League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Herod!"

The flame nightmare horse, which neither belongs to the living nor the dead, emits the mourning of its soul. Wherever the horse's hooves trample, all life is like withered flowers, igniting the eternal flames of the underworld.

Tusman Kuka drove the war mount under his crotch, like passing through a water-soaked curtain. The death knight used his lance to tear apart the fugitive's body. Under the huge kinetic energy, Lauryn's body was broken in the middle. , turned into a handful of blood.

Without any chance of reincarnation, Lauryn, who was killed by a lance, used his blood as a guide, and his broken soul became part of the death knight's power.

Whether they are mortals in the distance or the undead army following closely behind, everyone can hear the low hum from Mitna Rachen.

The difference is that only the latter can understand what kind of authority the owner of this low voice holds, and the person in power is currently watching the battle taking place in the material realm in a special way.

"Not enough, still not enough... I need more blood and glory."

After bathing in blood, Tusman's originally chaotic brain was completely immersed in war and fighting.

Thousands of years ago, he followed the barbarian king Uzul on the grassland to conquer the entire continent. Countless cowards chose to surrender under the threat of death. Thousands of lives died at his hands, and he spent half his life on horseback. Died on the battlefield,

Thousands of years later, he resurrected from death and regained control of his consciousness. He still followed the supreme monarch during his lifetime and fought with the cowardly messengers of death. Finally, they defeated the original lord of the underworld and completely dominated the world of the dead.

Thanks to the monarch, he was able to return to the material realm, continue to roam the battlefield, and once again enjoy the purest plunder and killing amidst the weeping and gnashing of teeth of mortals.

"I have only one order for you! That is to destroy everything you see! Use your flesh and blood to sacrifice to our monarch! We will win again and again under the banner of the king! (Rachen language)"

Under the command of the death knight Tusman, the murderous death army spread like fireworks. They no longer pursued any battle formations, but only wanted to kill more enemies in the struggle of their colleagues.

Following unhurriedly behind the undead army, Thresh chatted slightly relaxedly with the underworld mage Ahsoka Flor, whom he was relatively acquainted with.

Thresh's duty is to use the corrupted benefactor to open a portal from the material realm to the city of the underworld, and let Mitna Rachen's low-level summoned skeleton soldiers stabilize the portal front.

Ahsoka's mission is to lead other underworld mages to control the skeleton soldiers to plunder enough sacrifices to further expand the transmission threshold of the underworld portal, until it can finally allow the powerful undead army to travel through space and reach the material realm.

Now that the death knight Tusman has successfully arrived in the material realm with his undead army, Thresh and Ahsoka have completed their mission. Mordekaiser has extraordinary tolerance for his subordinates who do their part. This is why the two of them can leisurely stroll around the battlefield.

"Your Excellency Ahsoka, as early as a hundred years ago, I was looking forward to the king coming to this world and conquering the world. Today, I finally got what I wanted. I am so happy that it is indescribable...

It's just that I don't know why the undead legion that was transmitted was only a thousand people in such a major matter. Even if the king's army is fearless and invincible, they should not advance so rashly when they have room to spare. "

Thresh walked forward slowly, the green soul fire swaying, and the bones rattling.

Ahsoka glanced at Thresh and regretfully gave up on the idea of ​​judging a cunning old ghost from his words and deeds.

Ahsoka, who walks in the material realm in the form of a witch spirit, has an old and twisted face, her skinny body is completely hidden in the ghost cloak, and she has a pair of pure black evil eyes with no whites, like glass balls. The evil luster is as intimidating as the legendary hag.

It can only be said that both of them were born with an inhuman appearance. At this moment, one tall and one short, walking side by side, they complemented each other quite well, as if they were a match made in heaven.

"Your Majesty Thresh doesn't know that the king has a big plan this time. Today's undead army was promoted from the original millions of veterans. In order to condense every bit of strength, the king adopted a new method to select warriors. In order to create an invincible army that can always crush the world,

After conquering the mortal world, the king is ready to sacrifice half of his mortal soul to penetrate the world passage and open up a path to a new world. At that time, the king will lead a more powerful army to conquer the new world. "

With only a few words, Thresh felt extremely timid and deeply felt that he was humble and insignificant.

