League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Lily, who had her back to Lester and Lamb, sensed the deadly threat, her body couldn't help but tremble. If she wanted to avoid the attack, she had to interrupt the spellcasting, but if she interrupted the spellcasting, the results of the battle would be wasted.

Although the low-level lemurs transformed by infecting humans with worm blood are stronger than human soldiers, the number of lemurs is too large. Hundreds of lemurs cannot completely defeat the human coalition forces outside the city with their own fighting instincts. Only she personally controls and uses obsidian To do this, the skull needs to be strengthened,

However, if she doesn't evade, her real body and soul will be attacked by the **** of death in this world. As a former native of Runeterra, she will definitely die, and even the possibility of returning to **** to be reincarnated will be obliterated.

"Don't be afraid, just leave it to me."

Just as Lily was hesitating, Lester's reassuring voice came from behind.

After appeasing the female demon, Lester took the initiative to stand in front of the sheep spirit's arrow path and blocked the sheep spirit's attack with his body.

"Xiao Yang, I have been looking for you for a long time, and you are finally willing to come to me."

The bowstring was tightened by three points, and Yang Ling's voice was extraordinarily cold.

"So, you chose her, what a pity."

Slowly approaching Yang Ling, Lester said softly.

"There is no choice, you are all my wings, and I can't fly without one."

"Are you still saying these unreasonable things until now?"

"Haha, it seems that now is not the time to joke."

With a sigh of disappointment, Yang Ling lowered his eyes and let go of the bowstring.

"stop!"

The soul-destroying arrow released from the string made a sharp sound and hit Lester's heart.

With a muffled snort, resisting the pain that would tear his soul, Lester paused, still maintaining a gentle smile, and continued to move forward.

Knowing what happened behind her, Lily lowered her head with a grim expression, and greatly enhanced her control spell.

"My arrows are made up of the energy of the underworld. After being strengthened by the soul-absorbing bow, it will cause extra damage to the soul. Even you can't hold up to three arrows. After three arrows, your soul will return to the underworld with me. To stand the judgment of the mother."

Yang Ling turned his head to avoid the man's sight, put the second soul-destroying arrow on the bowstring, and aimed at the female demon from another world with his peripheral vision.

"If you still think that I won't kill you, then you are very wrong...Give you another chance, get out of the way."

The pale-faced Lester shook his head, but his steps remained firm.

"Since you don't want to listen to jokes, let's talk about something practical,

Lamb, you also know that this riddled world can no longer be maintained by repairing it. Even the mother of the mask cannot expel Mordekaiser who invaded the underworld. how?

Instead of continuing to let this world rot, it is better to overthrow and rebuild it directly, and build a Yindian Garden where mortals can live happily without the interference of gods and demons. I have the ability to do all this, and I have the determination to do it all. Nothing can stop it I,

Lamb, work hard with me, you know that sooner or later the mother of the mask and the mask she made will die in the hands of the evil spirit owl, including herself,

I know that the rules of the underworld are not perfect. Repairing this shipwreck is a path that is doomed to no future. Otherwise, Mordekaiser would not have the opportunity to take root in the underworld. The Mother of the Mask and Mordekaiser have been fighting for thousands of years. Instead of expelling Mordekaiser, it made him stronger, which is enough to explain the problem. "

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Without refuting Lester's statement about the Mother of Masks and Mordekaiser, Lamb shook his head.

"I can only say that you are fantasizing. There will be no Yindian Garden in this world. Regardless of whether there are gods and demons, there will never be Yindian Garden...Where there are humans, there will be disputes, but this will not change."

The second arrow pierced Lester's abdomen. Lester's eyes went dark, and he staggered and fell forward. When Yang Ling took out the third arrow, he jumped forward and hugged him tightly. lamb spirit.

Accompanied by the faint fragrance of the other shore flower, the cold and soft downy touch came from the small body of Mirror Claw. Lester instantly found a familiar and unfamiliar position in the soft short hair, and couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly, holding on to it. Hold the balance point where the sheep's spirit is slightly warped.

