League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Epee swinging, long-distance running with heavy loads, short-distance sprinting, combat sparring...

Participate in public selection during the day, and sleep in separate beds with fellow soldiers in the barracks at night.

The comprehensive combat training selection lasted five days. At dusk on the fifth day, the exhausted candidates and soldiers finally ended the first selection under the order of the veteran Yingwei Darbis.

There were fewer and fewer people around Kraken, and finally 16 people remained in front of the selection officers and veterans, and the other 74 people were all eliminated and remained in the Demacia First Legion.

The too strict selection criteria shocked all Demacians, and they also gained a new understanding of the combat effectiveness and the supreme glory of the Steel Swordsmen Legion.

On the sixth day, 16 soldiers who stood out were brought by Gavindark for a talk, rehearsing numerous honors for the Steel Swordsmen Legion.

On the seventh day, on the training ground open to the people of Demacia.

Hundreds of Demacians quietly watched behind the legionary soldiers, the sixteen most powerful soldiers in Demacia's history, witnessing the birth of the most powerful legion in Demacia.

The itchy scar-faced veteran was gone, and it was Demacia's highest consul, Gavindark, who appeared before the sixteen people.

"You are the best soldiers in Demacia, the best of the best."

Moving slowly among the soldiers standing in two rows with their chests raised, Gavindark's voice was full of majesty.

"The First Demacia Legion has 523 members (including logistics and training militiamen), 64 people participated in the selection of the Steel Swordsmen Legion through internal elections, and 64 people participated in the selection of the Steel Swordsmen Legion through external elections. Twenty-eight people, a total of ninety-two people participated in the selection."

Kraken, who was a little nervous, held his breath slightly, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he felt that Jarvandark, who had the highest authority in Demacia, walked behind him.

"The ninety-two are the best among the five hundred and twenty-three Demacia fighters, and you are the stronger among the ninety-two, the strongest among the best! You are the well-deserved pillars of the Demacia nation!"

Looking at the stalwart man from the corner of his eyes, a fire ignited in the chests of the soldiers present.

The suffering and hardships that I have suffered, seem to disappear completely at this moment.

"The Demacia Steel Swordsman Legion will become the pride of the Demacia people, the sharpest sword in Demacia! The strongest shield! Tell me! Do you have the confidence to defend the glory of Demacia with your life?"

"Demacia! Unite as one! Demacia! Justice must prevail!!"

"it is good!"

Returning to the front of the crowd, Gavindark raised the scepter in his hand high during the oath of sixteen people.

"Give the sword!"

The sixteen people knelt down on one knee in accordance with the procedures that had been arranged, with their waists straight and their eyes straight ahead.

Some legionnaires held gorgeous and graceful Demacian Mithril swords and placed them on the hands of sixteen people. The Mithril swords were solemnly held up by powerful hands.

"Raise the sword!"

In Gavindark's majestic voice, the sixteen people stood up with steel swords in their hands, clasped their hands tightly, stretched their arms, stood the steel swords straight on the midline of their chests, and stared straight ahead with resolute eyes.

"Give armor!"

The mithril-inlaid iron-leather armor with a blue cloak was directly worn by the honored soldiers of the legion surrounded by the front and back. Gavindark frowned when he saw the unattractive mithril-inlaid iron-leather armor.

"Zhenjia!"

Sixteen soldiers took a step forward, put their swords in front of their right chests, and quickly stood still, with sixteen dark blue cloaks fluttering wantonly, majestic and majestic.

"vow!"

"Brave and fearless! Never retreat until death! The steel sword will never break! Glory to the strong city!"

"Army~Success!!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!!!"

The people of Demacia began to cheer, and began to pour out joyful emotions.

Surrounded by the eager gazes of hundreds of people, Kraken stared at the steel sword placed on his right chest. On the cold edge of the sword, what he saw was a pretty face as gentle as the first snow.

At this moment, is she looking at herself?

...

Emerald Collar, the humble underground headquarters of the Nightblade Killer.

