League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Emerald collar, in the dungeon of the military camp, the light of the torch flickers on and off.

Garfield, who was sitting on a wooden chair, stared blankly at the front, tightly bound by ropes.

The blond girl sitting in front of him was the captain of the Noxus Black Iron Guard with the emerald collar. If he remembered correctly, her name seemed to be Margaret.

No matter how hard he tried to recall, he didn't have the memory of provoking the other party, so why was he in the dungeon.

"Why did you arrest us? We didn't do anything! What happened to Greens?"

"You have a lot of questions."

It seemed to be a smile, Garfield looked with wide eyes, but found that the other party didn't smile at all.

What a ghost, where did the laughter I heard just now come from?

"Is this how your emerald leaders entertain guests?"

Margaret pulled out the dagger at her waist and played with it in her hand without looking at Garfield.

"Then, where are the guests of the Emerald Collar going? Don't they want to stay in the Emerald Collar?"

"How could we stay in the emerald collar! We are going to Demacia! You have no right to detain us!"

Garfield roared loudly, as if this would increase his strength and courage, and overwhelm the formidable Noxian woman in front of him.

"The guests who went to Demacia, what a good guest."

With a 'clang', Margaret retracted the dagger to her waist, stood up from the wooden chair, and leaned towards the middle-aged man five meters away.

"A group of animal trainers from the Rocklund Plains, going to Demacia to play in the mud together? Well, it's a good journey."

His face paled suddenly, and Garfield sensed something was wrong, so he couldn't help changing his mouth.

"Actually...we are just passing through Demacia, and will eventually return to the Rocklund Plain by boat on the west coast."

"Are you still arguing? It's a pity that your face betrayed you. The snow in the Freljord is not as white as your face, but your lips are harder than the walls of the Immortal Fortress. It seems that I have to find some equipment."

"You, what are you going to do!?"

The harsh voice didn't have any effect.

Taking the burning resin torch from the wall, Margaret personally ignited the torch on the other side. The fire light illuminated the dark dungeon, but it did not bring any sense of security to Garfield, but made Garfield's bladder twitch. Loose, dripping yellow liquid dripped from the trouser legs.

A foul smell spread from the dungeon, but Margaret kept her face unchanged and just spoke in a cold voice.

"Oh, your courage is not half as strong as your mouth."

The second torch illuminated the table of torture tools in the dark. All kinds of hideous torture tools were neatly placed on the table. Even the stone brick walls were covered with hooks and iron chains. The bloodstains on the bed gave off a terrifying atmosphere under the dim firelight.

Picking up a thin iron spike more than ten centimeters long from the torture table, Margaret walked up to Garfield expressionlessly, and pinched the middle-aged man's thumb.

"I thought, I should talk to you in another way... let's start here."

"Wow! Don't! Don't! Lady Margaret! I say! I say everything!"

Seeing that the iron thorn was about to dig into his nails, Garfield collapsed.

Putting down the iron spike, and nodding to the silent recording officer in the dark, Margaret said calmly.

"Speak, I don't ask you anything, you can say what you want to say, remember, I only give you one chance to speak, if what you say doesn't satisfy me, I will use the shroud Cloth gags your mouth, and first tests how strong your willpower is on you."

With a mournful face, Garfield spoke slowly.

"We are the Kursala people living in the Rocklund Plains, and we have lived by herding since we were young.

Half a month ago, a merchant ship from Shurima to Demacia passed through Locklund. There were many Demacia merchants on board.

They brought fresh fruit, spices, and fine weapons to the coastal city of Belgun in Shurima, and from Belgun they brought Shurima's mammoth wool, jewelry, and wandering healthy population,

They parked the boat in the harbor of Locklund and exchanged a lot of domesticated livestock with our tribe, and we also got some good mammoth wool, but unfortunately all the wool was taken by the elders and patriarchs..."

Taking a careful look at the terrifying woman, Garfield didn't dare to hesitate, for fear that the woman would pull out a shroud from behind and stuff it into his mouth.

"On the merchant ship, a big Demacia businessman named Van der said that if an experienced animal trainer can go to Demacia, as long as his name is reported, he can get good treatment and become a Demacia. Marcia's guest,

After they left, I gathered a few companions who also had experience in taming animals, formed a caravan, successfully crossed the Valzhu Mountains, and walked the Noxus border in the name of a trade group, eating beef jerky and singing Ballad, just like this across the Valoran Plains...

Then, then I came here, and when I fell asleep, I was arrested by you for no reason, and I didn't even know where I was..."

After hesitating for a while, finding that Margaret was still looking cold, Garfield could only bite the bullet and continue.

"We have a lot of livestock over there, most of which are tame. There are sheep, goats, wild boars, some spotted cows, and some gray pigeons for messengers. Gray pigeons are very useful, and It's delicious, but it's hard to domesticate. If you eat one, you will be beaten by the patriarch...

Well, I don't have a wife, and I don't have kids, but maybe soon,

The patriarch of Kulsala has three wives and two children. His name is Mykhard, and the elder’s name is Polis. He has two wives and one child. The child belongs to the eldest wife.

The second wife, Stana, hadn't given birth yet. She felt that if she had no children, she would be bullied by Polis's eldest wife. She found me one night and said she wanted to try it with me... I tried it with her, and now There is no result yet, but Stana's belly might grow bigger this time when she goes back..."

"Didn't that Demacia businessman named Vander tell you that he asked you to go to Demacia to domesticate any animals?"

Hearing that Margaret took the initiative to ask himself a question, Garfield heaved a sigh of relief, and his face looked a lot better.

"He didn't say it, but I've heard other Demacians say that there are dragon birds and bipedal dragons in the Urus Mountains in the north of Demacia. I don't think the Demacians are crazy enough to want to surrender. If you domesticate the terrifying wyvern, then it can only be a dragon bird.

For those big birds that can fly, we also have some reliable ideas, and this is the motivation to go to Demacia to fight hard...

My lord, this is just my guess, and I cannot guarantee it is true. "