League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Hundreds of corpses flowed down the river, and the rays of light from the sky spread their last tenderness to the increasingly cold earth, reflecting a faint layer of blood on the beautiful Huanxi River.

After the attack, the fleet rested on the Fantasy River for two days. It was only when no more Noxian bodies were found on the river bed and along the banks that the fleet put aside its memory of the dead and continued to move forward.

Without spending much effort, Night Blade's torturer took out the information Lester wanted from the frightened prisoner's mouth.

There are two groups of attackers. One of them is the Navoli Brotherhood, an old acquaintance. Needless to say, judging from the Brotherhood’s increasingly impatient and frequent attacks, Camille and her magic crystal tactical team should He put in a lot of effort secretly,

At least the veteran assassins of the Brotherhood are on pins and needles, wanting to dig deep into the ground to hang up the unknown force that stole their butts for three days and three nights. When they can't find the target, it is obvious that the Brotherhood has pinned the crime on them. On the Noxian's head.

Another group of guys who use special natural spiritual power to build ships are cultists who believe in the Natural Spirit Sect. Even Navoli's killers don't know how their organization hooked up with these perverts.

There are also believers of the Spirit of Nature among the prisoners. Unfortunately, these believers are just the outermost cannon fodder.

Except for a nature spirit priest named [Hogan], these idiots know nothing about what they believe in, and they can fool people to the point of voluntarily committing suicide without knowing anything. Lester also I don’t know if I should admire the Nature Spirit Sect for their means or if the Ionians lack faith and abandon their brains to self-destruction.

"I was just thinking about how to deal with this group of extreme environmentalists, but I didn't expect them to come to my door like this."

On the deck, Lester enjoyed the quiet Ionian night with Syndra's company.

The life on the ship was quite boring. Apart from being affectionate with Sindra in the room, Lester would go on the deck every day to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the coast. This has evolved into a fixed habit.

The fantasy style of Ionia is different from most places in Runeterra. It is like a fantasy mixed between the spiritual realm and the material realm of Bandel, finding a balance between the innocence of fairy tales and the cruelty of the world.

When the day is high, unknown golden streams like wheat ears sometimes appear in the sky and on the earth. At night, the cold crescent moon as big as a jade plate hangs in the night sky with twinkling stars. If you are lucky, you can still see it. Seeing the continuous rain of meteors and comet tails, just like the golden stream of light during the day, I don’t know where they come from and where they are going.

Silver fireflies perch on the gray-brown cloud forest like stone monuments, and birds that look like owls hover on both sides of the river bank.

At the end of the horizon, ancient stone pillars and palaces like hanging castles are covered with ancient ivy vines. The ancient battlefield with countless magic restrictions is like a stone sword that opened up the world. At night, there will be a ten-meter-high dark blue talisman. The giant statue of Wen climbed up from the rubble and stood in the graveyard composed of broken swords and halberds, staring into the eternal distance.

Ionia, known as the land of birth, has too many secrets, and the sacred forest Omikayalan is just one of them. There is no telling how many things are worth discovering under the dust buried by history. This is One of the reasons Leicester must win against Ionia.

At this point, he can only drive this ancient war machine of the Noxus Empire forward, either crushing all obstacles that stand in the way of becoming the Supreme of Runeterra, or crashing to death under the high wall of the world. Regardless of whether he succeeds or not, at least it is the result of his hard work and he will not regret it.

"What are you going to do, teacher? Are you going to send the Night Blade to track down the secrets of the Nature Spirit Sect?"

Sensing something strange about Lester, Sindra took the initiative to hold the man's right hand.

Gently hugging Syndra, in the nearly thousand years of being a long-lived species, Leicester has long abandoned the way of thinking of short-lived species, not to mention the human taboos that ordinary people need to consider.

In fact, if he is given another chance to return to his previous life, he will definitely hug his apprentice Elena without hesitation, and lead his naughty and good apprentice all the way out of the organization and fly away.

If the organization dares to continue to be unrelenting, he doesn't mind completely destroying the organization.

"I have a better candidate for this matter."

Feeling Syndra's warm and soft body, Lester's mind gradually relaxed.

