League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Brother, don't smell so much gunpowder. Brother, I have no other intentions. I just want to draw you into a group. There are too few people who can cross the desert alone like you. Brother, isn't this a love of talent? This is why I am a little anxious, please forgive me if I offend you... Du Te meow put down the knife for me, didn't I say not to bluff?"

After rubbing his hands together, the bald man signaled his men to put down their weapons, and said to Lester with a smile on his face.

"My name is Brister Bloody Hand, and I am the boss of the Bloody Hand Gang. The hundreds of miles of land around here are our Bloody Hand Gang's territory. Brother, no matter how powerful you are alone, you can't fight against so many people like your brother. Yes, listen to my brother's advice, join the team, this desert is too big, you can't grasp it,

If your strength can conquer these brats, you will be the second child of the Bloody Hand Gang! "

"Brother! As promised, I am the second child of the Blood Hand Gang..."

"Shut up, you meow! You old bastard, you don't have a place to talk here! Cough cough, how about brother, brother has never invited anyone else, you are the only one."

"How does human flesh taste?"

Hearing Lester's question, Brister was taken aback, and forced a smile on his face.

"Haha, what you're talking about, why are we the kind of savages who eat people? That's what my younger brother called you just now..."

"Oh, if I haven't eaten, I'll join the gang, but my old buddy has followed me all the way, go! Go play by yourself."

With a slap on Old Beibi's butt, Old Beibi was stunned for a moment, and then ran out of the crowd with his legs.

Not sure what their boss meant, the sand bandits could only watch as Scarash ran away without a trace.

The corners of his mouth twitched, Brister Bloodhand smiled.

"Ahaha, let's talk about it... Dick, give your sand beast to this brother, sit with me, and we'll talk when we go back."

"snort!"

Dick, who was upset, didn't dare to be disobedient, and jumped off the sand beast's back. The young man with a single braid glared at Lester and was about to move the sand beast away. Just as he turned his back, the spear came out directly through his body.

Dick stared at the gun point protruding from his chest with wide eyes, and the man's indifferent words were heard in his ears.

"No matter who you are, the second child of the Bloody Hand Gang can only be me. If you dare to compete with me for the position of second child, I can only ask you to die."

The dying Dick fell into the sand, and the smell of blood made the sand beast a little irritable.

The sudden change made everyone stunned in place. They were about to take up weapons and launch an attack, but the man's words forced the sand bandits to stop and looked at their boss at the same time.

With difficulty accepting the fact that his younger brother died, Brester stared at Lester with bloodshot eyes: "You...you actually killed my brother...how dare you?"

"This guy will definitely trip me up if he's alive, so it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible."

Leicester, who was talking, leaned towards Brister again.

"Look at the situation, are you going to trip me up too?"

"Why the hell are you still standing there!? Ah? Kill this bastard for me!!!"

The roaring man drew out his scimitar and slashed at Lester, but Lester had already sent the tip of the gun into Brister's heart.

Bringing out a bunch of blood flowers, Brister's body fell to the ground, Lester said lightly.

"Okay, the boss and the second child are both dead. It is up to you to decide whether to die here or become the new boss and second child."

The remaining eleven sand bandits just raised their weapons and prepared to attack, and then turned to look at each other. The buttocks that used to wriggle wildly are now as solid as a rock like Shurima's sun disc, who is attached to the sand beast's back? Also refused to move.

"Rough enough... let's go!"

I don't know who roared, and the menacing Blood Hand Gang left.

After searching the corpses of the boss of the Blood Hand Gang, Lester kept the weapons that were still usable and a small bag of gems and gold coins, and closed the eyes for Brester and Dick, and the wind, sand and beasts would help He finished collecting the body.

"Look, in fact it doesn't matter who is the boss and the second, they just want to find an excuse to mix in the crowd and enjoy the killing with knives, and... it's kind of contemptuous of you to want to drag me into the gang with thirteen people, next time more Find someone."

Just about to ride the trembling sand beast, a familiar nasal voice came from afar, Lester turned his head, and old Baby ran back happily.

Lester, who had a mount again, loosened the bridle for the sand beasts, allowing the two sand beasts to flee quickly, and Lester remounted the radiant old Baby.

"Come on old man, thank you for not abandoning me."

"Hurrrrrr~"

Tilting his head and touching the man's hand, old Baby straightened his neck again and snorted proudly.

...

When winter came, Lester successfully arrived at the ancient capital of Shurima [Nerima Jie].

This is a desert city built on the ruins, with the unique architectural style of the desert peoples. The whole city is protected by the damaged towering city walls, and the broken parts are simply repaired with simple wooden frames and clay blocks. with a trebuchet,

There is an oasis in the city as the core area, where the most powerful people live. Soldiers with spears and armor patrol the walls and streets. At present, this ancient city belongs to the great warlord Cecidis of Shurima. .

After paying a fee to enter the city, Lester entered Narima Jie.

Feeling the exotic atmosphere of the ancient city of Shurima, Leicester, who is leading the old baby, strolled on the ancient stone road.

This place is far more magnificent and shocking than the praises of the Shurima Empire in the poetry collections, but no matter how great a country and city is, it cannot resist the baptism of time and wind and sand. High walls collapse, and solid stones decay. It is long gone, buried in the yellow sand together with the sun disc, and has become an ancient myth and legend passed down from generation to generation.

The most proud symbol of Shurima [Ascended Legion] has become a glamorous prostitute. For a big power with absolute force and seductive beauty, only one can always be popular at a time, because powerful fighters cannot Will allow women in their own country to sell their bodies.

After the old Baby was settled, the man pushed open the rotten wooden door of the inn, and immediately two middle-aged women with brown wheat skin leaned over in cool clothes.

"Guest~ Do you need a 'guide'? Our sisters are very skilled~ we can take a bath together~"

"No, thank you both, I think you should take a shower before talking to me."

Taking a step back to avoid the woman who smelled sour and heather, Lester directly refused without leaving any room.

A look of disappointment immediately appeared on their faces, and the two sisters had no intention of entanglement, so they could only twist their waists and continue looking for other guests.

"What do you have here?"

"Ibik's cheese and mammoth milk, Skalas salted barbecue and sand beast meat, what do the guests want?"

Lester licked his lips, thinking back to the loyal and reliable old Baby.

"Two catties of skalash salted barbecue, one serving of mammoth milk, do you accept sand tiger teeth and sand tiger skin here?"

"Customers, please rest assured, we will convert the value according to the city's market price. Of course, if you can't pay the customer, you have to leave something, such as fingers or something else. , you have to go to work to pay back the money, I think your ass will be very valuable."

"Come on, I can afford it, and I don't need to sell my ass."

"Okay~ It will be ready soon, you can go and sit over there."

Sitting on an empty table, Lester put his luggage at his feet, coldly responded to some prying eyes, leaned the black as ink cold iron spear against the table, and took out the quilt from the luggage. The teeth of the sand tiger and the carapace of the worm that were tied up with animal tendons made the eyes that were about to move finally rested.

At this moment, there was a sound of cursing on the second floor, followed by a thin and ugly girl rolling down the stairs, which made the cheerful atmosphere in the inn stagnate.

A middle-aged businessman came down from the stairs, wearing four jeweled gold rings on his hands. The man kicked the dying girl's chest with a look of displeasure, and shouted at the guard with the sword.

"Throw out this unsightly trash! Don't let me see her again!"