League of Legends Millennium Warlord

To the west of the Valoran Plains, surrounded by the Shimmering Silver Mountains and the Urus Mountains is a dark green priceless emerald, the Norkmoch Plains.

Taking the northern foothills of the Silver Mountains and the southern foothills of the Urus Mountains as a natural ring barrier, the Mombia tribe gathered more than 100 survivors of the Rune War and merged into a large tribe of about 400 people. Beautiful mountain plains make your home.

The West was founded on the west coast of the Sea of ​​Conquerors, the old mother who greeted every mage every day, and the Demacians who smeared the big white stones with disgusting mud like shit.

To the east is the Noxian barbarian, a brutal and bloodthirsty barbarian who is constantly fighting, greeting the whole family of all races in the world.

Located in between the two, the Mombia tribe is extremely insecure. If it is not for the endless and steep Urus Mountains in the north, which isolates the Freljord savages who eat human flesh and **** human blood every day in the north, I am afraid. The Mumbia clan would not choose to make their home in this green emerald surrounded by monsters.

Compared with the forbidden magic mud people in the west who only play in the mud quietly, or the Noxian barbarians in the east every day, the Mumbia people thought of the immortal fortress, so the Mumbia people made it. After the decision to build the wall, even if the wall has to be cast for a hundred years, it may truly be called a 'city wall'.

Even though the clan's actions that built the city wall had already seriously affected the development of the clan, the Mumbia had to send a hundred men into the quarry to stack the large stones hewn out of the mountains in the gaps in the ringed mountains, and give them to the quarry. The wall, less than one meter high, was named the 'Wall of Radiance', which means the radiance that guards the Norkmoch Plains.

Seeing that the Wall of Glory was raised by a few centimeters again, Moruschev, the patriarch of the Mombia clan, showed a reassuring smile, as if he saw the tall ears of corn growing in his yard.

"Lord Patriarch, it's a waste of manpower to build walls like this every day. Instead of spending a lot of manpower and material resources to build high walls, it's better to send some more people to dig in the Silver Mountains, and let the blacksmiths build the sharpest weapons and the most powerful weapons for our warriors. Strong armor against Noxian invaders."

Seeing that his tribe was spending time on transporting stones every day, the elder Harold, who wanted to make the tribe truly powerful, persuaded him again.

"Building the wall is a century-old plan. We should give priority to increasing the population and military strength of the tribe. Otherwise, we will not have the strength to fight the Noxian people. The built wall of brilliance can only be handed over to others..."

"Harold, you don't understand that."

Slowly watching the clan people place stones on their backs with ropes on the muddy low wall, the unfathomable Moruschev seemed to have mastered everything.

"The Noxians are fighting to the death with the barbarian tribes and robbers in the north at this time, how can there be time to invade us?

By the time they finish the fight, they will definitely lose both. I think you have also discovered that there are more and more refugees coming to us from Noxus these days.

Many are still young children, what does this mean? This shows that in Noxus, no one is optimistic about this battle with barbarians and robbers. Those with vision have already run away, and they will not continue to stay in the place where countless people are watching the immortal fortress.

In other words, whether Noxus wins or loses, it will take at least a hundred years to recover, and a hundred years is enough time for us to raise the city wall to five meters. To invade us, it would be foolish not to have a hundred times as many troops as us..."

"It's not good! Patriarch Moruschev! The Noxians are coming in!! Run, ahhhh..."

The screams stopped abruptly.

"what!?"

The peaceful village just now turned into **** in an instant.

Moruschev stared blankly at the burning village. The sound of swords clashing came from the hinterland, and there was thick smoke and screams everywhere. The people who built the wall dropped their belongings and fled in a panic, holding spears. The soldier was slashed by the armored Noxian soldier running from the street corner, his eyes fixed on the soldier's face, Moruschev recognized that it was the blond girl who had fled into the city yesterday.

Because of this incident, he was proud for one night yesterday.

The blonde girl coldly glanced at Moruschev who was not far from her, and made a gesture.

More than a dozen shadow crossbowmen in black cloth armor and hooded black scarves ran from the corner of the village and aimed at Harold and his patriarch who had been stunned with the crossbow arrows wound in their hands. The machine is ready to go.

Taking heavy steps, Margaret walked straight towards the two of them with the head of the Mombia soldier, and said coldly.

"Margaret, captain of the Noxus Dark Iron Guard, is here! Patriarch Moruschev, do you want to die or live?"

Seeing that the soldiers in Mombia who wanted to come over were killed by the armored Noxian soldiers one by one, Moruschev's heart gradually became cold, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say the words he wanted to live for mercy. .

He is the patriarch of the Mumbia clan that rules more than 400 people. Even if he wants to surrender, he has to straighten his back and let the commander of the Noxus army come to him and sincerely persuade him to surrender...

"The first team, let go of the arrows!!"

"Shhhhhh..."

"I think... uh..."

Three or four crossbow arrows pierced through the horrified old man and took his life mercilessly.

Turning his head, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Margaret threw her head on the ground, looked at Harold, just opened her mouth, but heard Harold kneeling on the ground like lightning, raising his hands.

"The second team..."

"I want to live! I surrender!"

The girl raised her right hand, and the shadow crossbowmen put down their crossbows and looked around cautiously.

With a dozen other blood-stained Noxian Dark Iron Guards, Epsol with a long knife came from the other side,

"Epsol, how is the situation?"

"Captain Margaret, all the important strongholds in the village have been occupied, some of them have been captured, and the rest of the people and soldiers have fled to the west, I am afraid they are going to Demacia for help."

"Give me a sword."

Taking the long sword from the Noxian Dark Iron Guard member, Margaret threw it to Harold.

"Elder Harold, I think you should know how to do it."

Holding the long sword blankly, Harold looked bewildered.

Are you trying to commit suicide? It would be better to shoot yourself directly, and it would be less painful.

"I...I don't understand..."

Raising her eyebrows, Margaret kicked the head at her feet towards Harold. The dripping head made Harold's face pale instantly.

"I need you to decapitate the head of Patriarch Moruschev as an invitation to join Noxus, and then hold your patriarch's head to persuade all the rebels to surrender, understand?"

"Understood…"

Knowing that he didn't have to chop off his own head, Harold felt more fortunate.

Looking at Patriarch Moruschev who was dying in front of him, Harold sighed.

"Lord Patriarch, you're dead anyway, so I'll take advantage of your head."