League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Bloomfield, who was walking all the way, pushed open the heavy wooden door. There was no crazy attacker in the room. Instead, he saw the person he least wanted to see. He didn't expect that the team before him was Black Iron The regiment commander of the First Guards Corps couldn't help calling out bad luck for a while, and he still didn't dodge after hiding for a long time.

On the other side, Milton had already seen that the two armed visitors behind him wanted to retreat, so he waved his hand, signaling the soldiers of the Emerald Collar to surround them. He and Tina dropped their weapons and raised their hands.

"Your Majesty of the Emerald Collar, we have no malicious intentions, and we only took up arms to protect ourselves. My wife Tina and I are from the Kingdom of Norseland. We came from the Kingdom of Norseland half a year ago..."

"Unexpectedly, the famous Captain Sword of the First Shield Formation became my prisoner. It's really surprising. Don't you think so, Captain Blofield Sword?"

Milton's merciless voice chilled Bloomfield, who was trying to conceal his identity. Tina, who was on the side, wanted to retrieve her weapon, but was directly knocked down by the emerald collar soldiers who had already prepared, and she fell to the ground with her backhand.

"Demacians, if you don't want to die, you'd better be honest!"

Tina, who had been punched twice in the face, finally gave up struggling. The woman looked at Bloomfield, who sighed.

It's a damn hell gambit.

"It seems that I am still famous among you?"

Regarding Blofield's question, Milton shook his head with a smile, and the head of the First Black Iron Guard slowly walked towards Blofield.

"You're wrong, it's not that you're famous, it's very famous. After all, in my opinion, only the soldiers of your Fearless Vanguard can be called opponents in Demacia, not to mention that you are a member of the Fearless Pioneer Shield. outstanding,

Not only do I recognize you, I also recognize the captains of the swords of each of your shield formations. You know, the thing I think about the most is how to cut off your heads on the battlefield. I think you should know too. In Noxus, if you want to gain military merit, you can only exchange the enemy's head. The more powerful the enemy, the more valuable it is. "

Responding to Milton's malicious gaze, Bloomfield clenched his fist and then slowly let it go.

"Thank you for thinking about my head so much, Mr. Milton, now you can get your wish, who made me a prisoner?"

Picking up the Noxus two-handed sword produced by Emerald Collar at Blofield's feet, Milton suddenly changed the subject.

"Captain Bloomfield Sword, is this sword easy to use?"

"...It feels okay, but it's a bit too crude and ugly, and it doesn't look delicate at all."

Amused by Bloomfield who told the truth, Milton did not refute, and spoke in a homely tone.

"It is true that compared to the weapons made by you Demacians, Noxian weapons always look clumsy and ugly, but the most important thing about weapons is to be practical, because weapons are not for viewing, but for using Come to kill, from this point alone, you should say thank you to this sword, not that she is ugly.

If the weapon of Demacia is like a little girl who needs to dress up every day, the weapon of Noxus is an ugly, burly aunt who has been exhausted on the battlefield for three days. It will only be an aunt, definitely not a little girl, I think you Demacians will soon understand this, the glyph on the sword does not make the weapon harder and sharper. "

"Your Excellency Milton, so you Noxians are really planning to invade Demacia?"

Without responding, Milton stroked the cold edge of the sword and said seriously.

"Did you know? To make this sword, miners in the Emerald Collar need to dig hundreds of meters underground for precious iron pyroxene ore, which will be smelted into pieces of iron pyroxene ingots in the furnace.

Pyrite ingots have been hammered and tempered until they can only be refined into fist-sized refined Pyrite steel. Refined Pyrite steel that is difficult to smelt will be hammered into a weapon capable of killing people by master blacksmiths in the natural underground lava of Kalyas Anvil.

Only after completing the above steps can this two-handed sword collide head-on with ordinary steel weapons on the battlefield. Before the trial, this sword has been beaten countless times in three months.

Having said that, it is a pity to throw away such a fine sword made of refined bright steel by the Kalyas anvil, but it is better than turning into a part of the gray mist..."

