League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Leopold suddenly had a feeling that the Lord in the Underworld was very interested in this battle, and did not seem to mind him keeping his son, as long as he had to pay for his offense.

To be sure, this battle is inevitable.

"Boy, be brave and witness your father's path to glory."

"Um!"

Ignaz wiped his tears and ran not far away obediently, staring at his father's solid back, with hidden hope in his heart.

No matter what his father became, he was still the man who loved him.

"Tusman, since you look down on my son, I can only offer myself as a sacrifice. I hope you will be satisfied."

As he spoke, Leopold silently observed Tusman. The death knight was currently fighting on foot without a mount. The weapon was a two-handed sword. The threat was far less than that of a knight when riding a war horse. When the magic ritual was in progress, Tusman could not summon the Nightmare Horse halfway, which meant that he did not need to face the irresistible knight's gun.

If he is crazy enough to want to kill Tusman, now is the best opportunity, but this is only the best opportunity he can create, and it does not mean that he can defeat the enemy in front of him.

Standing here and facing the face-torn Death Knight, his only feeling was that he would definitely die.

"Leopold, as a price for provoking me."

The tall death knight drew out his two-handed sword and made a charging and slashing stance.

"I will place your and your son's heads on the top of the skull throne and offer them to my lord!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leopold saw the frightening afterimage turned into a siege hammer that destroyed everything and crashed towards him. The heavy knight's plate armor did not slow down the death knight's speed by half, and the armor's heavy boots trampled violently. The earth was like a huge mountain crashing towards him, bringing him only endless suffocation and oppression.

If he were affected by such an attack, he would definitely die!

"call out!"

The soul-trembling feeling caused by facing a powerful enemy not only failed to defeat the hunter's fighting spirit, but instead ignited the hunter's crazy belief in a last-ditch fight.

The action of archery has turned into physical instinct, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. The demonized longbow shoots out three heavy arrows in the shape of a cross and flies towards the death knight. Leopold shoots out the three arrows without any hesitation, and quickly steps back, fidgeting with the bowstring in his hand. The speed does not slow down at all.

Facing the heavy arrow that pierced the air, the death knight did not dodge, and his dark green two-handed sword ignited with boiling flames.

The great sword cut off the first arrow, but it was too late to retract it. The death knight used his gauntlet to block the second arrow. The arrow exploded under the load, causing a crack visible to the naked eye in the Plutonium, which was invulnerable to swords. , hindering the Death Knight for less than half a second.

The third arrow followed closely, carrying unparalleled killing intent and the greatest force. The tapered arrow pointed directly at the eye hole of the death knight's helmet.

Under the barrel helmet, staring at the arrow that was three centimeters less than his eyes, Tusman had a disdainful sneer on his lips.

"Bang!"

Amidst the muffled sound, a dark light suddenly appeared in front of the barrel helmet and exploded, and the air wave hit the arrow directly.

"Is it magic or equipment?"

Seeing that his extraordinary stunts did not have much effect, Leopold's heart sank slightly, but the non-stop Death Knight had quickly closed the distance, and used his armor to catch the moving hunter with ease. Two arrows fired at medium speed.

The two arrows shattered on the plate armor, leaving only shallow marks.

"Leopold, your strength is as weak as a suckling lamb in the pasture. If that were the case, you wouldn't be able to kill me."

There was no time to refute. Leopold dropped two trap-like traps on the path of the death knight's charge. There was no point in continuing to retreat. Leopold opened his big bow with some difficulty, but there was a string on the bow. The arrow has not been nocked for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, the death knight was less than five meters in front of him. The two-handed sword that could annihilate the soul was close at hand. As long as he stepped over the trap, Leopold could not avoid it.

All that is left to the hunter Leopold is the chance to shoot an arrow, after which he will cut off Leopold's head.

"It's just some small tricks. I was wrong to expect anything from you, a loser."

The enemies had laid traps openly. Of course, the Death Knight would not be stupid enough to step on them, but chose to jump over them. However, he did not expect that these two trap-like traps were not traps at all, but more like traps. It is a sensing device.

