League of Legends Millennium Warlord

With a glass of wine in his belly, the atmosphere seemed to be a lot more lively, and Hilko got straight to the point.

"If we want to win this war, we have to let the guys understand what pain is. If we want to let them understand what pain is, we have to let our soldiers remove the big clock in the Piltover Parliament Tower... "

"Hilko, if we have the strength to dismantle the clock in the Piltover Parliament Tower, why not kill those high-ranking members directly? Wouldn't it be better for us to rule Piltover then?"

Following the voice, I glanced at the gangster boss Faulkner. His men controlled two streets. The black hair on his chest was like an orangutan. He was very high-spirited. He was a typical idiot with muscles but no brains. His only advantage was that he was obedient enough. .

"Of course there are people who don't allow us to do this. Let's not talk about whether we can get absolute rule from those plutocratic families. Even if we have the ability to kill all the members, we can't do it. What we seek is Zaun. Independence, if it did reach out to Piltover, believe me, it would be absolutely terrible."

"Who can make Boss Hilko so afraid?"

"You will know this later... let's get down to business now,

Pi Lao's law enforcement team is equipped with heavy firepower, and the turbo alchemy pot-enhanced warriors cannot break through Pi Lao's defense. Next, I plan to train alchemy warriors on a large scale and improve the shimmer potion strengthening technology. Everyone here needs to participate. , Someone's contribution, a powerful contribution, the cake must be divided after the victory of the war!

If we want to win this war, we must mobilize all the resources of Zaun and form a fist..."

Two hours later, Fandel watched the visitor leave and handed a glass of juice to the slightly tired Hilko with a complicated expression.

After taking a look at the contents of the cup, Hilko was stunned and took a sip with a smile.

"I thought you would pour me wine, but I didn't expect you would give me juice."

"You've had enough wine. I don't want you to stay here today."

Fandel took a large glass of beer and sat on the wine table opposite Hilko, drinking it.

"I don't want to clean up your vomit."

Hilko sighed, "People will always face some things that they don't want to face in life... To be honest, I'm quite surprised that you focused on drinking with me today. After all, many people are here because of your reputation as Fandel." The head just came here."

Fander put down the tankard with a wry smile.

"What's the use of a name? In this world, strength has to speak for itself after all. Now that you have developed alchemy-enhanced warriors, any one of them has the strength to kill me. Now I can only do these simple tasks."

"Is this what the famous Wolf Fist Fandel thinks? All he wants to do is huddle in a tavern and serve tea and wine during this war?"

"That's not true. If you need a boxer here, of course I won't rest, but don't expect me to be of much use."

Hilko could feel the negative emotions in Fandel's heart. He didn't know whether Fandel was lost because his two adopted daughters returned to their original owners, or whether it was because, as Fandel said, his own strength had been changed by the times. Outcast and depressed,

In short, the depressed man in front of him was definitely not the 'Wolf Fist' he admired.

…

At the Yodel Academy of Sciences, Mel sat on the chair with an unswerving expression. When the young talent from Piltover hurriedly trotted into the reception room, Mel said coldly.

"It seems that our Evolution Day representative is really too busy, but the big shot is so busy, why can't he produce some scientific research results? I remember that someone once promised me that he would introduce new products to me. "

Knowing that Mel was complaining about not showing off her new product at the Evolution Day speech, Jess knew exactly what the congresswoman wanted to hear right now.

"Congressman Myrdalda, please believe me, the new Hex product will definitely change the way most Lady Piltover miners work... It's just that Professor Heimerdinger is right, beyond the functionality of the product, I and Victor neglected safety, I didn’t want my invention to become a murder weapon, which is why I didn’t present the new product at the speaking conference.”

After hearing this, Mel's eyes lit up. As the inheritor of the Roxy bloodline, although he is not as interested in killing and conquest as other Noxians, he is also extremely sensitive to related matters, especially those involving Something that can make money.

You know, there are only a few best-selling things in the world, which are nothing more than weapons, drugs, population, medicinal materials and food.

As long as wars continue, human beings will always devote themselves to studying the art of killing their own kind and making tools to kill their own kind.

Because of this, weapons never have to worry about being unsold, and there is no need to worry about losing money at all. Even a butter knife that can only scratch fish scales can be exchanged for an expensive colorful one as long as it can be transported to the snowy mountains or deserts. small stone.

What's more, we are now in a war period. As one of the sponsors of Jace Tallis, the Myrdalda family has every reason to sell Tallis' Hex work aids to the law enforcement team.

"Mr. Tallis, since you are so confident, can you show me your latest research results?"

Victor was still conducting special experiments in the laboratory. Interrupting at will would probably ruin all the previous work. As a researcher, Jace had sufficient reasons to reject the woman's request. After hesitating, Jace nodded.

"Please follow me, Councilor Myrdalda."

…

"Refuse, why refuse? Why refuse?"

In the Hex Technology Laboratory, Victor, who was pale and haggard, checked the experimental results again and again in confusion and frustration. Under the circumstances of being puzzled, the limping young scientist finally felt a little more anxious. .

"You clearly know your own shortcomings, you know you can make up for your shortcomings by changing, why, why can you only express it in this way?"

Experimental mice with docked tails, blind experimental rabbits, lame experimental monkeys, seriously injured and dying experimental dogs,

Every experimental animal has serious acquired physical defects. Among the hundreds of permutations and combinations of Hex rune cores, Victor used enumeration to come up with several Hex rune cores that may be used to strengthen or complete the limbs. rune array,

The experiment went very smoothly. The mice grew short tails through proliferating sarcomas, which were much more flexible and stronger than meat tails. The rabbit's eye sockets were filled with the radiance of Hexian energy. They no longer hit the wall when moving. The monkeys regained their ability to move. The dog's wounds quickly healed under the catalysis of Hex energy, and he became alive and kicking.

