League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The Immortal Bastion has never been more crowded than it has been since Rune Wars.

With old steps, Tasia leaned on a spiked wooden stick, squinting to enjoy the hustle and bustle of the fortress.

The precipitous walls of the city gate in the distance are filled with gorgeous flowers, which makes the indifferent gate wall a lot softer.

Many houses hung festive red carpets and trophies such as animal skull furs at the door, promoting bravery and decorating the lively streets.

Groups of children with long braids walked away amidst the sound of laughter, and more pedestrians completely forgot their tribes and merged into the residents of various ethnic groups in the immortal fortress of Noxus.

Barbarians have become a thing of the past, and now everyone has only one name, and that is Noxus.

The wandering life of the tribe in the past has been far away from the Roxy tribe. After settling down, the old man found that he liked the current life more than he imagined.

War and death are no longer the only ones for me.

After losing all the children, following that young and handsome adult, he had another grandson in an accident, a good grandson who ran around him with a bone ball made of a robber's skull.

"Grandma Tasia!"

Holding a round white bone ball, the boy ran to Tasia.

"Good boy, are you alone today? Where are your parents?"

"My father and Aunt Rita went to dance the battle dance, and I will definitely not come back to spend the night today. The mother in the animal dress found out that after my father danced, she also asked Uncle Moss to learn how to beat the animal skin war drum. My mother said that she studied very hard. , I won’t go home at night, let me find my father to play...

snort! I don't want to find dad, I want to play with grandma! "

Touching the little head of the little head, Tasia looked at the round head in the arms of the little head, and the old woman with a twitching mouth took the little head's little hand.

"Go, grandma will take you to a fun place."

"it is good!"

He happily shook the shiny round bone ball, and followed the old woman out of the residential area with his little head bouncing.

"Come and take a look~ A Shurima ancient relic pottery pot only costs ten Shurima copper coins! They are all good treasures that have just been excavated from Shurima's ancient tombs, and they can open genuine Shurima Ma royal gem!"

A brown-haired middle-aged man who was blind in one eye was standing on the side of the small vendor on Triumph Avenue, with more than a dozen integrated patterned pottery pots at his feet, which looked a bit old-fashioned.

The yelling with a southern mainland accent quickly attracted a lot of curious people, who stopped in front of the pot stand and became spectators.

"Grandma! Those jars are so strange? They are round and have big ears, like the sun?"

Tasia smiled, somewhat meaningfully.

"Come on, let's go and have a look."

In front of the grandmother and grandson, several interested Noxians were already standing.

"Hey! What do you mean by this jar? How dare you sell it for ten Shurima copper coins? I think this rotten jar is only worth half a copper coin!"

Seeing the aggressive barbarian in front of him, the pot seller was not angry.

"This is a good thing we ship across the ocean from Shurima in the south, brave man, believe me, if you can make a burial with gems and agates, then you will be rich, buy it The jar, open it, no matter what it is, it belongs to you, of course, it may also be something that is not very valuable... In short, no matter it is valuable or not, it will not be refunded..."

"Hey! I don't have the Shurima copper coins you mentioned! Can I trade you a chicken leg? Or can I have sex with you again?"

A rough Noxus woman with disheveled hair took big steps and stretched out holding a big chicken leg. The corner of the can seller's mouth twitched, and he was a little speechless.

"Sorry, the transaction only accepts Shurima coins, and does not accept barter. Big sister, I will not sell my body. If you want to insult me ​​with your body, you don't have to think about it. I cut it off earlier, do it. Nothing."

The corner of the woman's mouth twitched, and she took another look at the one-eyed man.

"You are a ruthless man... Okay, I won't make things difficult for you. If the chicken legs are no good, then I will give you a live chicken. I will make a cage for you to put the live chicken in, and you can take it away..."

"Sister, I'm sorry, I really can't do it. This is a small business. It's very dangerous to go to Shurima to find ancient ruins. I really can't transport live chickens back to Shurima. I have to be turned into a group of gluttons on the boat." Chicken bones..."

On the periphery of the crowd, the little boy held the old woman's hand, a little curious.

"Grandma, what is Shurima? Is Shurima rich?"

Patting the little boy's head fondly, Tasia raised her head and looked at the sun, her cloudy eyes were full of reminiscence.

"This is also the story my grandma told me...Shurima... used to be a great empire built on the desert. That empire had the most powerful angel warriors, and those angel warriors all had great power. The sky, which can enter the sea, is a god who descended from the sun and has the power of the sun... Some people call them god warriors.

That was a long, long time ago, so long ago that many people in Valoran have forgotten how long the Shurima Empire has passed.

When Shurima was the center of the world, angel warriors were invincible and invincible.

The invincible warriors made Shurima the sole ruler of the land. The powerful and rich Shurima Empire printed countless coins. Today, the metal coins popular in the entire southern continent and even the northern continent are all from the source. From the Shurima Empire.

Among them, the large gold coins printed with the faces of the Shurima emperors are the most valuable, and the rest of the silver and copper coins are also extremely valuable, and they are circulated throughout the entire continent, which is also a proof of the strength of Shurima.

Until now, the ancient coins of Shurima and the copper and silver coins left behind are the most popular coins among many tribes and countries. They are iron lumps that can be used to exchange things, and many people in our tribe have no less. "

"Shurima is amazing!"

On the other hand, the man selling the pot could not help but wink at his companions in the crowd when he saw that many people who might have Shurima coins hesitated.