Yang Ling's eyes widened, and the spirit body without any feeling lost any strength in an instant, and could only lean its body completely against the man's arms.

"Little Yang, you are so ruthless, you are trying to murder your husband."

Speaking witty words to divert attention, Lester, who was in great pain due to the severe trauma of his soul, took the initiative to use the technique, as if he wanted to transfer the pain to the palm of his hand, and increased his strength. Even better, it is tight and elastic, and it can be grasped with an open palm, and you can't put it down.

For Lester at this moment, having a point of strength can be regarded as finding a sliver of comfort in the heart-piercing pain.

I don't know Lester's thoughts at the moment, as if he has regained his human body and returned to the material realm, the sudden warm touch made Yang Ling's thinking stagnate, and the soul-destroying arrow in his right hand was transformed into the purest underworld energy again Dissipated in the air, Yang Ling could no longer use any strength, and the soul-destroying bow slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the sheep spirit nestled in Lester's arms seemed to have returned to the night when the wolves were expelled. It was the first time since she put on the mask that she felt the warmth of the world, and it was also the first time that someone would really be hard Resisting the erosion of the dark energy is close to the extremely lonely self.

Although the wolf also loves her, she knows that the wolf is only the strength that separates her. When the wolf falls in love with the sheep, it is just that she loves herself. She is just deceiving herself.

The wolf was only her last hope when she was in despair, but now before she was completely desperate, a person appeared in front of her,

This man pursued his ethereal traces, maintained his dilapidated temple, and whispered all kinds of whispers to his **** statue in silence. Although she didn't show up, she was always by the side every time the man looked for her. That was when she was most relaxed and happy.

Even if he showed his weapon to him, even if he hurt him again and again, he still chose to hug himself tenderly.

Now, she has hurt the only man in the world who cares about her because of the responsibility of the **** of death...

What should she do?

Pushing away the unsuspecting Leicester, after Lester fell to the ground, Yang Ling took one last look at the man, and then backed away without looking back, his figure dissipated in the dark energy, and he was in a daze. Yang Ling even forgot the soul-destroying bow that he never left his hand.

Watching Yang Ling escape from him, Lester endured the severe pain and picked up the white short bow on the ground and stood up, took a look and then closed his eyes.

The moment he took the short bow, Lester heard the mourning of countless souls, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Only the cold death air was continuously transmitted from his right hand into his body endlessly, trying to make the life full of life The body turned into a skeleton.

"Even a warrior who has been tempered for thousands of years, if his body has no means of recovery, he will probably die in less than a second."

The life energy that was originally saturated surged again. At a certain moment, Lester even felt Elena's presence again. He even forgot the last time he felt Elena's breath. .

For most people, the fatal dead energy is just equal to the overflowing vitality in the body for Lester. Vitality and death are two kinds of energies that generate and restrain each other in a strange fusion, which is consistent with the idea expressed in the yin-yang fish Tai Chi diagram Pretty much the same.

"Life and death, endless reincarnation... This short bow not only can obliterate the soul, but also has the function of leading the soul to the river of the underworld to reincarnate. This short bow itself has the concept of life and death. No wonder it can easily accept my body. life energy in

It is impossible to achieve this level through enchantment. How on earth is such a powerful weapon made? Could it be Ornn's craft? "

Opening his eyes, Lester, who had found the balance point, was no longer directly disturbed by the dead air of the short bow, and all obstacles were suppressed by Lester to the lowest point where he would not be affected.

Taking a deep breath, Lester aimed at the direction where no one was there, pulled the bowstring, and a white arrow full of life energy suddenly appeared. The vine flowers, and even the pain of Leicester itself have eased a lot.

Seeing that the lord's hall was about to turn into a botanical garden, he was not sure what the consequences of the arrow would be. Lester slowly relaxed the bowstring to dissipate life energy. After adjusting his body, he opened the bow again. Qi gathered, but this time a black arrow appeared on the bowstring.