All mortals thought that the purpose of the Dark Lord's dormancy for so long was to find an opportunity to defeat the Noxus Empire. He had served the Dark Lord for a full thousand years, and now he learned that the Dark Lord's eyes had jumped. Escaped from Runeterra and looked at a new world that has never been opened up before.

His bones trembled involuntarily, and Thresh once again strengthened his belief in life that he could not betray the Dark Lord.

Not caring about Thresh's attitude, the corners of Wu Ling's mouth slightly raised, and he pointed at the undead army fighting and killing mortals in front, with a hint of envy in his tone.

"Blood and skulls pave the road to glory. Those who are not afraid of the dead can be reborn through [Demon Ascension] and advance into a more powerful warrior. This is what the king has been planning after defeating the Mother of Masks.

Death Knight Tusman is unwilling to allow more undead legions to arrive in the material realm, in order to commandeer enough blood sacrifices to achieve the necessary requirements for ‘demon promotion’.

It's a pity that we and other wizards and wizards have been excluded from the beginning and lost this opportunity for promotion. Now we can only watch others make achievements here. "

Thresh was stunned for a moment when he said this, and then he felt a little unhappy. After all, strictly speaking, his and Ahsoka's positions in the underworld were almost the same. Ahsoka had no chance of promotion, so couldn't he just stare?

In his impression, Mordekaiser has always been a relatively fair monarch. He has rarely done anything to favor one over others for thousands of years. If this is the case, how could he act like this?

You must know that witch wizards and lich warlocks are a very important part of Mitna Rachen. Without these mages who study Ouchen magic, Mitna Rachen would never be able to develop to the extent it is today.

"Listening to what you said, this [Demon Enlightenment] seems to be the only way to become an advanced being in the new world. If this is the case, why does the monarch do this? Of course, I have no intention of offending, and Ahsoka doesn't need to answer this. question."

Shaking her head at Thresh, Ahsoka's dark eyes seemed to be able to travel through space, and her tone was unusually heavy.

"Look at the soldiers of the Undead Legion and you will understand. The monarch prefers soldiers who fight with real swords on the battlefield. People like you and me... are inferior after all."

Hearing this, Thresh also fell silent. He has dedicated himself to the material realm for so long. Of course, it is impossible for him to choose to join the undead army at this moment and become a member of all living beings. This not only goes against his ideal of establishing a world cage, It will also seriously delay his time for fun,

Fortunately now, he only has the Dark Lord on his head. If he really joins the legion, there might be some beast that poops and urinates on his head. Just look at Tusman's attitude towards him and you will understand that joining the Undead What will happen to the Legion?

But he was really unwilling to be excluded like this.

No one can resist the temptation of the new world, not even him.

When Thresh also became 'melancholy', Ahsoka patted Thresh's sexy thigh bone to express comfort.

Unaware that cunning and cunning have become brothers in trouble, Tusman leads the way to Linlu Street.

Glancing contemptuously at the stone wall transformed by elemental magic, Tusman galloped forward with his horse in hand, facing the rain of arrows and spell attacks and ramming straight into it.

"boom!"

The elemental stone wall in the northwest, which was enough to make thousands of skeletons and resurrected zombies hate each other, was smashed into pieces by the trinity of death knights, including man, horse, and lance. After several more rounds, dozens of people died from the impact and trampling of the Nightmare Horse. Down,

Facing these mortals who were as weak as pigs and dogs, Tusman did not even bother to use his lance and allowed his war horses to wreak havoc.

Soon the Flame Nightmare's equipment was stained with a layer of scarlet flesh. With the blessing of flesh and blood, the flames of death on the Flame Nightmare's body gradually restrained, and a layer of crimson wriggling flesh grew inside the equipment. It seemed that It is evolving towards the next stage.

The unreasonable destructive power of the Death Knight instantly crushed everyone's will to resist. Omta's defenders collapsed and fled to the rear, as if they were hunting in a hunting ground. Tusman harvested back and forth at a speed that a mortal could never escape. Holding the souls of Omta's defenders.

