League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The two sisters came to the surface area, stood on the edge of the abandoned building, and looked at the magnificent Hinemon Bridge from a distance.

Under the bloody setting sun, the Hinanomon Bridge was filled with gunpowder smoke. Fires shot up into the sky, making the bridge appear crimson than the setting sun. There seemed to be some immobile people lying among the ruins.

The scene in front of him was enough to show that something terrible had indeed happened at the Gate of the Sun Bridge. Wei Aolai gritted his teeth and no longer cared whether there was any danger on the bridge.

At this moment, she just wanted a clear answer.

"Bangbao, hold my hand tight and don't let go, cover your eyes, and sing that... mom's favorite song."

"Hmm~"

The obedient little blue-haired girl covered her eyes with her left hand and gave herself completely to her sister.

"Friends across the river"

"My cold hands have nothing"

Under the singing of his sister, Wei Aolai stepped on the bloody stream that was still flowing, and took his sister on the battlefield where corpses were everywhere.

"Friends across the river"

"Please give me some kindness."

"Even if it's only a penny"

"It's also my wealth"

Pausing in her steps, Bao Bao, who closed her eyes, smelled a very familiar smell. Every time her parents were injured and bleeding, she could always smell this disgusting smell.

There is a bit more vibrato in the ethereal singing.

"Don't worry, I'm not jealous."

"We can't build skyscrapers"

“I can only live in a cobblestone alley”

"Bang!"

There was a shot and a scream from the other side of the bridge.

Wei Aolai, who scanned the face of the deceased, stopped, tightened his sister's hand, stared at the figure approaching from the smoke, and was ready to escape at any time.

“Why not take a trip to the river?”

“Come see your former home”

"Ta da, ta da, ta da."

Heavy footsteps passed through the smoke, and a familiar face appeared in front of me.

"It's dangerous here, you shouldn't be here."

The tone was soft and should not coexist with the burning fire and the pungent smell of blood. Bangbao mustered up the courage to put down his left hand, and what he saw was Lester, the owner of the Moonlight Tavern, who had followed the singing.

Without looking back, Lester waved his hand to the law enforcement officer behind him who raised his gun. The law enforcement officer saluted and left quickly.

After walking to the two children in a few steps, Lester knelt down and touched the heads of the two children.

"Or are you here here to find someone?"

Feeling a little relieved, Bao Bao looked at his sister who had made up her mind. Wei Aolai wiped the sore corners of his eyes and stubbornly gritted his teeth to prevent himself from crying.

"Mom and dad... they came here but didn't come home. Bakubao and I came to find them."

Finally, Wei Aolai whispered the purpose of coming here.

"May I have your name?"

"Violai."

"My name is Lester Lee, let's go, Wei Aolai, Bao Bao, I'll look for it with you."

After picking up the two children, Lester turned and walked towards the north of the bridge. The body of the law enforcement officer had been taken away, and the remaining bodies all came from the south of the bridge.

"Brother, what exactly happened here? Why did so many people die?"

Looking at the dazzling array of corpses, Wei Aolai's voice trembled a little, and Bao Bao, who had gained a sense of security, hugged Lester tightly and buried his head in the man's arms.

"The Zaunites tried to cross the bridge, but the marshals stopped them, using the weapons they had in hand."

"There is blood from people from the lower city and blood from the people from the upper city...it smells bad, right?"

Lester stopped and looked at Fandel who was walking south of the bridge. Fandel also saw Lester holding two children. After seeing the child's appearance clearly, Fandel lowered his head.

He had already recognized that the parents of these two children were his men, and except for a few very powerful or very lucky people, all of his men stayed here.

Unfortunately, the parents of these two children are neither lucky nor strong.

"Mr. Li..."

Fandel wanted to tell Lester that the parents of the two children had left, but the words came to his lips, but he couldn't.

"Wolf Fist, did you find the answer you wanted?"

Fandel nodded, looked at the metal gloves on his hands covered with blood, and hesitated whether to take them off.

"I have a question. I wonder if Mr. Li can answer it."

"Just ask."

"What would a Noxian do if... something like this happened?"

