League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Holding a two-meter-three fine cold iron spear in his hand, Lester, who only wore light leather armor, jumped off his horse and walked towards the Behemoth Behemoth against the defeated Avarosa warriors. Sola, who was healing the wounded behind the army formation, Ka glanced at the man worriedly, and was soon attracted by the wails one after another. At this moment, she could only silently pray in her heart that the man would come back safely.

"Boom! Boom!"

There were two more bombardments, and the Behemoth on the left wing was completely frozen into ice by the magic energy, and shattered into blood-red pieces of meat under the strong pressure, while the Behemoth on the right was crushed by Ava Rosa's ice-born mage blocked it, leaving only a behemoth behemoth that lost its owner and destroyed all life in a rage. The behemoth that killed all living people soon saw the approaching beast Humans rushed over with a roar.

Rolling dangerously and dangerously, Lester avoided the trampling route of the behemoth behemoth and laughed.

"Beast! Do you know that you are as stupid as your master, and you can only die humblely in powerless anger."

"Roar!"

The man responded with a foul-smelling roar. This time, the behemoth deliberately slowed down, raised its right paw to the man, and slapped the man from top to bottom, trying to turn the man into a lump of flesh.

Another one dodged and avoided the slap, and the angry giant claws hit the ground and printed a big handprint. Lester stabbed the back of the palm that was close at hand, and the sharp cold iron spear pierced a small blood hole. The Behemoth had to withdraw its right claw and use its left claw to launch a sweeping attack.

The unavoidable Leicester lay down on the ground, the strong wind that rips the air blew in front of him, the giant beast's attack missed again, his body was a little unstable due to excessive force, and three useless full-strength attacks finally The giant beast that was carrying a pile of ice sea urchins began to get tired and staggered. The giant beast lowered its head and tried to recover its strength with a gasp.

Naturally, he would not miss such an opportunity. Lester got up and shot the giant beast's chin. The soft chin was pierced by the spear, and bright red blood splashed out from the breach, spraying Lester all over. .

The right arm twisted and twisted hard, and the black iron gauntlet slapped hard on the end of the gun,

Before the Behemoth could raise its head to avoid it, with a killing intent, the cold iron spear penetrated into the head of the behemoth like a black dragon, its head organs were strangled by the spear head, and the behemoth struggled weakly twice , fell heavily to the ground,

Until then, for fear of being accidentally injured by the behemoth, only the warriors of Winter's Claw following behind the behemoth belatedly came to Lester, looking at the man who had turned into a blood man with cold hands and feet. The man looked at the dead behemoth again, a little at a loss.

In front of hundreds of Ice Sons, Lester held the blood-stained gun barrel on the Behemoth's chin, and slowly pulled it out inch by inch, making the Ice Son's heartbeat beat along with the blood-dripping gun barrel.

The slippery gun barrel exudes steaming heat in the cold, making the man's bloody face somewhat blurred. He tore a piece of cloth from the dead man casually, and the man with a loose body wiped the scarlet cold iron from the end of the gun barrel to the tip until the gun The tip no longer dripped a string of blood beads, and casually threw a strip of sackcloth that was enough to squeeze blood all over the face of the dead man. The bloody gauntlet had already gripped the cold iron spear again, and was ready to drink blood again.

The man glanced at the hundreds of tribal warriors holding weapons, and began to take steps. Every step would leave a deep bloody footprint on the ground. The calm voice made the hearts of the Winter's Claw warriors present tighten.

"Don't you call yourself the orthodox warriors of the Freljord, sons of the ice?"

"What are you afraid of? Abandon all fear and let us fight like a true warrior,

Either kill me, or be killed by me. "

Flicking the tip of the gun, the man started to quicken his pace, and charged at hundreds of people.

The body of the tall Behemoth lay not far away, and the Ice Sons were completely suppressed by the men's aura from the moment they wiped their guns, but the Winter's Claw warriors who believed in the supremacy of bravery could not accept the cowardly act of turning around and running away. can be forced to fight.

The wolf turned into a sheep, and a tiger that had just finished hunting and was still hungry jumped into the flock.

Just a face-to-face effort, the cold and hard tip of the cold iron spear took the life of an ice child. I witnessed the powerful companions falling to the ground powerlessly. The timid ice children began to retreat, but there were still tribal warriors waving Holding a weapon to challenge the invincible enemy, and then dying powerlessly by the gun.

Apart from the violent panting and roaring, no sound could be heard on the battlefield, only the piercing sound of the gun point piercing the body and tearing the flesh, only the sound of the body falling heavily to the ground,

Except for the initial declaration of war, the surrounded men were like a piece of silent black ice, sending a pair of cold coffins to all challengers.

The fearless Ice Children were finally defeated. They could face all powerful enemies and sacrifice their lives for courage and glory, but they could not accept such an understated fate. They would rather face the terrible bear priest than die again Facing the invincible black gun, he died so humble, so worthless, without honor, as ridiculous as the slaughtered wild boar in the village.

Watching the Ice Sons fled away, the man did not pursue, but just sent the black gun into the heart of the howling tribe warrior, helping the Ice Son out of pain.

The man who retracted his spear turned around, and behind him were the warriors of the Avarosa tribe who were about to step forward to support him. Being watched by the man, the warriors who charged halfway stopped instinctively, lowered their breath, and stood at attention. He lowered his head to avoid the man's gaze, as if doing so would make him safer.

"The behemoth Behemoth is dead, and the rest will be left to you."

The stagnant and oppressive atmosphere lasted until the man opened his mouth, and Leicester, who had missed the tribal warriors, rode back to the main formation, and the warriors of Avarosa began to take a deep breath, and even their thoughts of chasing were much less.

Seeing that there were still a few people chasing forward pretendingly, the female warrior finally calmed down and roared loudly.

"Idiot! Have you already withdrawn without seeing the enemy? What are you chasing after? Do you want to die? Why don't you hurry back!"

The dozen or so dejected soldiers retreated back in embarrassment, but no one found it funny. Everyone's heart was heavy and indescribably depressed.

"If you are half as brave as Lord Leicester! You won't be able to find a husband who loves you. What a useless fellow!"

The cursing female soldier glanced behind her, but she didn't see the man who made her heart beat faster, and her face collapsed.

In a higher position, I witnessed with my own eyes that the 100-year-old Winter's Claw war mother Mabel patted the Juvask wild boar under her crotch, without the slightest pain of defeat. The woman rubbed the pig's back with blurred eyes, It made the wild boar a little uncomfortable with the sudden and unique smell.

"'Silverback', I think I have found the most valuable wife, our children will definitely rule the Freljord, and I will become the greatest battle mother!"