League of Legends Millennium Warlord

As night fell, the Lahoji tribe living at the northern foot of the Urus Mountains ended their day's hunting. All the harvest was handed over and redistributed by the tribe leader to ensure that the weakest tribesmen would not starve to death that night—— The premise is that the weakest tribesmen also contribute to the tribe.

In the animal skin tent, Zakaanyas, the most powerful tribal warrior, hung his spear and hunting bow on the weapon rack comfortably, and casually took the goat's milk wine from the slave girl. The man hugged the slave girl, feeling comfortable Sitting on the edge of the bed.

For Freljordians who don't have much entertainment, exploring their kind is the best evening activity.

Little did the Freljord tribesmen know that an evil and powerful legion was rapidly approaching from the southeast.

"Report to Lord Blood King, the scouts discovered a barbarian tribe at the foot of the mountain ten miles ahead."

The True Ancestor of Blood, who was wearing a scarlet cloak, retracted his wings and landed on the deck. The pale General of the Blood Plague Legion knelt on one knee and said respectfully to the huge [Blood Palace].

“Should soldiers be sent out to conquer?”

The eight-headed giant magic gargoyle with a body of ten meters kept its wings constantly, and the blood-colored chains woven with magic steadily held up the Blood King's car, which looked like jade but not jade.

From the appearance, the Blood Palace is roughly trapezoidal, divided into three floors.

The lower floor is the largest area. Five hundred and eighty-six swollen alienated blood slaves who have lost their minds are forcibly imprisoned on the wall. Metal conduits are used to slowly extract the blood containing magic from the blood slaves' bodies, and the blood is burned through the 'blood burning' method. The bloody palace and magical gargoyles provide a steady stream of energy.

The middle floor of the Blood Palace is the residence of Blood King Brown Darkwill. It has a blood pool, a nursery and a holy place. There are eight beautiful beauties of the First True Ancestor and thirty-six human beauties. Exclusively for the king.

The upper level is the smallest, but it is the most dangerous area. The magic coffin is connected to the Blood Palace. Vladimir lying in the magic coffin can sense and affect all vampires except the Blood King. The Blood Palace will also act in a special way. Gather the power of faith for Vladimir and gradually transform it into the law of blood.

In the middle level of the Blood Palace, Brown was lying on a bed of flesh composed of twenty-two human beauties, enjoying the graceful dance while happily tasting the cherries brought to his lips by his favorite concubine.

It wasn't until he became the king of excess that he realized how happy Lester's life was, and he wouldn't get tired of this kind of life for another ten thousand years.

"Show our mercy and let more pagans understand that only the Blood God Vladimir is worthy of belief."

"I obey the king's orders!"

After receiving the order, the second-generation Blood True Ancestor spread his wings and flew away from the Blood Palace.

In the tent, under the service of the female slave, Zakaanyas cleaned up his body, lay down slightly tired, and prepared to sleep.

"Oops! An enemy is coming! Someone come quickly!"

Opening his eyes again, Zakaanyas sat up and made a silent gesture to the slightly panicked slave girl.

"Ah!!! What kind of monster is this!!!"

"Run!!!"

Zakaanyas, who had excellent hearing, quickly captured the low barking that was covered up by the scream. He had never heard such a low cry that was not like a dog but a dog.

"Help me put on my armor!"

The restless Zakaanyas ran to the weapons rack and took down the spear and hunting bow. The female slave obediently took off the direwolf skin and bone armor from the cabinet and expertly put it on for Zakaanyas.

There was a raging fire outside the tent, and the screams gradually subsided, replaced by terrified sobs.

The low gasps came closer and closer, quietly approaching Zakaanyas' big tent. Before he could see the monster, Zakaanyas smelled a disgusting and weird smell of blood.

"Ho ho ho... ho ho ho..."

Protecting the frightened slave girl behind him, Zakaanyas, who was wearing armor, breathed calmly, gripped the spear tightly, and was ready to shoot at any time.

Finally, the firelight outside the tent reflected the figure of the uninvited guest. It was a bloodthirsty beast that was even larger than a direwolf, giving people a feeling of extreme danger.

Seeing that the beast outside the tent was getting closer and closer, and was about to reach the entrance of the tent, Zakaanyas took the initiative and aimed at the monster.

He thrust out a spear that had been stored up for a long time.

With a "Puff" sound, the prismatic spear tip pierced the tent and penetrated into the flesh and blood. However, Zakaanyas refused to stop, sheathed the spear and stabbed again until the monster's head was completely penetrated.

