilia's dream was much scarier than what happened to the piglet in northern Burma.

After feeling the bizarre dreams in the Dream Tree, Lester thought for a while and said to Elena.

"Elena, you come to be my safety lock. If there is any big trouble that even Pan Sijiena can't deal with, wake me up immediately. Otherwise, don't wake me up. During this period, you must do your best. Protect Lilia’s body.”

Knowing that the matter was of great importance, Elena nodded in agreement and sat aside with a serious look on her face, arms folded.

Relieved, Lester then lay down next to Lilia, put his right hand fingers together and first touched his lips, and then gently pressed Lilia's forehead with his soft and shimmering fingers. A certain spiritual channel is established.

Finally nodding to Elena, Lester closed his eyes and fell into Lilia's dream.

…

‘Pfft’

As easy as cutting a pineapple, the condescending sword slashed diagonally from the man's naked right shoulder into the body, and finally detached from the left abdomen. The blade swept out a line of warm blood on the white floor tiles. Wire.

Amidst the roar of laughter, the man screamed and was broken into two pieces and fell to the ground. His organs and flesh and blood flowed all over the floor. Perhaps because the knife was drawn too fast, the man was not dead yet and was still trying to move his upper body with his left arm. Stay away from the cavalry general riding a tall horse.

Seeing that the man was still moving, another grinning armored soldier first looked at the general. After receiving the approval, he jumped off his horse, stepped forward and slashed the man with his sword. The man's head rolled off his neck, and his bloodshot eyes opened with fear. It looks like two copper bells, with a look of death.

However, the cavalry generals and soldiers did not even look at the souls who died tragically under the sword. They dispersed with a bang and drove their horses forward, looking for new prey from house to house.

In the fallen city, those who chose to resist immediately were killed on the spot by the invaders. The soldiers entering the city were like greedy beasts, unscrupulously venting their long-repressed desires on their own kind.

Most of the city residents were either taking chances or were afraid of the steel swords of the armored cavalry. They wanted to live for a few more minutes and were driven like livestock into deep pits dug by the armored cavalry themselves.

It wasn't until they watched the crazy compatriots wielding shovels in their faces that they raised fistfuls of sand. Finally, some people realized that their death was imminent, and they rolled and crawled in an attempt to escape from the pit, facing the enemy. What came was not the steel knife of the intruder, but the shovel in the hands of the compatriots.

The large pits were filled by the surrenderers working together, and a few of them buried alive or even killed their compatriots cried with joy.

They finally got a chance to live as slaves. The price of living was that like hyenas, they had to collect all the delicacies and beauties they could find in the city to flatter their new masters.

The traitors and lackeys added more fire to the city that was already reduced to purgatory. Their twisted and violent desires burned the entire city, as if they wanted to release all the evil thoughts since the birth of mankind.

"Pfft."

The setting sun is like blood, when you encounter the devil.

In an inconspicuous residential room, following the cry of a girl, the soldier who enthusiastically entered the door felt a chill on his neck, and found with a confused expression that his vision was upside down, until he saw that he was still in the field of vision. With the headless body standing there, the soldier realized that he was dead.

However, the knife was still in his hand just now. Who took the knife from him and killed him?

With a creaking sound, the door was closed by a tall man, and the door bolt was hung from the inside.

The soldier tried hard to raise his eyelids to see who was closing the door. Unfortunately, before the man turned around, death had already taken away his soul.

After confirming that no soldiers from the Iron Regiment would come to kill him for a while, Lester took off the scabbard from the waist of the headless corpse, put away the blood-stained sword, and walked towards the quiet back room.

"Woooooooo..."

The girl in the room seemed to hear his footsteps getting closer and closer, and she uncontrollably made a nasal sound full of fear. This sound was too cute and was incompatible with the purgatory-like battlefield.

After a pause, Lester gently pushed open the half-closed wooden door, and saw a chestnut curly-haired girl who looked like a frightened little animal, covering her mouth and looking at him with fear. Her clear eyes like aquamarine struggled to hold two tears that were about to fall, and her body was shaking like a sieve.

She didn't look like Lilia, but the spiritual channel he and Lilia had established would not be wrong, so the chestnut curly-haired girl in front of him was Lilia, or the incarnation of Lilia in this dream.

Knowing that nothing he said would work in this situation, and it was more likely to cause a counter-effect, Lester kept silent and walked forward slowly, and the girl's tears immediately rolled down and she began to sob softly.

Neither resisting nor running away, the girl just curled up and hid under the square table and cried softly, but what she waited for was not violence and a butcher's knife, but a warm big hand, which pressed on her chestnut curly hair and gently stroked it down. The girl raised her head pitifully and watched the man wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The action was very gentle, but the man's face was very serious. He stretched out his left hand to stroke the girl's hair.

"It's dangerous for us to stay here. Those butchers will come at any time. Come with me. Let's find a safe place, a hidden basement so that we can survive tonight."

It was not a question sentence. Lester did not give the girl any choice, but the girl chose to hold Lester's hand.

The reason was simple. What Lilia needed now was not a polite prince, but a knight who could save her, a backbone she could rely on.