League of Legends Millennium Warlord

With a smile, the vastaya girl turned into a white-faced owl and flew to the sky, and soon disappeared, leaving Lester alone with his head bowed, like an idiot with a traumatized head.

"Well, Lord Leicester, are you still going to sea?"

The old boatman hiding in the distance saw the big trouble, and hurried to ask carefully.

"Going out to sea...do you know where Wuwei Island is?"

Stared at by Leicester's bloodshot eyes, the old boatman shuddered.

"Uh, didn't you say Miss Roy led the way?"

"Then I won't go, thank you for waiting so long."

"My lord, it's nothing..."

After handing over the fare he had prepared to the old boatman, Lester turned around and walked towards the west.

Lester has decided that after returning from Icacia, he will be a pathfinder in the Watcher's Sea again.

As a responsible man, no matter what happens, he has to coax his coquettish woman back.

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It is very difficult to enter Ixtar from the outside world without knowing the way, but as the former great elementalist of Ixtar, Leicester will naturally not be unaware of the influence of Vidalian (Note: located in Where does the tree wall and vine secret passage controlled by the national artifact controlled by the central tower of Xaoken City lead?

Depart from the south gate of Ixalcan City to the southwestern border of Ixtar, and pass through the rainforest controlled by Vidalian to reach the western jungle, which is the outermost line of defense of Ixtar. It is a standard tropical rainforest climate, full of poisonous miasma, poisonous insects and ferocious beasts. It is an indestructible natural defense line. Unless it is a super-scale magic bombing or digging inch by inch with large-scale excavation equipment, it will be difficult to break through the defense line of the miasma forest. .

For Leicester, the threat of the shady jungle is naturally not a threat. It only took two months to pass through the shady jungle, climb over the mountains west of Ixtar, and arrive at Aika. On the northern border of West Asia, many villages can be seen on the oasis of the border, and further south it becomes a barren and dry land.

Icacia is located in the southeastern salient part of the Shurima continent, with many high mountains and deep valleys. The terrain is high in the southeast, low in the central basin, and continues to increase in the northwest. The mountains are winding and continuous. It is a typical half-graben basin structure.

In Jax's description, if the Ascenders of Shurima were not too powerful, some Ascenders with the attributes of the Dragon King would even be able to fly. In addition, the example of Icacia's failure is enough to conclude that it is impossible to use human sea tactics to fight against extraordinary power in Runeterra. The cruel fact is that even if all mortals are armed, it is not enough for Ascendant to kill alone.

If you want to gain a foothold in Runeterra, you must master the power that even the gods fear. On this great road, power comes first.

Strengthening his desire for great power, Lester, standing on the mountainside and looking south, took a deep breath and walked slowly down the mountain.

Actively contacting the void was his first choice.

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"Have you heard it? Have you heard it? The voice from the ground, have you heard it? The voice from the abyss is at our feet! It is in our ears! I am a prophet, you should obey My call! Obey my command! Meet the voice of the end!"

On the yellow sandy street, a ridiculous lame beggar was holding a broken bowl and yelling idiots. The residents of Shurima living in Amacra looked familiar, and the distinguished guests who had lived in the hotel for a long time posed With a finger full of gemstones and agate rings, the servant threw a big bone stick from the window that was going to be left for the wild dogs.

The big bone stick hit the ground and rolled twice before landing in front of the lame beggar.

Seeing the bone stick, the lame beggar no longer moaned without illness. He gratefully picked up the dusty bone stick, opened his mouth and desperately licked the remaining shreds of meat on the bone stick, causing the audience around him to burst into laughter. The streets are filled with a cheerful atmosphere, and even the scavengers who can't even put together half a piece of clothes on the street have more relaxed smiles.

As if he had obtained some kind of satisfaction, the rich man put a malicious smile on his mouth, and said a few words to the servant, who sprinkled the medicinal powder in the purple glass bottle on the steamed bun.

Following the big bone stick is a complete steamed bun. This time, even the passers-by on the side of the road showed a greedy look, but everyone knew who the steamed bun was made for. Watching the old beggar pounce on the steamed bun again.

"Don't eat it! You're affecting our business!!! Go away, beggar!!!"

A little boy squatting by the stall suddenly yelled and picked up the steamed buns at his feet and threw them to the wild dog with a slap in the face. Holding the gift of the little boy in his mouth, he quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

"Ahhh!!! What are you doing!? My steamed buns!!! Don't grab my steamed buns!!!"

The beggar who was snatched by the wild dog went crazy and chased the wild dog step by step. The passers-by who didn't get the steamed buns finally put away their jealous expressions and laughed. The rich man frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the script of the sudden accident, but it was another wild dog that died, and the ending was not bad.

The rich man glanced indifferently at the little boy who had done something wrong, and the hotel window closed with a bang, and the closed window leaf ended this interrupted comedy, and another comedy had just begun.

"Cough cough cough... Malzaha, what are you doing? He just wants to eat a steamed bun! Have I ever taught you to insult others like this?"

The male owner of the stall coughed a few times, and slapped his young son directly on the face, causing the five-year-old boy's head to buzz and he fell heavily to the ground.

The little boy with stars in his eyes lay on the ground with his head in his arms. He could see other people's endings in various visions, but he couldn't see his own future.

This slap, Malzaha will never be able to avoid it for the rest of his life.

The little boy did not refute to his father that he saw that the beggar who ate the steamed buns would bleed to death on the spot, the little boy just lay silently on the ground and waited for his father to punish him. In his chaotic thinking, he even had the time to regret himself Killed an innocent dog.

"All right, all right, Birel, he's just a child, let him go."

With a smile on her face, the middle-aged woman in the neighboring booth enthusiastically dissuaded her.