After whimpering twice, the bloodthirsty wolfdog with scarlet hair fell heavily to the ground.

Zakaanyas breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his spear and whispered instructions to the slave girl.

"You just hide here and don't go anywhere. I'll go out and check the situation and come back."

The slave girl nodded and said nothing.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. As soon as Zakaanyas left the tent, three more blood dogs came towards him with bared teeth and bites, followed by a man with pale skin and red eyes.

"Who are you!? Why are you attacking us!"

Zakaanyas took off his hunting bow, bent the bow and set an arrow, facing the uninvited guest who exuded a strange aura.

The man with pale complexion and bloodless face had no intention of responding. He glanced at Zakaanyas indifferently and waved his hand to the blood dog.

"Ho ho ho..."

After receiving the master's order, the three blood dogs no longer concealed their bloodlust, and turned into blood shadows and pounced on Zakaanyas from different directions.

"court death!"

Seeing that the enemy did not take him seriously, Zakaanyas also lost his temper. Two arrows came out from the string, and the second arrow struck first and pierced the two blood dogs in front.

The blood dog's head was pierced by the arrow, and he rolled and fell to the ground, whining. He was not killed directly for a moment.

The third blood dog that circled back finally found the opportunity to launch an attack. Its bloody claws grabbed the main artery of Zakaanyas's hind legs. Zakaanyas, who had his back turned to the blood dog, seemed to be prepared and roared. Then he turned and held out his spear,

The tip of the spear penetrated the body from the jagged teeth of the blood dog, and when it was lifted up, the blood-stained iron edge tore the flesh and blood and broke out of the body. The dripping blood fell on Zakaanyas's thick body. The first warrior of the Lahoji tribe is like a god.

"I didn't expect that a barbarian tribe could have a warrior as powerful as you. I'm disrespectful."

After giving a chest-stroking salute to Zakaanyas, the vampire solemnly introduced himself.

"My name is Draculas, and I am the second-generation true ancestor of His Majesty the Blood King of the Blood Dynasty. Warrior, may I know your name?"

Feeling the respect of Draculas, Zachanyas said coldly.

"Zakaanyas, the first warrior of the Lahoji tribe."

"No wonder you have such skill."

Draculas waved and pointed at the burning tribe and smiled.

"Your Excellency Zakaanyas, do you want to save your tribe?"

"My tribe has been destroyed by you, and you still want to fool me now?"

"Wrong, we only killed those incompetent people who took up arms to resist but were unable to kill the blood dogs. The old, weak, women and children without weapons were not harmed in any way - of course, this was temporary, because your Excellency appeared in front of me in front of my eyes,

Well, Lord Zakaanyas, how about we make a bet? "

"What do you want?"

Draculas extended his right hand to the vigilant Zakaanyas as an invitation.

"Fight with me one on one in front of your fellow tribesmen. If you defeat me, we will retreat immediately and let everyone go. If you lose, you will lead this tribe to join the Blood Dynasty, believe in the Blood God, and become the Blood King. Your Majesty, how is your service?"

"What if I don't agree?"

Zachanyas stared at Draculas closely, and Draculas kept an elusive smile.

"If you don't agree, we will still fight. Even if you are lucky enough to kill me, this tribe will be crushed by my king's army. Promise me, this is the only chance to save this tribe."

"Okay, I promise you."

"please."

Following Draculas, under the gaze of dozens of blood dogs, Zakaanyas walked to the tribe's granary.

There were more than twenty shriveled corpses lying on the ground. More than two hundred surviving tribesmen were now imprisoned by some kind of bloody magic chains. Everyone lowered their heads and shivered like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. .

The headless corpse of the tribal chief was kneeling in front of the granary. The old man's head was cut off at will and impaled on the spikes of an inverted wooden stake. His silver braids and beard were covered with blood, and his dead eyes were still venting unyielding anger. Meaning, under the illumination of the fire, it gives people a heart-stopping feeling of shock.

"Clan leader..."

Zakaanyas felt very sad after seeing the corpse of the clan leader with his own eyes.

"This is a respectable old man with an unyielding fighting spirit and a fearless spirit of resistance. Unfortunately, he is too old and is not the person we need."

Dracula's tone of voice was unhurried, his words were clear, and his standard Freljordian accent was enough for all the Freljordians present to fully understand him. However, the tribesmen would rather not understand themselves and suffer less. Point of fright and intimidation.

