League of Legends Millennium Warlord

If the fine steel weapons produced in the Immortal Bastion are far better than the North Iron weapons, then the emerald collar weapons mixed with magic steel are far better than the fine steel weapons.

The gap between the texture and performance of weapons is reflected on the battlefield, that is, the iron knife in the hands of the Freljord was easily cut off, and the single-edged ax continued to charge, and directly opened up the Freljord warriors who had not reacted. Belly, flimsy leather armor is as useless as a cardboard shell.

The soldier looked at his own stomach in disbelief, fell to the ground unwillingly, and lost his vitality.

"I will remember the look of your large intestine, no one can forget all this!!!"

Kled kept on charging, and was directly hacked to kill another person. The Freljord finally had some commotion.

This commotion is more of an underestimated anger.

"Kill the hairy yordle bastard!!!"

"Short! You'll regret it!!"

"Everyone! If you run away, you will surely die! Fight back with Kled! Get out!!!"

Noslett, who had already guessed that there was no hope of escape, jumped off his horse and followed behind Kled.

The last ray of life must be fought out with weapons.

"Gulu uh!!! Wow???"

Passing through the encirclement, after running for more than ten miles, he realized that his friend was not on his back. Skaar, who came back to his senses, rushed back to the battlefield anxiously, and rushed away for the second time like a heavy tank. The Freljord warrior, who was dodging the impact, rolled several times, vomited blood and couldn't get up again.

"It's colorful and green, what the hell is that?"

After Skaar returned to the encirclement again, the Freljord warrior who was in charge of intercepting and ambushing the Noxians outside still hadn't recovered, looking like he had seen a ghost.

On the battlefield, seeing the seemingly vulnerable yordle beheading three of his warriors again, the war mother finally couldn't sit still.

"Go away!!!"

Kicking away the weak man standing in front of her, Jelena raised the Ice Ax and launched a countercharge at Kled.

"Little dwarf, you will pay in blood for your actions!"

"Old and ugly fat woman! Don't try to scare your grandpa Kled! Speak with your skills!"

"Say it again you hairy bastard!!!"

After colliding with her Ice Ax several times in a row, Jelena was surprised to find that the bloody ax was intact, and the combat experience of the yordles should not be underestimated.

One must know that even a refined steel weapon is difficult to resist the magical power of Zhenbing. What is the origin of that ax?

Seeing that the weapon could not gain the upper hand, she took two steps back, and while the yordle was breathing calmly, Jelena began to accumulate ice magic elements with the Ice Axe.

She was going to turn this hairy bastard with bad breath into an ice sculpture, and then she would break the ice sculpture inch by inch herself.

"Gulu!!"

Coincidentally, Jelena, who was in a straight line with Kled, didn't react, and was knocked into the air by Skaar who rushed into the battlefield with an axe. The backlash caused by the interruption of magic also made Jelena spit out a mouthful of blood .

The Freljord froze for a moment, then their morale plummeted.

"War Mother!!!"

Jelena's five wives uttered exclamations at the same time, and the men rushed forward to lift Jelena and her Ice Battle Ax back to the main formation.

"Well done Skaarr!!"

Patting the Lizard on the head, Kled returned to his horse and became a true knight.

"Kill!!!"

The rest of the Freljord warriors and the barbarian warriors from the Damor Plain who had integrated into the Howling Wind clan went up to meet them, but they were quickly broken up by the iron-headed Skaarr, and they were cut down one by one by the blood axes that flashed by. broken.

The powerful Kled has an excellent magic steel single-edged axe, and has gained the speed and armor of Skaarr, becoming a whirlwind of death on the battlefield. After several charges, the Freljord The battle formation was completely disrupted, and the Noxians were so motivated that they began to charge and kill the barbarians in the north.

Apart from herself, nearly a hundred Northland warriors had no single enemy of the yordles. The war mother sighed, and had a new understanding of the waste in the tribe.

On the Northland Longfang Boar, leaning against the thick chest hair of the strongest wife, amidst the intoxicating body odor, Jelena squinted her eyes for one last look at the battlefield, and said in a low voice.

"This time we lost, retreat, let everyone retreat, we still have troll warriors, we still have a chance to go south, we can't let everyone die here."

"War mother order! Retreat!! Retreat!!"

Having received the verbal order from her husband, the bald man who pretended to be a tiger shouted loudly.

The Freljord began to retreat, but Kled continued to pursue them, forcing the exhausted Noxus warriors to follow to prevent the yordles from being surrounded.

"Put me down."

"But...you..."

"I said, let me down."

Jumping off the wild boar, Jelena took another deep breath, took out a crystal bottle, took off the cork, and the war mother drank the recovery potion bestowed by the Ice Queen, held up the Ice Battle Ax, staring at the addicted face. A blood-mad yordle and his dragon lizard.

She's going to remember that hairy face for good, and one day, she's going to put the yordle's head on the loot table, making his stupid lizard a leather cushion under her ass.

"freeze!!!"

The Ice Battle Ax hit the ground, cracks appeared on the ground.

A ten-meter-long 'V'-shaped ice-edge thorn was half-surrounded towards Kelie, startled by the rich ice element, Skaar stopped charging, and stopped dangerously. In front of the ferocious ice thorns.

"Crush it! You can do it, Skaar! Crush it!"

"Gulu Gulu~ huh?"

"You timid female lizard!!! You don't even dare to break through this fragile ice edge, what can I expect from you? Do you fart all day long?"

Sighing, knowing that the pursuit was unrealistic, Kled started to turn around, Skaar also understood Kled's anger, and made a somewhat aggrieved voice.

"Woooo~oooh~"

The blood in his eyes faded, Kled sighed, and patted Skaarl on the head.

"You are wronged! However, you still know to come back to me this time, you coward is still of some use."

"Snoring~"

"Okay! Compliment you a few words and you start to get carried away? I haven't bothered you to fart at me yet! Before going to bed next time, I will definitely plug your dick!"

Two strange creatures quarreled and came to Noslet with a complex expression. Kled stood on Skaarr, patted Noslet's shoulder, straightened his hat, and looked like an old yordle. Big Brother's funny look.

"Humans, I will go back first, there may be another battle tomorrow morning, and I will participate then."

"Mr. Kret..."

Put away all contempt and doubts, and watched the yordle leave on his funny dragon lizard.

After a bloody battle, Northlet finally understood the weight of the three words [Emerald Collar], and also understood why the funny yordle and his timid dragon lizard appeared here.

"No wonder Lord Leicester just sent a yordle cavalry..."