League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Looks like a sword?"

Many black iron guards and magicians who hadn’t left were curious and impulsive about the magic weapon inserted in the center of the field. The hilt made of star iron shone with holy light in the sun, and the beautiful blade like crystal glass emitted light. With the azure blue colorful streamer, the divine sword standing straight on the ground warns the human beings present with every extraordinary thing, this is not an item that ordinary people can have.

But even with such a cognition, there are still greedy mages who cast the wind lightness technique on themselves and jumped into the big pit of the arena.

Although the lord did not issue an order, there were still a few loyal crossbowmen who buckled the crossbow and defended the property belonging to the lord.

With a sound of "咻", several crossbow arrows were blocked by the mana shield that rose suddenly. The enchanted mage was getting closer and closer to the god-given artifact, and he could not take revenge on the crossbowmen who attacked him. For him, At this moment, as if he has become the darling of the world, getting his own artifact is the most important thing.

Noting the appearance of the loyal crossbowman, he shook his head at the other soldiers who asked for their opinions with their eyes. The silver-haired Leicester, who was still in the rune-alienated state, was holding three women with trembling hearts, watching coldly and cautiously stretching his hands towards them. The mage of the Starfire Runeblade had a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The gift that the justice protoss gave to the angel sisters is something that others can touch.

Didn't you see that Excalibur hasn't split yet?

"Mine, mine, you are mine! For you, I can give up magic and concentrate on practicing swordsmanship!"

As if knowing that his behavior was a little too reckless, the mage withdrew his hand, knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to the Excalibur several times, and made a gesture of prayer, greeting all the gods he could think of, tossing After a while, he stretched out his right hand again and held it towards the hilt of the sword.

"You didn't attack me, you must have recognized me? The gods gave you to me, you can't hurt me! You are mine now!"

The mage excitedly grabbed the hilt of the sword and wanted to pull it out, but the second the palm of his hand was attached to the hilt, the Celestial Fire "purified" the greedy people from the inside out, burning the mage to ashes all over the ground. Let other guys who are eager to try completely stop trying to grab the baby.

It wasn't until this moment that Lester's majestic voice finally sounded.

"No one is allowed to get close to the Excalibur, the shadow crossbowmen and black iron guards block the arena, and anyone who approaches without authorization will be killed!

Ji Si, you are in charge of publicity, just say that a month later, the arena will hold the Excalibur Master Selection Ceremony for the audience and foreigners to come and see, the gift of [God] is much more beautiful than the gladiatorial. "

"clear."

Nodding in satisfaction, Lester was about to pull the two girls who were concentrating on the divine sword away from the high platform, but Lester heard the mournful cry of the Freljord.

"My lord! What should I do?"

Taking a closer look at the funny two wolves hugging each other, Lester smiled rarely, and spoke in Freljord.

"Since you survived, it is considered as a victory for you, but you did not completely kill the enemy, but influenced the enemy, then you must be responsible for your friends.

Soldier, keep that Freljord man and those two wolves together, eat and drink and live together. "

"yes!"

The ashen-faced barbarian was held up by black guards in heavy armor. The soldiers forcibly pulled the two wolves off the barbarian's thick chest hair and put them in a cage. With the help of the soldiers, one man and two wolves lived together smoothly. Day and night.

After finishing everything, Lester used a little strength to hold the two sisters who wanted to touch the Excalibur tightly, and walked towards the passage.

"Lester, I heard the sword calling..."

"Misha, I know, but it's not the time, believe me,

Let's go, that divine sword belongs to the two of you, and no one can take it away, but before drawing the sword, I need to make some preparations for you. "

Unlike her younger sister who easily let go of the temptation, Misha was still a little bit reluctant even after hearing what the man said.

Frowning, the man didn't say much, but he still pulled the two girls away quickly.

He never thought Protoss was a good thing, never thought so.

Just snatching people from the righteous protoss still requires some preparations.

One month is enough...

...

Even the most powerful people in Demacia have an extraordinary interest in the unworldly soldiers who appear in the Jade Collar arena.

There are quite a few magic items that have been circulated in Valoran continent, but if there is any artifact that fell from the sky and deliberately landed in a certain power's territory, it is unheard of.

In the white tabernacle conference hall, holding his favorite only son Gavinster, after discussing with Oren, Gavindark and Oren recruited Demacia's steel swordsman army leader, who has completely become the most powerful member of the Hilda family. An outstanding new generation, the first swordsman Kraken who is the strongest fighter in Demacia.

Before Kraken came, Gavindark was teasing Gavinster's little nose while talking to Oren, who had entered middle age.

"Why haven't you seen that yordle who likes to follow you recently?"

Rolling his eyes, the lackluster Oren took a sip of what was in his glass, his beard pouted, like a lost father who lost his daughter.

"She said that something happened in her hometown, she needs to go back, and she should be back soon..."

"Can you believe what the yordles say?"

Put the rebellious son Gavinster who pinched his nose in turn on the ground, and let the naughty child stumble around and throw a big ass, the indifferent old father Gavindark spoke earnestly to comfort him.

"My old friend, you should really pass on your excellent bloodline. I'm really afraid that you will end up alone. That will be a terrible news and loss for Demacia...

Seriously, Oren, that yordle, Poch, will forget you sooner or later. In Demacia, a yordle cannot inherit your will. When you entrust your wishes to a yordle, a yordle Will definitely turn around and forget about it, and then make a mess of things...

Oren, the yordles have explained the characteristics of these small things with countless times of frivolity and unreliability. You can't entrust any important things to their hands. In their hands, nothing can be done. ...and Pochi is a yordle accepted by Demacia. "

"Her name is Bobby, Jarvan. In the end, you still haven't remembered her name..."

Sighing, Oren rubbed his cheeks, his tone low.

"You know, I don't want Poppy to carry something, to put a happy elf on the shoulders of a country, that's too heavy... just, Jarvan, I just... can't accept another woman, I still can't get over it She... every time I close my eyes, I can see her sad face, and I just...

I can't... fall in love with someone else..."

For the dead knot in the old friend's heart, even Gavindark is helpless. He can't feed the old friend with aphrodisiacs, and let a woman forcefully have a child with the old friend. The result is definitely more serious than Oren not having a child. Let Oren run into his yordle daughter, it would be even worse, and Demacia would face a split.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, until a guard reported that the swordsman Kraken asked to see him.

With a sound of "Plop", Jarvanster, the villain, fell on his back again, crying loudly.

Thanks to the book friend [Goutouyou] for the reward of 1W coins, plus one update, the goal of updating the 4D word has been reached