Overclocking Summons League of Legends

() This bloodthirsty beast carefully concealed its aura, restraining the murderous aura of its whole body in its body.He cautiously approached the two ignorant children.The thick night became the hunter's accomplice, he slowly raised the long black knife in his hand, and raised it high above his head!

Blood splashed, and the black blade sliced ​​open Orlando's skull, splashing out the white brain inside. The sharpness of a knife and the sheer strength of a hunter!

Joseph suddenly felt warmth on his face, and the frozen child even became dull in thinking.He still took a few steps with his calf, only then did he realize that something was wrong.Joseph wiped his face, the dark night made it difficult for him to see what was in his hand.He put his palms in front of his nose curiously, "Orlando must be joking with himself." '

Since he was a child, this elder brother liked to make fun of himself, stuffed dead mice into his bed, scratched his itch with his fingers, and deliberately pushed himself into the pond.

The endless pranks made Joseph used to being teased by his brother. He giggled a few times, and it was also a happy thing to feel a little warmth in the cold winter night.

Maybe it was a bit of saliva spit on the face, Joseph thought of this and couldn't help but muttered, "Brother, I didn't talk at all along the way, where is that cat?"

Only then did Joseph realize that his brother hadn't come to him. He turned around in confusion, and saw a knife embedded in Orlando's head.A sharp blade protruded from his mouth, and bright red blood dripped from the tip onto the white snow.The shocking color made Joseph let out a thin scream.

"Ah! Orlando!"

The answer was not a human voice, but a short and deep growl!The slain Orlando fell softly in the snow, immediately bleeding a large pool of blood, and the bright red blood was drunk by the cold blood, forming a large glaring pattern.

It was Joseph who saw clearly what it was.

On the continent of Valoran, there are two types of people that are most common.There are businessmen all over the towns and villages in the city-states, and there are also bards who travel to foreign lands.

Killing Orlando is a bard, they are all geniuses, they may come from noble and rich families, or they may come from low and poor families.They made up many novel stories with their own wisdom, and sometimes they were invited to the Lord's territory.noble lady.Miss, let go of your restraint and concentrate on listening to the bard's playing and singing, and the knights put down their swords and enjoy the comfort brought by poetry.

With luck, they could spend nights in the company of young dancing girls.Live in exquisite rooms provided by noble lords.But unfortunately.But often carry the violin alone.He was even rejected by the benevolent monastery, and trekked in the wilderness desolately.

Someone once said, "The tricks of the bard are not enough to entertain God. Only foolish noblemen indulge in impractical poetry."

It was obvious that this was a lone bard, his tattered cloak was covered with white snow foam, and the violin he depended on was broken and dragged behind him.

The poet growled in a low voice, licking his black and purple lips like a wild beast. His face seemed to be eaten by some kind of animal, revealing the white bones, and most of his teeth were exposed in the air.

What made Joseph feel terrified was that his stomach was torn open, the internal organs inside were missing, and half of his intestines were left alone and dragged in the snow.

Joseph yelled, turned his head and ran towards the depths of the woods.The panicked child didn't realize that he was running deep into the forest. The dense trees seemed to block Joseph's escape path like a fence in a horse farm.The poor child had to run from tree to tree screaming.

As soon as the shoelaces on his feet were loosened, the simple shoes made of planks and rags fell off Joseph's feet, and the child ran more and more slowly in the snow with bare feet.His frail body made him stagger when he ran, and it was as if a piece of coal was stuffed in his chest, and every time he took a breath, it was hot and painful.

"Um... ah!"

There was nothing under Joseph's feet, and the soft snow covered a broken branch. This despicable guy tripped Joseph hard.He could even hear the branches laughing strangely, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"Roar~" The poet gasped heavily, and spewed out a large amount of white air from his nasal cavity. His anger made this guy even crazier, and he trembled nervously, as if he was resisting some kind of power.But the body crawled on the ground like a hungry wolf, and the exposed teeth rubbed against each other and made the sound of "Greegler".

The blood dripping between his lips and teeth made Joseph understand something. He yelled and picked up a big ball of snow and smashed it at the poet, "Go away! Go away!" stop.

The poet made a gurgling sound in his throat, and his eyes were fascinated by the snowballs that hit him. He roared angrily, his limbs stumbled in the snow, and then he jumped on it!

"don't want……"

Joseph yelled in horror, his little face pressed against the snow and his hands covered his head, the only thing this child could do was this action.

But the horrible thing he imagined didn't happen, and the black knife didn't cut himself.Instead there was a howl and growl, and there was a fight around him, and Joseph looked up to see a burly man wrestling with the poet.

