League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Walking into a tavern outside the port, Lester and Soraka found a seat by the window and sat down. Soon, a young man in a short jacket trotted up to the two of them, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes pleasing to the eye. After glancing at the two of them, he smiled at Lester.

"What do the two guests want to have?"

"What delicious food do you have here?"

"A batch of deep-sea ice fish from the north just happened to come, and the secret prawns in our tavern are also very popular."

"One each... Soraka, what do you want to eat?"

Seeing the man suddenly questioning herself, Soraka opened her mouth, and swallowed the 'black bread' that she had already gotten used to.

"Lester, I will eat whatever you eat."

Looking back at the receptionist, Lester smiled slightly.

"Is there any rice here?"

"Yes, they are all locally produced rice. Would you like a portion? There are three types: large, medium, and small..."

"One large serving is enough, and another bottle of Noxus red wine."

"Sorry for the guests, the red wine is only from Demacia."

"Then take Demacia's, and the cup is ready."

"Okay~ The dishes will be ready soon~"

Keeping the guest's menu in mind, the host hurriedly left to report to the kitchen. Looking back, Lester noticed that Soraka was a little uncomfortable.

"What's the matter? Is there something uncomfortable? It's next to the window, and the air should be the best."

The man guessed that the woman might hate being around a bunch of shirtless men with body odor.

"Or I'll ask if there is a single room? It's too noisy here."

Soraka shook his head, with three points of embarrassment, two points of shyness and five points of expectation on his face.

"It's the first time for me to eat such a good thing. I don't know what to do. I haven't eaten prawns yet, so I don't know how to eat it."

"So that's how it is."

Seeing the woman lower her head in embarrassment, the man heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time decided to wait for the waiter to come and add some rare dishes. When he was in Enkstown, he really had no money and was worried about Lissandra. Most people would find him, so they didn't stay for long. During the journey to the south, they really saved a fortune, and they were much better off financially.

"You don't need to be particular about eating, just eat whatever is convenient for you. If you don't know how, I will teach you. Don't worry about any problems."

"Um."

Soraka nodded reassuringly, and sat on the clumsy wooden chair holding the staff.

"I'm going to inquire about the situation, and you are waiting here for the food."

"good!"

Standing up from the chair, Lester walked towards the counter slowly, distinguishing the sounds of conversation nearby.

"I heard that Winter's Claw suffered a terrible defeat this time. Warmother Mabel killed several beloved wives. Guys, this makes me have to reconsider whether I should conquer Warmother Mabel..."

"Come on buddy, what other specialties do you have besides that one? Mabel's mother's wife is not something you can just want to be..."

"Drink and drink again ~ hiccup ~ let me tell you a secret, please don't tell others, there seems to be a lot of big things happening in the Frostguard Fortress recently, my aunt is the frost guard, she said the frost queen killed A large number of Iceborn warlocks gathered, it is said that an old Iceborn betrayed the Queen, now everyone in the Frostguard Fortress is in danger, no one knows what the enraged Queen will do, Hululu~hululu~..."

"Hello? That's it? Hey, this Ah Wei is not good enough, let's keep drinking..."

Lester frowned and looked at the drunkard who was lying on the table and fell asleep, dismissed the question, and continued to move forward.

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and three barbarians with fierce appearance walked into the tavern carelessly.

"Speaking of which, the Randall Raiders and Atley War Gang are going to go south again? Brothers, are you interested in crossing the Urus Mountains to grab votes from the southerners? The Demacia that Miser Bruce robbed Women are too expensive, and I want a silver coin at a time. I think Bruce is looking for money. Instead of playing with other junk, it’s better to grab one by yourself. Demacian women with thin skin and tender flesh are most suitable for warming the bed. It's..."

"What's the hurry? There are still two months to prepare. Do you think those southerners are really cattle and sheep? Don't go over the mountains and never come back. Besides, I seem to have heard that this There are people from Mabel Warmother among the forces that are going south this time. If Winter's Claw chooses to take action, the Iceborne Warlock will definitely take action at that time. That is a good time to fish in troubled waters. Let's rush into the village of the southerners The woman will run back, she must not be greedy for too much, her life is the most important thing..."

Most of the messy news has very low credibility, and most of it is bragging. Barbarians who lack spiritual entertainment and civilized etiquette gather together. Apart from the yellow waste in their heads, they are looking forward to burning, killing, and looting. Lester came to the counter and ordered a few more dishes, and the noise behind him seemed to be much quieter.

The man turned his head to take a look, silently hid the 13-centimeter single-edged cheese knife on the counter behind him, and walked in the direction he came from.

Three braided men with big arms and round waists and one-handed axes around their waists surrounded Soraka, and the leading man had an evil smile on his face.

"Purple-skinned mage chick, don't you feel lonely? Go have a drink or two with your buddies? I've seen a lot of normal people. I've never experienced a chick as beautiful as you. I'll just like you hehe~ "

"Please leave here! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"You're welcome? I like women who are not polite~ this way they have a taste~"

Soraka, who was being chased and intercepted by the three, stuck to the wall, using his staff to block the barbarian's restless hands.

The back of his hand hit the staff with red marks, the big guy in the lead was not annoyed, instead he winked at his subordinates with more interest, smiled knowingly, and his subordinates directly grabbed the staff, while the other tried to hug him Soraka, the tavern was completely quiet, no one wanted to stand out, but quite a few people were holding their wine glasses with great interest and preparing to watch the show.

"Hey, look here."

"Are you courting death!?"

The shoulder was patted by the person behind him, and the big man turned his head unhappily, but what he saw was that the tip of the knife condensed into a point was aimed straight at his eyes, getting closer and closer, and came out of the eyelids in the blink of an eye.

"Pfft."

The moment the pupils dilated, the big man had no time to react, the knife pierced the lens, penetrated deeply into the eye socket and straight into the brain ventricle, the man holding the knife smiled faintly, and vigorously rotated the handle of the knife.

The spectators watching the theater could no longer maintain a calm smile. The timid people had already started to tiptoe up and left the tavern. Food, thinking about whether he should leave with the food.

Consumption here is not cheap.

With a "plop", the big man's body fell heavily on the ground. The other two barbarians were stunned for a moment, their eyes turned red, and they pulled out the one-handed ax at their waists to make a move. His eyes were full of worry.

Different from the innocence and kindness in the past, this time, she felt boundless anger amidst the man's mood swings.