These two traps can be triggered without stepping on them.

With a "crash" sound, the trap triggered by the death knight spurted reddish-brown juice upwards, and the juice drenched half of the death knight's body.

Like grease refined by some kind of creature, the juice condenses and solidifies into lumps in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye. Looking at it, it looks like the knight's plate armor is covered with some kind of reddish-brown diseased rhizomes. It looks like a mushroom, does not affect movement, but sticks to the body and is very uncomfortable.

The death knight suddenly looked at Leopold, who was waiting for death. The empty bow string finally showed the shadow of the arrow. The arrow was not a cone-shaped armor-piercing arrow that had been corrupted by the underworld, but a kind of arrow that was also found in the underworld. The famous Ouchen magic [Soul-Burning Black Flame].

Since the establishment of Mitna Rachen, underworld magic has been divided into two types.

One is the death-based underworld spell with the source of underworld power [Ou Chenyu] as the core, which is in the hands of the Lord of the Underworld and the death-based archmage.

The other is a simplified version of the [Rachen] underworld spell in Ouchen language. Compared with the death spells, the general underworld spell lacks the blessing of the law of death and is relatively weak.

Death magic is the only magic other than Holy Light magic that can cause real harm to life in the underworld. Apart from these two types of magic, ordinary four-series elements and mutation elements can do extremely limited damage to life in the underworld.

"You have been demonized for less than three hours, how can you possibly master Ouchen's magic?"

Naturally, he would not say anything more to Tusman. Leopold's movements increased, and the magic arrows on the bowstring were surrounded by dark flames.

Opening his lips, Leopold spoke the syllables he heard when he received the blessing. Immediately afterwards, his physical strength and spirit were drained away, and only his eyes were even more passionate and crazy than before.

The black flame arrow came out of the string and hit the death knight's chest. A large hole was melted through the plate armor in an instant. The burning sensation in his soul made Tusman stagger and stop himself. He supported the ground with his sword and almost fell to the ground. on the ground.

"Father!"

Ignaz, who was watching the battle from a distance, shouted, but Leopold ignored his son. Seeing the death knight's aura increasing instead of decreasing, he used his remaining strength to pull the big bow again.

This time, he will use the soul-burning black flame to penetrate the death knight's head and completely obliterate the enemy in front of him.

at all costs.

"I didn't expect you to have such a talent. If it had been anyone else, the arrow just now would have killed you."

He casually took off the destroyed plate armor, revealing a pale and powerful body. The death knight took off his horn bucket helmet. His short, pale hair like steel needles stood upside down, and his dark green eyes were fixed on Leo. There was a fanatical look on Pod's face.

"It's a pity that my body was born from death, so how can I be afraid of death? If you want to kill me with the soul-burning black flames, you need three arrows. In your current state, can you shoot two more arrows? "

As he spoke, Tusman's body ignited with green flames, and the chest cavity eroded by the black flames healed and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing Tusman standing up from the ground as if he had never been injured, holding a sword in one hand and walking towards his father, Ignaz's face suddenly turned pale.

"Leopold, you are indeed qualified to be my sacrifice. If you are given enough time, you will definitely have a chance to enter the temple. It is a pity that you have chosen a dead end."

Having said this, Tusman glanced at Ignaz who looked desperate, and there was a touch of sarcasm on his lips.

If Leopold's son hadn't just happened to break into this place, how could he have encountered such a good magic-enhancing gift?

Everything seems to be an arrangement of fate. He is destined to take a further step on this road to glory and become a more powerful existence.

"On this road, any emotion will become your bondage. It's a pity that you don't understand this truth. Once you pick up the sword, there will be no room for mercy in the world. I understood this truth when I climbed on the horse for the first time."

The second soul-burning black flame arrow flew towards Tusman, as if just to prove that what he just said was true. Tusman had no intention of avoiding it, and resisted the black flame arrow with his body.

The flames burned Tusman's body and soul, and his steps stopped. The death knight smiled ferociously, as if pain was just a kind of enjoyment for him.

Leopold, who was completely exhausted, fell to the ground, and the yew longbow fell beside him.

