League of Legends Millennium Warlord

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A dazzling holy light pierced the pitch-black sky, maintaining the posture of holding the butcher's knife high, and the butcher's pig head was annihilated in the holy light.

The body fell heavily to the ground, with the butcher's knife shrouded in black mist, the butcher's body turned into ashes scattered all over the sky, and fell onto Edgar's face, allowing him to break free from fear and anger.

"I didn't see you wrong, Edgar, you are a natural warrior. Your holy light is different. You can kill many powerful black mist monsters. Even the butcher is not your opponent."

Coming to Edgar's side, Tours laughed and patted the hunter's shoulder.

"How do you feel now? Can you sense a connection with Kitty?"

Holding the holy stone weapon in his hand tightly, Edgar whispered.

"Lord Tours, I don't know if this is a connection, but I know Kitty is responding to my voice."

"Haha, that's right, it seems that Kitty has accepted you. In this case, I will give Kitty to you and use it to destroy more evils and ghosts. It can play a better role in your hands. After the black fog is dispelled, I will take you to the secret stronghold of the Light Sect and hold an initiation ceremony for you."

After calming down, Edgar nodded gratefully and thanked Tours again.

After the death of the hungry butcher, the black fog returned to calm, as if he knew that there was danger here, the wandering ghosts left and went to other places. Evil ghosts.

"What are we going to do next? Lord Tours, I want to try to use Kitty to destroy more monsters."

Probably guessing Edgar's state of mind at this time, Tours said with a smile.

"Go in the direction of Nascot, find the origin of the black mist in Nascot, purify the monsters there, and dispel the black mist.

Edgar, I'm pretty sure the black fog won't recede on its own this time. These evil spirits and monsters seem to be looking for something other than looting souls. I'm sure Nascot will be more dangerous than here, but with your help, I There is a greater certainty..."

Toures closed his mouth sullenly.

"pat, pat..."

The sound of heavy boots stepping on the floor tiles is full of deadly pressure, and the harsh sound of heavy metal weapons passing through the floor tiles is like an armed submarine with sonar turned on in the deep sea, attracting monsters in the dark depths. Hearing the sound and seeing no one, Tours gave Tours a sense of fear of becoming a prey.

As Tours's voice gradually froze, the two slowly turned around at the same time, looked in the direction behind them, and clenched their holy stone weapons.

A man with an evil sword slowly walked out of the black fog, looking at everything in front of him with contempt as if he didn't put any monsters in his eyes.

The gray-green elemental robes engraved with the axiom normal are windless and automatic, a long black hair is tied behind him, shoulder-high, and the thick brown high-top heavy boots step on Tours and at every step. Edgar's heart was on the hearts of the two until the man stopped and turned his eyes to himself.

"Is it Elder Yuen? But if it is Yuen, why would he wear a robe that only Alai can wear?"

Looking at the noble robe that only Yun Alai can wear, Edgar put down Kitty in his hand and murmured in disbelief.

Turning his head to look at Edgar, Tours struggled to squeeze a few wisps of air out of his lungs to allow himself to speak. How many people could the man in front of him kill?

"Edgar, you Ixtar still have such people?"

"Lest, Ixtar High Elementalist."

Confirming that the annoying ghosts had escaped from him, Lester put Aatrox back into the scabbard on his back, and he had probably guessed the identities of the two.

"Arie Edgar the hunter, and Tours, the guest from afar."

Slowly approaching the two of them, a smile appeared on Lester Tanmo's face, which greatly reduced the pressure on the two of them.

"I, like you, came to prevent this disaster."

Having said that, Lester, who had preempted, deliberately looked at Tours and gave the middle-aged man a salute.

"Your Excellency Tours, I learned of your kindness from Elder Marvin, please allow me to express my gratitude to you on behalf of Yun Alai and the rescued Ixtar people, and thank you for reaching out for Ixtar. The help saved many innocent lives.”

"Great, great... Great Elementalist? Are you the Ixtaly Grandmaster Lester who replaced Archmage Wilmot?"

"If the Wilmot you're talking about is the former Grand Elementalist, it's me."

Lester shrugged and patted Edgar on the shoulder, making Edgar feel flattered.

