League of Legends Millennium Warlord

After confirming that the injury on Lester's calf was indeed improving at a speed visible to the naked eye, Soraka completely gave up the idea of ​​treating the man.

Before it was completely dark, Soraka witnessed the limping man set up a fire in the cave, skewered the processed and clean snow venison with dry wood branches, and went out to find dry firewood in the wind and snow. When grilling venison, the man did it all by himself. He lowered his head and secretly compared it. Soraka found that the man's ability to survive in the wild was actually much stronger than his own.

Handing the grilled meat skewers to Soraka who was holding his legs and bowing his head, Lester patted the fur rucksack that was thrown on the ground, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"These beasts ate quite a few people. Judging from the remains, there are at least five of them. I searched the cave just now and found a lot of useful good things. Maybe we can use them on the way... let's eat them." , It tastes good when it’s hot, but it’s not good when it’s cold.”

Soraka raised his head and tried to hold the wooden branch with his clumsy hands. After two attempts, he failed, and the man directly handed the piece of meat from the wooden branch to his mouth.

The woman looked at the man, but the man smiled slightly.

"Don't companions just want to help each other? How about a taste? The fire should be okay."

Opening his mouth to bite the venison piece at the outermost end of the wooden branch, Soraka tried hard to get used to the strange feeling he had never had before.

She doesn't seem to resent the feeling of being cared for.

"Poor deer, it is still contributing to other lives after death. If possible, I really hope that the deer can live happily... Really fragrant, Lester, you seem to have done such a thing many times , even I can't cook as well as you, such as roasting meat so delicious."

"If you have experienced a lot of difficulties, you will naturally understand how to face them. It's just practice makes perfect."

While Soraka was chewing the large piece of meat with his puffed cheeks, Lester also took a bite. The fat of the venison was perfectly roasted by the flames, and it had enough fragrance without any seasoning.

Leicester is quite satisfied with the workmanship this time.

"Is this related to another part of your life? I apologize if my question made you feel embarrassed."

"It seems that your protoss companion understands my origin and told you these things. In this case, there is no need to hide it, but I hope you can keep my secret and don't tell others. After all You also know that my protoss friends and I are hostile, right, can you sense your protoss friends now? I mean, am I being watched by them?"

"No, in fact, they all have their own things to do, and they rarely stare at a mortal for a long time..."

"That's good."

Seeing Soraka shaking his head solemnly, Lester recounted the events of his previous life.

In today's predicament with almost nothing, only Soraka can let Lester relieve his depressed emotions and find a sense of identity with Runeterra.

"Before I came to this world, I was a professional killer and was employed by an organization. It was a world completely different from Runeterra, without any magic and gods, but with powerful technological power, relying on the laws of physics, humans You can swim proudly above the sky, you can explore in the deep sea, and you can turn the earth into barren land in the explosion...

When I was young, I lived in the base of the organization. The organization taught me to survive, taught me various skills, and taught me how to kill efficiently and stealthily. My instructor said that I inherited the masculinity and strength of my Chinese father. The tenderness of the Russian mother, and my first mission was completed in a city built on the ice and snow, which is called 'Russia' by other countries..."

In addition to the League of Legends game, Lester told many stories from his previous life. The man patiently explained the terms that the woman could not understand, while the woman was obsessed with the other world that the man said, horrified. everything in the world.

Unknowingly, the night was getting dark, only the fire was still lit, which was no longer bright, and it made a 'crackling' sound from time to time.

Soraka, who was used to falling asleep at night, had already fallen asleep exhaustedly. The woman's head rested on Lester's shoulder with a peaceful expression on her face, as if she had forgotten that she was on the dangerous Freljord ice sheet.

"If you can always rely on others to enjoy comfort and happiness, who would like to stand in the majestic wind and rain and move forward alone? Although you are a protoss, you have the purest and cleanest heart. You protect other people , who can protect you forever..."

The man who kept his body still carefully took out a rusted Demacian long sword found in the cave from the package. The man held the hilt and looked towards the entrance of the cave not far away, as if danger would appear there at any time.

"At least let me do something for you before you leave."

Under the man's watch, the night passed and the wind and snow subsided.

It was just dawn, and Soraka opened his dim eyes, but what he saw was Leicester who was grilling. The woman got up from the blanket on the ground, and she found no trace of the man sleeping.

Lester smiled a little embarrassedly.

"No way, I can't find other food for the time being, so I can only make do with roast venison again."

"You are already amazing to be able to get food in this situation, and if you do it so well, you won't get tired of it even if you eat it a few times."

Soraka returned a gentle smile. Seeing the man handing over the meat skewer, the woman was about to catch it with her healed hand, but for some reason, after trying twice, her healed hands still couldn’t hold the skewer firmly. Blocks of wooden branches.

Sure enough, in the next second, the piece of meat was fed to his mouth by the man.

Soraka opened his mouth and bit it lightly, but Lester started rambling.

"My leg injury is healed, but your hand is still not healed, which means that your recovery ability is not as good as mine, so in the future, you must be obedient and obedient. I will go first when I encounter danger, and you will take action when I can't hold on. You The magic is our last choice, understand? The most powerful people are the last to make the move, just leave it to me."

"Well, it's delicious."

The woman with puffed cheeks like a hamster is trying to express her love for roasted venison.

"As long as you like it."

Lester sighed, wondering if Soraka had listened.

After breakfast, Lester put the polished Demacian sword on his waist, picked up Soraka's crescent staff, and carried his luggage.

The two walked side by side and embarked on a new journey again. On the snow, the two rows of footprints were close together, stretching to the distance of the horizon.