League of Legends Millennium Warlord

In the Bloodstone Tribe, the artisan Rat Man is working overtime, all day long, with red eyes, manipulating the furnace to smelt ores, fusing the molten iron with the blood stone, and turning it into a crooked bloodstone sword for the Rat Man warriors. Provide suitable weapons.

Dozens of working rats were killed by serious sacrificial guards, skinned and hung on the outer wall of the workshop, so that the rats understood that apart from the furnace, nothing in the workshop could be disturbed. There can't be a little bit of damage,

Only the most intelligent one-horned priests of the Rat tribe can touch these strange things, and only the one-horned priests can figure out what these strange things are used for.

"Squeak! (speed up!

The Rat Man Supervisor screamed and made a loud and harsh sound, which made the frowning Squirrel Mouse a little dissatisfied. On the black and white 'Ding' face, the mustache was shaking, if it weren't for the three too coquettish red on the top of the head. With fur and red pupils, other rats would think that this rat didn't drink the holy water at all.

'Chu Rui, cerebral palsy supervisor, I know huh, huh, huh, huh! Don't know what the capacity limit is? Do you think that the smelting liquid is the same as your brain, and it can be pulled out by eating something? ’

Huazhishu secretly scolded the stupid overseer of the same clan, but did not dare to relax the work in his hand, shaking the red hair on his head, and the mouse shoveled half a shovel of coal into the furnace to avoid being whipped.

A good mouse does not stand under a dangerous wall, and the scourge that should be avoided is still to be avoided.

At the sanctification ceremony, as a cunning rat who drank half a pot of holy water in one breath, the squirrel obtained unparalleled wisdom, as if all the nutrients were grown on the brain, and the squid's head was weaker than that of the weak body is much bigger,

In addition, except for the three tufts of red hair on the top of his head, his body did not turn red, and he grew red scales or something, which made him a big laughing stock among the tribe, the kind that laughs at dead mice.

In this world, how can there be a mouse whose head is bigger than its body?

He wanted to laugh too, but when it happened to him, he couldn't laugh.

'His grandmother, the holy water of the dog days, I drank so much, why did it all run into my head? I only dye my hair with a pointed hair. God must be jealous of my unparalleled wisdom! ’

Cursing in his heart, Huazhimo gently accepted his top-heavy, red-haired cruel reality.

In order to avoid becoming a bait and a toy for the people of the same clan, the chipmunk properly showed its wisdom in front of the sacrifice, and was assigned to a high-ranking workshop, and became the tool mouse to oversee the furnace.

At least if you work here, you don't have to worry about being bullied, or suddenly becoming an unnecessary waste population, and being arranged by the sacrificial priests to join the cannon fodder general's subordinates to kill humans.

As for the death-defying tactics of the one-horned sacrifice, Huazhimo also understands a bit of intention, but it wants to let humans relax their vigilance and launch ups and downs after dividing their troops to annihilate the invaders at one time, but how can humans be so easy to deceive?

Even oneself can see that such a battle plan is full of flaws, but as long as human beings have a little experience in fighting, they will not fall for such a strategy, and fighting steadily is the best way.

Although he understands these things, the Squirrel Mouse would rather not understand and be a confused rat.

However, being too confused will lead to a humble life and a peaceful death, so you can't be too confused. Mouse is a smart mouse, he can't do stupid things, and he can't be too smart.

Just stick to it honestly. Humans will surrender when they come, shovel coal if they can’t, don’t be happy with things, don’t feel sorry for themselves, and shovel two shovels into the furnace when you have something to do. It’s easy and labor-saving, how good?

No matter what, you can't let yourself grow a big head in vain, right?

"Squeaky, squeaky? Squeaky squeak. (Squirtle mouse, have you heard? General Lie Mou is going to form the Storm Legion, I really want to join.

Hearing the stupid voice behind him, the black-and-white squid rolled his eyes at the furnace, but when he turned around, he was smiling.

'Just as you look so anxious that the firewood is burning with fire, I think joining the Firewood Corps and self-immolating is almost the same...'

"Squeaky, squeaky... (Really? It's the first time I heard about it. Actually, I also want to go, but unfortunately my body is definitely not good... But you can try it? I think you are very powerful! )”

"Squeak~ Squeak! (Really? I think I can too~ Overwatch! I'm going to join the Stormtroopers!

Seeing the overseer coming this way, the Squirrel Mouse hurriedly turned around without recognizing his parents, took half a shovel of coal into the furnace with great earnestness, and rubbed his chin to look at the fire with a thoughtful look.

The overseer took back his satisfied gaze from the conscientiously working Squirrel Rat, and then looked coldly at the somewhat dazed Tool Rat.

"Squeak? (You repeat?

Looking at the short whip of the ground worm tentacles in the overseer's hand, the mouse panicked, and hunched up timidly.

"Squeaky, squeaky. (I mean, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I love this place very much, especially you, supervisor...

"Crack! Crack!"

"Squeak!"

The sound of whipping and the high-pitched rattle made the Squirrel happy in his heart,

He never had superfluous sympathy for idiots without self-awareness.

The person who can communicate with him and respect him can only be another wise man. When he is with an idiot, he will only speak in a way that will deceive the idiot and make the idiot happy, even if the idiot is often coaxed by himself after being happy If you can't find Bei, you will suffer a big loss.

But can't stand the idiot's own willingness?

"Squeak! Squeak! (Do your part! Don't fantasize, or I'll recommend you to General Cannon Fodder!

The short episode did not affect the hundreds of craftsmen Shushu working in the workshop. One by one, signs, or weapons with defects were produced and shipped out of the workshop in wooden boxes with mushrooms.

For the Rat Queen, all the rats in the workshop are just one day's production. As long as the Rat King is still full of energy and the Rat Queen has no shortage of food, such a group of rats can produce a batch at any time, which can limit the population of the Rat tribe. Only food and time.

At the same time, in the deepest part of the Bloodstone Altar, the Rat King was working **** the Rat Queen, who was more than five meters tall, creating a new batch of offspring.

In the mouth of the huge and beautiful rear rat, a slender blood stone pipe is inserted, and blood food and minced meat keep slipping from the pipe, and finally swallowed by the rear mouse, it becomes the nutrition for the offspring.

Above the altar, there were rat warriors who made the captured underground creatures into suitable liquid food and sent them into the food pipeline, building the cornerstone for the reproduction and growth of the rat tribe.

On the bloodstone altar, the bloodstone crown shone with dark red awns, turning it into the source of power for the bloodstone tribe, transforming a huge power that does not belong to mortals.