I have successfully found the light sect I want to be in touch with. Lester is in a very good mood. There are only advantages and no disadvantages in getting in touch with the sentinels of light as soon as possible. Before the Ruined Legion invades the material realm, the Emerald Leader must obtain the holy stone weapon crafting process and enough The holy stone, according to the connection between Shadow Island and the underworld, the holy stone weapon may also be able to play a role in Mordekaiser's underworld army.

The [Holy Stone] that makes holy stone weapons can only be found on the Shadow Island. Originally, there was no clear goal. I didn't expect that this time, the secret sect that continued on Fuguang Island was actually found in the black mist.

White robes and holy stone weapons are the best identification signs, and the possibility of error is very small.

Lester's eyes inadvertently glanced at the gun-type weapons in Edgar and Tours's hands, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. If he guessed correctly, the thing in their hands should be the holy stone weapon that restrains the black mist. .

"Your Excellency Lester... Who the **** are you?"

Unlike Edgar, who had completely trusted Lester, Tours always had a lingering sense of season in his heart. From the Helia secret technique reserved by the Light Sect, he practiced a method that could distinguish between goodness and goodness. Evil spells, at this moment, have played a role that is not known whether it is good or bad.

Generally speaking, the more the target of observation takes life, the more he will have a fear reaction. At this moment, he thinks he has a lot of knowledge and finds that he can't stand in front of Lester with his own endurance, so he has to withdraw. The magic technique, which made his face not too ugly.

"You may consider me a fugitive prisoner, Lord Tours, do you have any questions?"

Smiling quietly, Lester whispered friendly.

"Please forgive me if I brought a bad feeling to Your Excellency Tours."

"Your Excellency Lester, you don't have any problem, it's my problem, please forgive me..."

Edgar, who did not know the reason, stared blankly at the two who were beating dumbfounded with honorifics. The hunter suddenly had the illusion that he was an outsider. Fortunately, the two were not procrastinating riddlers, and they soon got down to business. .

"In any case, I must try to dispel this disaster and find the trace of Elder Rogier. I am going to Nascot to see the cause of the black mist. I wonder what your Lordship's plan will be next?"

"Lest Lord, in fact, Edgar and I are also going to Nascot Village to see if we can stop this disaster..."

Under the active guidance of Lester, although he had some doubts about Lester's origin, Tours chose to move forward together. He could rely on a weapon full of evil atmosphere to penetrate into the dark fog alone. It is absolutely extraordinary, but whether or not to disclose the news of the Light Sect depends on the follow-up contact and temptation, lest some people with evil intentions know the secret of the sect and bring disaster.

"Your Excellency Lester, I wonder how much you know about Black Mist? Also... I didn't find out that you used magic, you just used this big sword that looked a little... weird, could it be said that Ixtar's Great Elementalist Is it another name for Sword Saint?"

Watching Lester use Aatrox to smother the flying ghost to ashes, Tours twitched at the corners of his mouth, and Edgar turned his face away in embarrassment, only pretending he didn't hear it.

"Almost, if you can't fight with weapons and can only use magic, how can you be qualified to be a great elementalist?"

In Edgar's admiring eyes, Lester stammered.

"Whether it is magic or martial arts, it is a means to achieve an end. In my opinion, there is no survival of the fittest between the two. Do things in the right way at the right time, and never let power and rules bind you. Footsteps, as for the black fog, I just know that this strange fog seems to come from the lost Fuguang Island..."

"I admire and admire, Your Excellency Lester's philosophy is very insightful..."

Mixed between the two who were chatting more and more speculatively, Edgar found that he couldn't get in at all, so he could only **** up his ears and try to learn to listen and be a good leader.

The three of them walked all the way. The road was complicated and changeable. In addition to the interference of black fog, it was difficult for the three of them to find the right direction. Fortunately, Edgar was an excellent hunter in Wollaston Village. Barely able to recognize the road under the interference of the black fog, finally after a day's advance, he arrived at the easternmost village of Ixtar.

Lying on the ground, the three quietly approached the entrance of the village, avoiding the ghosts wandering aimlessly.

