League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Priscilla is just a mortal, so how can she disobey the order of the giant beast? There is no room for refusal. Priscilla stepped onto the right paw of the giant beast and said in a trembling voice.

"You, what's your name? Where is the City of the Titans?"

To Priscilla's surprise, the answer to her question was the other head of the giant beast. The lizard spit out a ferocious message with a cold voice.

"My name is Sedevis, and I am the guide to the gate of the star world. The City of Titans is the divine realm where the Titans and their followers live. All mortals who pass the selection are eligible to go to the City of Titans. Mortals, prepare to go to the gods. field."

As soon as the words fell, the giant beast who called himself Seidevis stood up and flew towards the Starry Sky Gate, without giving Priscilla a chance to continue asking questions.

Being in the giant beast's imaginary claws, her body was obviously moving upwards, but Priscilla felt as if she was falling towards the boundless starry sky.

A feeling of dizziness hit, and when she regained consciousness, Priscilla was already in a magnificent temple. Priscilla looked at the golden bricks and jade tiles that could never exist in the mortal world, and her eyes were fixed on the suspected altar. On the shrine of the star statue, he felt increasingly fearful and uneasy.

"There is no need to worry or hesitate, mortal, even if darkness comes to the world, the starlight will guide your path."

Priscilla looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall goddess with long, smooth blue hair walking towards her with elegant steps. She was dressed in a holy and noble white robe exuding a soft fragrance. The white light and the expression are as warm as water, making people intoxicated and willing to bow down and worship.

Priscilla could not use any words to describe how beautiful the visitor was. This kind of beauty had exceeded the limit that mortals could imagine. It was like the incarnation of 'beauty'. Only gods could have such an appearance that made mortals feel ashamed.

"Goddess, I, I don't understand..."

"My name is Tretiers, and I am the giant god of knowledge and curiosity. I am in charge of all books and secrets in the world, and I am also responsible for enlightenment and creation.

The starlight has chosen you, your fate is unavoidable, mortal, come with me. "

The goddess named Cuitiers led Priscilla towards her star pillar stone. Standing in front of the star pillar stone, Cuitiers motioned Priscilla to touch the blue star pillar.

"Mortal, accept the guidance of the starlight and complete your mission with the gifts. When the trial is completed, I will take you back to the City of Titans. There will be a place for you in the Temple of the Stars, and you will enjoy eternal joy and joy. Peace."

Priscilla hesitated for a moment, then touched the star pillar stone that was more than two feet high with her fingers. As if being attracted by a starlight, Priscilla came to an illusory and wonderful unknown space.

A flash of starlight came towards her, and Priscilla instinctively opened her palm to grasp it. The moment the starlight exploded, an unheard of technique suddenly appeared in her mind.

According to the knowledge in her mind, Priscilla tentatively opened her mouth and recited the obscure spell. She felt a wonderful pulling force that allowed her to break the barrier of space. Her body suddenly became light, and her body appeared in an instant. A hundred meters away.

Priscilla gasped in horror, feeling ecstatic inside, as if she couldn't believe that she could easily master such a mysterious miracle.

"Goddess above, you can move a hundred meters away with a snap of your fingers. Is this the method of astral flickering?"

Before Priscilla could regain her composure, another starlight flew towards her. This time Priscilla took the initiative to step forward and grab the starlight. The starlight spread out, which was a kind of barrier-breaking technique.

In the following period, the fanatical Priscilla took the initiative to grab the starlight that came to her door, and learned more than a dozen kinds of astral magic like a wolf, including offensive spells, defensive spells, enchantment spells, and not-so-decent spells. of ecstasy,

Regardless of whether it is useful or useless, Priscilla is very excited and accepts it completely.

If she can return to Mount Targon with these god-given spells, she will become a more powerful mage than the Demon Priest of Lahorak, and even as powerful as Saint Leona of the Solar Sect and Saint Diana of the Lunar Sect. , perhaps she can also use these spells to establish a new giant god sect and become the founder of the sect - why can the Sun Star Spirit and the Bright Moon Star Spirit enjoy worship, but a great goddess like Cuitiers can silently nameless?

Just as Priscilla was looking forward to the future, a distinctive golden starlight appeared in front of her eyes. Before she could hold it, the golden starlight exploded and turned into a golden light curtain. Within the light curtain appeared An ancient and majestic black fortress city slowly descended from the sky with a bird's-eye view. She gradually zoomed in on the image. She could even see many ant-sized black spots doing their own thing in the city. Upon closer inspection, she found that They are living people.