In just a few minutes, Tusman killed nearly a hundred people. In the chaos, the soldiers of the Undead Legion had already killed them.

For the soldiers of the Undead Legion, the only thing that needs to be considered at this moment is to kill all living beings. There is no benefit in struggling and begging for mercy. They do not need any prisoners.

"You are a coward who can only run away, why don't you muster up the courage to fight me!

coward! They are all cowards! A coward only deserves to decorate a warrior's spear with his own flesh and blood!

Run away, keep running away, let me hear your screams before death. Only the screams of fear can calm the anger in my heart. "

The meat grinder-like battlefield crushed the flesh and blood of every living person bit by bit, and the soul could not escape the icy whirlpool. The city in the forest was dyed scarlet, and even the cold moonlight had a crimson color. Colorful curtain.

"Herodian!!!"

A chilling sound of horses was heard from a thousand meters behind me, followed by a series of miserable wails that ended abruptly.

A gust of dark wind blew from behind, and the spring breeze of Omta brought the smell of blood far faster than the speed of the legs.

Leopold did not look back. The man held the bow and arrow on the long bow, desperately trying to escape from the battlefield.

No longer caring about his vow to unite and escape from Omta, with his steps as agile as the wind, he had already thrown away the other arrow tower defenders.

Even so, the shadow of death still hung behind him, staring at his panic and fear with a sneer, as if everything he did was in vain.

He always trusted his feelings, but this time, he hoped that the suffocation lingering in his heart was an illusion.

"I want to live, I have to live!"

At the end of the street was a small group of Forsworn soldiers who were evacuating in an emergency. Looking back at him, there were three familiar faces who had been betrayed. Unknowingly, he had caught up with the Forsworn who had abandoned the Omta people.

"Who told you to escape! Get back! If you dare to move forward again, shoot and kill!"

Facing the arrows and crossbows pointed at him again, Leopold felt only indifference. At this moment, any factor that hindered his survival was his unrelenting enemy.

Facing the relentless enemy, there was only one thing he could do.

The bow was bent and unstrung, and the exquisite long bow in his hand seemed to have become a part of the body. Before the final note fell, the armor-piercing arrow that came out from the string had already pierced a person's head, and the tapered arrow came from the body that protected the back of the head. A hole appeared in the scaled visor,

The sudden stop while running made the armored Imperial Army a perfect target for the hunter.

The most frightening thing is that when one arrow is shot, another arrow is already on the tight bowstring.

"How dare you kill your compatriots! Let's kill this beast who escaped from the battlefield together!"

Amidst the sounds of disbelief and anger, the seven Forbidden Army actually stopped. Some drew their swords, some pulled off the crossbows, and some waved long-handled hammers and rushed towards Leopold, vowing to kill Leopold. To death.

At this moment, Leopold recalled a sentence his father had said to him, and he also passed this sentence on to his son.

“Don’t be angry, but be calm in the midst of rage, and be furious in the midst of calmness.”

The man's dry and chapped lips opened slightly, and the second arrow and the third arrow directly pierced through the scales, taking away two arrogant and selfish souls.

For the first time, they faced the power of the armor-piercing longbow of Omtar's chief hunter. The Imperial Guards who were lucky enough not to be at the front looked horrified and couldn't help but pause in their steps.

This pause is enough for a hunter who has entered the hunting state to shoot a fatal arrow. The scales on his body cannot resist the cone-shaped armor-piercing arrow. A crossbowman is killed on the spot, and when the crossbowman is killed A crossbow bolt happened to be fired and flew past the hunter's right arm, leaving a deep blood mark.

"Kill him together! Otherwise we will all die here!"

Under the threat of death, the wavering Forbidden Army also fell into madness, their faces filled with unforgettable hatred, as if the man holding a long bow in front of them was the culprit of everything.

Another arrow was shot out, taking away an enemy. Under rough use, the yew longbow finally made an overwhelming sound of shattering.

The hunter did not hesitate to throw away the longbow that he had cherished for half his life, and took out a short skinning knife that was only as long as his forearm.