League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"You shouldn't bully her."

Holding the bloody knife stained with broken flesh, the man's expression was not angry, only serious and serious, but the two savages tensed in the center of their flat tone, the impulse of revenge was suppressed by the inexplicable threat.

"There are so many bastard gods in this world, she is the only one who treats you as children, the only one who takes care of you ungrateful bastards, and loves you wholeheartedly. She suffers so much for you, just to be able to Save more humans, but you are always hurting her, always hurting her."

The man took a step forward and approached the two savages. The two savages took two steps back and directly stuck to the wall.

"This is the first time she has a big meal. Before that, she has been eating the cheapest things and the hardest black bread. She did this only to give the coins obtained from healing others to poor humans. She would rather suffer herself than watch humans suffer, and what have you brought her?"

Soraka lowered her head with a complicated expression.

In thousands of years, this is the first time someone has stood up for her.

Being cornered, the short barbarian on the left began to refute the accusation loudly.

"Stop talking nonsense! We just said a few words to this woman and you killed Mark Boss directly, boy, no matter who you are, no matter what you say is true or not, you are dead. The purple-skinned woman you call 'god', you say she is a god? Don't be kidding! So many people in the Freljord freeze to death and starve to death every day, where is she? Do you know [Life Burial]? Just now Babies born were buried in the snow by their parents because they couldn’t afford more mouths to eat! Only one could be raised! So the second and third must die!”

"You say she is a god, you say she treats us like children, so why doesn't she change everything in the Freljord? Who wants to live in the cold and barren land all day long? Why are people in the Southern Continent born with Food and clothing, we are born to fight the sky and the earth? She can't do anything! I've never even seen her! What kind of god is this? She doesn't even have one in my opinion Prostitutes are useful! Prostitutes can also help us vent our anger!"

Hearing his own evaluation from the human mouth, Soraka lowered his head blankly, and couldn't even hold the staff tightly. On the other hand, Lester's voice completely cooled down, and the man directly threw the knife on the ground, Picked up the long gun leaning against the table.

"Do you think you were born in the Freljord because others owe you? Do you think there is heaven outside the Freljord? The black mage chased and killed thousands of miles, and was forced to establish a country on the west coast of Demacia, rebelling against the warlords Uzul, overthrew the tyranny and occupied Noxus on the east coast of the Immortal Fortress. It has been a thousand years since the country was destroyed, but it is still Shurima where sand bandits and robbers are rampant. Who has not suffered all kinds of hardships, which tribe has not stubbornly survived in this place? Living hard in the world?

It's the climate of the Freljord that hurts you, the gods of the Freljord who don't do anything, the tribes fighting each other, isn't she? "

"Even if she doesn't have enough power to change the Freljord, at least she didn't hurt the Freljord, what about you? What are you doing? You are doing it for the Freljord, for your dissatisfaction what efforts?

You don't pick up a hoe to transform the harsh environment of the Freljord, you don't pick up weapons to fight against the evil gods of the Freljord, you don't pick up a banner to quell the war in the Freljord, but you Using such a ridiculous excuse to bully someone who has never hurt you, and to vent your anger on the weaker ones, I am ashamed to justify my incompetence and cowardice here!

You even say she is not as good as a whore? "

Witnessing the price Soraka has paid along the way, at this moment, only blood can calm the anger and tyranny in the man's heart.

With a thrust out, Rulong Hantie bit into the chest of the barbarian who didn't know how to defend himself, drew the gun away from him, and brought out a bunch of blood flowers.

With a flick of the gun tip, he was about to stab another person. Once he shot, Lester was not prepared to give the enemy any chance of survival.

"Ahhh!!!"

The other barbarian directly threw the one-handed ax in his hand, and the one-handed ax spun and flew towards Lester's head, but was blocked by the returned gun and flew to the side. Now people couldn't sit still anymore, and stood up in a panic Fleeing out the door, the flying ax directly slashed on the table amidst the whistling sound, shaking the food and tableware on the table to the side, and the ax pierced the wood with three points.

Taking advantage of Lester's gap to block the throwing axe, the third barbarian drew out a narrow-headed sharp knife and pressed it against Soraka's neck, controlling the woman from behind with his arm.

"Drop your weapon! Or I'll kill her!"

What Leicester was most worried about happened. The barbarian was too close to the distraught Soraka, so close that he had no way to prevent it from happening.

While the man was hesitating, the sharp knife in the barbarian's hand cut across the delicate skin, drawing a thin line of blood on the side of his neck. Soraka lowered his head and did not resist. The blood beads slipped from his neck, stained red A rustic cotton top.

"Don't make me say it a second time! Next time I'll stick a knife in and bring your goddess back to the underworld!"

Taking a deep breath, Lester pointed the gun point down, and firmly stuck the spear on the solid wood floor.

"I'll do as you say, don't hurt her."

After Lester compromised, Manzi grinned, revealing his dark yellow front teeth, and his bloodshot eyes were bloodshot.

"You keep saying that this woman is the only god who likes humans. I don't believe it. How can there be such a weak god in this world? If she is really a god, I'm afraid I would have died long ago.

But you directly killed my two brothers in order to stand out for this woman. I can see that you are very angry and care about her. At this point, I believe that you must love this woman very much. I have to say, your The taste is really unique, even this kind of ugly woman who is purple and has horns can see it. "

As if aware of something, the kidnapped woman raised her eyes, her dark eyes rested on the man who was close at hand, and she shook her head slightly.

