League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Pfft."

Letting the sharp long sword pierce his lower abdomen, the skinning knife penetrated the flesh from the bottom of the visor and penetrated the head from bottom to top.

In the chaos of life and death, Leopold could clearly feel the cold blade piercing his bearskin hunting suit with difficulty, cutting his skin inch by inch, and exhausted all his energy before losing his life completely. Yu Li crushed his own internal organs mercilessly,

What made him feel strange was that even though he was fatally injured, his body did not respond to any painful feeling. Instead, there was an unprecedented power spreading from the depths of his body, as if a scorching fire ignited his body. The body is filled with sincere joy and joy from the inside out.

The desire to experience more deadly blade clashes in the most primitive fighting, the desire to defeat the enemy with full courage and fearlessness in the line of life and death, deprive the enemy of his life, and become the final winner.

At this moment, Leopold even had the illusion that he was no different from those drug addicts who liked to eat mushrooms. The only difference was that those drug addicts who liked to eat mushrooms were obsessed with a psychedelic and illusory world, while he was addicted to a psychedelic and illusory world. Intoxicated by the blood and death of the living, perhaps this is why he chose to inherit his father's legacy and become a jungle hunter. From the moment he was born, he was destined to fight for blood until he died.

The inner thoughts passed through his mind in an instant. Leopold did not pull out the short knife stuck in his skull. He pulled out the long sword from his abdomen with his backhand, and slashed with the long sword in his hand amidst the dripping blood. A long-handled hammer that hit the head.

The pole of the long-handled hammer broke with a sound. In the frightened eyes of the Omta Forbidden Army, the carefully polished steel sword edge flashed through the gap under the helmet. Immediately afterwards, the Forbidden Army soldiers felt that the whole world was getting higher and higher. , after being turned upside down, it became heavier and heavier, as if the earth had collapsed and hit him in the face.

With a 'pop' sound, the headless corpse fell to the ground, and the blood spurting out covered the eyes of the Forbidden Army that had not been closed. It was not until this moment that the Forbidden Army realized that his head was in a different place.

"Monster! You monster!"

The monster in front of him was shrouded in an unknown green halo. The skeleton seemed to have grown in size, and the flesh became rough and tough, as if it had grown a layer of wrinkled dark green dragon skin.

After witnessing the worthless death of his companions in the massacre, the last Custodes crossbowman collapsed completely and fled to the rear without looking back.

Looking at the Imperial Guard soldiers who turned around and fled, a majestic and fanatical voice suddenly appeared in Leopold's mind.

"Kill him, kill this coward who dares to do something but doesn't deserve it, use his life to wash away your shame, and let everyone understand that the consequences of offending you will only lead to death!"

"Who are you? Why do you appear in my mind?"

"Kill him, I will give you everything, I will put the power of the world in your hands, whether it is strength, weapons, or will, woman, I will prepare it for you, go, don't let the humble worm Become a stumbling block for your progress..."

"But... I still have a wife and a son... He is also a father, he also has a family, and now he has chosen to run away..."

"Everything in this world is meaningless, only power is eternal! Don't forget, the father you call you, he calls you a 'monster'."

The voice in my head was humiliatingly playful.

"...He...called me a monster?"

Leopold raised his head, and his vision seemed to be covered with a layer of blood mist. The prey that turned around and fled seemed to be making an infuriating sneer at him, laughing at himself for being a coward who dared not disembowel him.

At this moment, Leopold finally figured out one thing, that is, cowards are never worthy of mercy. Only death and blood can make these disgusting maggots understand what respect is. These garbage were born from their mother's womb and do not deserve to live here. World!

"I obviously want to save your life, how dare you laugh at me? You pig! You bastard who ran away from battle! It's obvious that you offended me! How dare you!!! Laugh at me!!!"

The rage in his heart ignited the last trace of Leopold's sanity. The man roared and threw the long sword in his hand horizontally, as if blessed by some kind of power. The whistling long sword cut through the air and tore the crossbowman from behind. of armor,

The crossbowman split into two, and his upper body fell heavily to the ground. His lower body ran forward three more steps before falling to the ground. The filth quickly flowed all over the ground.

