League of Legends Millennium Warlord

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In the smile, the Vastaya girl transformed into a white-faced owl and flew to the sky, and soon disappeared, leaving Lester alone with his head lowered, like an idiot with a wounded head.

"Then, Lord Lester, are you still going to sea?"

The old boatman, who was hiding in the distance, saw the big mistake, and hurried over to ask carefully.

"Going to sea... Do you know where Wuwei Island is?"

Stared at by Lester's bloodshot eyes, the old boatman shuddered.

"Uh, didn't you say that Miss Roy led the way?"

"Then don't go, thank you for waiting so long."

"Sir, it's nothing..."

Handing the fare that had been prepared to the old boatman, Lester turned around and walked towards the west.

Lester has decided that after returning from Icathia, he will once again be a pathfinder in the Sea of ​​Watchers.

As a responsible man, no matter what happens, he has to coax his coquettish woman back.

...

It is very difficult to enter Ixtar from the outside without knowing the road, but as Ixtar's former great elemental envoy, Lester naturally does not know that he is affected by Vidalion (note: located in Where is the tree wall and the vine secret passage controlled by the Supremacy Artifact of the tower in the center of Ixoken City?

Starting from the south gate of Ixoken City, go to the southwest border of Ixtar, and pass through the rain forest controlled by Vidalian to reach the Miasma Jungle in the west. As the outermost defense line of Ixtar, the Miasma Jungle It is a standard tropical rainforest climate, full of poisonous miasma and poisonous insects and beasts. It is an indestructible natural defense line. Unless it is super-large-scale magic bombing or digging inch by inch with large excavation equipment, it is difficult to break through the miasma jungle. line of defense.

For Lester, the threat of the Miasma Jungle is naturally not a threat. It only took two months to successfully pass through the Miasma Jungle, cross the mountains in the west of Ixtar, and arrive at Aika. On the northern border of West Asia, many villages can still be seen on the oases of the border, and further south it becomes a barren and dry land.

Acacia is located in the southeastern prominence of the Shurima continent. The terrain is high in mountains and deep valleys. The terrain is high in the southeast, the central basin is low, and the northwest continues to rise. The mountains are endless, and it is a typical half-graben basin structure.

In Jax's description, if not Shurima's ascenders are too powerful, even some ascenders who have obtained the dragon king attribute can fly, otherwise, the Icathians alone are enough to resist the enemy from the country. In addition, the example of Icacia's failure is enough to conclude that in Runeterra, it is impossible to use human sea tactics to fight against supernatural power. The cruel fact is that even if all mortals are armed, it is not enough for the ascendants to kill alone.

If you want to gain a foothold in Runeterra, you must master the power that makes all the gods fear. On this road, power is paramount.

Having strengthened his desire for powerful strength, Lester, who was standing on the mountainside and looking to the south, took a deep breath and walked slowly down the mountain.

Active contact with the void was his first choice.

...

"Did you hear it? Did you hear it? The voice from the bottom of the earth, did you hear it? The voice from the abyss, right under our feet! Right in our ears! I am a prophet, and you should listen to me call! Obey my orders! Meet the voice of the end!"

On the streets full of yellow sand, a ridiculous lame beggar was holding a broken bowl and shouting nonsense. The residents of Shurima living in Amakla looked like they were not surprised. The distinguished guests who lived in the hotel for a long time put on their clothes. With his fingers full of gems and agate rings, the servant threw a large bone rod from the window for the wild dog.

The big bone stick rolled on the ground twice and landed in front of the lame beggar.

The lame beggar who saw the bone stick no longer groaned. He gratefully picked up the dusty bone stick and licked the remaining shredded meat on the bone stick with his mouth wide open, causing the surrounding audience to laugh. The street is full of cheerful atmosphere, and even the scavengers who can't even spell half a piece of clothes on the street have more relaxed smiles.

As if to get some kind of satisfaction, the rich man put a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, and said a few words to the servant, who sprinkled the medicine powder in the purple glass bottle on the steamed bun.

Following the big bone stick is a complete steamed bun. This time even the pedestrians on the roadside showed a greedy look, but everyone knew who the steamed bun was made for. He watched the old beggar pounce on the steamed bun again.

"Don't eat it! You're affecting our business!

! Smelly beggar, go away!

! "

A little boy squatting beside the stall suddenly shouted and picked up the steamed buns beside his feet and threw them to the wild dog with the haram. He took the little boy's gift in his mouth and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

"Ahhh!

! what are you doing! ? my buns!

! Don't steal my buns!

! "

The beggar who was robbed by the stray dog ​​chased after the stray dog ​​like he was going crazy step by step. The passers-by who didn't grab the steamed bun finally put away their jealous expressions and laughed. Among the absurd laughter, only those on the third floor of the hotel. The rich frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the sudden accident of the script, but it was another wild dog who died, and the ending was not bad.

The rich man glanced indifferently at the little boy who had broken a good thing. The window of the hotel closed with a 'Peng'. The closed window page ended this interrupted comedy, and another comedy had just begun.

"Cough cough... Malzaha, what are you doing? He just wants to eat a steamed bun! Have I taught you to insult others like this?"

The owner of the stall coughed a few times and slapped his young son directly on the face, causing the five-year-old boy's head to buzz and fall heavily to the ground.

The little boy with the golden star lay on the ground with his head in his arms. He could see other people's endings in various visions, but he could not see his own future.

This slap, he Malzaha could not escape in his life.

The little boy did not retort to his father that he saw that the beggar who ate the steamed buns would bleed to death on the spot. The little boy just lay on the ground silently and waited for his father's punishment. In his chaotic thinking, he even regretted himself elegantly. Killed an innocent dog.

"Okay, okay, Bieler, he's just a child, spare him."