"Zakaanyas, if you want to avenge him, kill me and prove your bravery in front of your compatriots."

As Draculas spoke, the secondary blood descendants guided the blood dogs to make way for the two of them. The tribesmen who lowered their heads also raised their heads, with a bit of hope in their eyes.

"Lord Zakaanyas..."

As if he had found his backbone, a little boy shouted loudly. Before he could finish his words, a flash of blood flashed and the little boy's head fell to the ground. The boy's mother sobbed and was covered by a man before she cried out. Mouth, tightly held in his arms.

Draculas squinted his eyes and looked at the terrified prisoners, smiling with satisfaction.

"I didn't allow you ants to speak. I am willing to give Zakaanyas a chance to serve His Majesty the Blood King. This does not mean that you useless people can act arrogantly in front of me."

Zachanyas gritted his teeth and stared at Draculas with red eyes.

"How much more nonsense are you going to talk about?"

Draculas smiled even brighter and raised his right hand.

"It starts with your impatience."

Zakaanyas, who was alarmed, rolled to his side without hesitation. In the next moment, a magic arrow composed of blood passed by his body, corroding a small crater on the ground not far away. .

Taking off the hunting bow from his back, Zachanyas shot two quick arrows, and Draculas calmly twisted his body, avoiding the two vital points in his lower abdomen and heart.

"interesting."

Draculas pointed at the little boy's body and stretched out his right hand to make a virtual fist. Drawn by the blood magic, the blood in the body began to roll and condense, turning into a boiling blood flow shield towards Zakaanya who was fully drawing the hunting bow. Sri Lanka.

The veins on his right arm popped out. Under the huge force, the arm of the hunting bow that had been cherished by the owner for more than ten years screamed for the first time. Zakaanyas, who was squatting on the ground, let go of the bowstring, and the arrow disappeared in an instant. , everyone present could only hear the sharp sound of wind whistling suddenly, but no arrow could be seen.

"call out!"

Draculas, who was about to dodge, lowered his head blankly, but saw a small hole in his heart. He turned around, and the arrow hit the head of a secondary blood warrior with undiminished force. The arrow exploded due to deflection of force, and the secondary vampire's head exploded like a watermelon, and he died on the spot.

While Draculas was reminiscing about the stunning arrow, Zakaanyas turned around and ran away without looking back, with blood boiling like fire and sharp as a knife weaving into a net, following closely behind.

With nowhere to hide, Zakaanyas could only run headlong into the granary, using the walls of the granary to block the terrifying blood magic.

The wall made of hard stone was instantly filled with holes corroded by boiling blood. Zakaanyas, who was still frightened, was even more certain that he would never be hit by the enemy's magic.

"It seems that one arrow cannot kill Draculas. To fight an evil mage like Draculas, you still have to close the distance."

Zakaanyas, who changed his fighting style, once again bent his bow and shot out fast arrows. Although the power of the arrows was not as strong as the previous sky-splitting arrows, they were still more powerful than before.

Draculas allowed the seven arrows to pierce into various parts of his body, and his consciousness was still immersed in indescribable pleasure.

He didn't expect that he would be seriously injured just after he stepped onto the battlefield. Although it could only be regarded as a minor injury, Draculas still felt the long-lost fear and pleasure.

If he had not been embraced by the first generation True Ancestor, as a mortal, he would probably die in an instant at the hands of the barbarian man in front of him, but now - he has become a god.

No matter how powerful the ants are, they will never be a match for God.

Draculas casually brushed off the arrows on his body. As the blood flowed, the penetrating wound on his heart had healed.

The blood-born true ancestor showed a pleasant smile.

"Very good, you made me feel the determination of a warrior. I read you right. Lord Zakaanyas, be careful. I will use my full strength next. If you can block my three moves, Consider me the loser.”

Zakaanyas did not speak and acquiesced to Dracula's proposal. Now is naturally not the time to pay attention to fairness. How to survive in the hands of monsters, saving the tribe is the most important thing. Face is worthless at this moment.

"Holy Sword of Blood Flame!"

After extracting the source of blood from the blood bank in his body, and using the blood from the blood bank to condense it into a burning bloody one-handed sword, Draculas' complexion became even paler, but his aura was much stronger than before.

The body turned into an afterimage, and there was no need for Zakaanyas to close the distance. Draculas appeared in front of Zakaanyas and slashed out with his sword.