League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Pushing open the stone door of the funerary objects room, there is only a dark, ferocious ring that looks like iron but not iron, stone but not stone, placed on the deep purple rock altar stone pillar.

Approaching the ring, Margaret found that the pattern on the ring was the same as a human face in a dark style, and it was in the shape of a pseudo-cross as a whole. It was made of some kind of magic material that looked like purple iron and brown copper. There are also layers of metal folds, which seem to have a shrinking function.

"Can it be removed?"

Without reaching for it, Margaret turned to look at the expert.

After carefully inspecting the altar, Urza and Beard nodded to the female general.

"Legion Commander, it's absolutely fine. This altar does not have any magical fluctuations or mechanical structures with sensing properties."

With the affirmation of the two mages, Margaret no longer hesitated, and took off the ring from the ring-shaped groove on the stone pillar of the purple stone altar.

The moment the ring left the groove, a powerful wave of magic burst from the ring as its core, suddenly bursting out in all directions, and quickly diffused in the tomb.

Sensing the magic wave, Urza frowned, and then his face changed drastically.

"Master Legion! It's Icacia's destruction-type undead magic! Prepare to fight!"

As if something had been activated, the inconspicuous half-meter-high sacrificial jars shattered one after another, and the incomplete skeletons were quickly reassembled under the power of the destruction magic, and dozens of tall undead were built in the sound of bones colliding. skeleton.

Seeing that Urza had already started to guide the spell, Margaret stopped the man.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, I seem to be able to manipulate these skeletons."

Urza didn't stop channeling magic, but just looked at Margaret suspiciously, until Margaret held the ring, came to an undead skeleton in person, and ordered the skeleton to kneel down.

"Really, it's amazing... Here, maybe it's a place that belongs to the inheritance of Icacia's destruction mage!"

...

Sea beast priest Sa Shuo led the remaining Baru people to retreat all the way to the southeast, and successfully followed the secret route scroll, and found a mountain passage through the mountains in the mountainside crypt at the northern foot of the Walzhu Mountains.

When they saw the sky again, the Baru people had successfully crossed the majestic Valzhu Mountains, leaving the Noxian pursuers far behind.

The unlucky General Valkers was still playing hide-and-seek on the plains of Valoran.

Bypassing the village at the foot of the mountain called Kulsala, the Baru people followed the Loklund Plain all the way south in a low-key way, and arrived at the hidden sea exit that had been agreed upon before, and boarded the snake-shaped warship of the Baru people.

"Have you got something?"

The stout female priest went to Sa Shuo, but she didn't see any look of joy on the male priest's face.

"No, I just encountered some accidents and almost couldn't come back."

Glancing at the remaining fellow clansmen, the priestess raised her eyebrows.

"So many people died, but we got nothing?"

Shaking his head, Sa Shuo seemed a little depressed, and walked towards his cabin.

"At least you can still see me."

Now that this has been said, the priestess has nothing to complain about and can only accept the reality of failure.

With all the siren skulls used up, it was obvious that he had encountered an invincible and powerful enemy. From this point of view, it was considered lucky to be able to come back alive.

After waving to the captain, the priestess followed behind the man. She knew that the man in front of her needed a woman now.

"Let's go home."

"Um."

More than a dozen serpentine warships sailed away from the coastline of the Rocklund Plain, sailing towards the east in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In the cabin, two people were turning up and down, venting their desires until the waves subsided.

"Sa Shuo, maybe, we can make a deal in Zaun to make up for the loss..."

...

Veigar still decided to leave those dark people who accepted his rule, not only because the mage tower he lived in had been reduced to ruins in the battle, but more importantly, Veigar found that he had been so slack recently that he Unintentionally let go of those evil wizards who like big tentacles.

Is this okay? This is very bad.

It is an unforgivable shame to fail to take down those tattooed wizards with the Arcane Five Whip!

Clutching his magician's big felt hat, feeling the wave of the portal in Bandle City, the yordle subconsciously headed west.

How many days and nights, Bandle City is their last hope, but the yordles lose themselves and forget Bandle City in the torment and loneliness.

Perhaps, even the yordles themselves don't know whether they will take a second look into the halo of beauty and hope when they pass through the Bandle portal.

In fact, when passing through Bandle's portal, Master Yodel deliberately avoided the warm light circle, walked into the dark depths alone, and continued to search for his own lonely path.

"I am the Great Lord of Evil! I am an evil mage who seeks the most powerful magic and rules the world with darkness and destruction! I don't need those useless and childish companions! I want to spread terror and darkness, and get more evil wizards." Art! Declare my reign of terror to more people!"

Constantly persuading himself and firming his belief in spreading terror, Veigar came to a new village, groped in the dark, and skillfully slipped into the villager's sheepfold with the help of the yordle's short talent.

"Meaaaaaaaaaaaaah~"

Facing the uninvited guest, the sheep in the sheepfold felt a little restless, somewhat panicked.

Sensing the sheep's terror, the yordle mage raised his wicked staff with satisfaction.

Now is the perfect time to spread darkness and terror!

"The great lord of evil is here to pronounce the sentence! Your goat's hoof has been destroyed by me! Your master will weep and gnash his teeth for you!"

Hitting the sheep's hind hooves with a stick, the sheep jumped up in fright to avoid it, but when it fell to the ground, it sprained its legs and wailed.

"Meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat

Staring at the poor lame sheep, Veigar hesitated for a moment, but withdrew his staff, and spontaneously announced that the sheep had been destroyed by the evil Lord, and then cast his evil eyes on the next ewe.

"You are the second! Give up!"

After thinking about it, he felt that using a staff was not very good, so Vega picked up a pile of fresh sheep dung from the ground and threw it on the young ewe's clean face.

"Slap!"

"Meh~"

Gazing proudly at the ewe disfigured by his own terror attack, Veigar laughed loudly and walked towards the third innocent lamb...

Early the next morning, the male villager who was in charge of the sheepfold dozed off and came to the sheepfold. The moment he opened the door, he let out a woman-like cry of fear.

In just a moment, a large amount of evil in the world was smeared on the face, making the villagers lose themselves in fear.

"Who the hell put a ball of sheep dung on the door frame for me!? Woohoo!! My sheep! Have you been baptized by dung beetles? Ahhh! Who did it! Which bastard did it! !!"