The middle-aged woman at the neighboring stall enthusiastically discouraged her with a smile on her face.

"But having said that, Bieler, you are such an honest and responsible person, Malzaha has been crazy since he was a child, and his heart is indeed a little poisonous... It's not like you, it's time to go home and educate it."

Bieler put away his anger and treated his peers. The man's face was replaced with a simple and honest smile.

"What you said is that this child should be educated... Malzaha, stand up."

In the stern rebuke of his father, the little boy got up from the ground and suppressed the 'humming' sound left by his slap in his head.

"I ask you, are you doing it right? How did your mother and I teach you?"

"Be an honest person, do things according to your duty, don't bully...don't bully others..."

"Hmph, I remember being pretty tight, so how did you do it?"

"I, I... I saved Uncle Cripple..."

Hearing the little boy say this, the face of the middle-aged woman watching the good show suddenly became a little more eager, and her voice became louder in order to make it easier for others to hear.

"Look, you kid can't tell the difference sometimes, Bieler, I think you shouldn't set up a stall here, isn't there an old witch doctor in the West Market? Go back and look for that old witch doctor. Let's take a look at the child of Malzaha. It doesn't matter if it's broken. If there is a problem with your brain, it will be a big trouble. If you can't find your daughter-in-law, it will be a big trouble. Who will inherit yours then? 'Family business'?"

Amid the new laughter in the street, the Birrells put away their grocery stalls ashes, and at any time, there was always a jolly laughter from the street, as if it wasn't laughing at itself.

Following behind his pale-faced father, Malzaha lowered his head.

"Dad, I... I'm telling the truth... That steamed bun is poisonous... Uncle lame will die if you eat it..."

"Cough...cough...I also know that there is an old witch doctor in the West City, Malzaha, I will take you to see tomorrow, you always have strange sayings and ideas, maybe you really are sick,

Ahem...Child, Dad apologizes to you, Dad shouldn't have beaten you like that just now, but you really made me hate iron. I have never done such a despicable thing, even if I owe someone a copper coin, I can't sleep,

Child, you really shouldn't bully people like this... That lame uncle was the one that Dad finally persuaded other stall owners to let him beg there, ahem... You may think it's annoying for Dad to preach too much, but Dad I still want to tell you that you must always have your own bottom line... Even if your father is gone, you must live a magnanimous life and be a good person..."

He wanted to pat his son's head to apologize, but the man's cough became more and more violent. The man who spread his palm looked at the dark blood in his palm and wiped it on the towel in his pocket calmly. Seeing his father like this, Malzaha burst into tears, tears rolling down his face.

Suddenly, in a vision, the little boy saw a man lying on the bed without breathing. There was another corpse on the chair beside the bed. It was the haggard-faced mother who had lost her husband and was already suffering from heart failure.

The death of his father finally made the grieving mother unable to hold on any longer and left together. This is the cruel truth that Imagination wants to tell herself.

If he comes home today, he will be an orphan and lose his father and mother forever.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy we don't go home, ok?"

Malzaha's cry finally made the man stop, and he felt more distressed for his child, and Bieler regretted that he had hit too hard just now.

After hesitating for a while, Bieler, whose eyes were a little sour, first tipped the fluffy purse in his arms, then looked up at the still early sky, and the man finally nodded with determination.

"Alright, then let's go now, don't worry, our family has money, no matter how much money we spend, we have to take care of the disease. Dad also expects you to be filial to Dad when you grow up. For you, Dad has to earn money to support the family. Tomorrow, I'll go out and apologize to that lame uncle."

The voice fell, and Malzaha, whose head was buzzing, desperately saw his father in a strange room in a new vision. There was blood everywhere, blood everywhere, and his father was everywhere he saw blood,

An old man wearing a mask of animal bones fell to the ground in fright, treating himself like a plague, his mouth was full of foul language, as if he was the son of a curse, his father's body was thrown out by a witch doctor, like a rich man A rotten bone was left, but the old witch doctor held Dad's purse tightly.

Unable to suppress his grief any longer, Malzahara grabbed his father's dry hands that had been eroded by the wind and sand, hugged the man in front of him tightly, and buried his head in his father's arms.

"Dad, Daddy, let me hug you, let me hug you, let me hug you, okay?"

Dotingly stroking his coquettish little head, for some unknown reason, the dry corners of the man's eyes began to shed tears uncontrollably. The smiling and crying man squatted down and satisfied his son's little request~www.readwn. com~ Although he can't make money, he always tries his best to satisfy his son's wishes within his ability.

"Cough cough... How old a child is still crying and acting like a spoiled child. When you are cured, go to your mother to act like a spoiled child. Don't expect your father to forgive you for your behavior today..."

The father and son hugged each other and stood in the street like this. Malzaha did not let go of his father, nor did his father let go of his son.

It was like this after ten minutes, and it was the same after half an hour, until about an hour later, someone finally shouted in a joking tone.

"Biler, I know that your father and son are deeply in love. The question is can you go home and be disgusting? Is it okay to stand on the street?"

Is this a joke?

Isn't this kidding?

If my father could scold him a little harder, this sentence would become a joke, right?

The father's residual warmth on the chest has turned into a cold heart that freezes through the heart. Malzaha opened the eyes of the tears, and had to accept the reality that his father had left him forever. He originally wanted to hold on like this forever, as if In this way, the father is still by his side.

But now, my father can't talk to him anymore.

Wiping his snot on his father's dirty neckline, Malzaha wept silently, the only thing he could leave for his father.

The little boy looked at the speaker. He still remembered that his ingenious father built a wooden bed for the family for free. Just because the man prayed for a few days, his father gave up asking for wages, saying that it was not easy for him.

Dad thinks of him as a neighbor in need, what does he think of himself and his dad?

Who is easy for the people alive in this world?