League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Waking up sweating profusely, he heard the dull sound of Noxust's horns, Winster sat up with lingering fears, and his mind was a little confused.

The wonderful dream is fragmented, and the cold reality appears in front of you.

The Noxian bugle in his ears echoed in the sky, stirring the tense nerves of all Demacians.

This is the worst possible situation.

Winster couldn't care about anything else any longer. A spirit tumbled from the wooden bed of the outpost, picked up the long sword on the wall and ran out.

The rest of the sentries were relieved when they saw the sentinel coming out. At least they didn't have to go in to disturb the sentry's sweet dream.

Several sentinels looked at each other, then looked away at the same time, with a natural look.

At this time, Sventer had just run into the green tooth peak east post, turned over and dismounted anxiously, Winster greeted him, his face was tense, and he said solemnly.

"A Noxian called? How many?"

"No, they just assembled and lined up, it seems that there are more than 100 people."

"Will they call?"

"Probably not, they are taking a defensive posture."

"Why did they line up?"

Sventel frowned.

"I don't know, maybe it's vigilance?"

Every day I know why people taking naps have so many problems?

"There must be a reason for them to line up, and we have to act accordingly..."

Halfway through the words of the confused Winster, a scout on a fast horse came running from the back of the post. The serious-looking rider pulled the reins and uttered a 'sigh,' and the horse stopped in front of the post, panting.

"General Oren's first army will be here soon. What kind of panic do you look like? Hurry up and pack up and prepare to welcome General Oren!"

After being reprimanded by the scouts of the First Corps, Winster instead thought of another aspect, and his face was a little unsightly.

"Is the formation in defense for General Oren's First Legion? How did the Noxians know about General Oren's coming before us?"

……

Oren with the army came to the last outpost in the outermost ring of the Demacian border under the Green Teeth Peak.

Oren met with the commander of the outpost, Winster, the great sentinel who was willing to be stationed in the most dangerous areas.

It's just that the smell of this post is so strange, the beds are not folded up, and there is a stench that belongs only to men inside and outside, but thinking about a group of men together will not have any scent, Oren is relieved. .

Taking a deep look at Winster, he looked away from Poppy, who was covering his nose and frowning, and Oren, who had bruises on his face, coughed twice.

"Tell me about the situation at the outpost."

Scratching his head, Winster glanced at General Oren, whose right face was swollen, with some embarrassment. He hesitated, but decided to ignore it.

"Currently there are a total of..."

After giving General Oren a brief overview of the situation at the outpost, Winster closed his mouth and looked at Oren earnestly.

Nodding to Winster, Oren continued to ask

"Are the Noxians still in Silent Forest? What is their purpose in Silent Forest?"

"Yes, they are still there, and they have set up a camp. It must not be a temporary intention.

The Noxians have been transporting some kind of black wood since five days ago. I asked the hunter about it. It is the black stone wood in the depths of Silent Forest. It can be seen that they must build a semi-permanent logging camp. . "

"In your opinion, does he, the Noxians, express some kind of hostility towards us?"

Shaking his head, Winster was sure.

"No, my sentinel has confirmed this, but their soldiers often stare at my sentinel. If staring is not hostile, then there should be no hostility."

After pondering for a moment, Oren stood up.

"It seems that we still have the possibility of talking with the Noxians, young man, you..."

Halfway through speaking, Oren looked at the sloppy sentinel chief and decided to change to a more reliable candidate.

"Master General?"

"It's okay, you'd better rest for a while and fold the quilt by the way."

Looking at Oren's back, Winster always felt as if he had lost some opportunity, and couldn't help but curse.

"Damn! After talking so much, General Oren didn't even ask my name!"

Outside the sentry post, Oren took a fancy to Sventel who was leading the horse.

It only took him three seconds to confirm that the person in front of him was a meticulous and responsible sentinel.

"Soldier, what's your name?"

With his hands clenched and crossed in front of his chest, Sventel bowed slightly and saluted Oren.

"Lord General Oren, my name is Sventel."

Looking at the soldier-like Sventel in front of him, Oren, who was quite fond of him, said solemnly.

"Sventel, there is a very dangerous task for you now, get on your plains horse, go to Noxus' camp, and tell them that Oren wants to talk to their supreme commander, this Do you dare to accept the task?"

Straight over to his horse, Sventel stared at Oren without fear.

"Lord General~www.readwn.com~ I am a sentinel and a soldier. The soldiers of Demacia are never afraid of danger."

Watching Sventel leave, Oren withdrew his admiring gaze and looked at the yordle beside him.

"Poppy, what do you think of this person?"

Although it was a little unexpected that Oren would ask himself this kind of question, Poppy still expressed his thoughts.

"I feel that he is a bit like you."

There was a smile on Oren's face.

"I think so too. Maybe it's a bit underpowered to let him be a sentinel. The rangers in Demacia haven't been established yet, maybe I can let him try..."

……

Sventel got closer and closer to the military camp outside Tranquility Forest, and he could clearly perceive that some kind of deadly murderous intent had locked him in.

There is no doubt that this breathtaking murderous intent came from the opposite side, and his own life and death were no longer in his control.

He dismounted, took off the saber from his waist toward the Noxian soldier, and slowly put it on the ground.

Fear can't do anything, he needs to suppress his fear and let himself survive.

"Noxian soldiers! I'm not hostile! I'm Demacia's Sentinel Sventel! I have important news for your superiors!"

He tentatively stopped in place, waiting for the Noxian to respond.

"Remove all your weapons! Sentinel Sventel! You can come here!"

Even though the evolved Demacian and Noxian languages ​​are quite different, after all, they both come from the ancient Valoran continental language, so Sventel probably understood the meaning of the opposite.

Even if you don’t know how to write, you will always know the general meaning.

Then, he took off all the weapons and walked over.