In an instant, the dead air far surpassing the underworld qi suddenly diffused, the vigorous plant shoots withered and died in the blink of an eye, the wood rotted, and the metal products became rusty, as if they had been put aside for a thousand years. Before it got worse, Lester relaxed his bowstring without hesitation, dissipating the terrible dead air.

Even so, the lord's hall has become unrecognizable. It doesn't look like a place where people can live, but it looks like a decayed and dilapidated historic site for thousands of years.

This kind of power has surpassed his cognition and understanding, far beyond conventional magic and spell power, even the black rose and the forbidden spell recorded in ancient Shurima are incomparable.

This kind of energy is probably at the same level as the "root power" of world runes. If you have to give a definition, it can be described as the power of law.

Lester put down the sheep spirit's short bow with more time in his heart, his eyes were a little complicated.

He can indeed do many things with this bow, but compared to him, Yang Ling needs this short bow more to deal with Mordekaiser's underworld army. If Yang Ling refuses to come and get it, he has to go to the underworld himself It's a trip.

Thinking of this, Lester drew the bow again, and the life energy condensed into a white arrow, but the man turned the arrow and pointed it at his instep.

As soon as the arrow was shot, Lester shuddered as if his soul was ascending.

"Sure enough, it has the effect of healing the soul."

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The turmoil outside the city continued until dawn, and on the contrary, it tended to intensify. The spreading frenzied soldiers rushed out of the West Camp and rushed to other places in a purposeful and organized manner.

Even if the coalition forces were called in, they could not suppress the disaster caused by the formation.

Greenton, who had gone mad, cursed everything in front of him, slashed wildly with his sword like a madman, and died in the riots of the night.

Senior, who had lost his command, knelt down on the ground in a daze, the blade was full of gaps, and everywhere he could see were stumps and broken arms. In the wisps of black smoke, the blood flowed into a stream along the lower terrain. The West is flowing all the way.

Unable to bear the huge loss, the soldiers of the coalition army had completely disintegrated and could no longer gather together. The loss of the Tarknus Legion was the heaviest. Looking up at Senior, there was not a single living Tarknus soldier.

"Haha! Where are the people!? Where did everyone go!? You are all back!!"

Senior, who was crying and laughing, was on the verge of collapse. He had fought with Greenton all his life, and his hands were stained with blood, but he had never encountered such a strange thing.

He didn't know where the enemy came from, why his colleagues swung swords against his own, and why the iron army with strict military discipline became a lunatic overnight, and he didn't know how to defeat these lunatics. monster.

How can he win if he knows nothing about the enemy? This is simply a despicable massacre.

Everything in front of him was like a siege hammer hitting Senior's heart time and time again, but suddenly Brewsterburg was beating the war drum, and Senior's face turned livid when he heard the sound of the drum, and he looked up. In the direction of Fort Brewster, the next moment, the man seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, but he couldn't get up again.

"Winter! Winter! Winter! Winter!"

The drums thundered, the hinges slid, and the steel suspension bridge of Fort Brewster slowly lowered, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com The deputy commander of the Dark Guard Legion, Daskell, led a thousand black armored soldiers to line up in front of the castle drawbridge. The elite warriors of the Emerald collar drew out their weapons sternly, and blocked thousands of desperate Southern Empire soldiers with their icy cold light. The alliance collapsed.

Captured by the aura of the Black Armored Army, the defeated army who lost its organization could only dispel the idea of ​​forcing a charge.

Recalling the faces of the Southern Empire coalition forces attacking the city a few days ago, Daskell smiled coldly.

"Just relying on such a small number of people to attack the city, you think too highly of yourself... All soldiers obey orders! Prepare to charge! Follow me to defeat the enemy!"

"My lord! We are not here to attack the city! We are here to ask for help! Please save us! We are willing to surrender! I just ask you to let us enter the castle! Those monsters are coming!"

The commander in chief dropped the saber at his waist and fell to his knees on the ground. The others also reacted, dropped their weapons one after another, and raised their hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Yes! General! We don't want to be enemies of the Emerald Collar at all! It was Timothy's group of imperial rebels who threatened my family and I had to join his army! I beg the general to have mercy on us!"