League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Can't withdraw, everyone!!! There are still people of Demacia here!!"

Many riders present glanced hesitantly at the roaring colleagues, but turned their horses around and chose to follow the pace of the captain.

Sventel stared blankly at his companions rushing away, only thinking that his status as a ranger that he had always been proud of was a joke.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I think we should go back and gather more clansmen and simply go south to occupy the weak country of Demacia, hahaha !!!”

The Freljord bandits who were watching the show laughed and watched the Demacian coward flee from the battlefield, and finally put their ironic eyes on the young rider who screamed sadly, wondering if this idiot who didn't know how to escape would be in the next moment. Pee your pants.

Everything in front of him was a bit blurry, and Sventel seemed to have returned to the past. Outside the Green Fang Peak post, General Oren with a serious face was staring at him.

"Sventur, there is a very dangerous task for you now, ride your plain horse, go to the Noxus camp, tell them that Oren wants to talk to their highest officer, this Do you dare to accept the task?"

That was General Oren asking him to speak, and that was his answer to General Oren.

"My lord, I am a sentry, and I am a soldier. Demacia's soldiers are never afraid of danger."

In fact, at that time, I still had a bad word that I didn't say to General Oren.

"Afraid of death, I'm still a fucking soldier!"

After roaring loudly what he didn't say at the time, Sventel stroked the restless horse, his chest was thumping, but finally calmed down.

After the calm, amidst the wailing of the villagers and colleagues, the sound of retreating horses' hoofs, and the vulgar and obscene jeers of the savages, a raging fire burned the whole world.

The knight held up the fine iron long sword that shone with silver light, and the flames ignited the raging anger in his heart. Sventel glanced at the dozens of blood-soaked barbarian warriors present in hatred. Among the corpses everywhere, the knight The fear and entanglement on his face dissipated, and his will has never been so firm.

He can't control what others do, he will only do what the Ranger Knight should do.

"Demacia! First Legion Ranger Warrior Sventel is here!!!"

The knight's voice was firm and loud, piercing the clouds, as if singing a triumphant war song.

Not far away, the knight who had not left completely froze, unknowingly stopped the horse's belly, tightened the reins, turned his head with a complicated expression, and looked behind him at the fool who was still holding his ground '.

"They...they haven't left yet...haven't left...Eri, we're saved..."

Desperately hiding in the dark, the Demacian villagers were waiting to be slaughtered, but suddenly they heard the loud voice of the Demacian soldiers outside the house. The villagers retreated in fear, and hugged their son, weeping as if they had found support.

After the Demacia knight yelled the first sentence, the sarcasm and ridicule on the faces of the Freljord savages gradually solidified, and their faces became serious, something they had never shown when encountering cavalry charges expression.

Although they couldn't understand what the Demacian was saying, fools could tell that the knight wasn't trying to run away.

He will not surrender, nor will he run away.

Instead, he's going to fight.

This was the last thing they wanted to see, for many of them were expelled from the Clan and gathered in the South for fear of fighting the fierce enemy in the North.

They are actually the cowards in the north, a group of deserters who are afraid of the bear shaman and ogre trolls.

Uthars is like this, the leader Swak is like this, on the contrary, there are very few marriage losers like Arsaron who are kicked out because of offending the war mother and wife.

Standing on the spot in the most standard cavalry charging posture, Sventer slowly crossed his sword by his side, holding the reins tightly with his left hand.

He wants to charge, he wants to fight, he is destined to die here, he wants to use his burning soul to burn away the cowardice of the Demacian soldiers, and he wants to dedicate his life to his belief and will.

The mission of a cavalryman is to charge, not to flee.

"Demacian Rangers!!!"

His throat was damaged, and Sventel's voice became hoarse, which was very unpleasant.

"charge!!!"

"Xi Lv Lv!!"

As if feeling the boiling fighting spirit of the strange master, the trembling Pingyuan horse retreated from fear and neighed. The horse's eyes widened, forgetting the threat of death, and began to move vigorously and gradually accelerated, crazily He rushed to the barbarian warrior who stayed in place.

At this moment, it is the bravest and fearless war horse in the world, and Sventer believes in this, even though this is their first meeting.

"kill!!!!"

With the hoarse battle roar of the Demacians in his ears, Uthars stared blankly at the Demacian coward who charged towards him, as if he had returned to that snowy night, because he witnessed his son being slaughtered by a crazy bear man Divide the food and refuse to enter the snowfield again to find supplies.

The eyes of the war mother have never been so disappointed...

When he came back to his senses, the barbarian had just raised his axe, and before he could shake his wrist, a cold light flashed, and his vision began to spin and dance. At the last moment, what Uthars saw was his headless corpse and the body that fell to the ground. hand axe.

His arms were hanging down all the time.

It turned out that it was an illusion all along.

Until the moment of his death, he didn't dare to point the ax that he had lost all his life at the Demacian who was charging towards him.

He didn't lift the hatchet at all.

He is scared.

"So, I'm the coward, right..."

Consciousness is completely immersed in darkness.

"kill him!!!"

Swark, with river-shaped battle patterns painted on his face, was the first to react, and roared at the knight who dared to provoke him.

On the way to the charge, Sventer bent down to avoid the oncoming spinning stone zipline. Like a miracle, he used his long sword to deflect the whistling flying ax dangerously. His nerves were extremely tense. The ranger once again chopped off a head with a long sword, and then was hit in the chest by a flying ax flying from the front right, fell off the horse with a plop, rolled several times, and half-kneeled in front of him with the long sword , lost breath.

After the owner fell, the horse did not run away, but accelerated towards a barbarian warrior again. Unfortunately, it was hit by the swirling stone zip line and fell to the ground, and the barbarian cut its throat with a long sword.

Neighing unwillingly, the war horse slowly closed its eyes, staring at the direction where its new master fell.

Witnessing the fierce horse dying in an angry neighing, the barbarian warrior who successfully killed the Demacian knight with a throwing ax did not feel any joy, but felt chills all over his body.

Perhaps because everything in front of them was too shocking, the barbarian bandits present were at a loss for a moment.

These southerners don't seem to be as cowardly as they thought.

"Demacia! The First Legion Ranger Polis is here!!! Follow the Sventir Knight!"

"Demacia! Nochist, the ranger warrior of the First Legion, is here!!! Follow the Sventir knight!"

"Demacia! First Legion Ranger Mosarki is here!!! Follow the Sventir Knight!"

"Demacia! Kalamis, the ranger warrior of the First Legion, is here!!! Follow the Sventir knight!"

After Sventir fell, four more rangers who hadn't completely left returned to the battlefield, roaring at the hordes of Freljord bandits.

"Demacia Rangers!!! Charge!!!!!!"

"charge!!!"

"Kill!!!!"

Facing the robbers who were ready, the charge of the light cavalry was too weak. The knights were hit by the spinning throwing weapons in the middle, and they fell off their horses one after another. They were killed by the Freljord. beheaded.

Many villagers witnessed what happened before them. In pain, they put their right arm between their teeth, clenched their teeth, and forcibly stifled their sad cries. They let the tears flow down their cheeks, but they dared not make a sound. .

There are always people who need to pass on the deeds of heroes, even if it costs their own dignity.

Feeling the great humiliation, Swak took two steps forward and chopped off the head of the dead knight with a single sword.

"Kill them!! We are the winners!!! Kill everyone!!!"