League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"The Noxian army has appeared on the outskirts of the Silent Forest!"

By the time the Demacia cavalry scouts arrived at the outpost, several soldiers had already lined up to wait, but the panic on their faces could not be concealed. Rather than saying that they were lining up to meet the enemy, they were preparing to line up and flee.

Although no one looked down on the barbarians of Noxus in the chat, but after seeing the well-trained army, the soldiers still felt a different momentum.

Prohibition by order is not like something that a barbarian who can only behead his head can do, but rather like an elite soldier of the Demacia Legion.

"Don't be afraid, I've seen it, what we have to do now is to be vigilant, not panic, this will only make us a dead soul under the sword."

Coming down from the Green Tooth Peak, the Demacian sentinel wearing simple leather armor looked stern and cheered up the soldiers.

"I've already sent someone to report to General Oren. Don't panic, the Noxus should be heading for the Forest of Tranquility, otherwise they won't let Sventer back."

"Chief Winster is right. The Noxians did not chase me. Their goal was the Forest of Tranquility."

Dismounting from the horse, Sventer confirmed Winster's words, and let the remaining four sentries breathe a sigh of relief.

"Did they not show hostility?"

"No, I ran away only because I saw that army."

Winston pondered for a moment, touched the short beard on his chin, and said slowly.

"Although the Noxus occupied the Nokomochi Plain, they have not shown any hostility towards us, and we cannot start the war lightly. This matter is waiting for General Oren to deal with it. We cannot decide... Sven Tell, you should continue to guard the periphery, and the Noxus should come back and report in time if there is any trouble!"

"clear."

Watching Sventer leave, whistle chief Winster sighed.

"Better not to fight..."

...

Demacia settlement, a simple training ground built by Baishi.

With a serious face, Oren swung the wooden broadsword for training, easily blocked the attack of his subordinates, and then kicked his capable subordinate, feeling a little angry.

"Trivikon! Where is your strength? Is this the fighting attitude you use to deal with those bandits and Freljord savages?"

Getting up from the ground, Trivikon picked up his broad wooden sword and saluted Oren respectfully.

"General Oren, I have tried my best, and I am sure that I am not your opponent."

Glancing at Trivikon, Oren looked at the other soldiers on the training ground, a little bit resentful.

"I told you a long time ago, on the training ground, don't treat me as a general! I, like you, are just an ordinary soldier in Demacia! When dealing with battles, you must go all out!"

"Yes, General, we have always understood that."

"General Oren, your strength is indeed very strong, it's not that we didn't go all out."

"General Oren, you just fought Trivikon, are you not injured?"

Everything has two sides, a strong reputation and admiration are good things, but not absolute good things.

Looking at the soldiers who were always coaxing themselves like babies, even Oren couldn't get angry and couldn't help sighing.

"Olen, I'll fight you!"

Having been eager to try, he took down a large wooden stick that was as high as three of his own from the weapon rack, and Bobby came to Oren with a serious face, and played a stick flower on top of his head.

With a flash in front of his eyes, Oren smiled at his yordle friend, and put on a fighting stance.

"Bobby, come on."

After the words fell, the smiles of the two disappeared instantly, and the chilling atmosphere enveloped the training ground in an instant, and the two rushed to each other at the same time, fighting together.

Crackling and colliding sounds kept ringing out, Bobby's cudgel skills improved a lot through continuous practice, especially taking advantage of his short height, the long stick swept across, specializing in the tall Oren's next three lanes, allowing Oren From time to time, he had to fend off fatal attacks poking at his lower body.

The man knows that the yordle in front of him has always been upright and honest no matter what he does.

If he couldn't stop it, I'm afraid the man named Oren would have no offspring, and Bobby would also lose his best human friend and old father.

After fighting for a while, Oren continued to feed Bobby with moves, and Bobby had already exhausted all his strength, but there was a huge gap between the yordle and the tall human general that could not be ignored in terms of strength or skill.

"Ha!!"

Seeing that his attack was blocked by the impenetrable sword wall, Bobby gritted his teeth panting heavily, and took advantage of the gap when Oren retracted the broad sword, and threw his long wooden stick towards Oren's lower abdomen.

Already having a super-sensitive defensive perception of his lower body, Oren changed his move temporarily, using a broad sword to block the flying sticks, and then he saw Bobby who opened his arms and threw himself at his waist and hips. To hug yourself.

"Well done!"

Throwing aside the broad wooden sword casually, taking advantage of the length of his hands, Oren came after him and hugged Bobby's small body with his backhand,

Just about to throw the brave yordle warrior to the ground, he was knocked back by the suddenly intensified powerful impact, and immediately felt a pain in his lower abdomen. Here comes a kick.

"Look at the feet!"

The hard iron armor used for training has a cute little footprint.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it was not a fatal attack...

"General Oren!"

Some recruits watching the battle exclaimed, but were stopped by their companions.

"That's how General Oren fought with that yordle, don't panic, that yordle is friends with General Oren, she won't really hurt General Oren."

After a little understanding of the relationship between the two parties, the recruit looked nervously at the training ground again, but it was General Oren who picked up the blue-skinned yordle and threw it into the distance like a big stone, instead of directly Fell to the hard ground.

Sure enough, General Oren didn't use much strength at all.

After rolling and falling several times, his whole body was covered with sand, Bobby stood up from the ground with a look of embarrassment, wiped his mouth, but he didn't mean to admit defeat, but his momentum rose.

"Come again!"

Rubbing his deflated abdomen, Oren was also full of fighting spirit.

"bring it on!"

The two wrestled together again, and the training ground was filled with dust for a while. After the blow, the two let go of their hands and feet completely, each with bruised noses and swollen faces. Even the Demacia veteran couldn't stand it.

However, the soldiers understood that this was the most satisfying and happiest state for General Oren, so no one stopped him, so as not to defeat General Oren's interest.

A fast horse came galloping from outside the barracks, and a small blue flag was planted behind the messenger soldier. Pedestrians along the way took the initiative to avoid it, obviously it was an urgent military situation.

"General Oren! Urgent military situation! General Oren! Urgent military situation!!"

Stopping what he was doing, he shook his head at Bobby as a signal to stop fighting temporarily. Oren frowned and looked at the messenger soldiers in a hurry.

Rolling and crawling off the horse, he came to Oren's side. The messenger soldier approached Oren's ear, causing the other soldiers who wanted to know something to shake their heads in disappointment.

After the messenger soldiers retreated, Oren patted the dust off his body, and calmly gave orders.

"First Legion of Demacia, all wear armor and swords, assemble!"