Because there happened to be granite veins underground, the excavation and construction work of the construction stonemasons was much easier. Under Leicester's signal, more than a dozen construction stonemasons simply settled down in the ground, commanding more than 30 emerald collar workers. The citizens are digging and expanding the bunker every day.

Although the speed is slow, there is progress every day, which is much better than the Lord's Castle.

The roughly mined granite stone has been carefully polished and cut into pieces of granite square bricks, which makes the dark underground space a little more clean and tidy, at least it is no longer the caveman at the beginning.

The extra stones, earth and rocks were also stored in the warehouse near the lord's mansion as backup building materials for the later construction of the lord's castle.

After arranging for several night blade killers to continue escorting the logging camp in the Silent Forest, Morris returned to the dark underground again and lived in his new room.

The room that had not been completed before leaving last time had already taken shape at this time.

There are black iron hoops on the granite stone bricks, and under the hoops are placed ash pans to catch the burnt ashes and dripping grease,

Inside the hoops were bright torches, illuminating the gloomy room and dispelling the darkness.

There are two air vents on the ceiling, which are connected to the ground surface after a complex lane change system, delivering a steady stream of fresh air underground.

The room is neither too big nor too small, at least according to Morris, a single room can fit a single bed, a lockable cabinet, a table and a chair are enough, nothing more significance.

Lying on the wooden bed covered with cotton pads, Morris stared at the bright ceiling in a daze.

"Boom boom boom~ are you here?"

"Enter."

Sitting up from the bed, the wooden door fitted with iron sheets has been opened, and a hippie smiling face walked in.

He still can't change it, but he doesn't need to change it.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Have."

The upright appearance was ruined by the weird expression, and the smiling man was not polite, he sat down on the wooden chair and crossed his legs on Morris's table.

Morris frowned.

"look for a job?"

"Something happened."

Hector took out a small wooden box from his arms, pinched a handful of brown grass leaves and threw it into his mouth, squinting his eyes and chewing carefully, with a look of enjoyment.

Morris knew that the brown blade of grass was a slightly poisonous plant unique to Tranquil Forest. The next piece of skin, Hector, came out of the Forest of Tranquility and began to chew the leaves of confinement white grass.

"I heard that the adults are looking for you?"

Too lazy to look at Hector again, Morris lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

"right."

Feeling the sense of comfort coming from his brain, Hector shuddered, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

"Go?"

"Ok."

After getting an affirmative answer, Hector put his legs off the table and walked to the bedside, his fingers began to tremble non-stop.

"I'm going."

"have you."

"time?"

"Wait."

"Wait?"

Opening his eyes, staring at the ghost-like face under the firelight, Morris grinned, and his facial muscles began to twist.

"Wait."

Some readers reported that they felt bored seeing unfamiliar characters, and couldn’t understand the meaning of writing these characters. I think it’s my fault. The writing skills are not in place, not interesting enough, and I didn’t explain clearly. I have limited abilities, and I am working hard to learn and improve. I will introduce the general background and origin of these characters in the character details. If you don’t understand, you can go to the character introduction to let everyone have some clues.

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Let me explain a little bit. It is impossible for a million-word novel that wants to support the alliance universe to write familiar alliance characters all day long. The heroes in the alliance game are just high-ranking hero symbols, not ordinary people who deal with daily necessities. I did it It is to turn the hero from a few lines and four skills into a mortal with flesh and blood,

The Runeterra I wrote is everyone’s Runeterra, not the heroes’ Runeterra. What I wrote was a story, the Runeterra in the background of the alliance, not a story about one or a few heroes. Naturally there will be Many original characters to support the world, to show you a real Runeterra,

If you want to read hero stories, you can go to the official website of the alliance to read, it is easy to find,

It is really not easy to create an original character. It needs to fit the background, reflect a certain social characteristic, and have a connection with the future world. Please understand,

I write every day that Poppy can’t show the attitudes of the various classes in Demacia towards magicians and the concept of marriage, nor can I describe how the predecessor of [Fearless Pioneer] [Steel Swordsman Legion] was established, nor can it explain the crown. How did Lux, the light mage of the Wei family, get here?