League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Winter is coming, and for the Freljordians, the already difficult life is getting more and more difficult.

Difficulty does not mean that there is no food, but that there are more rigid corpses in the family.

In the cold snowflakes flying all over the sky, Fowles swinging, used his blue hands to dig a big snow pit in the snow behind the house, stripped off the clothes on his wife's body, and simply buried it in.

Freljordians never cry because crying freezes their eyes with ice crystals.

Back in the back room, Fowles put his wife's rough fur coat over his daughter's small body, chewed the last piece of unpalatable Jerky Frost Wolf with his last strength, and fed it to the sick in bed with his mouth. Recuperating daughter.

Relying on the instinct of survival, the little girl swallowed the dry and woody Frostwolf's flesh.

"The stove is about to go out, I need more firewood, or Kesley will freeze to death, right at the door, I can do it..."

The stake for chopping firewood was just outside the door. The man walked out of the door and closed the door tightly, for fear that the wind and snow would invade this unwarm home.

The man has been gone for a long, long time.

The cold soon devoured the room. The little girl was awakened by the temperature close to death, and was forcibly awakened by consciousness in the next second when she was about to sleep forever. The little girl opened her eyes and used her strong willpower and the dryness brought by her father. Frostwolf Meat sat up from the bed and worked hard to move his stiff body.

The last flame of the fire was completely extinguished.

The temperature inside the house plummeted.

"Dad, Mom, I'm hungry."

There was only a whistling cold wind outside the house, and the sound that brought him peace of mind disappeared without a trace. The two people seemed to have never appeared. Only the smell of meat in their mouths reminded that someone had fed jerky into their mouths just now. .

"Dad, Mom? Where are you?"

Feeling a little flustered in her heart, the little Freljord girl wrapped her warm fur coat tightly around her body and called out to her closest family members.

However, there was no response, as if the two had left themselves forever.

Tears flowed out uncontrollably, the little girl lowered her head, and saw familiar clothes outside the red nose.

It was my mother's only fur coat, which my father exchanged for a few seabass he caught with a yak trader passing by the village.

Now this long coat is over him.

I put on this dress myself, what is my mother wearing?

Where is the father who has always taken care of his mother?

The wind and frost slammed against the simple wooden door, and the hail made a terrible sound, like the hideous laughter of trolls and bearmen.

The banging sound of the blizzard door seems to be trying to add some more 'humanity' to this dead house full of holes.

The little girl wrapped her two fur coats tightly, and her head began to heat again. The girl shrunk into the quilt. Only when she was in the quilt would she feel that she was back in the arms of her parents.

"Dad, Mom..."

In the warmth, she trembled and closed her eyes, quietly waiting for the death Died in the memory of my parents.

"Boom."

The sound of the wooden door being pushed open sounded, and the desperate girl broke through the **** and oppression of the disease, lifted the quilt in surprise, and looked at the door.

"Dad! You come back..."

The girl's voice of surprise came to an abrupt end, because it was not the tall father who appeared at the door of her house, but a blue-purple-skinned weirdo with a hood, a fur cloak and a coat.

The odd man with the big leather bag closed the door with damp hands, his expression extremely complicated.

The girl's eyes full of light and surprise quickly dimmed, turning into emptiness and numbness.

Under the great joy and sorrow, the girl has forgotten the fear of being broken into the house by strangers.

She doesn't care anymore.

"Sorry, I'm your dad's friend and he asked me to take care of you for a few days."

The wandering mage looked at the little girl who had lost her desire to survive, and felt a little sad in her heart.

Not for the little girl, but for the humans struggling to survive in the Freljord.

He thinks he's strong, but he's always sad about these little things.

Hearing the weirdo say that she is a friend of her father, the little girl has a little bit of a living appearance.

"Uncle? Dad, where did he go?"

Thinking back to before entering the house, the stiff man who was wielding a chopping wood and axe, his brows full of worried frost, bent his waist and stood beside the wooden stake at the door of his house, and the one who was lying half-covered in the snow. The fair and clean woman, Ryze tilted her head slightly, avoiding the hopeful and expectant gaze of the little girl.

Their wills are as hard as ice, and at this moment their bodies are buried together in the beautiful snow and ice.

"Your father said that your mother was lost in the wind and snow. He was afraid that your mother would be lonely and wanted to find her and go home with her."

There was a little more hope in the little girl's eyes, as if she saw the scene where her father took her mother's hand and returned to her again. Kasley smiled, but she felt that her head was not too dizzy and her thinking was clear. a lot.

Then, there was a little more vigilance in the little girl's eyes.

The vigilance that Ryze would praise in the past made Ryze panic now.

With a heartbeat, the wandering mage began to pray silently.

'Don't ask that, don't ask that, please don't ask that...'

"Uncle, then do you know my father's name? If my father entrusts me to you, he will definitely tell you his name, right?"

Like a prisoner sentenced to death by the judge, Ryze froze.

The thing he was most worried about still happened.

With a simple question, the girl pierced a lie that was too illusory to be too beautiful.

He hates lying, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com is not very good at lying, and he will not use another lie to cover up his own lie that has been exposed.

But at the moment, he had to do it.

Ryze was a little flustered, he was trying to lie, lying with all his strength.

"He, he... He walked in a hurry. He only explained where you were. He didn't tell me his name. He just told me to take you there first..."

"Uncle bald."

The little girl interrupted Ryze, her voice was soft, like a ray of fire that was about to die in an extremely cold night.

"My parents, they, they, are gone?"

"…"

"Go away, my parents, leave me alone..."

Leaning against the wall, the little girl's head hurt, and tears came out again. This time, she seemed to see her father pulling her mother who was lost in the snow to pick her up, with a bunch of delicious frost wolves in her hand. Jerky, my mother was wearing two fur coats, and my father was wrapped in a thick yak leather coat.

The family no longer has to be afraid of cold and hunger~

The little girl laughed, her heart full of happiness.

"Casley, let's go. Mom and Dad have been waiting for you for a long time. Also, remember to say goodbye to that uncle before leaving with us. Be a polite and good boy."

"Um!"

Turning around, Kesley raised her little hand with her last strength, waved at the blue-violet man with a painful face, and then gently lowered it.

"Thank you uncle, goodbye uncle."

The wandering mage wiped the corners of his eyes, took a few steps forward, closed the little girl's smiling eyes, and bid farewell to the flower of life that had not yet bloomed.

He is not a Freljord after all, and there are some things that ice and snow can never freeze.

"Really... I'm sorry, little girl, I'm not very good at lying..."