League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Not trying to intimidate the poor Beinuoer village survivors, Lester just wants to use his own way to manage and build his own power.

He must at least ensure that the sharp sword he created will not be used by others to stab him.

In the previous life, the assassins under the organization were loyal to the organization. It was not because the organization paid any material to buy people's hearts, but because they were brainwashed from an early age, coerced by weaknesses, cultivated emotions, and treated the killers like family members. When there are enough chips, he will push the family he raised to the cliff with a reasonable crime, and end the life of the tool man.

The killer has only one home, and the home has many family members, which is sad but realistic.

For the killers of the organization, those killers who were hunted down by the organization because of 'betrayal' or died for some unknown reason are never worthy of sympathy, even if everyone is smart and knows that the organization is probably behind the scenes. Hands and feet, but as long as it doesn't happen to them, as long as they don't act in an aboveboard manner, the killers will deceive themselves into thinking that the organization is their home.

In fact, an organization is indeed a home, a home where high-quality orphans become talents.

Growing up in such an indifferent environment different from normal society, Lester understood very early on that he would not betray the organization and would only be abandoned by the organization one day. Even so, he was willing to wait for death.

And what he has to do now is to make himself a 'family' and make his sword a family that will not betray him.

So even though it's mean, he'll do it, and he has no choice but to put aside moral considerations.

This is Valoran, this is Runeterra, and this place is more dangerous than imagined, which is why he chose the Nokemerch Plains as his base camp to establish his power, instead of simply attaching to Noxus and becoming Noxus. The root cause of the general.

The enemy is terrible, so I have to use all means to strengthen myself and let myself gain the initiative. No one can help me except myself.

Whether it's an emerald collar, magic, or a weapon, they're all just means.

What I have to do is to establish a powerful force, pursue a strong force, and then...

Hang those fools who try to offend themselves on the pole.

"Jess, if you have spent your whole life trying to get something, and you finally get it when you are about to grow old, but you find that someone was born with what you spent your whole life buying, how would you feel?"

Seeing Lester suddenly stop and ask herself, the girl lowered her head and thought about the scene the man said seriously, feeling a little sad.

"I... I may feel that my whole life is worthless..."

It seemed that the brutal dark descendants who had fallen from the Ascendant flashed in front of my eyes, or the Protoss on the Targon Peak who wanted to dominate the life and death of human beings, or the other side of the world, the void that wanted to devour the world and wipe out life, and that In the underworld, a tyrant who has accumulated strength...

Compared with the power of these existences, I am not even as good as an ant.

But are ants worthless?

Patting the girl's somewhat lost head, Lester smiled.

"Don't think about it, everyone's value cannot be easily defined, let's go, let's find our own value."

"Ok."

...

Oren was very dissatisfied with Demacia's sudden change of attitude towards the refugees, just like the blue yordel who was following him. He hated unprovoked oppression and killing, so he chose to block the promulgator at the center of the settlement. A man with ridiculous orders.

"That's not what we said, and you shouldn't be doing this."

Gavindark calmly stared at the tall man in front of him who was reasoning with him. It was he who helped him and his tribe win over the exiles in the Rune Wars. He defeated the difficulties with order and the army during the long journey, and successfully came to the west coast. Demacia.

Of course he was entitled to stand in front of him and question himself with that weird yordle he picked up from nowhere.

"Oren, I think you should know."

Gavindark's voice was very sincere.

"Noxus has defeated the Mombians by pretending to be refugees, and the Nokemochi Plain has become the territory of the Noxus, and the barbarians are eyeing us,

We should not continue to turn a blind eye, the flow of refugees must be curbed, and we do not have the time to screen and enough manpower, we can only concentrate on monitoring, not to mention, I did not kill everyone, if it were not for Noxus Spies should not resist. Those who resist can only show that they have ghosts in their hearts. "

Knowing that he could not convince the man in front of him, Oren sighed and his tone was somewhat calm.

"Of course I know, but Jiawen, do you remember what we said back then?"

"certainly."

Without any hesitation, Gavindark directly stated the original oath.

"We want to build a country that can accommodate everyone, no matter who they are, no matter what they have done before, as long as they are willing to contribute to the construction of Demacia, they can join Demacia and become a part of us.

As long as you are willing to become a part of us, you can get the same treatment as the Demacians, no discrimination, no oppression, and no discrimination. "

Taking a deep look at Gavindark, Oren said in a deep voice.

"Then do you know that what you are doing now is breaking your oath,

Many of the refugees from the east were sincerely eager to join Demacia, but you arrested them for forced labor, and those who were unwilling to accept forced labor were not all Noxus spies.

My yordle friend has seen your 'loyal soldiers' kill rebels, Poppy, tell me. "

Gaining the opportunity to speak, facing the heavy and majestic eyes of the man, the yordle named Bobby showed no sign of fear, and stepped forward to speak to Gavindark.

"That was a friend I met half a month ago. He was an old refugee from Noxus with a lame right leg. That night, he met me and told me about him."

After organizing the language, Bobby's face was very serious, as if he was talking about something big.

"He told me that he was tired of the endless wars in Noxus, his family and his children had all died in the rune wars, and he just wanted to spend the rest of his life in peace, so he Left the village, crossed the wilderness, and came to Demacia."

"His name is Nobold, and he said that he thought he could join Demacia smoothly after he came to Demacia, but he didn't expect that in Demacia, as a Roxy barbarian, he was still squeezed out. The rest of the refugees could give him some genuine help.

He told me that the crowding out of Demacians was not obvious. Those people had smiles on their faces, but they secretly asked him to do more and more tiring work and take less food. "