Seeing his enemy being disemboweled by him, Leopold grinned and felt happy all over his body. Unfortunately, this feeling of satisfaction only lasted for a few breaths. When he thought about how many people there were in this city, There were so many maggots that didn't deserve to live in this world that he couldn't stand it for even a second longer.

Must, must kill all the maggots and use the blood of maggots to prove his glory. Only in this way can he get a moment of satisfaction.

Kneeling on one knee, Leopold raised his hands.

"A sacrifice for you, my master."

"Herod!"

There was the sound of heavy horse hoofbeats behind him. Leopold was stunned for a moment, then picked up a steel sword and turned back indifferently. Less than thirty meters behind him, there was a knight riding a tall horse standing.

Really seeing the incarnation of death that threatened him all the way, Leopold did not feel any fear. He only had the desire to behead the enemy who casually crushed him to death in front of him. His only reason kept Leopold from raising a finger. He raised his sword and just stared at the absolute power with enthusiasm and excitement.

Maybe it would be an honor to die here like this.

"Now you are one of us, warrior, tell me your name."

The death knight's attitude made Leopold sober up from his frenzy, and the blood in his sight faded a lot. Leopold soon realized that the guy riding the monster horse in front of him was invading Omta City. The culprit.

The strange thing is that he can't maintain his hatred for the existence in front of him.

"My name is Leopold, you... why do you say I am one of you?"

The death knight smiled coldly and glanced at the street that could be called a slaughterhouse. There was an unnoticeable jealousy hidden in his tone.

"Of course, the Lord of Blood and Death has chosen you and recognized you. If you can kill so many pigs by yourself, you are qualified to join my army. I will give you ten minutes to wear the best clothes you can get." Good equipment.”

"where are we going?"

"We're going to conquer the world."

…

"Father, mother, where are you?"

Going against the flow of people fleeing, Ignaz, a young hunter, finally arrived overnight outside Omta City, which seemed to be lit by fire. Far away from the thick city wall, Ignaz smelled an indescribable stench and... The smell of blood made him retch uncontrollably.

If he hadn't already adapted to slaughtering prey, he would have spit out the broth he had eaten in the morning without hesitation.

"Uncle McCool, have you met my dad?"

"I haven't seen your father. Maybe your father and mother have fled here before us. My child, you should leave quickly. The city is very dangerous. Even Lord Alcott's imperial army has escaped."

"Thank you, but I can't leave yet... Sister Marta, have you met my parents?"

The usually friendly neighbor sister was like a frightened little squirrel, wearing a men's cloak and huddled behind the carriage board. She lowered her head without saying a word, her hair was messy, as if she didn't hear anything. The boy's question.

The coachman ignored Ignaz's intention and drove the guests who had already paid the fare to Pasa as quickly as possible. Whether it was for money or for his own life, he had no need to meddle in other people's business.

Ignaz asked more than a dozen people in a row, and only a handful of acquaintances gave him disappointing answers. Most people either ignored him at all, or simply rolled their eyes with a look of disgust. The butcher shop also wiped out the change from these old customers, which was like a white-eyed wolf.

The number of people leaving the city gradually became less and less. The young man did not want to wait any longer, so he entered the city with his hunting bow and prepared to go back to his butcher shop.

The smoky city lit up half of the night sky. The crimson night sky merged with the dark green magic vortex above the city center, turning into a depressing and crazy cold tone.

The air was mixed with various mellow and foul stenches. The smell was far stronger than the slaughterhouse in a hunting lodge. Every breath in was no less than scratching back and forth on the bridge of the nose with a knife blade.

Facing an environment that was far worse than he imagined, Ignaz could only wrap the scarf around his collar around his mouth and nose as a mouth covering, using the smell of sweat to resist the terrible feeling of vomiting.

