League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Winter is coming, and for the Freljord people, the already difficult life has become more and more difficult.

Difficulty does not mean that there is no food, but that there are several stiff corpses at home.

In the cold snowflakes flying all over the sky, Folls waved his hands and dug a big snow pit in the snow behind the house with his green hands. After stripping off his wife's body, he simply buried it in it.

The Freljord never weeps, because crying freezes the eyes with ice crystals.

Back in the back room, Folles covered his daughter's tiny body with his wife's crude fur coat, chewed the last piece of unpalatable Frostwolf jerky, and fed it to the sick man on the bed. Resting daughter.

Relying on the instinct of survival, the little girl swallowed the dry and sticky Frostwolf meat smoothly.

"The fire is going out, I need more firewood, or Kesley will freeze to death, right at the door, I can do it..."

The stake for chopping firewood was right outside the door, and the man walked out of the room and closed the door tightly, for fear that the wind and snow would invade this unwarm home.

The man has been gone for a long, long time.

The cold quickly engulfed the room. The little girl was awakened by the temperature close to death, and was forced to wake up by consciousness in the next second when she was about to sleep forever. The little girl opened her eyes and used strong willpower and the dryness brought by her father Frostwolf sat up from the bed, trying to move his stiff body.

The last flame of the fire was completely extinguished.

The temperature in the house plummeted.

"Dad, Mom, I'm hungry."

There was only the howling cold wind outside the house, and the voice that brought me a sense of peace disappeared without a trace. The two people seemed to have never appeared, and only the smell of meat reminded me that someone had fed jerky into my mouth just now. .

"Dad, Mom? Where are you?"

Feeling a little flustered, the little Freljord girl wrapped herself tightly in the warm fur coat, calling for her dearest family members.

However, there was no response, as if the two had left themselves forever.

Tears flowed uncontrollably. The little girl lowered her head and saw familiar clothes beyond her red nose.

It was the only long fur coat that my mother had, and it was exchanged by my father for a few seabass he caught with a yak trader who passed by the village.

Now the long coat is on himself.

If I put on this dress myself, what will my mother wear?

Where is the father who has always taken care of mother?

The wind and frost hit the simple wooden door, and the hail made a terrible sound, like the ferocious laughter of trolls and bearmen.

The banging of the wind and snow door seems to be trying to add some 'humanity' to this battered and dead house.

The little girl wrapped her two fur coats tightly, and her head started to feel hot again. The girl shrunk into the quilt. Only in the quilt could she feel that she was back in the arms of her parents.

"Dad, Mom..."

In the warmth, she shivered and closed her eyes, quietly waiting for death to come, and spent the last time recalling the details of herself and her parents. If there is a way that she can choose, she is willing to smile Died in the memory of my parents.

"Boom."

The sound of the wooden door being pushed open sounded, and the desperate girl broke through the shackles and oppression of the illness, lifted the quilt in surprise, and looked at the door.

"Dad! You come back..."

The girl's voice of surprise stopped abruptly, because it was not her tall father who appeared at the door of her house, but a blue-purple-skinned weirdo wearing a hood, fur cloak and coat.

The weirdo with the big leather bag closed the door with wet hands, with a particularly complicated expression on his face.

The girl's eyes full of light and surprise quickly dimmed, turning into emptiness and numbness.

With great joy and sorrow, the girl has forgotten the fear of being broken into the house by a stranger.

She doesn't care about anything anymore.

"Sorry, I'm your father's friend, he asked me to take care of you for a few days."

The wandering mage looked at the little girl who had lost her desire to survive, and felt a little sad.

Not for the little girl, but for the humans struggling to survive in the Freljord.

He thought he was strong, but he always felt sad because of these little things.

Hearing the weird man say that she is a friend of her father, the little girl looked a little alive again.

"Uncle? Where did Dad go?"

Thinking back to the stiff man who was swinging a woodcutter ax before entering the house, his brows and eyes full of worried frost, bent over and standing beside the stake at the door of his house, and the half-covered man lying in the snow Ruiz turned his head slightly to avoid the little girl's hopeful and expectant eyes.

Their wills are as hard as ice, and so are their bodies at this moment, buried together in the beautiful ice and snow.

"Your father said that your mother was lost in the snowstorm. He was afraid that your mother would be lonely, so he wanted to find her and come back home with her."

There was more hope in the little girl's eyes, as if she saw the scene where her father took her mother's hand and came back to her again. Kesley smiled, and felt that her head was not too dizzy and her thinking was clear. Quite a lot.

Then, the little girl's eyes showed a little more vigilance.

The vigilance that Ryze would praise in the past made Ryze start to panic at this moment.

With a heartbeat, the wandering mage began to pray silently.

'Don't ask that, don't ask that, please don't ask that...'

"Uncle, do you know my father's name? If my father entrusts me to you, he will definitely tell you his name?"

Like a prisoner sentenced to death by a judge, Ryze froze.

What he was most worried about happened.

The girl exposed a lie that was too illusory to be beautiful with one of the simplest questions.

He hates lying, and he's not very good at it, and he doesn't use another lie to cover up his own shattered lie.

But at this moment, he had to do so.

Ryze was a little flustered, he was trying to lie, trying his best to lie.

"He, he...he left in a hurry. He only told me where you were, but didn't tell me his name. He just said that he wanted me to take you there first..."

"Uncle Bald."

The little girl interrupted Ruiz's words with a soft voice, like a ray of fire that was about to disappear in an extremely cold night.

"My parents, they, they, are gone?"

"..."

"Let's go, my parents, leave me alone..."

Leaning against the wall, the little girl felt a pain in her head and burst into tears again. This time, she seemed to see her father pulling her mother who was lost in the wind and snow to pick her up, and there was a bunch of delicious frost wolf in her hand For dried meat, my mother wore two long fur coats, and my father was wrapped in a thick yak fur coat.

The family no longer has to be afraid of cold or hungry~

The little girl laughed, her heart was full of happiness.

"Kaisley, let's go. Mom and Dad have been waiting for you for a long time. Also, remember to say goodbye to that uncle before leaving with us. Be a good and polite boy."

"Ok!"

Turning around, Kesley raised her small hand with her last strength, waved it at the blue-purple man with a painful face, and then gently put it down.

"Thank you uncle, goodbye uncle."

The wandering mage wiped the corners of his eyes, took a few steps forward, closed the smiling eyes of the little girl, and bid farewell to the unbloomed flower of life.

He is not a Freljord after all, and there are some things that ice and snow can never freeze.

"Really... sorry, little girl, I'm not good at lying..."

I really like Ryze, but Ryze is destined to be the protagonist's enemy... Maybe this is the so-called tragedy