League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"The Noxian army has appeared on the outskirts of Silent Forest!"

By the time the Demacian scouts arrived at the outpost, several soldiers were already lined up, but the panic on their faces could not be concealed. Rather than lining up to meet the enemy, it was better to say that they were preparing to flee in formation.

Although no one usually looks down on the barbarians of Noxus in chatting, but after seeing the well-trained army, the soldiers still noticed a different momentum.

Forbidden, that is not something that a barbarian who can only cut off his head can do, but an elite warrior of the Demacian Legion.

"Don't be afraid, I have seen it, what we have to do now is to be vigilant, not panic, this will only make ourselves a dead soul under the knife."

Coming down from the Green Teeth Peak, the Demacian Sentinel in simple leather armor looked grim and cheered the soldiers.

"I have sent someone to report to General Oren. Don't panic, the Noxian people should go to the Serene Forest, otherwise they will definitely not let Sventel come back."

"Whistleblower Winster is right. The Noxians really didn't chase me. Their goal was the Serene Forest."

Dismounting from the horse, Sventel confirmed Winster's words, making the remaining four sentinels heave a sigh of relief.

"Did they not show hostility?"

"No, I ran away just because I saw that army."

Winster pondered for a while, touched the short beard on his chin, and said slowly.

"Although the Noxians occupied the Nokmochi Plain, they did not show hostility to us, and we cannot start the war lightly. This matter is waiting for General Oren to handle it, and we can't be the master... Sven Tell, you should continue to be vigilant on the outside, and the Noxians should report back in time if there is any trouble!"

"clear."

Watching Sventel leave, the whistleblower Winster sighed.

"It's better not to fight..."

……

The Demacian settlement, a simple training ground built by Shiroishi.

With a serious face, Oren waved his training wooden broadsword, easily blocked the attack of his subordinates, and then kicked down his capable subordinates with one foot. He couldn't help but get a little angry.

"Travicom! Where did your strength go? Did you treat those thieves and Freljord barbarians with this fighting attitude?"

Getting up from the ground, Trevikan picked up his broad wooden sword and saluted Oren respectfully.

"General Oren, I have tried my best, and I am quite sure that I am not your opponent."

Glancing at Trevicon, Oren looked at the other soldiers on the training ground, and felt a little hated.

"I told you a long time ago, don't take me as a general on the training ground! Like you, I'm just an ordinary soldier in Demacia! When it comes to fighting, you must do your best!"

"Yes, General, we always understand that."

"General Oren, your strength is indeed very strong, it's not that we didn't go all out."

"General Oren, you just fought with Trevelcom, are you not injured?"

Everything has two sides, a strong reputation and admiration is a good thing, but not an absolute good thing.

Looking at the soldiers who were always coaxing him like a baby in front of him, even Oren couldn't help but sigh.

"Oren, I'll fight you!"

Long ago, eager to try, he took a big wooden stick that was three times his height from the weapon rack. Poppy came to Oren with a serious face and played a stick on top of his head.

When his eyes lit up, Oren smiled at his yordle friend and set up a fighting stance.

"Bobbie, come on."

The voice fell, the smiles of the two disappeared instantly, and the chilling atmosphere instantly enveloped the training ground, and the two rushed to each other at the same time, fighting together.

The crackling sound of the collision continued to sound, and Poppy's stick skills improved a lot in the continuous practice, especially relying on his short height, the long stick swept over, specializing in the tall Oren in the next three lanes, let Oren Every now and then, he had to block a deadly attack that poked his lower body.

The man knows that the yordle in front of him has always been upright and honest, no matter what he does.

If he can't stop himself, I am afraid that the man named Oren will have no descendants, and Bobby will also lose his best human friend and old father.

After playing for a while, Oren kept feeding Poppy with tricks, and Poppy had exhausted all his strength. However, no matter in terms of strength or skill, the yordles had a gap that could not be ignored from the tall human generals.

"Haha!!"

Seeing that his attack was blocked by the airtight sword wall, Poppy, gasping for breath, gritted his teeth and threw his long wooden stick towards Oren's lower abdomen while Oren recovered his broadsword.

He had a super-sensitive defensive perception of his lower body for a long time. Oren temporarily changed his move and used his broad sword to block the flying stick. Then he saw Poppy who opened his arms and rushed towards his waist and crotch. To hug yourself.

"Good come!"

He casually threw away the broad wooden sword. With the advantage of his hand length, Oren came first and hugged Poppy's small body with his backhand.

Just as he was about to throw the brave yordle warrior to the ground, he was knocked back by the suddenly intensified impact force, followed by a pain in his lower abdomen, but it was Poppy who used the strength of his arms to face Oren's stomach. came a kick.

"Look at the feet!"

The hard iron armor used for training has a cute little footprint.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily it wasn't a fatal attack...

"General Oren!"

Some recruits watching the battle exclaimed, but were stopped by their comrades.

"That's how General Oren and that yordle fought. Don't panic, that yordle and General Oren are friends~www.readwn.com~ She won't really hurt General Oren."

After a little understanding of the relationship between the two sides, the recruits looked nervously at the training ground again, but General Oren picked up the blue-skinned yordle and threw it in the distance like a big stone, not directly. fell to the hard ground.

Sure enough, General Oren was useless at all.

After tumbling and falling for several times, his body was covered in sand. Poppy stood up from the ground with a face of embarrassment and wiped his mouth, but he didn't mean to admit defeat, but his momentum rose.

"Come again!"

Rubbing his shriveled belly armor, Oren was also fighting with high spirits.

"bring it on!"

The two fell and hugged each other again. The training ground was dusty for a while, and when they hit the back, the two completely let go of their hands and feet, each with a bruised face, and even the Demacia veteran couldn't bear it.

However, the soldiers understood that this was General Oren's most satisfying and happiest state, so there was no one to stop him, so as not to defeat General Oren's interest.

A fast horse came running from outside the barracks, and behind the messenger was a small blue flag. Pedestrians along the way took the initiative to avoid it. It was obviously an emergency military situation.

"General Oren! Emergency military situation! General Oren! Emergency military situation!!"

Stopping the movements in his hand, he shook his head at Poppy to signal a temporary stop. Oren frowned and looked at the messengers in a hurry.

He rolled off his horse and came to Oren's side. The messenger approached Oren's ear, causing the other soldiers who wanted to know something to shake their heads in disappointment.

After the messenger retreated, Oren patted the dust on his body and calmly gave the order.

"The First Demacian Legion, all wearing armor and swords, gather!"