League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Nalle sat blankly in front of the food stall, stuffing steamed buns in his mouth amid the coming and going crowd. He was hesitating whether to bring a few for Ogman the cat boy.

Presidian upholds the best virtues of the Land of Newborn, which is reflected in the bun shop, where two Shurima copper coins can buy a big meat bun.

For every shop owner, what they want is not to earn more gold and silver in their pockets, but to gain the value of peace and harmony in interpersonal communication. For them, let more people eat The big buns you make yourself are the things that are more worthy of your own happiness.

Seriously speaking, the standard of living in Ionia is still very high, and few people worry about food and clothing.

"Excuse me……"

"Forehead."

A low and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, which made Naler, who was in a daze, startled. The one-eyed middle-aged man stood up and turned around, and a desolate figure came into view.

The gray cloth robe covered with dust, the unkempt face, the unshaven face, the shawls scattered like wild weeds, plus the clogs on the feet and the curved scabbard around the waist, there is no doubt , The homeless man in front of him is a swordsman.

Even though he was a swordsman, he was only a well-maintained sword that was worth a little bit of money. Judging from his clothing style, he was probably a northerner.

"Excuse me……"

Seeing a dazed face under the loose hair, Naler seemed to see himself in the momentary eye contact, the one-eyed man sat down again, and handed the last two untouched buns to the plate. A downtrodden like himself.

Taking the plate subconsciously, the fallen swordsman stared blankly at the two meat buns on the plate, opened his mouth, and was a little overwhelmed.

After all, he didn't come to beg, he just wanted to ask for directions.

"Let's sit down and eat something first, sometimes you will be very tired if you walk too fast."

Recalling the days he spent with a Noxian named Liszt, Nalle shared his life experience and poured a cup of ready-made flower tea for the swordsman.

Liszt has Liszt's way of enjoying, he has his, but he doesn't mind learning it.

Sitting silently on the three-legged stool on the other side, the fallen swordsman hesitated for a while, but he took off the long sword that he hadn't taken off for months, and leaned carefully against the table.

"Looking at your appearance, you are here to participate in the Spirit Blossom Festival."

The two put the fragrant meat buns into their mouths, and the swordsman found that he clearly felt that he was not hungry, but his mouth could not stop after eating the food.

"Slow down, eat slowly, no one will rob you."

After drinking half a cup of scented tea in one gulp, the swordsman emptied his mouth, took out five copper coins from his pocket and put them on the table, and pushed them towards Nalle.

"Thank you, but I will pay Baozi money, sorry, I don't like to owe others..."

"But you want to ask me a question, don't you?"

Pushing the copper coin back again, Nalle smiled friendly.

"I just can't eat this bun. If you help me solve the trouble, just treat it as my reward for answering the question."

Glancing at the one-eyed man in front of him, the fallen swordsman suddenly felt that he should put away the money. He was not giving alms, and he was not begging either.

Only you can understand this feeling of peace and warmth.

So he collected the money again.

Naylor smiled.

"My name is Nalle, I'm a boatman in Bona Village, how about you?"

He ate the second steamed bun quickly in small sips, and the swordsman drank the remaining half cup of scented tea before speaking.

"My name is Doron, and I'm from the South."

Nalle sighed, he still guessed wrong.

It's just that there are many places in the south, Weili, the Rethyman Mountains, and Stukaya are all in the south... Obviously, the swordsman named Doron in front of him is reluctant to talk about his own affairs.

The other party didn't want to say more, so Nalle naturally wouldn't ask more.

"Doron, do you want to ask me something?"

"Festival of Blossoms."

Just as he was about to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, he felt a little sloppy, and Doron put down his right hand again, his expression a little embarrassed.

"I'm here for Presidian's Spirit Blossom Festival, shouldn't I be delayed?"

Shaking his head, Nale took a sip of the scented tea in the cup: "No, Karma said that tomorrow is the day when the spirit blossoms bloom."

"That's good."

With a sigh of relief, Doron grabbed his sword and reattached it to the gray belt.

"Are you going now?"

Facing Nalle's question, Doron was stunned for a while, then shook his head.

"The spirit flower will bloom tomorrow. It's still early today. I'm not in a hurry. I'm just not used to letting the sword leave my body for too long."

"There are very few unique swordsmen like you, but I can see that your swordsmanship should be superb."

Looking down at his refugee-like robe, Duolong knew that the man in front of him was showing mercy.

Since he made a monstrous mistake, he has never sorted out his appearance. In the days after the master left, he only had a sword.

only the sword...

