League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Uncle Hussman, his name is Lester, he saved me from the slave trader, took care of me all the way and sent me back here, he is my savior."

"Thank you very much, Lord Leicester, thank you for saving little Weiya, I, Hussman, owe you my life."

Hussman stood up, knelt down on one knee to Lester again, and lowered his head. From the dignified expression of the Rakkol fighter beside him, Lester knew that such etiquette was not trivial.

Stepping forward to help the man with a genuine temperament up, the smile on Lester's face became much more sincere.

"Rescuing Octavia is just a matter of effort, Your Excellency Hussman doesn't need to care too much."

"In any case, it was you who saved Wei Ya. You are a friend of the Rakkor people. I must treat you well, so that you can eat the hottest lamb and drink the most mellow milk."

Hussman, who was pulled up, took the initiative to give Lester a hug and greeted the others.

"Go and tell the rest of the village that my niece Hussman is back and I'm going to entertain guests today."

The other Rakkor fighters took the initiative to disperse, but Octavia asked Hussman.

"Uncle Hussman, do you still have Ye Chuan blue juice at home?"

Instantly figured out why the once beautiful girl turned into an ugly black charcoal monkey, Hussman nodded with a smile.

"Yes, go back and wash."

Following behind the bearded Hussman, Lester went to a larger wooden house at the east end of the village. Several chickens were raised in the fenced front yard where the wooden house was located. Seeing a stranger break into the yard, he almost The hen flapped its wings and began to 'clack' nervously, which was a bit of farm fun.

After asking about the location of the blue juice, Octavia greeted Lester and left the yard holding the clay pot. Hussman lit the stove and handed Lester a cup of hot tea.

"Your Excellency Leicester, this journey has been very hard."

"It's not hard work, but I killed a lot of bastards. It's a pity that such bastards can't be killed. There are many children like Octavia in Shurima."

After obtaining consent, Lester put the cold iron spear wrapped in cloth strips on the idle weapon rack in the house, sat back on the futon and took a sip of hot tea.

This tea is not bad, but compared with Soraka's tea, it is far worse.

"Yeah, there are endless bastards."

Sighing, Hussman shook his head, but his eyes were fixed on the man in front of him, trying to observe something.

"Let's not talk about these bad things, Lord Lester, you should not be from Shurima. Although it may be a bit offensive, I still want to know who you are and why you came to Mount Targon. I can't let someone with ulterior motives The people who stayed at Targon and stayed with Wei Ya. My brother’s family has only Wei Ya. They died for the tribe and the holy peak. I can’t let Wei Ya be in any danger anymore. Grow up happily."

"I understand your concern, Mr. Hussman, you are an excellent elder, but I also have reasons for not being able to reveal my identity and experience, and it is meaningless to deceive you, so I have no way to prove whether I have ulterior motives.

Now that Octavia has returned to the Rakkor tribe, it's time for me to leave. Thank you for the tea. It's delicious, but the taste is too strong, and I'm not used to it. "

Standing up, Lester took his things and prepared to leave, but Hussman whispered apologetically.

"Your Excellency Leicester, I'm sorry, it's my fault that I failed to entertain you here. All I did was for Wei Ya's safety. I really... can't accept my failure and responsibility again. Incompetent...

If possible, please allow me to arrange a residence for you. You can stay here as compensation for my offense. I will provide all your daily necessities and living materials. Since you are unwilling to reveal your personal Experience, needless to say, I believe in Wei Ya's vision, and I am willing to try to believe in you, but it will take a little time. "

Looking back, Lester stared at the man who spoke earnestly and sincerely, and sighed.

"Then trouble Your Excellency Hussmann."

The bearded and sad face was full of joy again.

"Your Excellency Leicester, you are really considerate, please rest assured, I will definitely arrange the best place for you to live in."

...

Octavia, holding the clay pot, came to the hidden downstream of the stream and walked into the secret cave, where there was a clear pool.

After observing for a while to confirm that there was no one in the cave, the girl took off her clothes, opened the clay pot, and applied the thick indigo paste in the pot to her hands, and spread it evenly on all parts of her body. In the blink of an eye, the little black monkey was turned into an Avatar.