Ignaz ran fast and blocked Tusman. Before Tusman could move, Ignaz handed his most cherished hunting knife to his father with tears in his eyes.

"Father, if my blood can help my father go further, please don't hesitate to kill me."

Leopold raised his head with difficulty and stared at the boy in front of him who looked more and more like him. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the afternoon when he was holding the baby. His wife Grace looked at him tenderly and he held him happily. A heavy, fat boy.

Now, this fat boy has grown into a hard-working and capable handsome young man, and has inherited his hunting skills.

The young man in front of him who asked him to kill him was his heart and blood, and he was the treasure he was willing to protect with his life.

Life is supposed to be getting better and better, why have we reached this point today?

Why do these evil beings that should be sleeping in the underworld appear in their hometown and slaughter lives wantonly? Why didn't anyone stop this?

"Father, if one person is destined to die today, I hope that person is me."

He took the hunting knife from his son. This hunting knife was a coming-of-age gift for Ignaz, just as his father gave him a short knife when he came of age.

"Pfft."

The short knife pierced the boy's heart. The tearful boy finally showed a reassuring smile, and the light in his eyes gradually became hollow.

Blood slid down the blade of the hunting knife and fell into the palm of his hand, burning Leopold's body and blaspheming Leopold's soul.

New power emerged from the limbs and bones, and the originally inhuman body rapidly transformed into a beast. In a daze, he heard a satisfied laugh.

Instead of picking up the longbow, Leopold stood up, avoided a staggering sword blow, and held the hunting knife close to Tusman's body.

One knife, two knifes, three knives, the knives penetrated the body.

The hunting knife was burning with black flames, and each cut seemed to cut off a part of his soul. Tusman's body soon became riddled with holes.

The sudden change made Tusman suddenly go crazy. He wrapped his arms around Leopold's wrist and pressed hard against his abdomen. Leopold's right hand holding the knife and his forearm were severed from the elbow. The arm was torn off alive.

Holding Leopold's neck with both hands, Tussmann clasped his fingers with a ferocious expression. Leopold's throat was shattered like a broken water pipe, and blood spattered everywhere.

The grip of his palm gradually increased, and Tusman was about to take off Leopold's head, but Leopold suddenly pressed his head down, pressed his steel-like chin against his palm, and inserted his remaining left hand. into Tusman's unhealed chest.

The death knight's body structure has long been out of the category of ordinary people. There are no organs. The only bones and flesh are made of Nether Iron and Nether Sand. Damage can be repaired at any time with Nether Qi or the souls of the living. , because of this, Tusman is not worried about any real harm that Leopold's left hand can cause to him.

The arrogant thoughts continued until the moment when the black flames rose. Leopold used his left arm as a carrier to send the black flames into the death knight's body. The overwhelmed left arm became the ignition fuel of the black flames, burning Leopold's body was completely destroyed while Tusman's soul was destroyed.

With a "pop", the black flames dispersed, and the death knight fell to the ground.

With his arms gone and his throat broken, Leopold staggered. Under the gaze of the sacrilegious warrior and the annihilation shooter, he cut off the death knight's head with a hunting knife held in his invisible left hand, and placed the head on the He climbed onto the skull altar and knelt on the ground.

With an infusion of power from Mitna Rachen, the undead legions loyal to Tusman knelt before their new leader.

…

Three months later, an urgent military message was delivered to the Mangxing Islands.

The person who came to deliver the letter was Sia, Queen of the Silver Moon. Under Sia's serious look, Lester had to temporarily stop his initial exploration of the hidden road.

The encrypted content on the magic stone tablet was written by Xina herself. After just one glance, Lester frowned.

"The Underworld Army has opened a space transmission channel in Om Tower, and all the northern provinces of Ixtal have fallen. Currently, they are relying on the elemental weaver Vidalian to defend Ixoken with a floating tower, causing countless casualties.

Queen Yuen asked for help from the empire... Now she knows that she is a slave country? "

Lester sneered and placed the magic pattern slate on the stone table.

"I didn't expect that Mordekaiser's first target would be Ixtal. He is really good at picking on the weak."