League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Naylor sat blankly in front of the food stand, stuffing buns into his mouth among the crowds coming and going, he was hesitating whether to bring some to the cat boy Ogman.

Presidio upholds the best virtues of the First Land, and the virtues are reflected in the bun shop, that is, two Shurima copper coins can buy a big meat bun.

For every store owner, what they want is not to earn more gold and silver things in their pockets, but to obtain the value of peace and harmony in interpersonal communication. For them, let more people eat The big buns made by myself are more worthy of my own happiness.

Seriously speaking, the standard of living in Ionia is still very high, and few people would worry about food and clothing.

"Excuse me……"

"Forehead."

A deep and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, startling Nale who was in a daze. The one-eyed middle-aged man stood up and turned around, and a downcast figure came into view.

The dusty gray cloth robe, unkempt face, unshaven face, and shawls scattered like weeds in the wilderness, coupled with the clogs on the feet and the curved sword sheath around the waist, there is no doubt that , The tramp in front of him is a swordsman.

Although he is a swordsman, only the well-maintained sword is worth a little. Judging from the style of clothing, he is probably a northerner.

"Excuse me……"

Seeing a bewildered face under the disheveled hair, Naylor seemed to see himself in the momentary eye contact, the one-eyed man sat down again, and handed the last two untouched buns together with the plate to Lost people like myself.

Subconsciously took the plate, the down-and-out swordsman stared blankly at the two meat buns on the plate, opened his mouth, a little at a loss.

After all, he didn't come to beg for food, he just wanted to ask for directions.

"Let's sit down and have something to eat, sometimes you walk too hastily and you will be very tired."

Recalling the days when he spent time with the Noxus named Liszt, Naylor shared his life experience and poured a cup of ready-made scented tea for the swordsman.

Liszt has Liszt's way of enjoying, he has his, but he doesn't mind learning it.

Silently sitting on the three-legged stool on the other side, the down-and-out swordsman hesitated for a moment, then untied the long sword that he hadn't taken off for several months, and carefully leaned against the table.

"Looking at your appearance, you are here to participate in the Blossom Festival."

Two bites of the delicious meat buns were stuffed into his mouth, and the swordsman found that he obviously felt that he was not hungry, but his mouth couldn't stop after eating the food.

"Slow down, eat slowly, no one will grab it from you."

After drinking half a cup of scented tea in one gulp, the swordsman emptied his mouth, took out five copper coins from his pocket, put them on the table, and pushed them towards Nale.

"Thank you, but I will pay for the bun money, sorry, I don't like to owe others..."

"But you want to ask me a question, don't you?"

Pushing the copper coin back again, Naylor smiled kindly.

"I just can't eat this steamed stuffed bun. If you help me solve the trouble, just treat it as my reward for answering the questions."

Glancing at the one-eyed man in front of him, the down-and-out swordsman suddenly felt that he should put away the money. He wasn't giving alms, and he wasn't begging either.

This feeling of peace and warmth can only be understood by oneself.

So he collected the money again.

Naylor smiled.

"My name is Nale. I'm a boatman in the village of Beaune. How about you?"

He ate the second bun quickly in small sips, and the swordsman drank the remaining half cup of scented tea before he spoke.

"My name is Doron, and I'm from the south."

Naylor sighed secretly, he still guessed wrong.

It's just that there are many places in the south, Weili, the Leishman Mountains, and Stukaya are all in the south... Obviously, the swordsman named Duolong in front of him is unwilling to talk about his own affairs.

The other party didn't want to say more, so Naylor naturally wouldn't ask more.

"Doron, are you going to ask me something?"

"Blooming Spirit Festival."

Just as he was about to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, but felt a little sloppy, Doron put down his right hand again, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"I'm here for Presidium's Spirit Blossom Festival, so I shouldn't have missed it?"

Shaking his head, Naylor took a sip of the scented tea in his cup: "No, Karma said that tomorrow is the day when the spirit blooms."

"That's good."

Relieved, Doron grabbed his saber and fastened it to the gray belt again.

"Are you leaving now?"

Facing Naylor's question, Doron froze for a moment, then shook his head.

"The spirit flower won't bloom until tomorrow. It's still early today. I'm not in a hurry. I'm just not used to leaving the sword away for too long."

"There are very few...unique swordsmen like you, but I can tell that your swordsmanship should be superb."

Looking down at his fugitive-like robes, Duolong knew that the man in front of him had shown mercy.

Ever since he made a heinous mistake, he has never tidied up his appearance. In the days after his master left, he only had a sword.

only the sword...