[What kind of place is this, so prosperous and majestic? 】

Priscilla just thought about it in her heart, not expecting anyone to answer, but the goddess's voice came to her ears.

"This place is called the 'Immortal Fortress'. It is the second imperial capital of the Noxus Empire and is located in the eastern part of the Valoran continent."

Hearing the goddess's voice again, Priscilla immediately knelt on the ground enthusiastically, looking ecstatic.

"Goddess?! Why are you here?"

"Mortal, your mission will begin from the Immortal Fortress."

The image in the light screen changed, and a slightly blurred magic well appeared alone in a dark place. Priscilla opened her eyes wide and looked at the magic light screen without blinking.

"Throw the magic beacon I gave you into the well, and your mission will be completed."

A white multi-faceted sphere the size of a fist and extremely complex in shape appeared out of thin air, landed right on Priscilla's chest, and was held in the girl's hand.

Dazzling stars burst out in front of her eyes again, and Priscilla's consciousness gradually faded away.

"I have given you extraordinary magical talents. Mortal, go and complete your mission. There is no need to be afraid of the road ahead. I will be with you."

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Dalmo Plains, Darkwill Territory, Nuer City.

After a hundred years of transformation and expansion, the former small town has been transformed into a majestic giant city. Nuer City radiates in concentric circles in all directions. The solemn and elegant architectural style embodies the melancholy and cruelty of the vampires. The entire city is All the resources in the Kweir Territory are concentrated and transported to Nuer City, supporting more than 300,000 people.

As the last ray of sunlight on the other side of the star screen disappeared in the Western Mountains, the sound of soul-crushing bells spread from the top of the Gothic tower to all directions. The originally lifeless city instantly fell into deathly silence, and the doors and windows of every house were closed, as if There are man-eating monsters on the dim and dark streets.

On the Gargoyle Bell Tower located in the center of the city, four giant gargoyles crouching on the edge of the tower transformed from stones into ferocious living creatures. After roaring, they flew in all directions and went to remote areas to randomly hunt and devour. Some unlucky guys who don't come home at night.

Today's Nuer City is very hierarchical and has clearly defined classes.

The outermost ring of the city is home to 250,000 carefully selected vampire servants, while the middle ring is home to tens of thousands of human blood slaves who have received the gift of holy blood and obtained basic qualifications for survival.

At the core, there are thirteen ancient castles.

Thirteen ancient castles and their mistresses guard the central holy castle, and together they guard the only owner of the Darkwill Territory. It is Brown Darkwill who rebelled against the Noxus Empire and proclaimed himself the King of the Blood Tribe. .

Originating from the King of the Blood Clan, Brown Darkwill, there are a total of thirteen pure-blood clans in the Darkwill Territory.

These pure-blood clans and their bloodline descendants are also the main components of the Blood Plague Legion.

The mixed-blood clan is the main body of the city located between the pure-blood clan and the blood servants.

The upper one is responsible for serving the pure-blood clan, and the lower one is responsible for managing the slaves who serve as the blood bank.

Whenever the sun goes down, the soul-crushing bell of the Blood Tribe Holy City will ring on time. With the tolling of the soul-crushing bell, the nightlife in Nuer City has officially begun.

Blood lust spreads,

Like a delicate scalpel, it opened an open wound and spurted out hot blood, dyeing the pure night red.

The blood noble, who had been sleeping all day, impatiently endured his bloodthirst and pushed open the sliding coffin board.

Under the service of the house servant, the blood noble changed into an old noble dress, got into the carriage under the service of the servant, and entered different banquet halls with dignity, enjoying the fresh blood feast presented by the human blood slaves.

According to the different levels of the blood nobles,

The blood feast is also divided into different levels.

The lowest level blood feast can only provide the most common blood slaves for some miscellaneous blood masters to eat. The blood slaves themselves cannot even guarantee their health, let alone whether they are pleasing to the eyes or ears. They can only be said to have just filled their stomachs and will not make them hungry. .

More advanced blood feasts will provide blood slaves for warriors and mages. The former has better flesh and blood quality, while the latter has the effect of purifying the power of blood. It is very rare. Only pure-blood clans can cultivate high-level slaves on a large scale. Blood slaves, even such high-level blood slaves do not have everything to eat. After all, they still need blood transfusions to the more greedy upper echelons.