Wei Aolai and Bao Bao, who had been shrinking in Lester's arms, also pricked up their ears when they heard the words, and heard words they would never forget.

“Tooth for tooth, blood for blood.”

"For Noxians, shame is more terrible than death, and only the blood of their enemies can wash away shame."

As if he had thought of something, the man had a cruel smile on his face, his eyes as cold as the winter night sky.

"In Noxus, as long as the commander does not order a retreat, all deserters will be executed...the same goes for generals who play tricks on soldiers."

"I see."

Fandel lowered his head and pointed in one direction when he missed Lester.

"The parents of these two children...are over there."

After saying that, Fandel put on his gloves and left without looking back.

After a moment of silence.

"Want to... take a look?"

"Um."

…

Night, dark alley,

A secret stronghold with dim yellow lights flickering,

Silko leaned back in his chair, frowning and puffing away. Not far away, a Zaan gangster who had witnessed the battlefield at Sun Gate Bridge was chattering with lingering fear.

"Too many people died, too many people, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses were scattered everywhere...but there were not many corpses of Pi Lao, and the dead were all us Zuan people."

"We can't defeat the rifles in the hands of the people in the upper city. No matter how many people there are, it's useless. They will all die, and their deaths will be meaningless."

"Hilko, Fandel is exactly what you said. He didn't want to go to the upper city in a bloody way from the beginning. What he wanted was to persuade, to persuade? He actually imagined that he could convince those who were comfortable in the city with just one mouth. Blood-sucking moths on our heads?

If Fander is really allowed to follow the law enforcers, those bastards in the Council will not hesitate to publicly execute Fander. They have never cared about the feelings of the Zaun people! "

"I knew from the beginning that he was a weak person. He was too emotional, which is not necessarily a good thing."

Hilko slowly exhaled the smoke, his brows relaxed, and he felt a little more hopeful.

"Only when he understands that this road must be taken, will he be willing to put down all the burdens in his heart and do it. Now that his plan has completely failed, he must also understand that only strength can allow us to achieve our goal."

"Then I..."

"You'd better go back to Fandel. It's best not to let him know what happened between you and me, otherwise it won't have good consequences for anyone."

The next day, as expected, Hilko received a private invitation from Fandel, and the location was the river beach in the surface area.

After hesitating, Hilko decided to go to the appointment without any escort. Fandel's emphasis on emotions was his shortcoming. He hated this, but he also liked this. Only when he got along with Fandel, he could have no reservations. Choose to trust the other person and hand over your back.

The only thing that puzzled Silko was that he didn't understand why Fandel chose to meet him at dusk.

By the time he walked onto the river beach, Fander, who was wearing half-sleeves, was already standing on the edge of the river beach, smoking a pipe alone with his back to the city of Zaun.

Stepping on the river sand, Hilko came to Fandel and looked at the lake that was slightly polluted by chemicals.

The pungent tobacco leaves rolled in the airway, and Fandel's voice was particularly hoarse.

"Why do you do this?"

"Because I can't just watch you die."

Without denying anything, Hilko turned to look at Fandel.

"I have known for a long time that you will act as a hero, as if you are some kind of saint, thinking that your life is valuable, but in the eyes of the people in the upper city, your life is worthless!

I know very well who you are. Don't expect me to build a monument or statue for you. You know what kind of heroes I hate the most... What kind of fucking hero is he when everyone is dead? "

"So...you are doing so much for my own good?"

Finally, Fandel put down his pipe and stared at Silko with his bloodshot eyes.

"So many people died just to save me?"

Sensing Fandel's unkind attitude, Hilko was also angry.

"Yes! Because you, a self-righteous stupid bear, are more useful than others! Your life is more valuable than other people's lives!

Only someone like you can lead the Zaun people to win this war! I can not! Not Savika! Not Solz! Not even others! Otherwise, why would the people of Zaun only remember Fander and not Silko for the foundation we built together! ?

Hilko is a rat hiding in the ditch! Trying to do everything possible just to let the true leader of Zaun understand the meaning of sacrifice! Instead of watching the leader of Zaun lie in his grave as a fucking hero of Zaun! ! ! "

Hilko stepped forward, grabbed Fandel's collar with his arm, stood on tiptoes and said coldly.