After rubbing for about ten minutes, Octavia stepped into the clear pool, splashing the water to rinse the thick indigo slurry on her body. After washing once, the black and gray patch tattoos on her body were washed away. More than half, the healthy wheat-colored skin was restored. Octavia repeated the same trick and washed it twice. The black monkey worth two silver coins transformed into a beautiful girl. Er's kind of traditional women who can carry a tripod are out of place, and the girl is very satisfied with her figure and appearance.

"Hmph~ Now I'm still worth two silver coins in your eyes?"

Angrily waving her fists and punching the air twice, Octavia put on her clothes again, picked up the earthen pot containing the blue leaf juice, and the girl walked briskly towards the way she came.

When the girl returned to Hussman's house, Lester and the bearded man were sitting around the stove enjoying the roasted whole lamb, smelling the aroma of the roast meat, the girl's stomach grumbled.

Hussman looked at the little niece who was staring at Lester with a strange expression, and coughed twice, bringing Octavia, who was holding the clay pot, back to his senses.

"Just put the jar over there first, it will be ready soon, let's eat together."

"Good Uncle Hussmann."

Sitting next to Lester, Octavia, who was hugging her knees, secretly observed the man's expression, but unfortunately found that the man's expression did not show any shock or admiration, which made the girl a little disappointed .

Lester, who is used to seeing extraordinary beauties, will naturally not be fascinated by the natural beauties of the Lakkor tribe. The man tore off a leg of lamb and started to feast on it. Compared with the beautiful girls, he is now more interested in bearded hands. roasting fork.

It has to be said that the craftsmanship of Hussmann's barbecue is much better than that of tea making, especially when sprinkled with spices similar to cumin powder, the taste is even more unique.

He is already planning to ask Xi Na to send someone to study spice planting on Mount Targon.

"There is no need to be too disappointed, Octavia, you are beautiful and you should be proud of it."

"Really? But I can't see anything in your face."

Some discouraged girls viciously made crispy mutton to fill their hungry bellies.

"You can't see it. It's because the barbecue is more attractive to me. All my shock has been given to the barbecue. You came too late, so naturally I can't leave it to you."

Hussman frowned, always feeling that things were complicated.

At present, it seems that his niece is chasing the pig?

...

Leicester’s new home is on the west side of the mountain wall of Targon, close to the gravel path up the mountain. The wooden house has its own large yard and a small attic. There are only a few simple pieces of furniture in the house. In Hussman’s words , this place was originally prepared for Centurion Rahorac, but Hasman, who resisted all opinions, defeated the opponents and insisted on giving the new house to the outsider Leicester.

Lester does not comment on Hussman's behavior. His purpose of coming to Mount Targon is not to live with the Rakkor people for a long time, so the man doesn't care about a small number of Rakkor people who are hostile to him. You need a temporary foothold, and you can complete the tasks entrusted by Zoe while achieving your own goals, instead of having any relationship with the Rakkor people.

On the other hand, knowing the location of Lester's new home, the twelve-year-old Octavia often came to Lester to stick together, the reason being that she wanted to repay the grace of saving her life.

In the early morning of this day, Lester, who was about to go up the mountain to have a look, had just tied the old baby who was full to the barn in the yard, when Octavia's voice sounded from behind.

"Master Leicester, where are you going? I'll take you there."

Sighing, Lester turned around and looked at the girl in the beautiful little leather skirt.

"Didn't I say don't call me master? And why don't you call me that in front of your Uncle Hussman?"

The girl giggled, and her knee-length leather skirt swayed twice, revealing her wheat-colored thighs.

"I call it that, I'm afraid you, master, will beat my uncle to death."

"You also know that calling it like that will bring me hostility."

Rolling his eyes, Lester patted the old Baby who was enjoying his leisure, and left the barn.

"I think you should spend your time in more useful places, such as learning swordsmanship to make yourself stronger, or exercising more so that you can hold weapons, instead of running to me every day and making your Uncle is worried."

Following Leicester, Octavia smiled briskly on tiptoe.

"If uncle knew how powerful you are, he wouldn't be worried, but you won't let me tell all about you."

"So what are you pestering me for?"