"Mala Gobi, Snod, is this the golden plot you were talking about?" Wang Hu punched the poet's face fiercely, sending this scary-looking guy flying upside down.

The poet's thin body plowed a dent in the snow, and the splashed snow separated to the two sides like waves, and his backward back broke a few thick and short birch trees, making a "crack" breaking sound.

Snod, who climbed out of the snowdrift, helped Joseph who was trembling, and said in a flat tone, "Yes, the data shows that the ordinary monsters here have reached the elite level, if you don't want to be killed, you have to work hard !"

After finishing speaking, Snod drew a hexagon in the air with his fingers, and suddenly a magic shield rippling with water elements unfolded in front of Joseph, and the half-meter-high shield quietly floated in the air, covering the distance between the two of them. The body is tightly blocked behind.

Joseph's eyes widened through the magic shield, and an incredible thing happened. The strong man in the blue ring armor in front suddenly pulled out a broken knife from the air.

Wang Hu let out a loud roar, and the reciprocating knife immediately condensed into thick icy slag, "Dang!" The crystal clear ice knife and the black knife cut each other, and dazzling sparks burst out.

The poet took a few steps back after being cut by the knife, and opened his mouth to vomit a stream of viscous liquid from his throat.

Wang Hu realized the danger, and the obsidian shield was triggered immediately, and a large piece of rock covered his body.Instead of retreating, he punched the poet in the face with another fist. The fist was immediately poured with a layer of black liquid, and the whole arm immediately became heavy as if it was covered with paste.

This is……

Wang Hu's arm could not be lifted up like a ten-thousand-jin boulder, and it hung limply in front of the poet's nose.He sensed the danger and immediately flashed to the left.

The black knife brushed against Wang Hu's right arm and chopped off, the wind of the knife blowing the snow on the ground flying and falling.The poet, who missed a hit, seemed to go mad, and rushed forward recklessly. He hugged Wang Hu's waist and head against Wang Hu's chest, but frantically biting the obsidian shield with his mouth.

The hard rock was gnawed by the teeth, and a large piece of stone fell off Wang Hu's body, and the dense cracks seemed to crack the ground and shattered into large stones.

Wang Hu was dizzy with anger, his two arms were held in the arms of the poet, and his two arms were like strong shackles that bound him tightly so that he could not move. "Fuck!" Wang Hu yelled angrily, like a wooden stake being picked up by the poet, he immediately seized this opportunity, lifted both knees and slammed on the poet's chin, and kicked hard on the poet's chest with his calf .

The whole person was like being fired by a shell and smashed on the snow. The prey in his hand ran away. The poet rushed forward again with a roar, and the black knife was raised on his shoulder and chopped down with force.

Wang Hu's eyes turned cold, his right leg retracted and he kicked forward violently, the sound of "click" bones breaking came, the poet staggered a few steps because of this kick, and the black blade lost its alignment and fell on a white birch tree superior.

Only then did Joseph see clearly, the kick broke the poet's ankle.He stared wide-eyed at what was happening in front of him, and a surge of anger made him clenched his fists.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The poor child trembled and cried, and great tears rolled from his eyes.

"Woo...kill him...uu..."

Snod patted the child's head, and looked at the prismatic magic stone floating in front of him without saying a word, "Let's do it quickly, the data has been collected, and we can call it a day."

I rely on!Wang Hu jumped up from the snow with his lower abdomen. Before he could stand up in time, he fixed his knees on the ground like this. His burly body flew out close to the ground. The kekri knife flashed coldly and chopped on the poet's thigh.

This fierce knife cut off the poet's entire leg, but strangely, no blood flowed from the wound on the poet's leg.The poet, unable to stand still, immediately rolled in the snow, the knife in his hand still stuck in the trunk of the birch tree.

Wang Hu rushed forward immediately, with his wrist resting on the poet's shoulder, and the kekrik resting on the poet's neck. The poet hugged Wang Hu's back with his two arms, and his long nails were crazily digging and scratching on the ring armor. scratch.But no matter how he struggled, the cold blade still cut open his skin, and the rolled flesh exposed the shriveled throat inside. The light of the knife flashed across Wang Hu's waist and lifted his upper body vigorously, and the kekri cut the throat in half.

"Death!" Wang Hu roared, and the kooki knife slightly raised the thick blade and immediately cut the hard cervical vertebrae in two.

The poet's head was bounced off by a huge force, and he rolled to Joseph's feet in the soft snow, staring at Joseph with his eyes full of tears.

Chapter 171: Golden Theater