League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Emerald Collar, Fiddlerett Inner City West District, Pale Bell Tower.

The building height of 98 meters makes the clock tower with dark age (like Victorian) style the most dazzling bright pearl of Fidelet.

The fence-style jade pillars composed of pure white marble are rippling with fascinating colorful luster in the sparkling moon river. The crimson magic steel alloy dial with a diameter of seven meters is evenly distributed with precision forged black steel produced by the Immortal Fortress. Three hundred and sixty-five colored opals are inlaid on the scale, and the sword-shaped hands are made of bright silver Demacia steel. If you look closely, you will find that the second and minute hands are enlarged versions of star rune blades and fire rune blades. When the second hand and the minute hand overlap, it will become the combined shape of the hour hand (the Starfire Runeblade is the sword used by the angel sisters).

There are four such luxurious and noble clock dials, which are connected to the magic crystal power device with exquisite gears and levers, and the hands are driven to rotate according to the magic energy pulse of the magic in the spar, and each beat will emit a precise and heavy " The click' sound is like a never-ending song of a clock.

In the evening, on the pale bell tower that is not open to the public, there is a slightly hunched figure appearing on the edge of the unprotected building outside the bell room. The man with the horns and handsome face doesn't care at all whether he will jump down in the strong wind and become a corrupt crimson embellished with holiness.

The metal door of the bell chamber was pushed open, and the high-top bayonet boots stepped on the tiles, making heavy and regular footsteps. Wearing a custom-made top-level assassination equipment, the face of the visitor was not clean but full of characteristics. The hard stubble and vicious snake-like eyes make the man full of deadly threat from the beginning to the end. If coupled with the indirect and creepy smile that never stops, it is enough to make the most ruthless hunter in the dark He clamped his tail and fled for his life.

Hector, one of the four veterans of Edge of Night, has countless dead souls, even the most vicious and ruthless Blade of Night killer will unconsciously shudder after hearing the name 'Hector' Shiver, unlike others, Hector hates rubbish nicknames such as 'Blood Hand Butcher' or 'Flayer Demon'. He only has one name, and that is his real name.

Thanks to his dog sister, Hector has a nephew who can't be killed.

A few steps to the young man's side, Hector took out a gold box from the dark red cloak, pushed open the lid, and the man took out a purified tan chewing stick from the box and put it directly in his mouth inside,

The chewing stick is rich in the purified paralytic toxin Yuezibai, the dose is enough to cause an adult man to die suddenly on the spot, but the man savors the pleasure brought by the poison indifferently, and the man even fantasizes that he lost his balance because of the chewing stick , and ended his life by jumping down from the clock tower.

The pleasure of hovering on the edge of death is the same as skinning...

Great pleasure.

"No matter how many times you look down from the pale bell tower, Fidelet is a very beautiful and orderly city. The dense underground waterways and grids bury the filth deeply, and it is rustled by undercurrents where people can't see it. Flush away...that's right, it's a trash like you that deserves to die long ago."

"So, Uncle, should I just die like this?"

Regarding his nephew's answer, Hector nodded without hesitation, with his usual sneer.

"Don't die near the clock tower designed by the master. If you leave the clock tower, you will die where you love to die."

"Oh, then I'm not going to die yet."

Hector stopped talking, just chewed the paralytic toxin, silently watching the sunset in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Every time he sits on the edge of the clock tower, Sacco can clearly feel that his life is passing by, and the 'click' sound of the second hand makes his body feel like a living body, not a walking body.

A dark cloud floated from a distance, covering the few remaining rays of sunshine, making the world plunge into darkness and making Shaco feel a little more comfortable.

Although he is no longer afraid of the sun, he still prefers to hide in small, dark places, which will make him feel more secure.

"uncle……"

"If you fart, let it go quickly, and if you want to die, die quickly. I don't remember teaching you to hesitate, just like a piece of trash."

"Can I... take another look at... her?"

What was her name, her own mother?

Saco was a little dazed.

I don't know when, the mother's face became a little blurred, and only the fragmented smile and the warm heart remained in the memory, like the fragments of a mirror, it is difficult to splice together again, clearly reminding myself not to forget, But still forget a lot of things.

As a result, the simple word mother has become difficult to say, as if saying mother will make me become immature again, return to that dark dungeon, and be tightly bound by chains.

Or, the reason for not saying the word mother is because there are other feelings.

Sacco knew that he was unwilling, but he was willing, because she was the only woman he cared about and cared about in his life.

This entanglement is like being bitten by a beloved poisonous snake. I want to chop off the poisonous snake's head with a knife, but I can't bear it. Instead, I relax my muscles and let the poisonous snake bite deeper for love...

"...Disgusting brat, exactly the same as your bastard old man."

As if aware of the man's contradictory thoughts and emotions, Hector squinted his eyes, and wanted to spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm with a "huh", but then thought that this is the sacred place designed by the master for the blade of night, and forced He swallowed the thick phlegm vigorously.

This back and forth, on the contrary, made Hector lose the idea of ​​continuing to taste confinement white.

Bite off the half-chewed stick and put it back in the gold case, Hector swallowed.

For Hecht's answer, Sacco didn't have any surprises, but it didn't exceed expectations, but it didn't mean he wasn't disappointed.

In fact, he was disappointed every time. There was no hope as expected, but he still had obsession and sadness that he couldn't let go of.

"Bastard, the master wants to see you. If there are no accidents, I'm afraid your magic journey is about to start. Come early tomorrow to make yourself look like a human being."

Sacco's eyes lit up a little,

The one who completely affected his life, besides the woman who nurtured him and his uncle, was another crucial person who also gave him love, gave him warmth, and changed his life trajectory towards death. irreplaceable roles.

Lester, his master.

Only behind the master, he will forget all fears, abandon all obsessions, and find a touch of peace and tranquility in the abyss.

"If your performance satisfies the master, I can think about it and let you meet her."

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

The hour hand pointed at the position of 'six', and the grand and heavy bell rang, indicating that the day's work had been completed, and the remaining time should be rested in peace, which was sacred and could not be violated by anyone.

This is your own time.

Hector's figure had disappeared, and Saco clutched his chest, watching the last sunset.

Only he knew how fast his heart beat when the bell rang.