League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Scatter!! Scatter!! Scatter!! Don't let the lasso get caught!!!"

"kill!!!!"

"Ah!!! Go to hell!!!"

"Didn't you eat, brat in the south?"

The roar of the cavalry captain of the Rangers of the First Legion was next to his ears, the bloodthirsty Freljord bandit was in front of him, and the Demacians were wailing in pain in the distance, and mutilated dead bodies were scattered all over the ground.

Facing the scene of purgatory, Sventer never imagined that a broken rope would become such a terrible weapon after being tied with stones at both ends.

The legs of the horse and soldiers tied by the zipline will lose their ability to resist in an instant, or they will be hit on the head by a spinning stone, and they will be hit by the horse on the spot. The barbarian hammered the watermelon into rotten watermelon with a hard mallet, and then he was taken away from the sharp sword in his hand, turned around and chopped at his own people.

Obviously those barbarian robbers didn't even have a few decent swords in their hands, but they easily killed more than a dozen of their colleagues with simple swinging stone ziplines and crude wooden sticks. The scented Freljord bandits were a little more fearful.

The thoughts in his mind were just fleeting. Sventel, who didn't want to die here easily, recalled the riding and cutting skills he had learned from the old riders in the barracks. He tensed his right arm and lowered his body. Ready to go, ready to drink blood.

It's a pity that the script didn't develop according to the military training, just like a barbarian warrior more than ten meters away would not be foolishly waiting to be chopped off like a wooden dummy.

"You son of Demacia!! You weren't even born when I slept with your grandma's war mother!!"

Seeing a short rider rushing towards him, Uthars smiled, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth missing front teeth, swinging his right arm, his wrist shook, and the animal leg bone club in his right hand spun head-on Flew to the horse's head.

"Xi Lv Lv!!"

With a whine, the head of the horse that couldn't dodge it was hit perfectly by the spinning bone club, and a blood pit was directly smashed on the horse's bone, and the horse died tragically on the spot.

Sventel was taken by the overturned horse and fell off the horse's back. The rookie cavalry turned a few somersaults on the ground according to the inertia of the body. Although he fell dizzy, he was not injured because the landing action was too standard.

He has always been meticulous in his training and managed to save his life at this moment.

From the beginning to the end, he held the fine iron long sword tightly in his hand, and did not throw it away like other people who fell off their horses.

"Your sweet baby is mine now, hey!"

Uthals stepped forward in two steps, waving a big wooden stick like a mallet with both hands, laughing and smashing the soldier's leather helmet, just like smashing a watermelon, very comfortable.

As long as the Demacia rider in front of him is hammered to death, he can throw away the big mallet in his hand and get an exquisite iron weapon.

A roll, narrowly avoiding the hammer blow that made a small hole in the ground, Sventer gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, and swung his first sword at the barbarian in front of him.

"Your strength is like your courage, vulnerable!"

Uthars easily blocked the fluttering sword. He swore that if the Demacian soldier in front of him encountered those invulnerable bear men who believed in the bear god on the ice field, he might not survive two breaths, and he would be killed by those who possessed it. Shamanic Ursines disembowel and disembowel their guts, offering them to their bear god.

Unlike Noxus, the pure Freljord and Demacian are very different. At least in Sventur's opinion, he simply listened to what the barbarian who kept chanting in front of him said. don't know.

But if you think about it with your butt, you know it's not a good word. What good farts can a northern barbarian do other than spraying dung with his mouth full?

"You bastard who can't even speak human words!"

Not to be outdone, Swentel cursed, realizing that he was no match for the barbarian in front of him, and the soldier quickly backed away.

"Haha! Coward of Demacia!"

Following behind Sventer, Uthars took out the small handaxe hidden under the leather skirt at his waist, with a cruel expression on his face, his favorite thing was to turn his back towards his enemy.

This is what he is most proud of, and it is the enemy's deadliest trump card.

"My flying ax can accurately kill all enemies within ten meters. This is the skill I rely on for survival. You will be the next enemy to die under my flying ax."

Letting the cowardly knight of Demacia ride another horse that had lost its owner, Uthars calmed down and began to shake his arms slightly, adjusting the throwing direction.

"Go to hell!!!"

Another cavalryman was about to strike from behind Uthars, but was hit by the barbarian who turned around and threw a throwing axe. His head was chopped off in half, and a ball of filth burst out. It fell to the ground with a sound.

"Woooo!!"

Losing the restraint of its owner, the horse nimbly avoided the barbarian who was about to hit it, and began to flee the battlefield from another direction. Obviously, it was not a qualified war horse.

Witnessing his companion who died instead of him, Sventer, who was riding a horse, broke out in a cold sweat belatedly. Seeing that his own people were in a state of collapse, Sventer backed down, only lingering around his ears. The wailing of the villagers made him unable to make up his mind.

"Boy, you are really lucky to be able to survive till now."

Looking around for a week, seeing that more than fifty cavalrymen had completely disintegrated, Uthals was relieved, unhurriedly took out the blood ax from his rotten skull, smacked his lips, and the barbarian picked up the iron sword of the dead knight.

Staring at the gleaming iron sword, Uthars was a little dazed. On the reflective blade, he saw his son who died in the hands of the bear man.

The bear man tore open his young body like a piece of yak meat, twisted his son's head off, and threw it at his feet...

"If our tribe has such a good thing, who would be afraid of those beasts in the wilderness? How can so many people die every day? His grandma's!"

"Everyone!! Retreat! Retreat!!"

The current Holmes village has turned into a hell of flesh and blood. The cavalry captain gritted his teeth and gave new orders, ignoring the villagers who hadn't evacuated.

He can't just watch all his subordinates die here, and he can't escape alone, this is a great stain.

This time, a total of more than 80 riders came to support, and more than 20 people were responsible for rescuing the villagers to prevent the massacre. Unexpectedly, the remaining 60 people not only failed to repel the robbers, but even failed to hinder them, they were easily killed. Those barbarians who didn't even have decent weapons were defeated on the battlefield, which made him doubt the significance of the cavalry formed by General Oren.

As for the more than 20 riders who went to rescue the villagers, they were also quickly defeated by the sudden fatal blow.

Facing the simple but deadly spinning stone zipline, the knights couldn't think of any solution. Simply using the lives of the soldiers to delay the speed of the barbarians' slaughter of the villagers was meaningless at all, and everyone would die here.

"No evacuation!! No evacuation!! There are still villagers stranded in the village!! Can't evacuate!!!"

It wasn't until the moment his cavalry captain issued the order that Sventel understood what it meant for him and others to evacuate.

There are more than 300 people in Homs Village, all of whom will be abandoned and become the targets of the northern barbarians.