League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Chiram gradually adapted to life in the Emerald Collar, forgetting the shadows brought by Targon and Demacia.

After leaving enough bread and bacon at home, I went to the North District early every day to take care of the farmland and fruit trees. At the end of the evening, I went to the food warehouse to learn how to use numbers to count the harvest of the day with the mage who knows how to count.

Finally, bring the unique benefits of the warehouse keeper - a few apples or fragrant pears to go home happily, watching the tired daughters who played at the lord's house all day fall asleep beautifully...

This kind of life was unthinkable when I lived in Demacia, but I didn't expect to live such a good life in the Emerald Collar for less than two months.

Apart from reducing some time spent with my daughter, there are basically no major problems,

Leisure work, good pay,

As for washing away the dirt, the two daughters showed some outstanding looks—just kidding, who would dare to face her under the protection of the Black Iron Guard of Noxus after the heads of several malicious people have been chopped off? His own daughter shot?

Although there are some rumors that the lord has taken a fancy to his daughter who has not yet grown up, but what is this? My daughter is already beautiful and outstanding, so it is not incomprehensible to be taken in by the lord. It is better than those messy people.

The most important thing is that I asked about the specific situation of my daughter in the lord's house. The lord did not do anything out of line during the period. He just loved and loved the two little guys as much as he did. As for things after growing up, Of course, I will say it later when I grow up.

At that time, if my daughter really likes the lord, it would be a good ending for the two daughters to marry the lord to enjoy the blessings, and I can enjoy my old age in peace.

For Zilam, as long as his daughter can eat well, grow up smoothly, and no longer have any relationship with the "God" mother, that is enough.

What's more, when I was on the outskirts of Tranquility Forest, I often went out to work for a whole day. Compared with the situation at that time, I am living like a god now, so there is nothing to complain about.

Under the flickering flame of the copper animal oil lamp, the sleeping faces of the two daughters were extraordinarily sweet. Zilam smiled gently, and tightened the quilt for the two daughters, wrapping their little feet tightly.

On the low cabinet by the window, there was a cute puppet cat with a strange shape. The man knew that it was a gift from Lord Lester to his youngest daughter, and the youngest daughter Xina liked it very much.

Walking to the window, Chilam looked at the star-studded night sky with hazy eyes, as if he had crossed mountains and rivers and returned to Mount Targon where the divine light shone, facing countless cold and majestic gazes.

That is the sight of the gods, and that is the indifference to mortals.

At this moment, the wife selected by the Protoss of Justice is among them.

Perhaps, she is wearing dazzling armor and holding a flaming weapon to fight the enemies of the God Realm.

"Myhira, you must have forgotten me."

Draw the curtains, and the animal oil lamp goes out.

"Please also forget about the two daughters you gave birth to..."

...

Noxian calendar, 2 AD.

'Tick tick tick tick...'

Under the nourishment of the spring rain, the vibrant world begins to sprout green shoots.

The mountain streams are rushing, the tall forests exude greenness, swaying gently in the moist and warm air under the blowing of the spring breeze, and intoxicated in the gentle drizzle.

After the sun crossed the sky, the emerald collar stretched, and slowly opened her charming eyes, glowing with its own brilliance.

The cooking smoke dissipated in the misty sky, and the leaders wore spring clothes and big bamboo hats and strolled in the drizzle to their work places.

Those who go to the northern district are farmers, vegetable farmers and fruit farmers, those who go to the southern district are workshop apprentices, craftsmen or miners, those who go to the western district are loggers and construction workers, and as for the eastern district of the Emerald Territory, there are Noxian black people stationed there. The Iron Guard and Shadow Crossbowmen troops are carrying out the training plan that Leicester personally formulated.

Under the command of Captain Margaret, the young people who newly joined the Noxus Black Iron Guard started from standing in the queue, learning the importance of discipline in the professional army,

Physical training, combat training, and tactical explanations are all indispensable teaching contents, which are taught separately by Black Iron Guard Captain Margaret and tactical instructor Meredith.

After a year of training in actual combat, Margaret, who was originally a little green, has quickly matured. The cruel swordsmanship on the battlefield, the indifferent face and the evil spirit all over her body are enough to make ordinary newcomers forget that there is only one in front of them. A 16-year-old girl, her thorns were tidied up and docile.

Epsol, the original vice-captain of the Black Iron Guard, was transferred to the Shadow Crossbowmen Troop as the commander, because the former commander Morris and some of the former army's crossbowmen have gradually disappeared from everyone's sight. ' for several months.

Nocmoch Plain, southwest of Emerald Territory, close to the northern foot of Shimmering Silver Mountain Range, deep in the Forest of Tranquility.

Hidden murderous intent cannot fully describe the cruel living environment in the dense forest.

On the forest floor covered with silt and rotting leaves, the deep purple Bonos scorpion, which is sure to die with a single needle, disappeared in a flash, and rushed into the pile of rotten wood that could be used as a foothold.

The dark green vano viper is coiled on the branches, hissing and spitting out the snake letter, waiting for the ignorant prey to step into the hall of death.

Thumb-sized jungle poisonous mosquitoes are flying in the air, with huge and ferocious mouthparts, looking for fresh food sources.

Outside the swamp, the animal bones were half-hidden and covered by fallen leaves, and the ferocious stone-clad monitor lizards were biting the belly of the giant horned deer, opening their stomachs with crocodile-like sharp teeth, and feasting on them.

The dense forest cat demon on the canopy holds the ape's neck in its mouth, and shares the newly harvested prey with the bloodthirsty tribe.

The red blood ant, which is as small as a fingernail and is full of poison, is as big as a tiger and leopard, and the Ponok erect bear that eats blood and brains,

Every inch of space interprets the cruelty of existence, and life is passing by every minute and every second.

However, in such a human forbidden zone, there are several unrelated human beings living in it, accepting the cruelest test.

Human beings use the most domineering and direct way to explain that they are not carnivores below the biological chain, but deadly hunters at the top of the food chain.

This method is called killing.

The stone-clad monitor lizard scrapes the bones with its barbed tongue, and sends the last trace of the giant-horned deer's flesh into its mouth, but it doesn't know that above the tree crown, the deadly crimson venom has already dripped on the deer along the thin branches. On top of the flesh, holding the twig was an indifferent man named Morris, whose body was covered in the blood of an insect repellent.

Withdrawing the dagger from the nape of the cat demon, green blood flowed down the thick trunk. The Stone Armored Monitor Lizard, which smelled the blood, obviously sensed something was wrong, but just after taking two steps, it stopped immediately. fell to the ground.

The toxicity of the red blood ant's venom had already exploded, and the powerful hunter opened his mouth and howled and struggled, but the next moment he was pierced through the skull by the sharp spear that fell from the sky.

A stronger smell of blood began to disperse, and the roar of Ponnock's upright bear was heard in the distance.

Indifferently, he pulled out the spear from the gap in the scales, picked up the body of the stone-clad monitor lizard, and Morris walked away.

mission completed.

Hurry up and hit me with the tickets in your hands, there will be a recommendation tomorrow, if you can get 2,000 this time, it will be great (Nicole is pitiful)