League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Spread!! Spread!! Spread!! Don't let the lasso get caught!!!"

"kill!!!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Didn't you eat, little brat from the south?"

He heard the roar of the First Legion's Ranger cavalry captain, a bloodthirsty Freljord robber in front of him, and Demacians screaming in pain in the distance, and the ground was littered with mutilated corpses.

Facing the purgatory-like scene, Sventel never thought that a broken rope would become such a terrible weapon after being tied with stones at both ends.

Horse legs and soldiers tied by the zipline will lose their ability to resist instantly, or they will be hit on the head by spinning and flying stones, and the head will be smashed by the horse on the spot. The barbarian hammered a rotten watermelon with a hard mallet, and then was taken away from the sharp sword in his hand, and turned around and slashed at his own people.

Obviously those barbarian robbers didn't even have a few decent swords in their hands, but they killed more than a dozen colleagues with a simple twisting stone flying rope and crude wooden sticks. The smelling Freljord robber was a little more fearful.

The thoughts in his mind just passed by in a flash. Sventel, who did not want to die here easily, recalled the riding and cutting skills he learned from the old riders in the military camp. He stretched his right arm and lowered his body. Ready to go, ready to drink blood.

It's a pity that the script didn't develop according to the military training. It's like a barbarian warrior more than ten meters away will not be foolishly waiting for him to slash down like a wooden pile.

"The little boy of Demacia!! You weren't born when I slept with your grandmother's war mother!!"

Seeing a short rider rushing towards him, Ursals smiled, revealing a yellow tooth that was missing his front teeth. Fly to the horse's head.

"Sigh!"

With a whimper, the head of the horse that could not escape was perfectly hit by the rotating bone rod, and a blood pit was directly smashed on the horse's bone. The horse died tragically on the spot.

Sventer's overturned horse took him off his back. The rookie cavalry turned several somersaults on the ground according to the inertia of his body. Although he fell dizzy, he was not injured because his landing action was too standard.

He has always been meticulous about training, and he has successfully saved his own life at this moment.

From beginning to end, the fine iron long sword was tightly held in his hand, and he did not throw it away like other people who fell from the horse.

"Your precious baby is mine now, hey!"

Ursals took two steps forward, waving a big club like a mallet in both hands, laughing and smashing the soldier's leather helmet, just like smashing a watermelon, very comfortable.

As long as the Demacian rider in front of him is hammered to death, he will be able to throw away the big club in his hand and obtain an exquisite iron weapon.

A roll, narrowly dodging the hammer blow that smashed a small pit in the ground, Sventel gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, and swung his first sword at the barbarian in front of him.

"Your strength is like your courage, vulnerable to a single blow!"

Urthals easily fends off the fluttering sword. He swears that if the Demacian soldier in front of him encounters those invulnerable bearmen who believe in the bear **** on the ice field, he may not survive for two breaths, and he will be killed by those who possess it. Shamanic bearmen open their stomachs, dig out their entrails, and offer them to their bear god.

Unlike Noxian, pure-bred Freljord and Demacian are very different. At least in Sventel's view, the barbarians have been talking about what the barbarians are saying, and he doesn't listen to them at all. do not know.

However, if you think about it with your butt, you know it's not a good thing. What good farts can the northern barbarians put aside besides spraying feces in their mouths?

"You **** who can't even speak human words!"

Not to be outdone, Sventel cursed, realizing that he was no match for the barbarian in front of him at all, and the soldier quickly retreated.

"Haha! Coward of Demacia!"

Following behind Sventel, Urthals took out the small hand axe hidden under the leather skirt around his waist, with a cruel expression on his face. His favorite thing was to use his back to face his enemy.

This is what he is most proud of, and is the enemy's most deadly trump card.

"My flying axe can accurately kill all enemies within ten meters. This is the skill I rely on to survive. You will be the next enemy to die under my flying axe."

Allowing the cowardly knight of Demacia to ride another horse that had lost its master, Urthals calmed down and began to shake his arms slightly to adjust the throwing direction.

"Death to the barbarians!!!"

Another cavalryman was about to chop from behind Ursals, but was smashed by the barbarian who suddenly turned his body and threw a throwing axe. His head was directly chopped in half, and a cloud of filth exploded. slammed to the ground.

"Woooo!!"

Losing the restraint of its owner, the horse nimbly avoided the barbarian that was about to hit it, and began to flee the battlefield in another direction. Obviously, it was not a qualified warhorse.

Witnessing the comrade who died in his place, Sventel, who rode on a horse, broke out in a cold sweat after realizing it. Seeing that his own people were in a state of collapse, Sventel stomped back, but his ears were surrounded. The wailing of the villagers made him unable to make up his mind.

"Boy, you are really lucky to have survived until now."

After looking around for a week, seeing that more than fifty cavalrymen had completely disintegrated, Ursals felt relieved, took out the blood axe from the rotten skull, smacking his lips, and the barbarian picked up the iron sword of the dead knight.

Staring at the gleaming iron sword, Urthals was a little dazed~www.readwn.com~ On the reflective blade, he saw his son who died at the hands of the bear man.

The bear man tore apart his young body like a yak meat slice, twisted his son's head off, and threw it under his feet...

"If our tribe has such good things, who would be afraid of those wild beasts? How can so many people die every day? His grandma's!"

"Everyone!! Retreat! Retreat!!"

At present, the village of Holmes has become a **** of flesh and blood. The cavalry captain gritted his teeth, no longer caring about the villagers who had not evacuated, and issued a new order.

He can't just watch his subordinates die here, and he can't escape alone. This is a huge stain.

This time, a total of more than 80 riders came to support, and more than 20 people were responsible for rescuing the villagers and preventing the massacre. Unexpectedly, the remaining 60 people not only failed to repel the robbers, but even failed to hinder them. They were easily caught. Those barbarians who didn't even have decent weapons were defeated on the battlefield, which made him doubt that the cavalry formed by General Oren had any meaning at all.

As for the more than 20 riders who went to rescue the villagers, they were quickly defeated by the sudden fatal blow.

Faced with the simple and deadly zipline, the knights could not think of any solution. Simply using the lives of soldiers to slow down the slaughter of the villagers by the barbarians is completely meaningless, and everyone will die here.

"No withdrawal!! No withdrawal!! There are still villagers stranded in the village!! No withdrawal!!!"

It was not until the moment his cavalry captain issued an order that Sventel understood what it meant for him and others to evacuate.

There are more than 300 people in Holmes Village, all of them will become abandoned children and become the target of the northern barbarians.