League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The location of the gods, above the star realm, a stream of light streaked across the starry sky and landed in the city of giant gods made of gold, silver and precious stones.

Handing over the Dragon Binding Rope to another protoss, Pantheon, the tired war protoss, landed in his own domain, and the never-ending battle with the void came to an end temporarily, which gave him time to take a little vacation for himself.

In his spare time, what he likes most is to go to Runeterra and hunt down some powerful monsters or mortals. Of course, in order to make the battle more suspenseful, he never uses divine power, kills the enemy, or is killed by the enemy' Kill', that's the joy of His fighting.

It's just that when he returned to the Star Realm this time, Pan Sen found that many protoss were not in the Star Realm, but all the protoss who were there were in a deep sleep state.

Even the Twilight Protoss, who likes to peek at Runeterra on the astral world, was nowhere to be found, which surprised him a bit.

"What happened?"

After wandering around, Pan Sen came to the realm of the Curious Protoss, which is an imaginary space filled with chaotic lightning and thunder. He was too lazy to solve the starry sky puzzles that the Curious Protoss left for others, so Pan Sen threw his sharp gun directly into the Thunderstorm. middle.

Like a blooming chrysanthemum, the stabbed storm begins to rotate in an orderly manner,

When an unfathomable vortex channel appeared in front of him, Pan Sen recalled the sharp gun and stepped into it. When he stepped out again, Pan Sen had already come under a giant tree, and there was a man with his back facing him standing under the tree. Pan Sen knew without thinking that the man behind him was a carrier of the Curious Protoss.

"Panson, you are so irritable. Is there something wrong with O'Learyn?"

Curious Protoss' tone was as calm as ever, but Pan Sen was not in a good mood.

"I think that dragon should suffer more. It always doesn't understand its actual position."

Glancing at Pan Sen amusedly, the man said slowly.

"Panson, if we want to tame a powerful species, we have to be patient. The Star Rose Crown cannot completely control Aurerion, otherwise we wouldn't need to waste so much effort to restrain Aurerion's power."

"Justice, Twilight, Bright Moon and Lieyang are not here, I want to know where they went?"

"The Fierce Sun and the Bright Moon are perfecting the teachings they created on Mount Targon, guiding mortals, while Twilight and Justice are heading to the continent of Valoran, waiting for the birth of the perfect divine body."

"What? A perfect divine body!? How perfect?"

Curious Protoss laughed.

"A protoss vessel that can carry 80% of the power of justice and will not collapse, and will not lose its original will."

Pan Sen was a little shocked when he heard the words,

As a protoss, he who is warlike and eager for crisis can be regarded as the wave of people who change the carrier most frequently. Most mortals can be the carrier of the power of the protoss, but not all mortals are suitable to be the carrier of the protoss , the most perfect one is just to retain part of the original soul and will of the carrier, so that the "rejection reaction" will be less, and the service life will be longer. The worst carrier will become a burden on the protoss, and it is difficult for the protoss to lose part Supplementary source of strength.

In general, it is almost impossible to obtain a body that will not collapse and can be used forever, and can "hang up" from time to time.

It's like it's impossible for a person to only use one car or one cup for a lifetime. If they are used too much, they will always fluff or degumming.

"How did you do it?"

"If you want to ask me this, it will be complicated. Are you sure you want to listen?"

"Speak quickly!"

"Well, your current body can't conceive life, so you have to become a man first and find a rough woman who is very compatible and likes war and violence to marry and give birth to offspring, and leave the seeds of divine power in the belly of the rough woman, Let your descendants be able to accept the transformation of divine power from the very beginning of birth, the degree of which needs to be grasped by oneself, lest the divine power be too strong to kill the life of the vessel, and then find a human with original runes to catalyze the transformation of the divine body through upbringing and intimate contact Further development, at this time you need to kill the rough woman as an opportunity for the growth of the divine body, and let the divine body lose the seven emotions and six desires that belong to mortals..."

The big-headed Pan Sen waved his hands impatiently, his thick braid dangling in front of his chest.

"Enough, enough, enough, I understand, tell me, what do you want? How can I get one for me?"

"Hey, you have to ask justice, because I haven't even obtained a perfect vessel..."

Before he finished speaking, Pan Sen asked anxiously.

"Where is the justice?"

"Probably, in the Nokmochi Plain of the Valoran Continent, there is a faction called the Emerald Territory. By the way, there happens to be an arena there. I think you should be more...interested..."

Watching the impatient Pan Sen leave in a streak of light, the corners of his mouth twitched curiously.

"It's getting more and more interesting~ Lester, prove your worth to me. If I am satisfied, maybe you can survive."

...

Embarking from [Kalamanda] in the northern part of the Shurima continent, Soraka, as a healing wizard, boarded a commercial cargo ship headed for the Emerald Territory [Groft Harbor].

After drifting on the ship for more than two months, Soraka finally set foot on the land of Valoran at the end of late autumn.

Everywhere you look is full of prosperity, with laughter and shouts one after another.

The sailors and porters on the pier were sweating in the sun with satisfied smiles. On the clean and flat lime road, batches of catches and boxed fruits were pulled by large trucks to the warehouse on the pier, waiting to be loaded on ships. goods to Shurima where there is a shortage of fresh fruit and food.

Holding the crescent staff, Soraka covered her cap and stood alone in the crowd of people coming and going. Suddenly, Soraka had expectations for the land under her feet. On top of Shurima and Mount Targon, she Most of what she saw was starvation and death. She had never seen a land as full of vigor and vitality as the Emerald Land, which to some extent showed that the owner of this land was very talented in governance and management.

Destruction is always the easiest thing. How to turn deserts into oases and villages into cities is the most challenging thing.

Soon, Soraka, who was motionless and behaved strangely, was noticed by the Black Iron Guard soldiers on the pier in charge of security. They exchanged glances, and the two Black Iron Guards approached Soraka.

At the same time, Soraka also noticed the two soldiers approaching her, she could be sure that the two simple and confident men in front of her were harmless.

"Guest, I think it's your first time coming to Emerald Collar? You must need some help."

"Aren't you... not afraid of me?"

Soraka hesitated for a moment, but still took off the hood, revealing his purple skin and the tall one horn on his forehead, but the leading soldier smiled and didn't give Soraka any feeling of pressure.

"The moment I joined the Black Iron Guard, the lord has already told us never to judge people by their appearance. In fact, there are many strange guests who come to the Emerald Collar.

The yordles, the vastayas, the Freljord, a big man in the north with hair like a baboon, a black guy like black coal, I even saw a bearded man with purple skin The color of potatoes, a bald mage with tattoos all over his body, I was sure that guy was a good guy with just one glance, because I only said ten words to him, and that guy said eight thanks to me...

Emerald collar will never disappoint law-abiding kind people, guest, your appearance is not worth paying attention to. "