"This person made friends all over the world in order to pass down the martial arts. He once traveled around the continent of Ionia alone. He also has superb martial arts strength and a very deep understanding of ancient culture."

The blushing Sindra huddled in the man's arms, feeling the carefree peace and contentment, but gave up thinking.

"Teacher, who is this person?"

Lester felt a little amused when he thought that Syndra took the initiative to ask him about [Weapon Master] more than twenty years ago.

Sure enough, women with a love brain are idiots who can't think.

"You should have heard of this person, think about it? How boring would it be to tell you directly?"

Syndra, who pursed her lips, tried to find a candidate who met the criteria in her own impression, but after much thought, she came up blank. Only the teacher's body kept transmitting warmth to herself, making it impossible for her to exert even half of her strength.

This feeling is so shameful...

"Syndra?"

"Huh? I, I don't know...I'm sorry..."

Looking at the somewhat flustered Sindra in his arms, he knew that under his doting, Sindra would give up her ability to think independently as long as she was around him, and Lester would not be able to continue teasing this forty-year-old girl. .

Speaking of which, this was the result of his own efforts to control Syndra with his emotions.

"Weapons Master Jax, have you heard of it? Have you ever seen a burning lamppost? Have you ever suffered from a three-finger casserole fist?"

Syndra's eyes widened.

"I've been talking for a long time, so it's Master Jax? I just said why are you so familiar...wait, Master Jax is in Ionia?"

Lester smiled and nodded.

"To be precise, it was in Presidence. This guy used the Blade of Night to convey his request for a meeting to me. It just so happened that he was attacking Presidence this time, so he would definitely come to visit me.

He is definitely not willing to help us fight the Ionians from the perspective of the invaders, but he is definitely willing to smash the heads of those cultists with a lamppost.

Believe me, there is no one in Runeterra better suited to investigate the secrets of the Nature Spirit Cult than Jax and his disciples. "

…

The petals of peach blossoms fell from the window.

In a private room in a tavern in Presidence, Jax, wrapped in a cloak, sat on the window seat, carefully lifting the metal porous mask halfway to reveal his mouth, chewing the blood-streaked beef chunks. ,

At the opposite table, an old bald monk who took out his money bag was persuading him earnestly.

"Master Jax, I know there are some things that bother you..."

Before Jax could say anything, the bald monk continued.

"Although it is annoying, I still want to say that you are a highly respected martial arts benchmark in the land of birth. Faced with the unjust acts of the Noxians, you should raise the banner and lead us martial arts people to fight against Noxus." The invasion of the Sri Lankan people, now that Karma has been reincarnated and rebuilt, the gate of Kyouji Temple is closed, the Ryūnyin style is groveling, you are the only one willing to stand up..."

After swallowing the delicious beef piece in one bite, Jax raised his few three fingers and shook them vigorously.

"I don't want to, really, Master Gon Custer, I have my own things to do here, not to participate in the war between you Ionians and Noxians. If I face the void, I will definitely Take action, but things between countries...

My status is really not suitable for me to get involved. What’s more, Shuoji Temple, the hometown of your Vajra Sect, doesn’t seem to have the same opinions. What’s the point of asking me, an outsider? "

After saying that, Jax stared directly at the fourth empty plate, and Gun Custer could only painfully ask the store owner to order another four pounds of rare beef.

Already aware of Jax's insufficiency, Gun Custer took a deep breath, perfectly displayed the characteristics of an ascetic, and continued without any discouragement.

"Anyone who wavers will stand up and become a resister after seeing the brutality of the Noxians. Before more Ionians understand that we have no retreat, we need..."

"But how come I heard that Noxians committed no crimes after entering the country?"

Taking the four plates of beef from the waiter's hand, under the trembling gaze of the waiter, Jax bit into the beef chunks with his big dark purple mouth, and swallowed half a catty as soon as he closed his mouth.

Gun Castor waved his hand, and the waiter swallowed his saliva and fled in panic.

What kind of weirdo is this? No wonder you have to eat well-cooked beef.