After receiving the signal, Cantuo pushed away the person in front of him with an apologetic smile, and came to the stall with a serious face.

"You keep your word? No matter what I order, it's mine?"

The can seller laughed.

"Of course, everyone here is a witness. No one can tell a lie. Even if they opened a treasure from the ancient times... it has nothing to do with me."

"Okay! I'll try."

After touching his pocket, the pot holder counted out ten copper coins, and pointed to the pot on the ground.

"I want that."

After collecting the copper coins, the pot seller held the pot to the pot holder.

Looking around at the curious crowd, Cantuo held the jar in his hands with a solemn face, as if he wanted to drop it, but suddenly found something wrong, hesitated on the spot, mobilizing the curiosity of the onlookers.

"If you fall down, if there is a gemstone in it, won't it break?"

Some spectators raised doubts.

"I have a can-opening hammer here. It was originally charged for 1 copper coin. Since you are the first one, you can use it for free."

"thanks."

Put the round jar on the ground, the jar holder took the hammer, and smashed it lightly and solemnly.

With a crisp sound of "咵哒哒", the clay pot shattered, and the shattered pottery fragments were pushed aside. The man picked up a white bone the size of a fist with a look of disappointment on his face.

"It seems that your luck is not very good. This should be a bone jar, not a jewel jar for the royal family of Shurima, nor an equipment jar containing magical treasures."

The can seller explained a sentence, and seemed a little helpless.

The people watching intently shook their heads in disappointment, and were about to leave when the man who bought the pot spat and said.

"I'll give you the money, and I'll get another one from his grandma! If you can't get anything out, I'll beat you to death!"

"Brother, it's up to me whether I can produce something... Which jar do you want? Or should I pick it for you?"

"The one on the side."

"Alright, here comes the jar~"

Gritting his teeth, under the ridicule of many spectators, the can holder decisively smashed open the second can.

There was a crisp cracking sound, and under the sun, a deep purple light shot out from the pile of pottery shards. The sarcasm on the faces of the spectators instantly froze, and a woman screamed, and the scene was silent for a while.

Trembling, he pushed aside the shards of the clay pot, and the pot holder carefully picked up the disc-shaped finely ground purple spar with an expression of disbelief.

"This, is this real?? Are there really gems? I, I got rich!?"

Although he looked 'unwilling', the man who sold the pot still nodded his head, and said with a 'forced smile' as if he was vomiting blood because of his loss.

"Oh, what a beautiful thing it is to open the can...

Congratulations, this should be a relatively rare Shurima purple agate, which is a [common] funeral object of the descendants of the Shurima royal family. You are really a person favored by the goddess of luck. Maybe I should keep these jars and open them myself. It's a copper coin, what a loss..."

After getting the final confirmation from the can seller, everyone’s eyes turned green and their emotions exploded completely. Those who had money began to push and grab the cans on the spot, while those who had no money hurriedly pushed away the crowd and went home quickly to find someone to borrow money.

"Just over a hundred jars. The treasures of the ancient times are all top quality. First come, first served!"

"Give me one!"

"I'm going to pack this jar~"

"Where's the gem? Where's my gem? His grandma's, why not a gem?! Another one!"

"Guests, don't forget to pay for the corkage..."

...

Outside the bustling crowd.

"Grandma, don't we buy one? What if we happen to have a purple gem?"

The little boy holding the bone ball still looked innocent.

"Silly boy, that's a trick to deceive people. If the jar is really precious, he won't let you open it, and he would have sold it for money by himself.

The people who can offer good things are the people they have arranged for a long time ago. "

Tasia shook her head with a smile, took the little boy's hand, and walked away.

"My grandma taught me that when you feel that you can be favored by fate, you must understand that this fate may have been arranged for you by others. Whether you are grateful or vigilant, you can't take it for granted' The gift of fate', otherwise, sooner or later, you will suffer a big loss.

Now, I tell you this truth that will be remembered for a lifetime, so you should remember it well. "

"Ok!"

"Let's go, grandma will take you to eat something delicious."

"Great!"

Today, some book friends said that the rhythm of this book is chaotic, because there are too many original characters, people can’t set up, it seems to have no clue, the rhythm is not prioritized, I can’t read it, I want to abandon the book... I feel cold, I don’t know what to do what to say.

I want to know whether this is the thinking of most people or some people. To be honest, I really don’t have the ability to create a character without a few hundred words, and I don’t know how to control the rhythm. Just write the original,

I just want to use my own way to write a book that can be read by people who don’t play League, and write out the Runeterra in my heart, because the level is not high, so it’s as simple as that, open a harem, all kinds of things Tian, ​​fight a war, describe the customs and heroes of Runeterra,

The original intention is to make money for meals, so that everyone can enjoy themselves, and I can find something to do that I like, and everyone should not ask too much of me. If I don’t know how to hit the streets, I won’t read the backstage of this book every day, and I’m preparing to hit the streets to receive relief funds. I’m just a newcomer who writes broken books, and I can’t bear everyone’s high expectations. I can only say something about it Feel sorry.

I don’t like it, I can’t read it anymore, whether I complain or criticize, I accept it all. If it’s not good, I ask readers to delete the book. This thing can’t be changed. How to change the word? Can I still write after the revision?

Reading is something you love and I wish. It’s no different from finding a partner. If you don’t like it, you can break up. If I make mistakes, I will correct them.