League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"You can't withdraw, everyone!! There are still the people of Demacia here!"

The many riders present hesitated to glance at their roaring colleagues, but turned their horses around and chose to follow the captain's pace.

Sventel stared blankly at his companions and dispersed, only to think that his proud status as a Ranger was a joke.

"Hahaha!! Hahahaha!! Look at how overwhelmed he looks! I think we should go back and gather more clansmen, just go south and occupy the weak country of Demacia, hahaha!!"

The Freljord robber watching the play laughed and watched the Demacian coward flee the battlefield, and finally put his sarcastic gaze on the desolate screaming young rider, wondering if the idiot who didn't know how to escape would be in the next moment. Wet pants.

Everything in front of him was a little blurry, and Sventel seemed to have returned to the past. Outside the Greentooth Peak post, the serious-looking General Oren stared at him.

"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?"

That was General Oren asking him to speak, and that was his answer to General Oren.

"Sir General, I am a sentinel and a soldier. The soldiers of Demacia are never afraid of danger."

Actually, at that time, I still had a dirty word that I didn't say to General Oren.

"I'm afraid of death, what the **** is my soldier still!"

After shouting out what he didn't say at the time, Sventel stroked the restless horse, his chest thumping, but finally calmed down.

After the calm, amidst the wailing of villagers and colleagues, the sound of retreating horses' hooves, and the vulgar and obscene laughter of barbarians, a blazing fire burned the entire world.

The knight held up the fine iron long sword that shone with silver light, and the fire ignited the burning anger in his heart. Sventel glanced at the dozens of blood-stained barbarian warriors present in hatred. The fear and entanglement on his face dissipated, and his will has never been so firm.

He can't control what others do, he will only do what a Ranger Knight should do.

"Demacia! The Ranger Warrior Sventel of the First Legion is here!!"

The knight's voice was firm and clear, piercing the sky, as if chanting a triumphal battle song.

Not far away, the knight, who had not left completely, froze, stopped the belly of the horse he was holding, tightened the reins, turned his head with a complicated expression, and looked at the fool who was still standing behind him. '.

"They...they haven't left...haven't left...Ai Rui, we are saved..."

The Demacian villagers hiding in the dark in despair were waiting to be slaughtered, but suddenly they heard the loud voices of the Demacian soldiers outside the house. The villagers retreated in fear, hugging their sons and crying as if they had found support.

After the Demacian knight roared out the first sentence, the sarcasm and ridicule on the faces of the Freljord barbarians gradually solidified, and their faces became solemn, which was something they never showed when they encountered the cavalry charge. expression.

Although they couldn't understand what the Demacian was saying, the fool could see that the knight was not trying to escape.

He will not surrender, nor will he run away.

Instead, he wants to fight.

This is the last thing they want to see, because many of them are expelled from the tribe because they are afraid of fighting the fierce enemies in the north, and gather to the south.

They are actually the cowards of the north, a group of deserters who are afraid of bear shamans and ogre trolls.

This is the case with Ursals, and the leader Swak is like this. On the contrary, there are very few marriage failures like Alsalon who were inexplicably kicked out for offending his mother's wife.

Standing on the spot with the most standard cavalry charge posture, Sventel slowly crossed the sword by his side, holding the reins tightly with his left hand.

He wants to charge, he wants to fight, he is destined to die here, he will use his burning soul to clean up the cowardice of the Demacian soldiers, and he will dedicate his life to his faith and will.

A cavalry's mission is to charge, not escape.

"Demacian Rangers!!"

The throat was damaged, and Sventel's voice became hoarse, which was very unpleasant.

"Charge!!"

"Sigh!"

It seems that he felt the boiling fighting spirit of the strange master. The shivering plain horse retreated in fear and neighed. The horse's eyes widened, forgetting the threat of death, and began to move vigorously and gradually accelerated, frantically. He rushed towards the barbarian warriors who stayed in place.

At this moment, it is the most courageous and fearless warhorse in the world, and Sventel believes this, even if it is their first meeting.

"kill!!"

With the hoarse battle cry of the Demacians in his ears, Urthals stared blankly at the Demacian coward who charged at him, as if he had returned to that snowy night, when he witnessed his son being slaughtered by the crazy bearmen. Divide the food and refuse to enter the snowfield again to find supplies.

The mother-in-law's eyes have never been so disappointed...

When he came back to his senses, the barbarian had just raised his axe, and before he had time to shake his wrist, a cold light flashed, and his vision began to spin and dance. At the last moment, what Ursals saw was his headless corpse and falling to the ground. hand axe.

Her arms have been drooping.

Turns out, it's always been an illusion.

Until the moment of his death, he did not dare to point the axe that he had lost all his life at the Demacian who was charging at him.

He didn't raise his axe at all.

He was frightened.

"So, I'm the coward, right..."

Consciousness plunged into darkness.

"kill him!!"

Swak, who had a river-shaped battle pattern on his face, reacted first and roared at the knight who dared to provoke him.

On the way of the charge, Sventel bent down to avoid the flying stone zipline, like a miracle, he used his long sword to smash the whistling axe, and his nerves were extremely tense. The Ranger once again decapitated a head with a long sword, and was hit in the chest by a flying axe flying from the front right. He fell off his horse with a thud, rolled around a few times, and was half-kneeling with his long sword in front of him. , lost breath.

After the master fell, the horse did not run away, but accelerated again and rushed towards a barbarian warrior, but unfortunately was hit by the spinning stone flying rope in the front leg and fell to the ground, and then the barbarian cut his throat with a long sword.

With a neigh unwillingly, the warhorse slowly closed his eyes, staring at the direction where his new master fell.

The barbarian warrior who saw the raging horse die in an angry neigh and successfully killed the Demacian knight with a flying axe did not feel any joy. Instead, he felt chills all over his body.

Perhaps everything in front of him was too shocking, and the barbarian robbers present were at a loss for a while.

These southerners don't seem to be as cowardly as they think.

"Demacia! The Ranger Soldier of the First Legion, Polis, is here!! Follow the Sventel Knight!"

"Demacia! The First Legion Ranger Warrior Norquist is here!! Follow the Sventel Knight!"

"Demacia! The First Legion Ranger Warrior Mosalqi is here!! Follow the Sventel Knight!"

"Demacia! The Ranger Warrior Kalamis of the First Legion is here!! Follow the Sventel Knight!"

After Sventel fell, four more rangers who did not leave completely returned to the battlefield and roared in the face of the hordes of Freljord robbers.

"Demacian Rangers!! Charge!!!"

"Charge!!"

"Kill it!!"

Facing the ready robbers, the charge of the light cavalry was too pale, and the knights were hit by the spinning throwing weapons in the middle of the journey, and fell under their horses one after another. beheaded.

Many villagers witnessed what was in front of them. In pain, they put their right arm between their teeth, clenched their teeth, and forcibly suppressed their sorrowful cries, letting the tears flow down their cheeks, but did not dare to make a sound. .

There are always people who need to pass on the heroic deeds, even if they pay their own dignity.

Feeling a huge humiliation, Swak took two steps forward and chopped off the head of the dead knight with one sword.

"Kill them! We are the winners!! Kill everyone!!"