Stopping, Lester looked at the girl behind him with a serious expression on his face.

"Son, if you think you can get something by stalking, then you are very wrong. I am the last thing to be afraid of stalking, because I have plenty of time."

"I want to worship you as my teacher, and then do my best to repay you. As I said, I will give everything to repay you."

The girl plucked up her courage and expressed her expectations and wishes.

"When I was most desperate, you appeared in front of me like a giant god and saved me. Maybe I am insignificant to you, and my promise will not bring you any value, but I am serious. I I will do what I say, since I can't help you now, then I will work hard to grow until I can bring you value."

While speaking, the girl untied the elastic belt and rope buckle on her body, and the animal skin skirt and coat fell on the ground, and she had made up her mind early in the morning. His body trembled uncontrollably.

"Is this what you really think?"

Scanning the girl's healthy and firm body, what Lester saw was not frivolity and self-deprecation, but a determination to be desperate, to become stronger, and to repay himself.

Just like the girl who refused to let go of his trouser legs when she died, the girl in front of her is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, as stubborn as a bull. She saw her own value and accepted her favor. The girl made such a decision, and she put her life on her own shoulders.

He took off the big jacket on his body and covered the girl's body, calming down the trembling girl.

Lester seemed to have returned to Ionia in a trance, and there was also a cute young cat-man from Vastaya pestering him to worship him as a teacher. He also taught the boy many fighting moves and skills.

what's his name...

Suddenly, Lester was a little terrified, because it took him a full five seconds to recall the name 'Ogman', and more than three hundred years later still made his memory a little fuzzy.

The innocent smile of the cat boy was shattered like a mirror, and a girl full of expectations was replaced in front of him. This time, he decided to be a good teacher.

"My student...it's not so easy to be. If you want to be a student, you must do your best. During this period, you will suffer a lot, understand?"

Octavia shook her head.

"As early as when I was robbed by sand bandits and went down the mountain, I started to suffer. I am not afraid of suffering, but I am afraid that I am not strong enough... So master, are you finally willing to take me in?"

Under the girl's expectant gaze, Lester shook his head, causing the girl's face to collapse.

"Of course not. Before I accept you as a disciple, you have to convince your uncle Hussman that after your parents leave you, he should be the closest person to you. Don't make him worry, let alone make him sad. , cherish everything you have, you can have a better future, when we have nothing, don't forget that we still have family."

Patting the girl on the head, Lester was thinking about Hina and Misha.

"Go to the house and get dressed, and accompany me to the Targon Peak today, tonight you go to explain this to Uncle Hussman and ask for his opinion. If he disagrees, I can't take him in. you."

"Um."

After the girl put on her clothes again, the two left the yard and walked up the mountain.

Hussman watched the direction in which the two disappeared from outside the yard with a complex expression, and made a secret decision in his heart.

...

For the Lakkol people on Mount Targon, the closer they are to the top of Mount Targon, the more lofty their status is. It is the holy place of the Sun Sect and the Bright Moon Sect.

It is said to be halfway up the mountain, but in fact, it does not include the most dangerous climbing road, and does not include the really dangerous rocky section of Targon. The so-called rocky section is the middle to upper section of Targon, the cliffs, which will change the climbing routes and rock walls at any time. nearly vertical,

Some people can complete the great journey to the top of the giant mountain through the rocky terrain in one day by chance, and some people can't climb this final path of glory in their whole life, and can only freeze to death halfway.

No one knows the changing rules of the rocky area, this is a secret that can only be grasped by the gods, mortals only need to know that a hundred maps in their hands are useless.

If the Sun Sect and the Bright Moon Sect could really build a hanging temple on a nearly vertical cliff, Leicester would be really shocked.

After walking about several thousand meters on the mountain road, the terrain suddenly slowed down, and a large wide and solid flat land appeared in the distance. The continuous ancient temples built on the mountain sit among the mountain walls, telling the story of the world in gusts of cold wind. The vicissitudes of life.

After noticing the climbers, two Sun Warriors in half-length armor holding sophisticated weapons stopped in front of them with serious expressions.

"Irrelevant people are forbidden to go up the mountain! Get back quickly!"

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