"Only you! Fandel! Only a bastard like you is qualified to be a leader. I will do the bad things! You will be the good guy! Give up all illusions! Let us..."

Before he finished speaking, Hilko felt a sharp pain in his left eye, but it was a fist the size of Fandel's casserole.

In a daze, Hilko's thin body had been lifted up, swinging back and forth like a small boat swinging in a storm. Finally, it lost its balance and was overturned by a huge wave in the sea.

He drank two mouthfuls of dirty lake water and strangled his neck to death. Across the turbid scarlet lake surface, Hilko looked at a pair of indifferent eyes and a pair of giant muscles that he could never compete with, suppressing his body. arm.

In the past, he had many times watched these armed giant arms easily defeat countless enemies. He had also imagined how powerful these arms were that would always hold him up when he was drunk. Envying this innate power,

Now he felt the strength of these arms firsthand - they were iron ropes that could not be cut, steel bars that could not be bent, and a heavy despair that he could not contend with for the rest of his life.

He wanted to ask why, but Hilko found that his consciousness was gradually blurring. Fandel's mouth opened and closed, but he could only hear the sound of bubbles gurgling.

Although this is not the sea, Hilko felt the depth of the sea, as if a soft voice whispered in his ear, letting go of all pain and burdens and sleeping peacefully in the deep sea.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and even the last bubble sound disappeared. Hilko's right hand stopped struggling and slowly dropped downward... until the moment his fingers touched the dagger, as if instinctively, Hilko held it Tightened the hilt of the dagger.

Hilko thought of his mother who was dying of pain in the hospital bed, of his father who died in the factory due to overwork, and of how he had lived at the bottom of the world since he was born, and everyone could Stand on his head and step on him, one kick after another, as if he was born to be buried in the earth.

"Hilko, do you like this birthday present?"

With his father caressing his head, the little boy pulled out the dagger in surprise and stared at the blade of the dagger without blinking - it was much more powerful than the broken pieces of iron he picked up.

"Like it~"

The honest and honest man picked up his son with a smile and came to the woman holding the cake.

"Today is your birthday, Hilko. Dad doesn't have much ability, so he can only buy you the smallest cake. Don't mind it. This is my monthly salary.

As for this dagger, I asked the blacksmith to make it. Zu'an's children should like this thing. This shows that my son is bloody! "

The little boy nodded vigorously with a bright smile on his face.

"Blow out the candles quickly and make a manly wish."

The woman saw her son so happy, a smile appeared on her doting face, and the wrinkles and acne faded a bit.

Holding the dagger tightly, the little boy closed his eyes seriously.

"I want to grow up quickly and make money so that my father can leave the factory and my mother can leave the workshop early.

I want to make a lot of money, buy a lot of medicine to cure my father’s cough and my mother’s heartache. I want to let my parents eat the best cakes in Piltover and take them to the beach in Piltover. Look at the scenery and let them live happily and healthily. "

Opening his eyes, the little boy blew out the candle.

"Son, tell daddy what wish you made?"

"I want to grow up quickly and let my parents live a good life~"

"Haha, he is indeed a good and filial boy. We two will be blessed when we grow old."

"Silly boy, just listen to your father asking nonsense, and your wish won't work if you say it."

"What are you afraid of? I will buy a cake and candles for my son next year. Can I just make a wish then?"

The two gentle faces that had been blurred in the memory gradually shattered as the candlelight went out. Under the pressure of life, the little boy lost the opportunity to realize his wish forever before he was a minor.

Until the moment he stopped breathing, the two people who loved him most in the world could not afford a big cake in Piltover or go to the sunset beach in Piltover.

With a hatred that could destroy the world, and no longer able to distinguish what the moist feeling in the corner of his eyes was, Hilko opened his left eye that was bleeding like a wild beast, clenched the dagger and stabbed the brother in front of him fiercely.

From here on, we enter the plot of "The Battle of Two Cities". Book friends who have not watched The Battle of Two Cities can make up for it. Reading these plots after watching it may have a deeper feeling.