League of Legends Millennium Warlord

In the middle of the night, the barbarian sisters fell asleep on the big bed. The man suddenly opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and put on some clothes. The man patted Evelyn on his neck, and retracted his shadow behind Evelyn. Finally, closing the door gently, Lester held back his breath and came to the first floor without a sound.

Margaret, who hadn't seen her all day, was spinning like a top, and her heavy magic steel [Black Guard] plate armor collided softly, and she was at a loss together with her master, as if she realized that she was making noise, and the woman just stopped.

"...Master Leicester has already fallen asleep, and just came back from the Immortal Fortress. After running for a day, I should come back to Lord Leicester tomorrow... No, how can I report to work every other day? I have to go up to find Leicester. Lord Sturt, but he must be very tired. After all, Tali and Sister Keith are not easy to deal with, and too many women is not a good thing... Could it be unfinished? Impossible, there is no sound, then Speaking of which, Lord Leicester has already fallen asleep, and he has just returned from the Immortal Fortress... Shall I go back? No, I have to report to work..."

Looking at the extremely tangled woman, Lester in the shadow saw the woman's rough hands, and also saw some hideous scars on the woman's face. Ten years later, Margaret was no longer immature and pretty as before. A general who has been honed in war and iron blood, spends the best time in military affairs and killing all day long,

Her youth was devoted to herself and the emerald collar, but what did she give to the woman?

There was no way to even give a woman a child. After she didn't respond, the woman never mentioned it again...

A sigh came from the darkness.

"Margaret."

Turning her back, Margaret, who was about to leave, heard a familiar voice, her body trembled, and when she turned her head, she saw a familiar gentle face outside the shadows.

Three years have passed, and the man in front of me has not changed at all, just like the first time I saw him nine years ago.

Subconsciously lowering her head, the woman looked at her hands. The thick calluses were like the stone walls of an immortal fortress. The rough fingers could no longer see the delicate lines. Unknowingly, her palms were already as cold and hard as ice. The two-handed sword of the old man is fused into one, and he will never be able to find his past self.

These are a pair of hands that won't feel pain when placed on a scorching iron pan. These hands have made themselves proud for countless days and nights on the battlefield, but at this moment they are full of disgust.

And a face with an ugly scar may be even uglier than a hand.

Nearly 30 years old, the dedicated youth and beauty are gone, and before I know it, all I have left is loyalty.

A man has many women, but a woman has only one man in her life, but she loves it.

She never regretted being that person's sword.

The woman took half a step back, knelt on one knee and lowered her head, her voice hoarse.

"Lord Leicester, Margaret will report to you the latest news about the underground ruins..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the woman stared blankly at the man who forcibly hugged her. On the man's face, the woman saw the inextricable pity and debt.

For some reason, the woman who would not feel pain and grievance even with swords and swords, was stabbed in the heart by the man's eyes at this moment, her nose began to sore, but it had already turned into instinct, and the strength engraved in the bones made the woman not shed the tears of the weak , after putting on the armor, she never needs such a weak and incompetent thing like tears.

"Master Leicester, my plate armor is very heavy and very cold, please let me go."

"No, the temperature and weight are just right. The Black Guard is something I designed myself, and I will never hate her."

Being held in the arms of a man, feeling the warm profile of the man gently sticking to her rough cheeks, Margaret twitched her nose and closed her eyes, as if she had returned to her childhood, when she was wronged and loved by her father The moment when I hugged her in my arms softly and comforted me softly.

At that time, I still cry because there is always someone who will stand in front of me without hesitation, wipe away my tears, and feel sorry for my tears.

When someone feels distressed, the wronged person will cry louder.

After the man went to the battlefield and never came back, after his mother abandoned him with another strange man and went to Demacia, he forgot what it meant to cry, because there was no longer any pain in his heart for his own tears. Existence, tears changed from priceless to worthless, and became a useless thing for self-pity.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just cry out, I am here, I will not go anywhere."

The gentle voice of the man is like digging the last crack in the embankment, piercing through all the defenses, and piercing deeply into the depths of the woman's heart. The pain and grievances of more than ten years, countless lonely people who are watching on the front line of the war Day and night, at this moment, one after another turned into an unstoppable turbulent river, pouring down the cold, hard and dark shell in embarrassment, and was held in the palm of the man's hand and kissed gently.

When weakness becomes a cherished pearl, crying has value and meaning.

Around the two of them, a sound-isolated magic shield quietly wrapped the two of them, warmly guarding this small corner.

In this small world, the two people finally shed all the hard shells, and crazily intertwined with no one else. In the rough and simple repetition, the taste tells the missing and attachment to each other...

...

In the depths of the lake of the soul, in the instinctive self-protection, the green runes that have always closed emotions and energy began to flicker slowly, and the evil red runes began to be completely suppressed by the power of the green runes, as if they were about to accept The crazy prisoner of the last trial, unwilling to use his arms to resist the guillotine falling from the sky.

An overly pure and powerful emotional energy draws down from the other side of the starry sky, and gently falls in the depths of the calm lake in the form of a colorful five-pointed star that has never been seen before. It sinks slowly and penetrates smoothly. Without the shield that isolates all consciousness, I came to the depths of the lake of Rune Wars,

Under the powerful attraction, the colorful five-pointed star flew towards the green life rune cheerfully and softly, and quickly blended into it in the gentle embrace of the life rune, making the life rune, which longed for sincere affection, glow with dazzling brilliance The light let out a pleasant chime in satisfaction.

With the blessing, the balance of victory completely fell to the side of the life rune, and the more powerful evil red rune rushed left and right unwillingly, bursting out with the power of the last rune, trying to break through the weak green mask, But it turned into futility after a lot of recklessness, and was quickly suppressed by the green mask, shrunk into a small ball, and completely annihilated and disappeared.

For more than three years, countless games and struggles, under the blessing of external forces, the life rune has finally obliterated the world consciousness that the red rune text is not a strong one, making the red rune a piece of pure original power carrier.

"Eileen... has won..."

The long war brought irresistible exhaustion. With the last consciousness, a spiritual altar with runes was built in the depths of the lake. The life runes floated and fell in the groove in the center of the altar. Afterwards, the red runes Standing on another groove.

On the surface of the lake, the light that isolated the spiritual consciousness faded away, the waves of the lake of mind disappeared, and it fell into peace again.

I really like Iron Pearl, but unfortunately, some things are destined to be unchangeable...