League of Legends Millennium Warlord

In the Valoran Plain, a small village of more than 200 people was forcibly driven out of the village entrance. A little to the south, under a dilapidated mage tower, passive excavation work began.

Violators can only get a clean sword. If they want to survive, they must obey the arrangements of the bandits.

Already deeply disgusted with the sand bandits who once again kidnapped the female villagers for lust, although Sa Shuo wished to let these walking desert beasts become the food of sea beasts now, he had to endure it.

At least for now, these scumbags still have their own value.

"Right here, dig down, keep digging down."

The snake mother's revelation from the siren's skull let the sea beast priest know that he was not looking in the wrong direction, and there was a powerful magic item buried under the ground.

"Evil wizard-sama! Oga-sama! Save us!"

Witnessing his wife being defiled and murdered with his own eyes, the middle-aged man who completely collapsed dropped the shovel in his hand and rushed madly to the dilapidated stone tower fifty meters away, shouting the name of a certain magician.

He would rather the evil wizard lure all his flocks away than continue to accept the cruel fact that he lost his wife.

In fact, he was about to use his life to call out to the 'evil' neighbor who lived in the mage's tower, and if the evil neighbor was not there, he would really be dead.

"Catch him! Cut off his head!"

For such fools who delusional to be saved, LS Ha has never had the patience to tame them, and death is their only ending.

The two sand thieves drew out their desert scimitars and rushed towards the collapsed man with a sneer, sneering and cruel words in their mouths.

"Do you really think your savior lives in this wretched pile of rocks where dogs don't live?"

"Master Weiga Wizard!!"

"Chop off his arm first, let's play slowly."

The two sand robbers looked at each other and smiled, kicked the man kneeling on the ground, one of them pressed the man's body, and the other pressed the man's right arm to the ground, and raised the scimitar.

"Master Oga!!!"

"Stop yelling! I am the Great Lord of Evil! A dictator magician who uses the power of darkness to maintain a reign of terror! My name is Veigar! Not Weiga! You stupid villager! I will destroy the right hoof of your grass follower Three times, you still can't remember my great real name!?"

Coming out of the dilapidated stone tower was a low mage wearing an old warlord's iron armor and shiny polished gauntlets. His small face was covered by a big felt hat, making it difficult to see clearly.

LS Ha swears that he has never seen a wizard whose hat brim is as wide as his own buttocks. Aren't wizards all big men in black robes?

"Lord of Evil? What are you, a little thing?"

"Little thing? I am your grandpa's grandpa's grandpa's grandpa! Thousands of years ago, your ancestors succumbed to my reign of terror... At that time, you were still a piece of crap!"

When the words came out, Veigar realized that he had told the time too long ago. You must know that although his memory has declined severely, he still remembered that the tyrant who imprisoned him had died only a hundred years ago. Jia secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a good thing that no one has noticed the rhetorical loopholes of the Great Lord of Evil.

Well, compared with a hundred years, a thousand years can better demonstrate the greatness of the evil magician, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Take down this idiot who only knows how to talk big!"

Too lazy to talk nonsense with a dwarf tramp of unknown origin, LS ha couldn't believe what a powerful character could be living in such a broken stone tower.

On the other side, Sa Shuo watched with cold eyes, stepped back silently, away from the disgusting sand bandit leader, but also became wary of the unexpected guest who suddenly appeared.

Feeling the contempt of human beings for him, Veigar's head became hot, and he couldn't help but recall the crazy years when he was imprisoned by the tyrant in the prison of the Immortal Fortress.

...

"Look, a ridiculous yordle who wants to master the magic of the stars in the heavens? My yordle child, how did you become my prisoner?"

The walking iron-armored wraith uttered a deep curse, like a nightmare from hell, the aura of a tyrant always makes people feel deeply desperate,

In the dark and terrifying dungeon, the yordle's curiosity about the magic of the heavens has long been torn apart by the terrible rune chains. The lonely yordle is covered in bruises, curled up in the corner of the dungeon, recalling the beauty of Bandle City years.

He wanted to go back, but he couldn't go back.

In this abandoned place, he couldn't even find a person to talk to, because the tyrant hated useless captives, so all the prisoners were executed, and he was the only living person in the whole dungeon.

When the tyrant is gone, he will be alone again, company with darkness, company with silence, and laugh with terror.

Unwilling to continue living a life of despair in the dungeon, Mage Yodel showed a begging look to the tyrant, but instead made the tyrant laugh out loud.

Perhaps the reason for imprisoning and torturing this yordle's soul for so long is for this few seconds of submission. The tyrant himself is not sure about this, he just enjoys it all.

A yordle has a long lifespan, and he has plenty of opportunities to enjoy...

"Curiosity is a yordle treasure, prove it to me, yordle mage."

Putting the mace [Nightfall] on the ground, Mordekaiser asked his men to pull down a dying prisoner, accompanied by a handful of strange torture tools and short knives.

It was a private tool that belonged exclusively to the executioner, and its only purpose of existence was to please the tyrant.

"Prove that your curiosity about darkness will last forever, whether it's a hundred years or a thousand years, use your curiosity to prove that evil and brutality can become spiritual food, forget about your ridiculous Bandle City... start Come on, don't keep our yordle guests waiting too long."

Nodding silently, the dark executioner whose tongue had been pulled out by the tyrant picked up a sharp skinning knife with his withered right hand, saluted the terrified yordle like a dark artist, and stabbed the toe of the captive who was completely desperate Down, gently swipe, just like the most detailed sculpture master.

Soon, a thin piece of skin was perfectly peeled off by the executioner, but the captive was still panting and wailing in pain.

The tyrant laughed happily, the dead souls imprisoned by Nightfall sang horror hymns, and the executioner picked up a boning knife again, presenting the next stage of wonderful performances for the host and the yordle guests.

Master Yodel was in a trance.

The brutal and bloody scenes in front of me have already been staged countless times. The tyrant is tireless and uses the bodies of human captives to stage a series of dark dramas, trying to pollute the pure heart. The yordles are already a little numb, even a little Get used to the dark words of tyrants.

Evil, brutal, powerful, dominating...

At this moment, the yordles forgot about the beautiful Bandle City, and indulged in the power of the tyrant.

Shaking his head, the yordle forcibly threw out the terrible and evil thoughts from his mind. He didn't understand why he would end up in such a state because he just wanted to learn powerful arcane arts...

...

The evil arcane energy began to condense, dark purple taboo magic rose from the feet of everyone, and the arcane round-walled cage like sharp claws enveloped all human beings. Even the powerful sea beast priests found it at this moment I lost control of my body.

Veigar's eyes were ignited with blazing arcane evil fire, facing the disgusting human face, the magician raised the evil staff high.

"Stupid human being, you have angered the Lord of Evil, and I will let you know what real cruelty is!"

As an aside, the official end of the fourth volume is in C246, and C172 should be published in the fourth volume. It is purely a coincidence that C172 appeared in the fifth volume. We are trying to figure out a way to deal with it. You can just read the fourth volume