Before he had time to say anything, his kind face was cut off by his icy sharp blade. The talent and talent he was proud of became the deadliest poison, tearing his heart apart and taking away everything he had.

The scene of falling into an ice cave filled the eyes of the swordsman with remorse and tyranny.

The swordsman put his hand on the hilt.

"Doron..."

"Doron, it seems that you have your own difficulties."

Nalle's voice appeared in his ears, and the swordsman was stunned for a moment, fixed his gaze on the one-eyed man in front of him, and released the hilt of the sword.

Freed from the terrifying hallucination, Doron shivered and started to add half a cup of scented tea for himself. The reason for adding half was because the other half was spilled on the table, which made Naler feel a little pity.

"Sorry, I...I thought of something bad."

"Everyone who participates in the Spirit Blossom Festival, most of them have their own regrets. You are like this, and so do I."

Duolong was silent, just lowered his head and drank the herbal tea.

"No matter what we have experienced, we can't escape. There are some things that must be done, and escape can't solve any difficulties."

"Something...sorry, it's really hard to explain...thank you for your hospitality."

Standing up, Doron hugged Nalle and left.

Doron just glanced at a young Vastaya boy with gray cat ears who had practiced some body techniques and didn't pay any more attention.

Such a person, he can kill with a knife...

Before he saw that person, he had to clean up himself, at least, he couldn't be so decadent in front of that person.

Whether it's for him or for myself, there should be an explanation...

Ogman came to the food stall, sat on the table, and found that Nalle was staring blankly at the empty cup on the table.

"What's the matter? Uncle Naler, did anyone have dinner with you just now?"

Returning to his senses, Nalle nodded and sighed in a low voice.

My own heart has not been solved yet, what qualifications do I have to help others?

"Ogman, what did Your Excellency Liszt say?"

"Two meat buns~"

"Immediately~"

After ordering the meal, Ogman responded.

"It is said that we will meet at the entrance of the Magic Garden tomorrow morning, and then go to the Spirit Blossom Tree together. Is there any problem?"

Shaking his head, Nalle put down that strange and lonely swordsman, and had some expectations for tomorrow.

"No problem, just a feeling of pity for each other."

...

"It was my fault."

"You're fine."

Another voice appeared in his ears again, and Doron didn't understand whether the voice came from his own consciousness, or if some demon was tempting him.

"I, is there any problem?"

"No, you have a problem, your problem is that you think you're fine, but you're fine, so you shouldn't have a problem."

"I do not understand……"

"You should understand, just like you should know that your master's death has nothing to do with you. It's because he was too weak, because he was too arrogant and underestimated your ability..."

"No...it's not like that...who are you?"

"I am you, look at your most real face now."

Bowing his head, an evil face with dark red horns appeared in the tub,

Looking at the illusion that appeared again in front of him, Duolong slammed down with a punch, smashing the wooden basin, and the clear water sprinkled the ground.

In the stagnant water on the ground, Doron suddenly found that he had changed back to his original appearance, as if he had just had a hallucination.

"I'm still too tired."

The swordsman got into bed and decided to spend the rest of his time resting.

"Someone was smashing things and sprinkled water."

Xiyue left the wooden wall and calmly gave her own judgment.

"He should be asleep by now."

Sitting on the stool, Lester looked at the blazing sun outside the window. At noon, it was reasonable to rest.

"You're not leaving this afternoon, are you?"

"Well, it's settled."

Confirming that the irritable neighbor next door would not pose a threat to him, Xiyue put down the flying scythe, sat across the table, and let her man pour her a cup of tea.

The female warrior took a sip, put down the pottery teacup, and propped up her smooth chin with her overlapping elbows, looking a little lazy.

She has been tossed a lot recently.

"Well, Karma's side has been confirmed. In order to deal with this turmoil, there are not many warriors guarding the magic garden. Even Shuoji Temple has sent several older warrior monks. For the Residian Militia Corps, there should be no major problem with Presidian's safety. After all, the spirits and ghasts that appeared on the last Spirit Blossom Festival were also healed by the masters. Following Karma's call, many people chose to deal with the Blistering Disaster again."

Picking up Xiyue's teacup and taking a sip, Lester said softly under the funny look on the female warrior's face.

"What role do you play in it?"

"I participate in Presidian's **** activities on behalf of the Hidden Mist, which will naturally give my sect a prestige. After all, the task given to me by the master is for me to promote the Hidden Hidden Hidden Cloud and pass on the Hidden Hidden Hidden Hidden Hidden Stream. There is nothing better than containment. Wouldn't a great disaster be more convenient?"

