League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The sky changed suddenly, and the sky that was still clear just now was now covered with black clouds.

Shurima Continent, on the mountainside of Mount Targon, a sexy woman with unique physical appearance looked up at the sky in a daze. , saw the immortal holy city above the star realm.

The woman has immature and smooth light purple skin, elf-like long ears, a cute one-horn on her forehead, and gentle eyebrows. She has been watching on Mount Targon for more than ten years, and saved the climber by persuading climbers to go down the mountain. Soraka of a thousand lives.

"There is a vision in the sky, why is justice angry?"

Just as Soraka said a word, several frightening bolts of lightning descended from the sky of Targon, and the sound of thunder echoed in his ears, causing the Rakkor people who lived under Targon to bow down and worship. Praise the gods of the star world loudly.

The woman talked, human beings have no idea how dangerous the gods they worship are.

Withdrawing his gaze towards the sky, Soraka's face was full of worry.

After hesitating for a while, he was really uneasy. Soraka, who was worried that the righteous protoss would burn his life, made up his mind to use divine magic to predict the reason for the righteous protoss' anger.

The woman sat cross-legged on the spot, and stood in front of her with both hands tightly holding the staff of the crescent moon. The power of the star god shone with green light descending from the sky, and along the staff came to the front of the woman, forming an illusory light curtain.

The divine power burned the woman's mortal body like hellfire, Soraka's hands and forearms gave off a burnt smell, and soon revealed the arm bones like white jade, the woman gritted her teeth and tried to resist the flesh and blood began to fall off The pain that pierced the bone marrow and soul finally saw the figure of a man in the light curtain.

It seemed that he was flying in the air. The man with a calm face was embracing a woman who had lost her breath. With just one glance, Soraka could see that the man was suppressing tyranny like a bloodthirsty and crazy beast at the moment. After seeing the unforgettable face, Soraka set his eyes on the woman's body, staying at the woman's broken chest.

"It's because of you that justice is angry. You are the incarnation chosen by justice... Hiss... Some... can't hold it..."

The last thing flashed by the light curtain was an amazing city, and then it dissipated into the air like a bubble.

Before both arms were completely burned into skeletons, Soraka stopped the divining magic. Even though she was used to being in a state of pain, the woman at this moment was so painful that she couldn't breathe, and almost passed out.

If the pain suffered by treating humans is 1, then the pain suffered by performing the divine spell of prophecy protoss is 20, which is not a small price, but she does not regret it.

Finally, it began to rain heavily, and the heavy rain curtain seemed to crush people's backs, crackling and hurting the body, and the strong wind blew the tents and bonfires that were somewhat leaky.

Soraka, who had just healed herself with pain, could only give up the idea of ​​packing her bags, stood up from the ground with difficulty, looked back at her warm little home for the last time, turned around and picked up her new bag. The Moon Staff staggered down the mountain.

As if by fate, a young Rakkor was walking up the slope, holding a wooden spear.

"Are you... that legendary horned demon?"

Looking at the figure approaching him in the rain, the Rakkor boy who was startled took a step back in horror, then tightly held the wooden spear in his hand and pointed it at the stranger. He stared at Soraka with hostile eyes and refused to run away.

"Go back, child...the land of glory you seek...has become a Jedi at this moment...God is angry...like this rain and thunder...this night...no one can sleep peacefully...cough cough cough... "

Soraka, who had just suffered a severe injury and was extremely weak, still stopped in his tracks, and spoke to the boy in an intermittent tone.

"Besides the endless... road, you have many choices..."

"Shut up, big monster! Don't try to trick me into becoming a warrior of the tribe! You deceptive devil! It's not too late, but I came when I was about to accept the trial. This shows that the rain and thunder are just me. The trial of the road to glory! This is the will of the gods, as long as I pass the trial, I can become the strongest! And you are just an obstacle to deceive people and stop me! Get out of the way!!!”

Pushing down the one-horned demon in front of him, the Rakkor boy was full of excitement as if he had truly defeated the demon. Looking back at the demon who fell in the mud and couldn't stand up, the boy laughed loudly.

"Don't try to stop me! Ugly evil! Devil!"

Raising her head, Soraka could only watch helplessly as an ignorant soul sadly became a sacrifice for the gods to vent their anger. She raised her hand in the direction the boy was leaving, but after all, she trembled after hearing the word 'devil' After a while, he slowly retracted and covered his aching heart.

Some injuries are more painful than physical pain.

"sorry……"

What makes people sigh is that the gentle kindness was instantly blown away by the storm, and it seemed that only coldness and gray remained between the sky and the earth.

"The gods are watching me, the gods are watching my road to glory, no one in the family has ever had such a trial vision, this is the grace of the gods, it is the grace of heaven... no one can No one can stop my way forward. After I go back, everyone will look at me high, because I am the son of the gods, the son of the stars, and I will become the greatest Rakkor! More than the Sun Sect And those monks of the Bright Moon Sect!"

"Nobody can call me a coward anymore! Nobody!"

I don't know how long I walked, the bean-heavy rain slapped on my face, and my cheeks were swollen. The purple-blue boy leaned on a wooden spear and held his crotch and walked forward forcefully. After walking around a corner, the wind and rain suddenly disappeared. , a pale narrow road as narrow as one meter appeared in front of me, not far from the narrow road was a frozen snow peak, icicles could be seen everywhere, and the storm turned into a blizzard tens of meters away in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the Rakkor boy showed a proud smile.

"Obviously I have only climbed half of the distance, but I have directly reached the last section of the wind and snow road, haha, my father has long said that the Rakkor warriors chosen by God only need to put in a very small amount of effort to be able to stand under the gaze of the gods." Climbing down to the top of the divine peak to gain the grace of divine power, there is no doubt that I am the warrior chosen by the gods after defeating the devil and hardships!"

The distance is getting shorter and shorter, and the blurry scenery is getting closer and closer. After passing the next corner of the road of wind and snow, a low slope appears in front of you. He seemed to see the city in the sky made of gold and silver.

Everything is as expected, the gods have long been waiting for him here, ready to wear the crown of warrior for himself.

After running forward a few steps, the boy threw down his wooden spear and prostrated himself on the ground.

"The great Lord of Mount Targon, the aloof god, I have passed your test, I beg you to..."

"Crackling!!!"

Under the Mount Targon, Soraka looked back at the purple lightning flashing across the mountain, sighed softly, and disappeared into the rain.

The college entrance examination is over~ Summer vacation is coming~ Everyone, come and catch up and read books~