League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"The ship came and stopped on the shore. I'm sure that there is a white cloth tied to the bow of the ship. The waterline is very shallow and there should not be much cargo."

"good, very good."

No longer looking at the spies, the woman with the scar face turned around and said respectfully to the man in the hood.

"Master Grace, I will trouble you next time. Please rest assured that you will not lose any of the rewards you should have. This is the promise of Warmother Mabel."

"Well, lead the way."

The old voice of the Iceborn Warlock reminded Scar Girl of the night owl's cry that she heard on a moonless night when she was a child. It was sharp and evil, and Scar Girl shuddered uncontrollably, as the rumor emerged in her mind.

Legend has it that the Iceborn sorceress in front of me is an immortal old monster who prolongs her life by sucking the blood of a beautiful girl. While promoting and implementing the will of the Frost Queen Lissandra, she often takes private jobs to collect some Noxus and pass them on. These gold coins with portraits printed on them are extremely rare, and this is also an important bargaining chip in this secret transaction.

I don't know if it's true or not, but it's better to stay away from it.

If you don't dare to deal with a witch, you can handle an old fisherman without any problem.

"Old Hodge, go and lead the way for Lord Grace. If something goes wrong, I think you should know the consequences."

The old boatman nodded, bowed deeply and saluted the two of them one after another, and then respectfully to Grace.

"Please follow me, Master Mage."

Walking in front of the Iceborne Warlock, Old Hodge's body became much stiffer. The trembling old man could only speed up his pace, lest the evil witch would take away his soul.

A character that even Scar Girl is afraid of is definitely not a character he can neglect.

The reward for Winter's Claw is good, but you have to die to get it.

The two arrived at the coast one after the other, and the solid boat ropes were tied to the wooden stakes to fix the boat, rippling with the waves.

"My lord, they are on board."

Old Hodge stooped again, and carefully pointed to the boat on the sea. The hooded Iceborn Warlock nodded and walked towards the boat, which made Old Hodge heave a sigh of relief.

In the cabin, Soraka, who was sleeping next to the man, sensed the hostility, lifted the blanket and sat up from the man's embrace, the Unicorn rubbed his eyes, and touched his crescent staff.

There was no need for Soraka to remind him. When Soraka made a move, Lester had already opened his eyes, sat up quietly and began to put on the simple armor. The iron-inlaid leather armor was useless and inferior to armor. Be strong.

"I'll go and have a look, be careful."

"Well, you have to be careful."

Nodding to the worried Soraka, Lester walked out of the cabin with the cold iron spear in his hand. The boatman had already fallen on the bow of the boat. An uninvited guest in a hood and dressed as a mage was standing there. Looking at himself quietly, his body seemed to be trembling.

Lester frowned, but he clasped the spear with his right hand, ready to kill the tracker with one blow. He didn't know how many enemies there were, so he couldn't hold back any of them.

"Lissandra's people? I didn't expect to be found by you."

"Lester... yes, you?"

To Lester's surprise, the female mage did not launch an attack, but took off her hood, revealing a dry and old face.

This is a confused old woman, with sunken eye sockets and age spots covered with dry and wrinkled skin, like the peel of an orange that has been exposed to the sun for ten days, no different from the old witch who shared the poisoned apple in the legend.

He didn't relax his vigilance, and Lester didn't launch an attack either. The old man in front of him gave him a familiar feeling, which made him a little uncertain who it was.

Strangely, the other party seemed to be unsure of his identity.

"You seem to know me? Didn't you come to arrest me under Lissandra's order?"

The old woman did not answer Lester's question, but tremblingly took out a money bag from her bosom, poured out a gold coin from the money bag,

One side of the gold coin is engraved with the outline of a city, while the other side is a human face outlined with simple lines, depicting the charm of a man with just a few strokes.

There are very few such gold coins, and the gold coins circulated after the emerald collar have been changed into cold magic steel masks.

After comparing the two, the old woman who was holding the gold coin tightly took a deep breath, her eyes were fixed on her withered hands, the old woman took a step back, then took a second step, and put on her hood again Turn around and run away.

At the moment of turning around, the moon poked out its head from the cloud, illuminating this small world, and the back of the little old woman and a lovely girl deep in memory overlapped together.

That back figure used to accompany me when I was the loneliest and most helpless, perhaps with a little hope...

"You know me, right?"

Lester put down his spear, ran and jumped off the boat, stopped the old woman on the shore, and asked in a trembling voice.

"You...you are... Grace, you are Grace, right? Grace, Grace, is that you?"

Smiling bitterly, the old woman nodded.

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect you to remember..."

The words came to an abrupt end, and the old woman stared blankly at the young man who was hugging her tightly, her expression was a little dazed, the money bag in her hand fell, and the face gold coins on the emerald collar were scattered all over the ground, scattered in the moonlight. The soft golden light is all her hard work in more than 200 years, and it is also her expectation for her future.

She once imagined that when the man was released by the Frost Witch, she would come to her, give herself a warm and free hug, or pet her head pamperingly, let herself pet her head, and go to the tavern to eat together delicious food.

But the man who entered the ice palace never came out again, without a trace, as if the world had evaporated.

Her little wish was shattered.

She asked the Frost Witch, but the witch answered that the man had given up the power to attract the void and left the Freljord alone. The next hall of nine seems to confirm what the witch said. For a long time, none of the watchmen would be affected by the void and get lost in the Hall of the Nine. Everyone believed that the factor that caused the shock of the void had been erased by the lord witch.

She believed it, but she was also disappointed. She exchanged her achievement of finding and bringing Leicester back to the Frost Witch for her freedom. The Witch agreed to her request and gave her her freedom.

After leaving the Frostguard Fortress, she bid farewell to Catherine. Knowing that Church had left the fortress ahead of time, she gave up the idea of ​​saying goodbye to Grandpa Church. The person she was looking for, she began to wander in Valoran, longing for the day when they could meet again.

one day, two days,

one year, two years,

Ten years, twenty years, fifty years, one hundred years...

The icy blood and extreme magical power gave her a long lifespan, and this wealth is not endless.

She couldn't find anything but disappointment, she gave up, she returned to the Freljord, she returned to Lissandra, and chose to express her grief in another way, using all her savings and wealth to collect stamps The gold coins with a man's face, these gold coins entrusted her thoughts and emotions all her life, but at this moment, the gold coins were scattered all over the ground.

She saw the unattainable man again and got the hug she dreamed of, but she had turned into an ugly old woman with a disgusting appearance.

She would rather continue to live numbly in this world with nothing, and she would not want her ugliness to be seen by men.

"let me go."

Grace opened her mouth, and a sharp and hoarse voice came from her ears. She resisted and pushed the man who hugged her, as if resisting herself.

"You let me go, me."

"I'm sorry... Lissandra locked me up, I'm sorry... I didn't escape earlier... Grace, why are you so stupid? Why did you choose me? I don't deserve you..."

The man was sobbing, he hugged the old woman tightly, crying like a wronged child.

The old woman was stunned, her eyes became a bit cloudy, and finally raised her skeletal arm and patted the man's back.

Just like when the man was still bound by the tendon rope, she hugged him and smiled bitterly.

"Maybe it's because, after meeting you, I can't see other people anymore."