League of Legends Millennium Warlord

To the west of the Valoran Plains, surrounded by the Shimmering Silver Mountains and the Urus Mountains, is a dark green priceless emerald, the Nokmurch Plains.

With the northern foot of the Shimmering Silver Mountains and the southern foot of the Urus Mountains as a natural circular barrier, the Mombia tribe gathered more than a hundred survivors of the Rune Wars and merged into a large tribe of about 400 people. Beautiful Mountain Plains home.

The West is a nation built on the west coast of the Sea of ​​Conquerors, every day greeting the elderly mothers of every mage, the Demacians who smeared the white stones with disgusting mud like shit,

On the east side, there are constant conquests, and the brutal and bloodthirsty Noxus savages who greet all the families of the world with their mouths,

Located between the two, the Mombia tribe is extremely insecure. If it weren't for the continuous and steep Urus Mountains in the north to isolate the Freljord savages who eat human flesh and blood every day, I am afraid The Mombia tribe would never choose to make their home in this emerald surrounded by monsters.

Compared with the Forbidden Mudmen who only play with mud quietly in the west, the Noxian savages in the east are more fearsome, so the Mombians thought of the Immortal Fortress, so the Mombians made After making the decision to build the wall, even if the wall has to be cast for a hundred years, it may be truly called a 'city wall'.

Even if the clan action of building the city wall has seriously affected the development of the clan, the Mombians still insisted on sending a hundred people into the quarry, stacking the big stones hewn from the mountain on the gap in the ring mountain range, and giving them The wall less than one meter high is named 'Wall of Glory', which means to protect the glory of the Nokmoch Plain.

Watching the wall of glory rise a few centimeters again, Moruschev, the patriarch of the Mombia clan, showed a reassuring smile, as if he saw the ears of corn growing tall in his yard.

"Master patriarch, it is a waste of manpower to build walls like this every day. Instead of spending a lot of manpower and material resources to build high walls, it is better to send more people to the Silver Mountains to mine, and let the blacksmiths create the sharpest weapons and the most powerful weapons for our soldiers. Sturdy armor against Noxian invaders."

Seeing his tribe spend time transporting stones every day, Harold, the elder who wanted to make the tribe truly powerful, advised him again.

"Building the wall is a century-old project. We should give priority to increasing the population and military strength of the tribe. Otherwise, we will have no power to resist the Noxians. The wall of glory that has been built can only be handed over to others..."

"Harold, you don't understand that."

Slowly watching the clansmen place the stones on the low wall plastered with mud with ropes on their backs, the unpredictable Moruschev seemed to have mastered everything.

"The Noxians are fighting to the death with the barbarian tribes and bandits in the north at this time, how can they have time to invade us?

When they finish fighting, both sides must be hurt. I think you have also discovered that more and more refugees from Noxus have come to us these days.

Many are still young children, what does this mean? This shows that in Noxus, no one is optimistic about the battle with the barbarians and bandits. People with insight have already run away, and they will not continue to stay in the place where countless people are watching in the Immortal Fortress.

In other words, no matter whether Noxus wins or loses, it will take at least a hundred years to recover, and a hundred years is enough for us to raise the city wall to five meters. To invade us, without a force a hundred times stronger than ours is simply wishful thinking..."

"It's not good! Patriarch Morushchev! The Noxians are coming in!!! Run, ahhh..."

The screams stopped abruptly.

"what!?"

The peaceful village just now turned into hell in an instant,

Morushchev stared blankly at the burning village. The sound of swords clashing came from the hinterland. There was thick smoke and screams everywhere. The people who built the wall left their things and fled in a panic, holding spears. A soldier in armor was slashed with a sword by an armored Noxus soldier running from the corner of the street, and his gaze was fixed on the soldier's face. Moruschev recognized that it was the blond girl who fled into the city yesterday.

Because of this incident, he was proud all night yesterday.

The blond girl glanced coldly at Morushchev, who was not far away from her, and made a gesture.

More than a dozen shadow crossbowmen wearing black cloth armor and black scarves came running from the corner of the village. They aimed at Harold and his patriarch who were already stunned with their bows, and clasped their fingers. The machine is ready to go.

With heavy steps, Margaret walked straight towards the two with the heads of the Mombia soldiers in her hands, and said coldly.

"Margaret, captain of the Black Iron Guard of Noxus, is here! Patriarch Morushchev, do you want to die or live?"

Watching the Mombia soldiers who wanted to come close were killed one by one by Noxus soldiers in armor, Morrushchev's heart gradually became cold, and he opened his mouth, but he still couldn't utter the words of begging for mercy. .

He is the patriarch of the Mombia clan that rules more than 400 people. Even if he wants to surrender, he has to straighten his back and let the chief of the Noxus army come to him and sincerely persuade him to surrender...

"First team, shoot arrows!!!"

"Shhhhhh..."

"I think...uh..."

Three or four crossbow arrows pierced through the horrified old man, taking his life mercilessly.

Turning her head, Margaret threw her head on the ground casually, looked at Harold, just opened her mouth, but heard Harold kneel on the ground like lightning, and raised his hands.

"The second team..."

"I want to live! I surrender!!"

The girl raised her right hand, and the shadow crossbowmen put down the crossbows in their hands and looked around warily.

With a dozen other blood-stained Noxus Black Iron Guards, Epsol, who was holding a long knife, came from the other side,

"Epsol, how's the situation?"

"Captain Margaret, all the important strongholds in the village have been occupied, and some of them have been captured. The rest of the people and soldiers have fled to the west. I'm afraid they went to Demacia for help."

"Give me a sword."

Taking the long sword from a member of the Noxus Black Iron Guard, Margaret threw it to Harold.

"Elder Harold, I think you should know what to do."

Holding the long sword blankly, Harold looked confused.

Is this trying to kill yourself? It would be better to shoot yourself directly, and it would be less painful.

"I... I don't understand..."

Raising her eyebrows, Margaret kicked the head at her feet towards Harold, and the dripping head made Harold's face pale instantly.

"I need you to cut off the head of Patriarch Morushchev with your own hands as a vote to join Noxus, and then hold your patriarch's head to persuade all the rebels to surrender, understand?"

"Understood……"

Knowing that he didn't have to cut off his own head, Harold felt more fortunate,

Looking at the patriarch Morushchev who died in front of him, Harold sighed.

"Master Patriarch, you are dead anyway, so let me borrow your head."

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