League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Waking up sweating profusely, he heard the dull sound of horns unique to Noxus. Winster turned over and sat up with lingering fear, his brain was a little confused.

The wonderful dream was shattered, and the cold reality appeared before his eyes.

The sound of the Noxus bugle echoed in the sky, arousing the tense nerves of all Demacians.

This is simply the worst possible situation.

Winston couldn't care about anything else, a Jiling rolled up from the wooden bed at the outpost, picked up the long sword on the wall and ran out.

The rest of the sentinels breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the chief sentry come out, at least they didn't have to go in to disturb the chief's dream.

Several sentries looked at each other, then looked away at the same time, with a natural look on their faces.

At this moment, Swentel just ran into the outpost at the east foot of Green Tooth Peak, and got off his horse anxiously. Winster went up to meet him, with a tense face, and said in a deep voice.

"The Noxians are calling? How many are there?"

"No, they just assembled and lined up. It looks like there are more than a hundred people."

"Will they call?"

"Probably not, they are taking a defensive stance."

"Why are they lining up?"

Sventel frowned.

"I don't know, maybe it's a warning?"

Why do people who know how to take a nap every day have so many questions?

"There must be a reason for them to line up, and we must act accordingly..."

The chaotic Winston was half-spoken when a scout on a fast horse came running from behind the post. The serious-looking rider pulled the reins and let out a 'sigh', and the horse stopped in front of the sentry, panting.

"General Oren's First Army will be here soon. How can you be so panic-stricken? Hurry up and get ready to meet General Oren!"

After being reprimanded by the scouts of the First Legion, Winster thought of another aspect instead, and his face was a little unsightly.

"Is the defense in line for General Oren's First Army? How did the Noxus know about General Oren's arrival before we did?"

...

Oren, who led the army, arrived under the Green Tooth Peak, the last outpost on the outermost ring of the Demacia border,

Oren met the director of the outpost in the outpost, the great sentinel Winster who was willing to station in the most dangerous area.

It's just that the smell of this outpost is weird, the beds are not folded, and there is a smell that belongs to men inside and out, but thinking that a group of men will not have any smell when they are together, Oren is relieved .

Taking a deep look at Winster, he looked away from Bobby, who was covering his nose and frowning. Oren, who still had bruises on his face, coughed twice.

"Tell me about the outpost."

Scratching his head, Winston glanced awkwardly at General Oren, whose right cheek was a bit swollen, hesitated, and decided to turn a blind eye.

"Currently there are a total of outposts..."

After briefly summarizing the situation at the outpost to General Oren, Winston closed his mouth and looked at Oren eagerly.

Nodding to Winster, Oren continued to ask

"Are the Noxians still in the Forest of Silence? What is their purpose in the Forest of Silence?"

"Yes, they are still there, and they have also established a camp, presumably it will not be a temporary idea,

The Noxians have been transporting some kind of black wood five days ago. I asked Orion about it. It is black stone wood in the depths of the Forest of Tranquility. It can be seen that they must build a semi-permanent logging camp. . "

"Does he, the Noxian, express some kind of hostility toward us, in your opinion?"

Shaking his head, Winston was sure.

"No, my sentinel has confirmed this, but their soldiers often stare at my sentry. If staring is not hostile, it should not be hostile."

After pondering for a moment, Oren stood up.

"Looks like we might still be able to talk to the Noxians, young man, you..."

In the middle of the conversation, Oren looked at the sloppy whistle chief, and decided to change to a more reliable candidate.

"My lord general?"

"It's okay, you'd better take a rest and fold the quilt by the way."

Looking at Oren's back, Winster always felt that he seemed to have lost some opportunity, and could not help but curse secretly.

"Damn it! After all this talk, General Oren didn't even ask my name!"

Outside the sentry post, Oren immediately took a fancy to Sventel who was leading the horse.

It only took him three seconds to confirm that the person in front of him was a meticulous and responsible sentry.

"Soldier, what's your name?"

With his hands clenched in fists and crossed in front of his chest, Sventel bowed slightly and saluted Oren.

"Master General Oren, my name is Swentel."

Looking at Sventer who had a military look in front of him, Oren said in a deep voice with a good impression.

"Sventur, there is a very dangerous task for you now, ride your plain horse, go to the Noxus camp, tell them that Oren wants to talk to their highest officer, this Do you dare to accept the task?"

Turning on the horse directly, Sventel stared at Oren without fear.

"My lord, I am a sentry, and I am a soldier. Demacia's soldiers are never afraid of danger."

Watching Sventer leave, Oren withdrew his admiring gaze and looked at the yordle beside him.

"Bobby, what do you think of this man?"

Although it was a little surprising that Oren would ask himself such a question, Bobby still expressed his feelings.

"I think he looks a bit like you."

A smile appeared on Oren's face.

"I think so too. Maybe it's a bit of a waste of talent for him to be a sentry. Demacia's rangers haven't been established yet. Maybe I can let him try..."

...

Sventer got closer and closer to the military camp outside the Forest of Tranquility, and he could clearly feel that some kind of deadly murderous intent had locked on to him.

Undoubtedly, this soul-stirring murderous intent came from the other side, and his own life and death were no longer under his control.

He got off his horse, untied the saber around his waist towards the Noxus soldier, and slowly put it on the ground.

Fear doesn't do anything, he needs to suppress the fear to keep himself alive.

"Soldiers of Noxus! I am not hostile! I am Demacia's Sentinel Sventur! I have important news for your commander!"

He paused tentatively, waiting for a response from the Noxians.

"Unarm all your weapons! Sentinel Sventur! You can come here!"

Even though the evolved Demacian language and Noxus language are quite different, after all, both are from the ancient Valoran continental language, so Sventer probably understood the meaning of the opposite.

Even if you don't know how to write, you will always know the general meaning.

Then, he untied all his weapons and walked over.

Daily reflections in the little black house...Delete, delete, and delete TwT,

The impact of not being able to publish on time is too great. People can’t follow along and are unwilling to vote. It seems that the frequency of driving must be reduced in the future, otherwise it will always be a black room and I will have a headache.

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