Before the kind face had time to say anything, it was cut off by his own cold sharp blade. The talent and talent he was proud of became the deadliest poison, tearing apart his heart and taking away everything he had.

The scene of falling into an ice cave filled the eyes of the swordsman with regret and tyranny.

The swordsman put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Doron..."

"Doron, it seems that you have your own reasons."

Nale's voice appeared next to his ears, and the swordsman was stunned for a moment, fixed his eyes on the one-eyed man in front of him, and let go of the hilt of his sword.

Breaking away from the terrible hallucination, Doron started to refill half a cup of scented tea for himself with trembling hands. The reason why he added half a cup was because the other half cup was spilled on the table, which made Nale feel a little sorry.

"Sorry, I... I thought of something bad."

"Everyone who participates in the Blooming Soul Festival, most of them have their own regrets. You are like this, and so am I."

Duolong remained silent, just drinking scented tea with his head down.

"No matter what we have experienced, we can't escape. There are some things we always have to do. Escape cannot solve any difficulties."

"Some things... Sorry, it's really hard to explain... Thank you for your hospitality."

Standing up, Doron hugged Naylor and left.

A vastaya boy with gray cat ears who had practiced some agility approached him. Duolong just glanced at him and stopped paying attention.

Such a person, he can kill with one blow...

Before he saw that person, he had to clean himself up. At least, he couldn't be so decadent in front of that person.

Whether it's for him or for myself, there should be an explanation...

O'Gorman came to the food stand, sat down on the table, and found that Naler was staring blankly at the empty cup on the table.

"What's the matter? Uncle Nale, did someone eat with you just now?"

When he recovered, Naylor nodded and sighed softly.

My own knot has not been untied, so what qualifications do I have to help others untie it?

"Ogman, what did Lord Liszt say?"

"Two meat buns~"

"Immediately~"

After ordering food, O'Gorman responded.

"It is said that we will meet at the entrance of the magic garden tomorrow morning, and then we will go to the Blossoming Spirit Tree together. Is there any problem?"

Shaking his head, Naylor put down the strange and lonely down-and-out swordsman, looking forward to tomorrow.

"No problem, it's just a feeling of sympathy."

...

"It was my fault."

"You're fine."

Another voice appeared next to his ear again, and Doron didn't understand whether the voice came from his own consciousness, or some demon was tempting him.

"I, is there any problem?"

"No, you have a problem. Your problem is that you think you are okay, but you have nothing wrong with yourself, so you shouldn't have a problem."

"I don't understand……"

"You should understand, just like you should know, your master's death has nothing to do with you, he is too weak, he is too arrogant, he underestimated your ability..."

"No...it's not like that...who are you?"

"I am you, look at your truest face now."

Lowering his head, an evil face with dark red horns appeared in the wooden basin,

Looking at the illusion that appeared again in front of him, Duolong smashed down the wooden basin with a fist, and the clear water splashed all over the floor.

In the stagnant water on the ground, Duolong suddenly found that he had returned to his original appearance, as if he had just hallucinated.

"I'm still too tired."

The swordsman went to bed and decided to spend the rest of the day resting.

"Someone was smashing things and throwing water."

Xiyue left the wooden wall and calmly gave her own judgment.

"He should be asleep by now."

Lester, who was sitting on the stool, looked at the scorching sun outside the window. At noon, it was reasonable to rest.

"Aren't you leaving this afternoon?"

"Well, it's settled."

Confirming that the irascible neighbor next door would not pose a threat to her, Xiyue put down her scythe, sat across the table, and let her man pour herself a cup of tea.

The female warrior took a sip, put down the pottery teacup, and propped up her clean chin with her folded elbows, looking a little lazy.

She has been tossed a lot lately.

"Well, Karma's side has been confirmed. In order to deal with this turmoil, there are not too few warriors guarding the magic garden. Even Shuoji Temple has sent several older monks. If you add Pu According to the Leixidian militia group, Presidian's safety should not be a big problem. After all, the ghosts and ghosts that appeared on the last Spirit Blossom Festival were also calmed down by the masters. Only five years have passed. Following Karma's call, many people chose to deal with the spirit disaster again."

Picking up Xiyue's teacup and taking a half sip, Lester said softly amidst the female warrior's amused expression.

"And what part did you play in it?"

"I represent the Wuyinliu to participate in the guarding activities of Prestidian, which will naturally give my master a reputation. After all, the mission my master gave me is to let me promote the Wuyinliu and pass on the Wuyinliu. There is nothing better than curbing Wouldn't it be more convenient to have a huge disaster?"

"makes sense."

The two people facing each other smiled knowingly, held each other's hands, and interlocked their fingers.

