League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Open your eyes, sit up in bed,

Hector gritted his teeth to suppress the smile on his face, the corners of his lips were torn and dripping with blood.

Taking out the Yuezibai Anesthetic Herb from the box, Hector pinched a pinch and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly mixed with the smell of blood, heaved a long sigh of relief.

The brain became numb, and the nightmare finally went away.

Clenching his hands tightly, the joints made a noise, and Hector fell to the ground, walking around in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

"Boom boom boom~"

The aimless footsteps stopped, Hector grinned unconsciously, and opened the door.

Outside the door are Morris and Dimaster.

"My lord is here, come with me."

Hector smiled, wiping the corners of his chapped lips.

"it is good."

Afterwards, Morris approached Nosless and Didist, and the five of them walked straight into the bunker hall closest to the ground without talking nonsense.

"Lord Leicester, I brought him."

Lester glanced at the four people in front of him and said in a deep voice.

"You only have this chance."

The man's voice was ruthless.

"After this time, I will get everything from you, including your soul. You must serve me for life, and your descendants must also serve the Emerald Leader and my descendants. You will never be betrayed, and you will always live in the dark underground. Death is your companion...it is still too late to refuse now."

"Of course, your order is the meaning of my future life, my master."

Knowles, with a delicate face, bent his knees first, knelt down slowly, and put his head on the ground.

"The revenge is over, I listen to you."

With bloody bandages wrapped around his hands, Demaster's words were concise and powerful.

Lester looked at the other two.

"it is good."

Hector only said one word, while the last person named 'Deidist' just nodded silently without saying a word.

"In that case, come with me, you get used to the new equipment today, and set off tomorrow."

The six people came to the barracks. At this time, the last batch of equipment packed in wooden crates was also unloaded in the warehouse, and placed next to the large shield standing against the wall.

Opening the large wooden boxes, Lester found the suit boxes of Dance of Death, and distributed them to five people in sequence according to their number and size.

"This is equipment customized according to your body type, and you will wear this when you go out this time."

"Master, this is really a beautiful thing like a work of art. May I know her name?"

Nosless caressed his own Dance of Death, his eyes blurred.

"This set of light armor is called Dance of Death, and it's magic steel equipment made of the orichanite unique to the Emerald Collar."

After briefly explaining the characteristics and additional equipment of Dance of Death to the five people, Lester let the five people explore by themselves.

"Master, can I call her Hisslena?"

Hearing the same name as Northlace's fiancée, Lester nodded.

"How to name it is your own business, you don't need to ask me."

"Oh, my Hisslana~ You have finally returned to my side again, and I will never let you leave me again."

Unlike Nosless, who was always touching, Hector only checked the weapons that came with Dance of Death first, and finally fixed his gaze on the four magic steel throwing knives.

The magic steel flying knife is top-heavy, suitable for spinning and throwing, not only that.

From Hector's point of view, these four thin-bladed flying knives seem to be more suitable for skinning.

Didist took off the black leather armor in silence, put on the dance of death, and began to move his body to adapt to the weapon.

Studying the exquisite dark blood hand crossbow, Di Master quickly became familiar with the use method, and couldn't help admiring the design of the pulley.

"The dark blood crossbow's dark blood crossbow has the effect of piercing armor and can be recycled many times. The steel arrow wears out faster than the dark blood crossbow. It can be thrown away after it can't be used, but the dark blood crossbow is not a last resort. It should be used as much as possible. Recover the arrows in a timely manner to prevent the magic steel from leaking out."

Morris directly removed the magic steel short thorn. After unfolding the magic steel folding stick, he screwed the rebar of the short thorn handle section on the hollow gun end of the folding stick, and finally screwed the folded fracture with a metal hoop. A metal spear with a height of 1.8 meters appeared in his hand.

"This time you head to the north, you must hone your killing skills as much as possible while keeping your identities secret. Robbers, gangsters, and all villains who show hostility to you will become your prey, and you don't need any kindness. , The wicked and the weak can be killed, but the innocent must never be killed. The bottom line I will tell you is the rules of killing that must be followed and must not be violated.

Remember, you are nightblades, work as a team,

It can be assassinated or overtly killed, as long as all the enemies are wiped out and no one escapes, it is considered qualified. "

After a pause, Lester looked at the people who stopped their movements and looked at him, and continued.

"After killing the enemy, remember to cut off the right ear of the strong enemy. Supervised by Morris, in addition to the revenge action, everyone needs to kill three strong enemies, cut off the right ear of the strong enemy and bring them back.

You only have three months. If you come back outside the time, even if you complete your revenge, I will not use you again. I don’t need incompetent waste. Of course, you can also choose to defect and find a place to live in seclusion. I don't care, it's just that you have to be prepared to pay the price. "

"Master, we will never..."

"You don't need to make promises to me, Nosleys. Guarantees and oaths are worthless to me."

Interrupting Knowles, Lester said coldly.

"I need to see your actions, not words, remember, reward me with actions."

"yes."

...

If you can cross the Shimmering Silver Mountains from the Forest of Tranquility, you can see a seaside village built on a rugged mountain.

This village does not have a name, or it has a name given by the villagers themselves.

Triwell, a lonely place.

"On that mountain lived a strange visitor."

The young Isaiah always listened to his mother chanting, which made him a little more curious who liked to explore.

"Mom, what kind of strange visitor is this?"

Whenever Isaiah asked this question, the weather-stained woman would always look strange, followed by an overly deliberate and harsh accusation.

"Isaiah, let your sheep go! Don't ask so many questions!"

"Oh."

Obediently leaving, Isaiah never gave up the opportunity to explore, and the flock moved closer and closer to the mountain.

"Hable! Keep an eye on the sheep, I'll be back in a while!"

"Wow!"

The shepherd dog barked twice obediently, and followed the head sheep closely.

Relieved, Isaiah started running in the mountains,

Children who grow up in the mountains are always accompanied by farmland or pastures, and running is just the simplest daily life.

He climbed over two mountains, three mountains, however, he found nothing.

"What kind of strange visitor is it?"

Scratching his head, although a little unwilling, Isaiah had to leave.

Because some readers of C72 think the plot is too cruel, so q will not release the original version, if you want to see it, you can chat with me privately.