League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The heavy snowfall heralds that the Ice and Snow Festival at the end of the year is approaching again. The leaders of the Emerald Leaders rested their work and began to prepare festival supplies.

Wealthy country people drove their cattle and horse carts to the commercial street of Emerald Ling to experience a rare shopping trip, and those who were poor would not be short of food and clothing. Men carried logging axes or hunting bows when they went out, while women accompanied them. Children knead hemp and sew clothes at home,

The soldiers on duty took off their cold and heavy armor and put on gray fur coats with advanced design concepts. They patrolled everywhere with weapons in hand to maintain law and order. Spend time on your family, get together with relatives and friends, brag about your military experience with a red nose in the intercourse of wine, and win admiration and admiration.

The atmosphere of the Ice and Snow Festival is getting stronger and stronger, and Noster Village, the easternmost part of the Emerald Territory, is no exception.

Early in the morning, the village chief organized the male villagers to build wooden platforms and bonfires on the main street of the village. According to the requirements of the lord, they hung red and white festive cloth strips and copper bells on the tallest pine logs, and used shovels to set them up. The snow on the roads has been removed one after another, and the orphans and widows in the village are greeted with supplies for the winter, and the performances to be performed at the Ice and Snow Festival are rehearsed.

After a week of hard work, it was finally completed before the night of the seventh day.

However, on the eighth day, the village chief had to be dragged by his bitter son to watch the mess with a blank face.

The wooden platform floor used as a performance stage was dismantled into a funny [trap board] with neat gaps, and the festive tree hung with cloth strips was covered with frozen sheep cakes, which became stinky.

The stone brick road that had been cleared of snow turned into a smooth skating rink. Early in the morning, more than a dozen unnoticed villagers fell their farts, and piled up on the wooden platform of more than a dozen bonfires that had not yet been lit. The ice head, the two inverted triangle ice hole eyes and the jagged mouth all show the evilness of the creator himself.

"Father, it must have been done by that evil mage, he always likes to turn beautiful things into..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a 'click', and the iced sheep cake, which could not bear the snow pressure, slipped from the tree and rolled to the young man's feet.

The young man's face froze.

"Uh, not so nice..."

The majestic beard of the village chief began to tremble. Looking at the disappointed and angry villagers around him, the old man's eyes were full of anger.

To this day, he can no longer convince himself to let that evil mage continue to harm his village.

In any case, there must be an explanation for this matter.

"Galle, gather good men, bring hard ones, we..."

Before the village chief finished speaking, a man who hid his body under a black robe easily walked through the noisy crowd and walked to the village chief before other villagers could react.

"This matter will be taken over by us."

Covering his face, Dimaster showed the black and red metal emblem of [Edge of Night] to the elderly village chief, causing the village chief and his son Galle to stare at him, then their expressions changed drastically, and they knelt directly on the ground. on the ground.

Although the surrounding villagers didn't understand what happened, they also knew that people who the village chief didn't dare to offend must be more difficult to offend, so they quickly knelt down together.

Those who own the emblems, even the most honorable Black Guard under the command of Legion Commander Margaret, have no jurisdiction. There will always be only one person who can control the owners of these emblems in the Emerald Territory.

That is the existence of eternal darkness that has never seen its true face, a terrifying legend.

"My lord, you..."

"It's about military secrets. What I can guarantee you is that such things will not happen in the village again. Remember, don't ask too much, don't talk too much."

Hearing what the big man said, the village chief, who lowered his head, was relieved.

"yes."

...

On the mountainside at the northern foot of the Shimmering Silver Mountains near the village, a small bonfire bravely danced against the night.

In front of the bonfire, Veigar, wearing a mage's big hat, proudly crossed his waist, leaned over and looked at the human village at the foot of the mountain that he was afraid of, clapped and danced involuntarily, and the warlord's dark gloves made a "bang bang" collision sound , as if celebrating the master's victory.

As a great master who pursues darkness and supreme magic, Veigar knows that his path will never end.

Only by letting more human beings succumb to their own darkness and terror, and only by making their own evil become fear legends on Valoran, can they make themselves more similar to the Dark Tyrant,

Veigar has always believed that if he can really reach the level of a dark tyrant, he can completely get rid of the fear of the dark tyrant.

Above this, in the pursuit of more sinister and dark forbidden sorcery.

only……

Veigar's waving little hands gradually lowered. Facing the cool night wind on the cliff, the stiff yordle sat on the ground with his knees hugged and his head buried, like a child who has done something wrong.

The wind picked up, blowing the brim of the hat gently against the yordle's head.

"Is what I did wrong..."

Thinking back to the ewe that was frightened by me, thinking of the messy slugs in the vegetable field, thinking of the beautiful and beautiful pine tree covered with sheep dung by magic...

Needless to say, those villagers who were tortured by their own evil spells were not happy at the moment.

People's hard work is destroyed by themselves.

The yordle was ashamed of this, and was about to reflect on his behavior, but a tearing pain came from his brain.

Mordekaiser's Nether Plate Armor appeared in front of his eyes again, and the mace named [Ye Yun] smashed head-on, and the tyrannical and majestic voice echoed in his ears. For a moment, the desperate Veigar only felt that he had returned to the dark world again. The magic dungeon is bound in the dark depths by the chains of the forbidden magic. All day long, he is accompanied by loneliness and terror as a friend. What he sees and hears is full of tyranny and cruelty.

"Prove that your curiosity about darkness will last forever, whether it's a hundred years or a thousand years, use your curiosity to prove that evil and brutality can become spiritual food, forget about your ridiculous Bandle City... start Come on, don't keep our yordle guests waiting too long."

"You are afraid, little one, you should be afraid, surrender to fear, you can win freedom..."

"Spread darkness and spread evil, this is your mission, Veigar, cut off the heads of the weak and build a city of skulls, scatter their blood, dig a scarlet river, and wait for my return..."

The voice of the tyrant was close at hand, as if he was about to be imprisoned in a dungeon again to meet a hundred years of loneliness in the next moment, Vega trembled, and the tears of fear could not be stopped, he locked his body helplessly, letting the evil The voice unscrupulously invaded every safe space of his own, put his spiritual sustenance on Bandle City, and shattered his concept of good and evil.

"The only thing that can fight against darkness is darkness, Veigar, you must believe in darkness!"

Gradually, the yordle's thoughts calmed down again.

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