At this moment, the sky has completely darkened, and the dark green brilliance of the black mist looks even more gloomy, and it also illuminates the Nascot Village, which has become a **** on earth.

Thousands of ghosts roamed the sky above Nascot Village. From the depths of the village, there was a **** smell that made me want to vomit. I don’t know when there was a fleshy eucalyptus board made of thick tree stumps in the open space outside the village entrance.

Rows of criss-crossed wooden stakes, hangers and tanning racks extend all the way from the entrance of the village to the village.

The wooden stakes were filled with skinned and amputated human sticks. Hundreds of gray-green corpses that had been completely drained of blood were hung upside down on the hangers with iron hooks. The fishy wind blew, and hundreds of wet skins swayed in the wind.

The whole village is like a large slaughterhouse filled with breathless depression.

Faced with this most primitive brutality and brutality, even Lester felt a little uncomfortable, while Tours and Edgar beside him silently turned their heads and forcibly suppressed their twitching. tumbling stomachs so that your own vomit doesn't attract enemies.

When the two of them were almost used to such a harsh environment, Lester said in a low voice.

"Tours, have you encountered such a situation before? Are there any monsters other than ghosts in the black fog?"

"If I guessed correctly, this place should have been transformed into a flesh and blood refining workshop by a certain [Abominable Butcher]."

Lester frowned, Tours' pale face was very ugly, obviously the hate butcher in his mouth was not something to deal with.

"Hate the butcher?"

Taking his eyes back from the flesh and blood eucalyptus board, Tours retreated into the grass and lowered his voice.

"A kind of special evil with a body on the Shadow Island of the Abomination Butcher, which is eaten by hungry butchers. The soul of the Abomination Butcher is always eager to devour fresh flesh and blood. This group of filth likes to dismember, skin and torture the living. , the strength is very powerful, an abomination butcher will usually command dozens of hungry butchers to build a flesh and blood refining workshop, and the enemies inside are more difficult to deal with than imagined."

Recalling the hungry butcher who almost killed himself with a knife, Edgar's face suddenly turned ugly.

Lester noticed another term he had never heard before.

"Flesh Refinery? What is that?"

Pointing to the various meat drying racks in Nascott Village, Tours explained in Edgar's gesture of gagging again while covering his mouth.

"Those filth... They will use the human flesh processed by the butchers to make various flesh and blood shells, and fill the suitable flesh and blood shells with powerful evil souls. The flesh and blood refining workshop is where the flesh and blood shells are made.

In the black mist, in addition to ghosts, which are completely spiritual monsters, there are many monsters with flesh and shells. The birth of these monsters is inseparable from the flesh and blood made by butchers. As for how to make ordinary The ghost of the ghost becomes the evil soul that can control the body. I don't know that... Look, they are here. "

Tours, who was talking, suddenly closed his mouth, and Lester turned his head. More than a dozen big men with pig heads and wearing butcher's aprons came out of the village with more than a dozen white-striped living people struggling desperately. The pig-headed people have different divisions of labor and perform their duties.

Some pig-headed people took off the sun-dried skin and carried it on their shoulders, while some pig-headed people sniffed the hanging body with their noses close, and from time to time took out the mutated body from the iron hook of the hanger. Just throw it to the other pig-headed people waiting by the side, and let the other pig-headed person carry it on his shoulders and wait to take it away.

The pig-headed man led the human being directly to the tree stump. With his left hand, he pressed the kicking man on the fleshy eucalyptus board made of the tree stump. With his right hand, he raised the machete and chopped it down. The head of fear rolled down. After a few knives and a few slashes with the machete, the man became a human stick. Three strokes and five divisions were made, and another pendant was added to the tanning rack and hanger.

The rolled head and the extra limbs were used as snacks for many pig-headed people. Pick it up and smash it, smash it, eat it, and feast on it. More than a dozen living people were killed in a few minutes.

"Ugh..."

Seeing the disgusting scene in his eyes, Edgar finally couldn't bear it any longer, and spit it out. When Lest and Tours looked at the village entrance again, the hungry butchers had stopped. work, picked up the butcher's knife, and cast his cold and bloodthirsty eyes over.

"Guys, there seems to be no need to hide."