League of Legends Millennium Warlord

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"Obviously we're not here at the right time."

Surrounded by a dozen tribal warriors and three dogs, Lester had to draw his long sword as a gesture of friendship.

"Hey! Who are you! What are you doing here in Avarossa? Where are you going? It's best not to play tricks, or you won't regret it!"

The female warrior in the lead held a large wooden axe in both hands, with a short head, and her right eye was covered with sea urchin-shaped tattoos like ghosts.

"Friends of Avarosa, we are travelers from Demacia. Now we want to go back to Demacia. We won't stay here for long, and we have no malice towards Avarosa."

Soraka took the initiative to negotiate, while Lester stared coldly at the tribal warriors who were about to move around him. The horrific murderous aura made the tribal warriors dare not underestimate the man in front of them. The process of confronting the man reminded them of Xue Xue. The deadly frost wolf of the night, but the threat it brings to itself is exactly the same as those bearmen who like to sacrifice to the **** of thunder.

The female warrior and the other tribe warriors looked at each other and threatened.

"How am I telling the truth? Listen, you're not welcome here! You'd better leave Weskar if you don't want to die!"

"But taking a boat is the best way to get to Demacia, and we came to Wescar to go south by boat..."

Soraka held the staff and tried to explain, but the female warrior waved her hands impatiently and glanced at the beautiful Lester.

"What does it have to do with us when you go to Demacia! What's more, the sea of ​​ice has long been blocked by the Wolf Ship of the Ice Son, and you can't go anywhere! You can only become slaves if you are caught by the Ice Son, Or maybe it might be seen by a certain war mother..."

Holding Soraka, who was a little overwhelmed, Lester took the initiative to put away the Demacian sword.

"We are not enemies, we can even be friends. Are you going to fight with the Claws of Winter? I will join you in the offensive to defeat the Claws of Winter, and as a deal, after the Claws of Winter recede, you need to provide a sea The boat takes us to Demacia."

"Just you? Man, how valuable do you think you can be? Dare to say such a big thing? Haha, ah, ha."

The female warrior squinted at Lester and laughed, and the surrounding tribe warriors also wanted to cheer, but she couldn't help but recall the cold eyes of the man just now, grinned ugly, and couldn't smile at all, which made one embarrassed. The smiling female warrior was a little embarrassed.

Lester smiled slightly, took off the long sword and handed it to Soraka.

"I know that Freljord always speaks with strength, so I will use the easiest way to prove my strength. In the case of a one-on-one single-handed duel, if any of you can beat me, I'll give that Demacian sword to that horde warrior and quit Avarossa, but if none of you can beat me, then take me to your warmother and let's close the deal , how? No matter what, you Avarosa will not suffer."

Nodding with interest, the female warrior swung the big axe on the ground and scratched her nose with her thumb.

"Interesting, who will teach this ignorant kid a lesson?"

Ten minutes later, a group of people lay on the ground. The female warrior with a blue nose and a swollen face got up from the ground. The original sea urchin tattooed right eye and the purple-blue panda left eye complemented each other perfectly and were extremely harmonious.

"Cough, boy, you are good, and you are indeed qualified to see Carlisle's mother. What's your name?"

Shaking his numb right hand, Lester had to admit that the faces of these tribal warriors were quite tough.

"Lest, you'll soon remember this name."

…

Noxian calendar, 256 AD, December 15,

On the west coast of the Freljord Sea of ​​Ice, on the ice field south of Weskar, a tragic battle is going on.

Thousands of Freljords wielded their weapons for their tribes and their war mothers. The blood stained the pure white snow and penetrated deeply into the land, continuing the blood feud for thousands of years.

At a later position, the Iceborn Mage was hiding behind the battle formation, casting terrifying spells. The spells exploded in dense places, bringing huge destruction and deterrence to the living forces on both sides.

Carlisle rode on the back of a pure-blooded Northland warhorse, the war hammer made by Zhen Bing was attached to the right side of the horse's belly, and the woman's face was as cold as ice, because she saw her nemesis Mabel Warmother was riding her home. The Vasque wild boar made a provocative action of slitting his throat, and even saw the Behemoth behemoth slowly advancing towards the battlefield.

After seeing the Beamon behemoth, the ice-born mages of Avarosa began to give priority to attacking the beasts of war with huge size, claws and huge palms, but the ice-born mages of Winter's Claw were not idle either, using various Various ice shields protected the Behemoth, and the gorgeous ice magic exploded on the shield, unable to hurt the beast at all, but made the blindfolded beast start to restless, following the master's flute. Keep getting closer to the main battlefield.

The beastmaster of Winter's Claw rides on the back of the behemoth Beamon. The beastmaster's body is only wrapped in a thin layer of cloth, and his body is covered with garlands and animal horns like witchcraft. His body was particularly eye-catching in the crowd, but the surrounding Ice Son looked reverent.

"Woooooo!

! "

Putting down the bone flute, the beastmaster tore off the cloth that was blocking the view of the beast, and stood high on the back of the beast. The beastmaster sounded the horn of war. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

In an instant, the behemoth of Beamon, who had obtained the vision, had its eyes red and rushed into the battle formation like a heavy tank, tearing apart Avarossa's spear formation easily, and the giant claws tore the tribal warrior's body into pieces. Debris, Avarossa's morale plummeted.

And there are three such behemoths of war.

"Peng!"

When the Beamon behemoth was raging, two gorgeous blue streamers flew from the rear army formation of Avarosa to the behemoth at the forefront, and the magic cannonball broke through the long-awaited magic shield. On the body of the giant beast, the magic ice crystals exploded at the impact point of the giant beast's body, piercing the thick animal skin of the giant beast, like hanging an ice sea urchin, making the Behemoth's offensive stagnant.

"Kill them all!

! "

He was accurately hit by the Ice Dragon Cannon, and he knew that his life would not be long, but the rigid beastmaster broke the prepared earthen pot, and the specially prepared blood flowed down from the head of the Behemoth Behemoth into the mouth of the Behemoth Behemoth. , the man made a more fanatical voice and stabbed the prepared dagger into his chest.

"Baby! Smell my blood? Smell!? Kill! Destroy! Trample everything you see!

! "

The beastmaster swallowed his last breath, crawled on the back of the beast, completely lost his mind, and the behemoth of Beamon rushed into Avarossa's army with another round of ice dragon cannonballs, giving the The Varosas brought huge casualties.

"Hoo hoo hoo!

!

"

The clamor of the giant beast made Carlisle's momentum stagnate. She never thought that Winter's Claw, who had always regarded the Behemoth behemoth and the beastmaster as treasures, would use such desperate means.

"Tell Lester it's time for him to show his worth."