"As far as I know, in the past six months or so, after Philo Island was ruled by the Noxians, many Ionians and Vastayans chose to immigrate from the east to join the Noxus Empire? What if Nok If the Sarsians are really so cruel, why would you Ionians take the initiative to jump into the wolf den? Are you all fools?"

Feeling a little uncomfortable at Jax's words, Gang Custer rubbed his shaved head and explained with a grimace.

"Presumably they were beguiled by the sweet words of the Noxians. Who doesn't know that the dark wizards of the Noxians like to confuse people's hearts the most?

Master Jax, this is what the Noxians do when they see our numbers. If we really want the Noxians to gain a firm foothold in the newly born land, then the sword will be added to Ionia. Life will only get sweeter as time goes by. Those who think it is not sweet will be buried by you. By then it will be too late to resist. "

After eating the third piece of beef, Jax burped, drank the chrysanthemum tea in the cup, and took off the porous mask, thus exposing Jax's abnormal appearance.

There are two ugly spiral holes on the wrinkled purple skin, and the flat facial features are basically distorted. There is no beard or hair on the smooth face, and the protruding dark purple eyes have eight large and small ones.

The four eyes near the sides of the cheeks will involuntarily shift to the sides, perfectly inconsistent with the main line of sight in the center. The jagged teeth are still stained with raw beef bloodshot, making it look like they just ate it. Extraordinary monster.

Facing Jax's blank gaze, Gun Custer, who was mentally attacked, closed his eyes and almost fainted.

With a hint of mockery on his lips, Jax stuffed the last piece of beef into his mouth, put on his mask again, and stood up.

"Did you see it? In the eyes of most people, I am just a monster who survived the void war in Icathia.

You Ionians should not let a monster from a foreign country become the benchmark for martial arts. I have met many capable people and strangers in this beautiful land. You should believe that even without Jax, Ionian The demihumans can also fight against the Noxians, and Master Gon Custer is asked to stay here, and Jax is grateful. "

The resolute weapons master left the private room on the second floor with his lamppost, walking very gracefully,

Gang Castor opened his eyes and sighed deeply, but he didn't know when he saw a tavern waiter standing next to him who was still frightened.

"Well, well, together with the tea and the one-month room booked by the person just now, the total is one gold and thirty-two silver. Thank you for your patronage..."

"How much did you say? Do you repeat it again!?"

Hearing this, the ascetic monk Gang Castor suddenly stood up and grabbed the attendant's collar with a look of disbelief. The attendant trembled with an expression that looked worse than crying.

"One, one gold and thirty-two silvers. Sir, as a revered monk, you don't want to eat the Overlord's meal, right?"

Gang Castor looked down at the three cups of scented tea and eight empty plates on the table with a dull face. He just wanted to say hello to the attendant's eighteenth-generation mother. I sat here from beginning to end with a dry mouth and tried to persuade the lady. Void monster that eats only beef without food or salt, which of your eyes has ever seen me fucking eat anything?

Thinking so, Gang Custer, who represented the ascetic monk, really couldn't do such a rude act, so he could only swallow the foul language back into his stomach with difficulty.

"Don't worry, you won't be short of money."

With a cold voice, Gun Castor kept shaking at the same frequency as the attendant, picked up the money bag, and opened the mouth of the bag. The monk, who was suffocating, saw that there was only one gold or dozens of coppers in the bag, and he couldn't help but collapse for a moment. Taking a breath of cool air,

The eight gold coins that he originally planned to bribe Jax were all spent within a week. Counting the private money he had saved from his wife for several years, it seems that he still owes more than thirty silver coins?

There is so much money, but all the food and drinks are gone? Even a fucking pig wouldn’t be so edible, would it? And you can just leave if the deal breaks down, and use my money to book a hotel room for another month?

Jax, are you a fucking human?

Mom gave birth to it, right?

"Then, that...guest officer?"

Under the horrified gaze of the attendant, Gun Custer took off the cloth monk's robe directly. The old monk with red eyes handed the clothes and money bag to the attendant, and the knotted muscles on his body swelled.

"There are still thirty-two silvers left. I'll give you the clothes and I'll come back to you in a while. Do you think it's okay? Huh!?"

"Uncle! You can do whatever you want! I'm just a handyman, please spare me!"