"But having said that, you are such an honest and responsible person, Birel, but Malzaha has been crazy since he was a child, and his heart is indeed a bit poisonous... It's not like you. You should go home and educate yourself."

Bieler put away his anger and treated his colleagues, with an honest and simple smile on the man's face.

"What you said is that this child should be educated... Malzaha, stand up."

Amidst his father's severe reprimand, the little boy got up from the ground and suppressed the 'buzzing' sound left in his head by the slap.

"I ask you, are you doing the right thing? How did your mother and I educate you?"

"Be honest, do things according to your duties, don't bully... don't bully others..."

"Hmph, I still remember it well, so how did you do it?"

"I, I... I saved Uncle Lame..."

Hearing what the little boy said, the middle-aged woman who watched the show suddenly became more eager, and her voice was louder for the convenience of others to hear.

"Look, you kid sometimes can't tell the difference between good and bad, Bieler, I don't think you should set up a stall here, isn't there an old witch doctor in West Market? Go back and find that old witch doctor Give this child Malzaha a medical treatment. It doesn’t matter if he is out of shape. If there is something wrong with his brain, it will be a big trouble. At that time, he can’t even find a wife. It will be a big trouble. Who will inherit your inheritance? 'Family business'?"

Amidst the new laughter on the street, the Bieler father and son put away the grocery stall in desperation. No matter what time, the street can always hear happy laughter, as if the voice is not laughing at themselves.

Following behind his ashen-faced father, Malzaha lowered his head.

"Father, I... I'm telling the truth... That steamed bun is poisonous... The lame uncle will die if he eats it..."

"Ahem...ahem...I also know that there is an old witch doctor in West City, Malzaha. I will take you to see it tomorrow. You always have weird sayings and ideas. Maybe you really are... I got sick,

Cough cough... son, dad apologizes to you. Dad shouldn't have hit you like that just now, but you really made me hate iron and steel. I have never done such a despicable thing, even if I owe someone a copper coin, I can't sleep,

Son, you really shouldn't bully people like this... That lame uncle was finally persuaded by Dad to let other stall owners let him beg there, ahem... You may think it's annoying that Dad preaches too much, but Dad I still want to tell you that you must always have your own bottom line... Even if your father is gone, you have to live frankly and be a good person..."

I wanted to stroke my son's head to apologize, but the man's cough became more and more intense. The man who opened his palm looked at the dark blood in his palm, and wiped it calmly on the cloth towel in his pocket. Seeing his father's appearance, Malzaha burst into tears, tears rolling down his face.

In a trance, the little boy saw in a vision the man lying on the bed and losing his breath. There was another corpse on the chair beside the bed.

The father's death finally made the grief-stricken mother no longer able to persist, and they left together. This is the cruel truth that the illusion wants to tell itself.

If he went home today, he would be an orphan and lose his father and mother forever.

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooda

Malzaha's cries finally made the man stop, and he felt sorry for his child even more. Birel regretted that he had acted too hard just now.

After hesitating for a while, Bieler, with some sour eyes, first shook the light purse in his arms, and then looked up at the still early sky. The man finally made up his mind and nodded.

"Alright, then let's go now, don't worry, our family is rich, no matter how much money we spend, we have to take care of the disease. Dad still expects you to be filial to Dad when you grow up. For you, Dad has to earn money to support the family. Go out tomorrow and apologize to that lame uncle."

After the words fell, Malzaha, whose head was buzzing, saw his father collapsed in a strange room in a new vision in despair. There was blood everywhere, blood everywhere, and his father was everywhere. of blood,

An old man wearing a mask of animal bones fell to the ground in fright, seeing himself as a plague, his mouth full of obscenities, as if he was the son of the curse, and his father's body was thrown out by the witch doctor, just like a rich man threw It was a rotten bone, but the old witch doctor held Dad's money bag very tightly.

Unable to suppress his grief any longer, Malzahara grabbed his father's withered hands that had been eroded by wind and sand, hugged the man in front of him tightly, and buried his head in his father's arms.

"Dad, Dad, let me hug you, let me hug you, let me hug you, okay?"

Lovingly stroking the little head that was acting like a baby to him, for some unknown reason, the man's dry eyes began to weep uncontrollably, the smiling and crying man knelt down and satisfied his son's little request.

Although he can't make any money, he always tries his best to satisfy his son's wishes within his ability.

"Ahem... How old is the child who is still crying and acting like a spoiled child? When you recover from the illness, go find your mother to act like a spoiled child. Don't expect your father to forgive you for your behavior today..."

The father and son hugged each other and stood in the street. Malzaha didn't let go of his father, and neither did his father let go of his son.

It was the same after ten minutes, and it was the same after half an hour, until about an hour later, someone finally shouted something in a joking tone.

"Bilel, I know that your father and son are deeply in love. The question is, can you go home and be disgusting again? Is it not an eyesore to stand on the street?"

Is this a joke?

Are you kidding me?

If my father could be a little bit harsher and scold back, this sentence would become a joke, right?

The remaining warmth of his father on his chest has turned into a heart-piercing icy cold. Malzaha opened his eyes blurred with tears, and had to accept the reality that his father had left him forever. He originally wanted to hug him like this forever, as if His father is still by his side.

But now, my father can no longer talk to himself.

Wiping his snot on his father's dirty neckline, Malzaha wept silently, this was the only thing he could leave for his father.

The little boy looked at the speaker. He still remembered that it was his ingenious father who built a wooden bed for the family for free. Just because the man prayed for a few days, his father gave up asking for wages, saying that it was not easy for him.

Dad regarded him as a neighbor in need of help, what did he regard himself and his father as?

Who is easy to live in this world?