League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Heidi City, the underground palace in Beicheng District.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of organs and filth echoed in the nasal cavity, and the dizzy feeling of vomiting surged back and forth in the lower abdomen. Even the frightening screams and groans could not be heard, he could only hear The friction sound of a sharp blade being pulled away from a human body.

The darkness and narrowness can no longer give King Mansur any sense of security. He doesn't know why things that were normal have come to this point. Everyone is dead, but he can't die because his daughter is right behind him.

To please the man with an evil face in front of him became the only way King Mansur could think of.

"Look what's good here, a bad old man wearing a ridiculous crown, wearing a dog-like look, a little girl who... looks stupid and likes to pee her pants? I don't seem to be bullying anyone? It's just It's just killing a little bit of people who stand in the way."

Glancing at the little princess who was scared to pee his pants, Lester, who threw away his weapon, picked up the golden crown on King Mansur's head and rubbed his plump bald head. In the middle, Lester began to look at the thing in his hand.

There are three dazzling gemstones inlaid on the crown. The colored stone sandwiched between garnet and green agate seems to be aquamarine, not to mention the size of a thumb, and even the color is flawless light blue. Leicester even The rippling sea and clear sky can be seen in the light of the torch refracted by gemstones.

With a sound of "click", under the dull eyes of King Mansur, Lester tore open the hollow gold bar, buckled the aquamarine directly, put it in the trouser pocket he picked up casually, and put the broken gold bar The crown was returned to King Mansur's head.

It is worth mentioning that, as of now, Leicester is still shirtless.

"The others are rubbish. This one is not bad, so I will accept it. This...Your Majesty the king, before going down to accompany your people to continue to be the king, why don't you make a final self-introduction? By the way, you didn't teach you Doesn’t your daughter want to pee her pants? It’s impolite for people meeting for the first time, and it smells bad.”

For Leicester, who had a "reasonable funeral", King Mansur stood up and tried his best to make his smile the most humble.

"Lord Leicester, you should sit here."

When Lester, who was sitting on the main seat, looked a little calmer, King Mansur pulled his daughter and knelt down on the ground at the same time, and continued cautiously.

"My daughter and I are being rude, please allow me to introduce you, my name is Grantham Mansour, she is my only daughter and Heidi's princess Stella Mansour, please Forgive my daughter's rudeness, she has never seen a strong man like you, so she was subdued by your majesty and made a rude move."

"It's a good attitude to admit your mistakes. It seems that you really love your daughter very much."

The man on the high seat crossed his legs boredly, looking absent-minded, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Unsure of Lester's temperament, King Mansur gritted his teeth and decided to tell the truth.

"Yes, Lord Leicester, I'm over half a century old, and I only have this precious daughter, and I will give everything for her, so... I have a humble request..."

"Hey, do you want me to let this little girl go? Personally, I have no interest in bullying little girls."

King Mansur kowtowed his head to the ground, while Stella on the side watched in a daze as her once proud father bent down for him, letting go of all dignity. The princess's eyes soon filled with tears, and she was originally upright. Ken's bent back also softened a lot, and he also knocked his head on the ground.

"Yes, Lord Leicester, I am willing to exchange my life for Stella's. You have seized all the land in the North Sea, Heidi has become history, and Stella is no longer a princess... If you can If so, you can spare Stella and let her do anything, just spare her life."

"Grantham, let me ask you, are you willing to die for this city and those who want to protect you, but it's a little unreasonable for you two not to die?"

King Mansur froze for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Lester smiled, with a hint of coldness on his face.

"Look, you can't find a reason to live, so..."

"Lord Leicester! I never forced them! They voluntarily died for Heidi, and they didn't fight for me and Stella! They fought for power! For status! For the status of nobility !"

"Oh? You mean, they are fighting for themselves, not to protect you?"

"That's right! Stella and I have never owed Heidi's nobles. I have given them glory and wealth. They will naturally dedicate themselves to Heidi. We owe each other nothing."

After pondering for a while, Lester suddenly looked at Stella, who was bending over the ground in silence.

"Princess Stella, who likes to pee her pants, do you think so too? Don't be afraid, I just want to hear the truth."

As if being stared at by the god of death, Stella's body began to tremble. The little princess forcibly suppressed the fear in her heart, and followed her father's words.

"Yes, Lord Lester, I...I think...I think Dad is right, it's just...just..."

For some reason, Stella suddenly thought of Vernes who had been taking care of her.

Just before the man came in, Vernes rushed out leading the last guards and soldiers, and then...

He never came back, presumably dead.

What are they fighting for?

Is it purely for status and wealth, or for myself and my father?

Compared with the former, Stella is more inclined to the latter.

King Mansur looked at his daughter anxiously, and was about to remind her, but was interrupted by Lester's cold eyes.

"Just what? Look at me, my little princess, I want to be honest."

Lester squinted his eyes, and Stella trembled even more, and she didn't notice her father's hint.

"It's just...they are only willing to pick up weapons in their hands for the wealth and status that their father gave them. The loyalty they say is only for their family and themselves..."

As soon as Stella spoke, King Mansur lowered his head, his face ashen.

The life he fought for his daughter,

Gone.

"Hahaha, did you hear that? Your loyalty is not worth mentioning at all."

Lester laughed and left the secret room, walked in with the woman tied to death on his shoulders, and threw it on the ground like trash, causing a starry sky to appear in front of Vernes' eyes.

However, compared with the grief in my heart, the physical pain is not worth mentioning.

After cutting the rope on the female guard, Lester returned to the high seat with a sneer on his face.

"Why are you... no... Sister Vernes... no..."

Facing Stella's disintegrated gaze, Vernes got up from the ground, took off the cloth ball that blocked her mouth, and looked sad.

"Stella, so in your eyes, I have always been this kind of person..."

"Sister Vernes...I...I..."

However, Vernes stopped looking at Stella, and gave an empty glance at King Mansur who was bent over and motionless on the ground. The woman turned around and came to Lester, prostrate on the ground.

"Impressed?"

"Submit it, from today onwards, you are my only master."

"Then... kill them and commit suicide."

"clear."