"What happened here? Even Omta's most powerful imperial army can't solve it."

After walking through the burning streets, a fine layer of wet sweat soon oozed out from Ignaz's body. He walked all the way to a relatively open place. He held his breath and looked. The young man's eyes widened in horror, and he almost scream out,

This place seems to have been robbed by the most vicious and inhumane bandits. Outside every house, there are towers made of skulls, ranging from forty to fifty. The largest skull tower is three meters high. At first glance, it looks like it has been cursed by thousands of people, which is heartbreaking. The expression on every head is filled with despair and fear. The eyes are wide open, as if unimaginable pain has been inflicted before death.

There were countless headless bodies hanging upside down on the wooden piles and branches. From the position of the broken neck, the blood formed a complex pattern of thorns in the ditch dug deliberately. The center position was facing the largest. Before the pile of skulls, there is a pile of processed corpses. The corpses form a physically uncomfortable altar of flesh and blood. A blasphemous dark green light lingers above the pile of flesh and blood, as if there is life. The dark green light starts from the altar. Burning, slowly climbed up the pile of skulls.

The horrific sight of his mind exploding made Ignaz's liver and gallbladder split, his courage was gone, and his only thought was to leave this place.

When he turned around and prepared to escape, behind the young man, there was a two-meter-tall iron-clad giant silently appearing. Under the horned knight's helmet was a suit of iron-green barbed plate armor, and his eyes seemed to be two burning balls. The flames stopped, and Ignaz could only see brutality and destruction in the distortion.

After their eyes met, the young man looked like a walking zombie whose soul had been burned out. He stood there with blank eyes, unable to even express his fear.

The death knight stretched out his iron gauntlet and strangled the boy's throat, preparing to cut off the boy's head.

"Lord Tusman, he is my son. Please allow me to offer you a battle of honor and courage for your Demon Ascension Ceremony. I will kill him with my own hands. (Ixtal language)"

Just when the iron gauntlet touched Ignaz's skin, a tall figure walked into this place of bloody sacrifice, with a rough and hoarse voice.

After glancing at the man who took the initiative to stand up, Tusman paused and retracted his right hand, his green flame eyes becoming colder.

"Leopold, I don't think this frightened worm is qualified to appear in my demon ascending ceremony. It's not even qualified to be a living sacrifice.

As for you, Leopold, you know the cost of angering me, but you still dare to stand up. I have to say, I admire your courage. (Rachern language)"

Having said that, Tusman has no idea of ​​killing the worm. He can't wait to use Leopold's blood to forge his own new path to glory.

If Leopold had honestly maintained respect and obedience to him, he would not have been stupid enough to attack the warriors that the Lord favored. Now that Leopold himself had broken the rules, he would have enough reason to attack.

He was very sure that if he killed Leopold here, not only would he not be blamed, but he would also be able to please the Dark Lord.

"Father? Is that you?"

As the two of them were talking, Ignaz's empty eyes regained their charm.

The young man turned his head and saw an inhuman monster wearing heavy scale armor and a barbarian helmet, with black and green chaotic energy lingering all over his body.

Even though the yew longbow had been transformed by some kind of black-green metal and now turned into an evil weapon that was infested with thorns, he could still recognize that it was his father's favorite weapon.

He was very familiar with the way the monster held the bow, because he also held the bow in this way, and his father taught him the skills step by step.

"Father, you, how did you become like this?"

Ignaz ran towards his father without hesitation, hugging the cold and ghostly armor, regardless of the fact that his body was pierced by iron thorns. Compared with the physical pain, he was more afraid that he would never see him again. My beloved father.

"I thought I would never see you again..."

The young man burst into tears and his body was shaking constantly. There was no fear in his eyes, only the joy of being reunited with his family.

The palm of his hand seemed to tremble, and Leopold touched his son's head through the cold gauntlet. The urge to crush the young skull disappeared, and the man became more conscious.

His son didn't call him a monster, so he shouldn't be a monster, he should be a father, a father who protects his children.