League of Legends Millennium Warlord

For Lester himself, he is still very reluctant to interfere with the natural development of Runeterra,

With a lot of Runeterra [Future Information] in hand, every intervention means that the development trajectory of the world has deviated. Perhaps a small move now will lead to unexpected results in the future, so Let the importance and authenticity of [Future Information] be greatly reduced, until one day it will completely fail in the collapsed timeline.

Although it is only a reasonable inference and conjecture, if one's own [Immortality] attribute can be extended to the [Longevity] attribute through the runes controlled by Elena, then the control of future information will be even more important. Changing the world into something beyond recognition is not conducive to future development.

Leicester himself could use the power of the Emerald Collar to fully support Noxus to fight all over the world, but if he really does this, and there is no preparation or plan at all, there will definitely be a strong rebound factor,

Void, Protoss, Darkborn, Badlands, or some unborn powerful beings, there will always be one or two things that Noxus and the Emerald Territory cannot resist, making Noxus a better situation Destroy, smash the chessboard laid out by the emerald collar into pieces.

The trees are beautiful in the forest, but the wind will destroy them.

Mindlessly exposing himself and the emerald collar to the eyes of some terrifying extraordinary creatures, this is not the ending Lester wants to see.

"In this world with many extraordinary powers, the risk of competing for hegemony with the purpose of conquering the world is too high, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Even if the current forces of the Emerald Land can unify Valoran, hammer Demacia to death, and conquer the Freljord tundra in the north, they will be smashed to pieces by space meteorites attracted by the curious Twilight Protoss Zoe, and even myself There may be dangers. There are too many extraordinary people, but the mortal country has no corresponding means of resistance. It is like a dog being slaughtered. This is the truest portrayal of Runeterra.

However, the battlefield of mortals should not be too worrying for the current emerald leader. Accumulating high-end combat power in obscurity and preparing some extraordinary power to deal with protoss, dark descendants or demigods is what the emerald leader should achieve. The first goal, at the very least, is to counterattack the astral world, and possess the strength to kill the protoss, so that the emerald leader can really let go of his hands and feet. "

As for why counterattacking the Star Realm and killing the Protoss is the development goal, it can only be said that men themselves don't like those guys who are superior, arrogant and enslaved the Star-Forging Dragon King to profit for themselves.

Having reached such a conclusion, Leicester also determined the next course of action.

"Provide enough logistical supplies for Noxus, provide a small amount of advanced weapons weaker than the Dark Blood Crossbow to deal with the troll troops, and send some elite support legions to join Noxus' expansion process, as much as possible avoid drastically altering the course of history.

This will not only speed up the expansion of Noxus forces, but also allow the emeralds hidden behind the scenes to obtain the dividends of Noxus' expansion, and these things need to be discussed with Nadalz face to face, so forget it this time, anyway In a few years, Noxus and Howling Wind will not be able to tell the winner, and my emerald collar is still a lot of trouble. "

The carriage drove out of the Immortal Fortress smoothly, and the soundproof circle was removed. Lester gave the coachman ten copper coins, and walked up to a low mountain with a relatively high terrain and a somewhat remote location.

Open your palms and aim at the sky, and a group of instant magic power of ice element goes straight into the sky, explodes a hundred meters above, filled with ice mist, and reflects a group of beautiful colorful glare in the sun.

"Yes!!!"

Within a few minutes, a clear and sweet chirping sound came from above the clouds in the sky, and Shia Yinyue swooped down with her big wings that had grown again, and rushed towards the man.

When it was about to reach the ground, the silver-winged dragon bird puffed up its wings and began to slow down, and landed smoothly beside the man. It lowered its slender and beautiful neck, and rubbed against the man's arm.

"Good guy, you've grown up a lot~"

"Woooo~oooh~"

With a cute whimpering sound, Lester turned up and rode on the back of Longqin's neck.

"Let's go, Shia, let's go back to the Emerald Collar."

"Boom~"

The dragon bird fluttered its wings and flew high, quickly climbed to the clouds, and flew towards the west quickly.

...

Even for less than half a month, Chilam was in a dazed and lost state.

He couldn't get excited about doing anything, and felt boring in doing anything. It was obvious that he couldn't work in such a state. Harold had to give the lord's father-in-law a long vacation, in case something happened, and the lord would arrange a funeral for him.

Harold had a clear understanding of his status.

Walking on the clean and tidy white stone main road, Zilam slumped his shoulders and walked towards his home.

"Master Ziram, good day~"

"Day... you."

"?"

"Master Ziram, good morning~"

"Morning...you."

"??"

He said words that he didn't understand, and he replied to the acquaintances who greeted him warmly along the way. Under the puzzled eyes of the acquaintances, the haggard man gradually went away.

Several people looked at each other and instinctively got together.

"You said, is Lord Zilam in trouble?"

"Hey, I had this sign twelve days ago. I was out of my mind. I didn't expect it to get worse..."

"So the lord's father-in-law will also show such an expression? Do you think I can be the lord's father-in-law?"

Looking at the rough-faced middle-aged man in front of him with disdain, the other two men shook their heads.

"I don't think it's good. You should teach your fat daughter how to raise a dick."

...

Inserting the key into the brass lock and turning it, Chiram pushed open the door and returned to his home.

"Tracely isn't here, that's right, she might think I'm off to work."

After closing the door and sitting down on the leather chair, the listless Ziram casually picked up a hand-bound book on the long hardcover nanmu table.

He recognized that this was Tracey's clothing design manual, a treasure that he always carried with him and didn't show it to himself.

"Did you forget to bring it? Do you want to send it to her?"

Flipping through it a few times, Chiram found a few pages of clothing styles that he had never seen before in the first half of the manual. After spending a long time with Ms. Trisili, the tailor who opened the shop, the man's ability to appreciate clothes has also improved. Not a lot.

Open the three deliberately folded pages, unfold the first slightly yellowed page,

The lines of the charcoal pen outline the clothes with great characteristics. At first glance, it looks beautiful and handsome. The design style that fits the body is eye-catching. The elegant and simple look is the clothes of noble men.

The whole is based on simple black, and the length of the clothes is below the hip line, but the lapel and three pockets are a bit nondescript, especially the large blank area exposed by the lapel. Chilam always feels that there is something important missing in that place.

Especially when Trisley deliberately drew a question mark on the blank space of the collar, Zilam felt that his judgment was correct.

The sound of the door lock turning sounded, and Zilam quickly closed the pages of the book and raised his head.

Trisli walked in, seeming a little surprised that the man had returned home now.

"Why did you come back so early today?"

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