"Your Excellency Milton, what do you want to say, just say it straight, or are you different from other straightforward Noxians, always like to beat around the bush?"

Smiling indifferently, Milton handed the long sword in his hand to Blofield under Blofield's puzzled eyes.

"You should have picked up this sword before the gray mist spread. Since her original owner didn't want her and you picked her up again, she is naturally yours. As for your head, I really want it. , but it won't be this time. As you can see, I don't have many people. It's a good thing for me to have brave pioneer warriors join my team.

If you are willing to accept my kindness, please tell me, Captain Bloomfield Sword, did my soldiers evacuate in time after hearing the order? "

He did not refuse the two-handed sword in his hand, said Bloomfield.

"At that time, we were still on the periphery, far away from the inner castle, and even so, I couldn't run out.

At least in my opinion, your soldiers are very good. They started to organize the retreat as soon as they received the order. It took no more than five minutes before and after. As for whether the subordinates of Lord Milton have withdrawn, you can understand by looking at me now. There are not many soldiers who can fly, and it is difficult to run through the gray fog with just two legs. "

"It seems that the loss this time will not be too small..."

With a sigh, Milton said.

"Okay, let go of this beautiful Miss Demacia, this lady, please forgive us Noxus barbarians, our actions may be a little rough, but this is also for our own safety, The next two will act with us, before leaving the gray fog, we need to stand on the same side, do you understand what I mean?"

Climbing up from the ground in embarrassment, Tina picked up her sword and shield, nodded with an uneasy expression.

Seeing that his companions and subordinates were let go, Bloomfield asked.

"What happened here? What the hell is the gray fog? Looking at the situation, the gray fog shouldn't be created by you, right?"

"Of course it wasn't us. The gray fog was created by the Liyinlan people. We don't know how these foreigners in the western continent did it. But if we continue to move forward, maybe we will figure it out soon."

A few simple exchanges somewhat reduced the hostility between the two groups. Milton decided to arrange the two of Blofield on the outer right side away from the mage. For himself and Tina to be in a relatively dangerous situation, Bloomfield, who had been psychologically prepared, Lowfield didn't say much.

The team continued to move forward, and the team that got the "new force" relieved a lot of pressure. Regarding the addition of two combat-capable helpers in the team, the Emerald Leader soldiers also behaved more generously and kindly towards Bloomfield and Tina. ,

The entire team maintained a rotation. Soldiers with severe body fragmentation were replaced with crossbows, and were arranged by Milton to act as long-range shooters on the inside of the team, while soldiers with less severe injuries were arranged on the outside to replace with swords and shields.

More than a dozen soldiers performed their duties. Defenders, pinners, main attackers and long-range shooters, each of them exerted their maximum efficiency and were maximized by Milton.

Silently watching the cohesive team, Bloomfield looked at Milton who was always standing at the forefront and under the greatest pressure. He seemed to understand the reason for the high morale of the Emerald Leader soldiers.

I don’t know when the generals of Demacia became some noble lords who only knew how to command soldiers to charge. They really dared to take the lead in charging on the battlefield. Only the fearless vanguard corps under the control of the royal family maintained the excellent tradition of Demacia. King Sisi has been working hard to change the corruption of Demacia, but the effect is not very obvious.

I wanted to take advantage of this possible Denomination war to get rid of the moths in the Demacian army, but I didn't expect that the strength of the emerald collar would be so strong, and there would be such strange things as gray fog, even Blofield himself It also feels a little too outrageous.

All the way to the iron-inlaid door of the lord's hall without any danger, Milton took a deep breath and pushed open the closed door.

Before seeing anything, a bloody smell that makes one want to vomit hits one's face.

Immediately after, accompanied by the smell of blood, thick fog rolled out from the gate. Milton and others could only take a few steps back to avoid the impact of the fog. After a few minutes, the bloody hall where the fog cleared became clear.