Everything went as he expected, until all the reborn experimental animals were annihilated into ashes and turned into a small pile of unrecognizable matter.

"Cough cough cough..."

Amidst Victor's coughing, Jace opened the door of the laboratory and took Mel into the experimental area.

"Victor, are you okay?"

Walking quickly to Victor, Jace held Victor's shoulders and patted his companion's back.

Victor waved his hand, glanced at the dark-skinned lady not far away with his gloomy eyes, and lowered his voice.

"You know how dangerous Hex's enhanced experiments are, how dare you bring outsiders to the laboratory?"

Jace responded with a wry smile.

"There is no way. Congressman Myrdalda wants to see our research results. You know that we can reach this point only because of the support of Congressman Myrdalda. How can I refuse her request?"

"Then you mean to ask me to suspend the experiment?"

"There is no other choice but to do this."

Having said that, Victor couldn't say anything more. He covered his mouth and coughed twice, nodded to Mel, and limped away alone under Mel's gaze.

"Perhaps your research partner should go to the hospital for a check-up?"

"I checked it already."

"Have you checked? It can't be cured?"

"Congenital organ failure."

Jace lowered his head.

"Currently, there is no treatment."

…

Zaun's Black Alley, Alchemy Factory.

Seeing the alchemy professor he was assisting slowly injecting the dark purple injection into the culture tank, the young Mickey was quite busy manipulating the monitoring equipment and writing and drawing on the experimental records from time to time. He seemed busy and experimenting. The instrument sounded a shrill alarm.

Turning the back button to correct Mickey's mistake, Singed looked seriously at the temporary assistant who jumped out, the taller among the short guys.

"If you want to face everything calmly, you must keep every experimental step in mind and make everything in the laboratory a part of your life. Obviously, you can't do this now."

"Professor Singed, I will work hard, please don't drive me away."

The young man named Mickey bowed in embarrassment, and Singed sighed, not hiding his disappointment.

"Mitch, among the other competitors, your performance is indeed outstanding, but when I see real geniuses, I always treat you with the standard of genius unconsciously. I don't expect you to do well, at least You also need to let me see your efforts, otherwise I would rather complete all the experimental steps alone."

"A true genius? Professor, a genius scientist like you can be called a genius. How powerful is such a person?"

Staring at the hand-made clockwork boat placed at the top of the experimental cabinet, which was incompatible with the laboratory, a lonely figure walking with a limp emerged in Singed's mind. The balding man's tone slowed down and he recalled the past. time.

"He is my favorite assistant. He doesn't talk much, has a sensitive and introverted personality, and is not good at dealing with others. Because he was born with a disabled right leg, he doesn't have many friends around him. Unless it involves personal hobbies, he rarely takes the initiative to speak.

Such a person likes reading, learning and manual creation. He can extract the most important information from words and transform the information into something he can understand.

He is extremely creative and has a strong memory. It only took him two days to figure out my laboratory. With him by my side, I can focus all my attention on the fine work without worrying about any mistakes. A small problem occurs. "

"Professor Singed, is there really such a powerful person in this world?"

Mickey didn't believe it. He had worked in the Singed Alchemy Laboratory for half a month, but he knew how difficult the bald man in front of him was.

Apart from anything else, it is a difficult job to accurately and quickly take out medicines from a pile of bottles and jars, not to mention the mess of homemade experimental equipment.

Although these gadgets are sophisticated, the problem is that only the creators themselves know how to use them.

Can you figure everything out in two days and become more comfortable? Are you kidding me?

"He is the most suitable genius for scientific research, but it's a pity..."

Unaware of Mickey's indifference, Xinged stood outside the largest culture tank.

The mutant lizard Leo, who was born with a mutilated body, is still sleeping. The difference is that Leo's body has grown to six meters long, and a hard carapace with barbs has grown on his body. His four legs have turned into blades. Hard and sharp chitin claws,

Singed had no doubt that the claws in front of him could easily break through the reinforced glass and tear the laboratory and himself into pieces. However, he knew that this could not happen because Leo was raised by him and he was Leo. 's father, Leo would never hurt him.

Today, Leo can't open his eyes, but the vital sign monitoring equipment shows activity far beyond what ordinary people can understand.

Although he failed to completely revive Leo, he also saved Leo's life. Through continuous strengthening, Leo had the possibility of recovery. He dreamed of his daughter in his dreams more than once, and more than once imagined that he could save his daughter. Picture, after waking up, only Leo was left in his world.

Maybe there's even half a paralyzed brat...

"Professor Singed?"

Singed's tone suddenly became heavy, and he did not tell Mickey that the extremely talented assistant had the same incurable disease as his daughter.

"It's a pity... that he went to Piltover."

"People say that the living conditions and experimental conditions in Piltover are better than those here. Why would the teacher say it is a pity?"

Mickey, who was chatting with Singed, had forgotten about the experiment. Singed noticed this and sighed.

Sometimes talking too much is not a good thing, especially when the person speaking is not very smart.

If it were Victor, even if he was gossiping, he would definitely be able to do everything well without him reminding him at all.

It's a pity that now that Zaun is at war with Piltover, Victor, who studies and lives in the Yodel Academy of Science, will probably never return to this city where the sun cannot be seen.

Maybe when they meet again, they may have become enemies.

"Mitch, don't forget to record the experimental data."

"Oh, I almost forgot! Sorry, Professor, I will definitely pay attention."

Silence returned to the laboratory. In the culture tank, the experimental subject, who was naked and had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and convex purple lines grew on the surface of his body like earthworms. (End of chapter)