"Having said that, at the invitation of Karma, Master Lingjue has also come out of the mountain this time."

"Master Lingjue? Can you tell me?"

"You don't recognize such a famous person, you are not very reliable."

Placing his face in the palm of Yuzuki's slender hands, Lester said sullenly.

"I just came to Navoli, how can I recognize everyone?"

"Then you don't even recognize me?"

"If I can only remember one person in Ionia, it must be you."

"Hmph~ You still have a conscience~"

Just like newlyweds, both of them enjoy the warmth between each other.

"It is said that Master Lingjue is the sole descendant of a certain ancient family in Shangzan in the north, who can easily travel between the spiritual realm and the material realm through the method of [entering concentration], and travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye...

He also has an arcane soul blade of unknown origin inherited from his family. In the few days when Jax first came to Presidium, Lingjue even fought with Jax. Speaking of which, Lingjue's knife skills are still not as good as Jax's jujube cane. "

"Xiyue, since you lost, you should be called Master Jax, this is respect for the strong."

"I didn't bark, who made him beat me up so hard? What, you're on Jax's side?"

"What over there...Who is Jax? I don't know him at all...Oh, I remembered, it's the guy with the crutches, don't worry, if he dares to bully you, I'll beat him to death ! Beat him out of the eternal flame hidden in the hood! The kind that Sedu can't put back."

"Hey, Liszt, you are so kind to me~"

The delicate female warrior no longer had her usual glamor and arrogance. She sat on Lester's lap and hugged the man she recognized.

Leicester was a little intoxicated by the scent of pear blossoms blowing in his face. He also saw many excellent women in Runeterra, but it was the first time for a woman with oriental style like Xiyue.

"By the way, Liszt, you, your movements and skills are so... skillful, you should have quite a few women, right?"

Caressing Xiyue Rumo's hair, Lester remained silent.

Substantial progress has been made with LeBlanc's physical incarnation Rose, Tali and Jiss, two barbarian sisters from the Dalmo Plain, Margaret recruited by the Immortal Fortress, and the emerald leader who moved from the Forest of Tranquility Sisters Misha and Hina, as well as Alice, the backup candidate for the Legion Commander, and Terena, the mentor of the Black Rose Mage Academy,

Including Meredith, who has not yet had a real relationship, and Helena, who is entangled with her,

Including the non-human silver pterosaur Qin Xia Yinyue, the unknown conceptual (harmonious) demon Evelyn, and the blue bird Gaen Arem who often closes his eyes to rest on his head,

Counting the purple-skinned one-headed garlic... Ahem, this is not allowed, people can't, at least they shouldn't...

Finally, if you add Xiyue and Elena who turned into runes, there are only fifteen, which doesn't seem to be too many.

In order to be able to have a child, it is not a big problem to find more wives, right?

"Actually not much."

When he said these words that were enough to strike the sky, Lester upheld the glorious tradition of not being red-faced or heart-beating, and made Xiyue who was staring at Lester's expression relax, as if he believed Lester's words.

"That's good, can you tell me how many there are?"

"This question is not important. What is important is that at this moment, you are by my side."

"how many?"

"Uh, in fact, my status is a bit special. On the Valoran continent, people with status can have many women..."

Xiyue sat up straight, took out a short knife similar to a Gurkha machete, and pressed it against the man's neck.

"several?"

"Speak well, we are all a family, don't do anything."

Gently removing the dangerous item from the female warrior's hand and placing it on the table, Lester looked at the extremely determined girl in front of him, hesitated, and said in a low voice.

"You really want an answer?"

"You know, what I want is your sincerity, the answer is not important."

The stubborn voice of the female warrior made Lester choose to give up. He didn't want to deceive the girl in front of him who had given everything to him.

After thinking about it, he still told the truth.

"Eight, you are the ninth, how nice is Xiao Jiu, right?"

Then, Xiyue's eyes lost their brightness, and in an instant, Lester vaguely saw the Grim Reaper holding a scythe smiling at him.

"Wu Yinliu and her husband and everything should be destroyed, this world is so boring."

"Wait! Xiyue, as long as we agreed to be sincere!?"

"There must be a limit to sincerity, right? Eight! What do you want one by one?"

Sitting up suddenly from the bed, the down-and-out swordsman Duolong glared irritably at the young couple who were quarreling and fighting next to the wooden wall, and the whispers in his ears reappeared.

"It's very annoying. There is a poor dog who was kicked by someone while he was sleeping. Do you want to kill them?"

Swordsman Duolong is a customized character set by the lord [Zuoanyu]. Can anyone see the prototype?