But the man stared at the barbarian as if he didn't see the woman's hint.

"You're still alive just because she doesn't want to hurt humans."

"Hehe, so I have to be grateful? Thank you, my goddess, thank you for not killing me~"

Manzi smiled viciously and said sarcastically.

"Look, I've already paid respect to your goddess, it's up to you, what can you do for your goddess? Don't you want to protect her? Prove it to me, and you don't need anything else, just go on the ground The knife that stabbed my brother to death, pick it up, and let me see how deep your love for her is."

Pulling the cheese knife from the floor, Lester lowered his eyes to avoid Soraka's bewildered and anxious gaze, and the man took off his shirt.

Manzi licked his lips and praised.

"What a beautiful body. It is most suitable for use as a canvas. In the Freljord, every scar is a testimony of bravery and glory. No matter how strong a woman is, she will surrender under the scars all over her body. I miss your goddess. I will definitely be touched by you, do it, use your knife to write your path to glory, and prove to me what step you can do for this ugly woman."

"Don't do this, Lester, please, put down the knife in your hand, I... I can't die."

"I can't die."

The man finally raised his head and looked at the woman tenderly.

"But it will definitely hurt, it hurts, it hurts."

The knife stably slashed across his left arm, a five centimeter long knife edge was pulled away, the blood line became blood beads, merged into a small stream and flowed on the floor, the barbarian's pupils shrank, and Soraka began to struggle with tears streaming down his face.

Witnessing the terrifying scene in front of them, the spectators in the tavern who hadn't completely left could not help but shudder. This man felt no pain at all like cutting someone else up, but no one would be really stupid enough to think that the man was unconscious.

The second knife mark appeared next to the first knife mark, and Lester's voice was always gentle.

"I know you don't want to hurt any life, you want to respect all human beings, you want to protect the wounded, Soraka, I understand you, but I also want you to know that not everyone is worth everything to love, there are Sometimes, your love for others will hurt the one who really loves you."

The third cut was no longer a cut, and the knife was stabbed straight down with the knife in the backhand. The tip of the knife pierced the left arm directly. A smell of urine came from not far away, but someone peed on his pants.

"Don't do this... I don't deserve you to do this..."

His eyes never moved away from Lester, seeing the man's will, Manzi's heart was cold and he was at a loss.

The fourth knife came to the chest, and it was pulled obliquely from the left chest to the right rib, and the blood had already flowed to the woman's feet.

Soraka began to struggle violently, and the teary-eyed woman heard the man's weak voice.

"There will always be a day when we part. I only hope that at that time, you can learn to protect yourself better."

"enough!!!"

The fifth knife was aimed at the abdomen, and the tip of the knife was about to fall inward. A light green astral magic full of healing power broke through the tiled roof of the tavern and landed on the man. Another light yellow beam of magic light shot out. Facing Manzi, he suddenly gained too much vitality, and Manzi's body began to swell, bursting and shattering all over the ground.

"Enough...you've done enough..."

"You killed someone, Soraka..."

Held in the arms of a woman, the pale Lester's voice was very soft, as if he was breathing at the moment.

"Yes, I killed, just for you."

The woman nodded, put her lips on the man's lips, and kissed deeply.

In the man's widened eyes, the astral symbols on the woman's body began to flicker, the violet complexion faded and became as white as snow, the elf ears became more petite and pretty, and her silver hair hung down her shoulders, tall The towering unicorn turned into dots of white light and retracted into the woman's body, and a stronger force reverberated in the woman's body, as if breaking through some kind of seal.

In the blink of an eye, the tattooed purple one-horned demon turned into a holy silver-haired elf goddess. Until this moment, the lonely brave men in the tavern who witnessed everything did not really believe that women are gods.

Under the dual healing of astral magic and rune power, the man's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and another strange power flowed into the man's body, which the man did not know.

This is the power of the Starchildren, the power of hope.

The changes in Soraka in front of him far exceeded the limit of the man's imagination, until the woman let go of herself, her face full of apology.

"I thought I wouldn't fall in love with any human beings, but I didn't expect to meet you. I broke my vow not to kill anyone and had to go back."

"So you're leaving."

Soraka nodded, and kissed the man's forehead lightly, his brows were full of reluctance.

"I'm leaving, Lester, but we'll meet again one day."

"One day in time, we will meet again, and I look forward to that day."

A soaring beam of light rose straight into the sky, day and day turned into polar night in an instant, and the sky was full of stars, welcoming the return of the children of the stars.

By the time the sky turned bright again, Soraka was gone.

"That... do you want to serve food?"

No response to the dutiful tavern waiter,

The man stood up, packed his bags again, and left silently.

"Sorry, until the end, I couldn't let you eat prawns."

The next plot will jump directly to the hero story line, and participate in the background of the story from the perspective of the protagonist. If there is a chance, fill in the pits buried before. Oonia's experience after being demonized as a boy, Sacco the clown's Oedipus and his demonization, Evelyn's struggle and choice, LeBlanc's betrayal, the devil's sacrifice at the foot of the Gorill Mountains, Vega's journey to find friends , the ultimate goal of the descendants of Nosleys, the forbidden love with the black rose flesh and blood black wizard, if there is anything I haven't thought of, you can write it after this comment, I will add as much as possible, and try my best to dig Pit required)

The results of this book can no longer allow me to write a long epic leisurely, the time must be accelerated, and I hope that the subscription will be better in the future.