More than a dozen pot-shaped kerosene lamps were hung on the beams of the house, and the swaying flames cast extremely faint light. On the ground, there was a lake of blood no bigger than ankles. Under the reflection of the blood, the firelight could illuminate the dark and dark hall. roughly.

In the empty lord's hall, there is only a weird scarecrow standing. The scarecrow faces the throne on the steps with its back to everyone. Its legs filled with straw and wooden branches stand side by side in the center of the hall, with its hands raised. He held a dark red lantern in his right hand. The metal red lantern swayed gently in the empty and dead hall without any wind, but made no sound.

In addition, there are only thirteen strange-shaped wooden stakes dripping blood that surround the outer circle of the scarecrow in an incomprehensible way. The source of the blood lake on the ground is the thirteen strange-shaped wooden stakes.

The eyes of the wooden post are round and protruding like sea fish, the nose of a deer is like ears and the body of a leopard. The hands and feet are in the shape of tentacles. The whole wooden post is full of holes. The blood was dripping on the ground, the blood flowed endlessly, completely infecting the whole ground, it seemed to be guarding the scarecrow in the center, and it seemed to imprison the scarecrow by flowing into the blood lake.

Shocked by the weird scene in front of him, Milton took a few steps back, allowing others to see the horrific scene in the hall. He always felt that he seemed to have seen the description of the scarecrow somewhere, but he couldn't think about it for a while. stand up.

"This scarecrow, I always feel a little familiar...Master Meimi, do you have any impression of this?"

Unable to figure it out, Milton decided to ask the mysterious Master Memie, but heard Master Memie utter terrifying words word by word.

"This scarecrow is the feared demon recorded in the Demon Handbook of the Emerald Territory, Milton, we are in trouble."

"Scarecrow, fear the devil...Your Excellency Milton, I remembered!"

Blofield, who was behind Milton, suddenly widened his eyes. The soldiers of the Emerald collar took the initiative to make room for Blofield, allowing him to come to the front of Milton and Memie.

"What do you remember?"

Milton didn't know what the Demacia Sword Captain wanted to say, but he didn't mind giving the Sword Captain some time.

"I thought about the scarecrow, there are many records of scarecrows in Fossbarrow in Demacia,

Every few decades, Fossbarrow and several surrounding villages will suddenly have many missing persons. The Demacia Demon Guard has investigated the situation there several times. At first we thought it was an evil mage again. cause trouble……"

Glancing at Memi who was wearing a robe, Bloomfield decided to skip describing how the Demacians viewed mages.

"But later, the Arcatraz couldn't find any trace of the mage at all, and even the Arcatraz disc showed no sign of any magic element flowing. After many inquiries and visits, in desperation, the Arcatraz Guards could only record After hearing the ravings of some villagers, the case was hastily closed, only saying it was a 'collective hysteria', until the end I didn't figure out what was going on.

If the problem cannot be solved, the Arcatraz can only forcibly take away those who have experienced the incident, strictly ban the news of the scarecrow, and prevent the fear from spreading. "

Milton sneered, he would not let go of such a good opportunity to ridicule.

"Whispering... Hehe, you Demacia are really civilized and democratic, Captain Blofield Sword, I don't know if you know that the Scarecrow has also come to the Emerald Collar. When there are people missing, we 'barbarians' 'It's not so easy to fool, although I paid some price, but I still figured out what the hell is hurting our people, learn from Captain Blofield, and see how we Noxus barbarians Do things..."

Shaking his head at Tina, who was a little angry, Bloomfield did not refute Milton's words, but just watched Milton silently and said to the short female mage beside him.

"Master Meimi, I want to hear your advice."

After bowing her head and pondering for a while, Memi said in a low voice.

"The source of the gray mist is between these bloody wooden stakes. We must destroy the wooden stakes to destroy the flowing gray fog and get out of this strange space, but the problem is... things are not so easy to handle."

Frowning, Milton, who heard the meaning behind the words, sighed and set his eyes on the scarecrow.

"If I'm not wrong, the problem should be the fear of demons, right?"