As for the most advanced blood banquet, it must be the palace banquet of the blood king.

The dozens of waiters who come and go are all handsome men and beauties carefully selected from among the blood slaves.

After undergoing "violent ripening" and "internal fighting" at all costs, these top waiters have been selected from thousands of people and have powerful strength that far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Some of them are not even inferior to some mixed vampires. In the blood feast, these people are even more humble and despicable than the pigs raised by humans.

These exquisite living creatures are all carefully selected with great reverence from the pure-blood nobles.

The meat and blood are very delicious. After dancing with the Blood Lord, he will docilely lie down on the dining table and witness the noble Blood Lord using exquisite silverware to draw elegant lines on his body.

Only when the consciousness falls into darkness and merges with the Blood Lord can it be considered that the mission of a lifetime has been completed.

Darkwill's main castle, the king of blood, Brown Darkwill, sits on a high seat.

Sitting across from each other, the fruits, vegetables and animal meat on Simond's table, the god of the astral world, seemed incompatible with the bloody environment around him.

For Simond, even if it takes him hundreds of years to adapt, it will be difficult for him to eat anything in such an environment.

This time when he attended the banquet, he did not touch anything on the table as before. Simond just followed the banquet etiquette and sat in his seat with his eyes closed, waiting for the end of the blood feast.

If not necessary, he would rather stay in the ancient city of Meladia in the company of those unpretentious barbarians than participate in such a ridiculous banquet.

After all, eating in the former is just eating, and it is just a part of primitive ethnic culture, similar to the general piety of religious beliefs.

The barbarians in the ancient city of Meladia believe that enemies killed in battle will become part of their sacred power, just like a cheetah hunting an elk in the jungle, but without so many twists and turns.

Brown was not angry at Simond's indifference either.

Throwing away the clean peeled drum, he grabbed the fresh red fruit on the silver plate and took one bite, the juice splashed everywhere, and he ate it with relish.

He has understood one thing since his last defeat in the Freljord.

Just leave the thankless trouble of fighting to Star Bound. He will never play against Leicester again.

Wouldn't it be nice to be his king in Nuer City? He is not stupid, and he insists on risking his life to get beaten up.

No matter what the astral messenger says,

Brown has made up his mind that he will never leave his nest, wherever he likes.

After three rounds of banquets,

After eating and drinking enough, Brown wiped the corners of his lips with a silk scarf, and waved away his harem and the living creatures with regretful faces.

The blood servant immediately cleaned up the banquet hall, and Brown and Simond moved to the study in silence one after the other.

Brown doesn't mind inviting the astral angels to participate in the following after-dinner exercises.

It's a pity that Simond can tolerate him holding a blood feast, but he can't tolerate discussing the true meaning of life with him.

Even if he was just watching, he had already lost three ‘beloved concubines’ because of this, and he was almost beaten to paralysis.

At first, he thought that the Lord God Envoy might be picky and did not like unclean women. After many trials, he had to doubt that the Lord God Envoy would not have any desire at all. He could only say that he was indeed a big shot from the star realm. , A person with a pure heart and few desires is like a saint.

After closing the door of the study, a tall man with pale skin and bloodless face came to Simond with a cup of blood wine. He looked humble and submissive, but there was no trace of the arrogance of a king.

"I wonder what Sir Simond is here for? If there is anything I can do to help, I will not refuse. Even if you ask me, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

With a faint glance at Brown, who was acting pretentious, Simond sat down on the main seat in the study, crossed his right leg, and stared at the smiling King of Blood.

"I see that Lord Blood King is very relaxed. Now that the Blood Plague Legion has been rebuilt, there is a lack of a group of rare soldiers on the star battlefield. How about Lord Blood King personally leading the army to flank the Imperial Army with us?"

The smile on Brown's face did not diminish at all, and his face became more flattering, and he took the initiative to bend down to Simond.

"It's just a small fight. How can those wastes of the Blood Plague Legion fall into the eyes of Lord Simond? Of course, if the Blood Plague Legion really needs to participate in the war, I will order that the best warriors under my command be selected. Generals will go to fight. Of course, you know the quality of the Blood Plague Legion, but I cannot guarantee how effective it will be."

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