"makes sense."

The two facing each other smiled knowingly, took each other's hands, and intertwined their fingers.

"Speaking of which, at Karma's invitation, Master Lingjue also came out this time."

"Master Lingjue? Can you talk about it?"

"You don't know such a famous person. You're not very reliable."

Resting his face in Yuzuki's slender palm, Lester said sullenly.

"I just came to Navoli, how can I recognize everyone?"

"Then you don't even recognize me?"

"If there was only one person I could remember in Ionia, it would be you."

"Humph~ You still have a conscience~"

Like newlyweds, both of them enjoy each other's warmth.

"It is said that Master Lingjue is the sole descendant of an ancient family in Shangzan in the north. He can easily travel between the spiritual realm and the material realm through the method of [Entering Meditation], and can travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye...

He also has an arcane soul blade of unknown origin, inherited from the family. Just a few days after Jax came to Presidian, Lingjue had a fight with Jax. Unfortunately, it was only technically Speaking of which, Lingjue's knife skills are still inferior to Jax's jujube cane. "

"Xiyue, since you lost, you should be called Master Jax. This is respect for the strong."

"I'm not screaming. Who told him to beat me so hard? Why, are you on Jax's side?"

"What's this over there... Who is Jax? I don't know him at all... Oh, remember, it's the guy with a cane, don't worry, if he dares to bully you, I'll beat him to death Punch out the eternal flames he's hiding in the hood! The kind that can't be stuffed back."

"Hey, Liszt, you are so kind to me~"

The charming and naive female warrior was no longer as glamorous and arrogant as usual. She sat down on Lester's lap and hugged the man she identified.

The scent of pear blossoms made Lester intoxicated, and he also saw many excellent women in Rune Land, but it was the first time that a woman with an oriental style like Xiyue was.

"By the way, Liszt, you, your movements and skills are so... skilled, you should have a lot of women, right?"

Caressing Xiyue's ink-like hair, Lester was silent.

Those who have made substantial progress include Rose, the physical incarnation of LeBlanc, two barbarian sisters from the Dalmore Plains, Tully and Keith, Margaret, who was recruited by the Immortal Fortress, and Emerald Collar who moved from the Serene Forest. Sisters Misha and Sheena, as well as Legion Commander's backup candidate Alice and Black Rose Mage Academy's mentor Terena,

In addition to Meredith, who has not yet had a real relationship, and Helena, who is entangled with herself,

Including the non-human silver-winged dragon bird Shia Yinyue and the unknown conceptual (harmonious) demon Evelyn, and the blue bird Ghan Alem, who often closes his eyes and rests on his head,

Let’s add Zipi’s one-headed garlic… cough, this can’t be done, people can’t, at least it shouldn’t…

In the end, if you add Yuzuki and Elena who turned into a rune, there are only fifteen, which doesn't seem to be much.

In order to have a child, it is not a big problem to find more wives, right?

"Not much actually."

When he said this sentence, which was enough to make a thunderbolt, Lester upheld the glorious tradition of not blushing and not beating, so that Yuyuki, who was staring at Lester's expression, relaxed, and seemed to believe Lester's words.

"That's good, can you tell me how many there are?"

"This issue is not important~www.readwn.com~ The important thing is that at this moment, you are by my side."

"how many?"

"Uh, in fact, my identity is a bit special. On Valoran continent, people with status can have many women..."

Xiyue had already sat up straight, took out a short knife similar to a Gurkha machete, and pressed it against the man's neck.

"several?"

"Speak well, it's all a family, don't do it."

Gently took off the dangerous item from the female warrior's hand and put it on the table, Lester looked at the girl who was very firm in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice.

"You really have to get an answer?"

"You know, what I want is your sincerity, and the answer doesn't matter."

The female warrior's stubborn voice made Lester choose to give up. He didn't want to deceive the girl in front of him who gave everything to him.

After thinking about it, he still told the truth.

"Eight, you are the ninth, Xiaojiu sounds so nice, right?"

Then, Xiyue's eyes lost their highlights, and in an instant, Lester vaguely saw the **** of death with a scythe smiling at him.

"Kiyinliu and her husband, let's destroy them. This world is so boring."

"Wait! Xiyue, we just agreed to be sincere!?"

"There must be a limit to sincerity? Eight! Why do you want one by one?"

Sitting up abruptly from the bed, the fallen swordsman Duolong stared irritably at the quarrelling young couple next to the wooden wall, and the whisper in his ear reappeared.

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