League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The Duchy of Valoran, the territory of the Lai Onner family, in a mansion in the western main city of Glenlot.

Gently putting down the hardcover version of Valoran's Glory that recorded the century-old history of Valoran Kingdom, the man stood up and pushed open the glass door.

Standing outside the open-air balcony surrounded by the curved marble fence, Waorat, wearing a light green cloak, squinted and looked into the distance.

The twelve-meter-high city wall is full of knife marks and arrow holes of the years. The battlements have been repaired for a hundred years, but it is difficult to restore the former angularity. Instead, some flashy things have been added.

The smell of decay has haunted this magnificent city for five hundred years. Since the kingdom was torn apart by the warlord tyrant of the north, the nobles of the Valoran kingdom have never sat at the same table to do the same thing. The kingdom has become a principality, and the nobles can no longer be closely linked by words and ideas alone.

Different from the emerging city of Mosleyan in the east, Grand Lott is like an old coward who is entering his twilight years and is greedy for life and fear of death, but is dressed in silk and satin, wearing gold and silver, all day long and arrogantly remembering his past He is brilliant, but he always bows to the outside robbers, and trades the most precious things in his family for false peace, but he doesn't know that he is only meat on a eucalyptus board, and when the butcher is free, the butcher's knife will fall on him.

Just like the murderous butcher 500 years ago, the neighbors in the northeast direction of the Principality are also a group of brutal villains keen to destroy...

There is no doubt that the Laonner family's kneecaps have rotted away along with their heads.

The rotten things have to be ruthlessly gouged out.

"Winter Winter"

After receiving a response, the door was pushed open, and Waorat turned his head back for a moment, the chilling color in his eyebrows disappeared, and there were a few more gentle lines on his face, restoring his gentle and elegant temperament.

The significance of knocking on the door is not only to create distance, but also to hide all worries and prepare the most perfect and reliable face for the person you love.

"Laina, didn't you go to have afternoon tea with Sylvia and the others today?"

As for her father's question, the beautiful girl who was isolated by other peers shook her head and did not say the real reason why her father was worried.

"I felt a little uncomfortable, so I declined the invitation of Sylvia and the others... Father, is everything going well this time?"

The man paused and said in a relaxed tone.

"My daughter, you know, we need more than a little patience to get a bunch of stubborn, old-fashioned roe deer at the conference table."

"Pfft~ Father, in your eyes, are the distinguished Duke Anthony and the others just stupid roe deer?"

Seeing that her daughter, who was not very happy because she was isolated by other noble girls, laughed, Waorat was a little proud in her heart, but her face became more solemn.

"No, they may be even more stupid than roe deer. After all, stupid roe deer know how to move their mouths to eat. When I put something in Duke Anthony's mouth, he didn't even know how to chew it, probably because all his teeth were lost."

"Hahaha~ Comparing Duke Anthony with the roe deer is too rude to the roe deer."

"No, no, my daughter, you're wrong. I'm actually insulting Roe deer. I think I should apologize to Mr. Roe deer."

The father and daughter who slandered the great nobles laughed happily at the same time.

Listening to the warm conversations in the room, Sarcomer, who hid in the closet and shrunk down his breath, silently clenched the magic steel dagger in his hand, his nose was filled with the smell of a girl, and all kinds of clothes hung on the hanger. With the holey underwear exposed, Sacco couldn't help but feel a little irritable. He only felt that his body was starting to heat up, but it was not ordinary sweating.

Perhaps he had never experienced what was in the smile. Sacco didn't understand what Ji Mo was in his heart, but he knew that if it wasn't for an order, he didn't want to kill the man named Waoret.

However, this is the task that the master has given him.

Even if he is unwilling, he must do it according to the master's standard at all costs.

In this mission, you must show the necessary deterrent power. This is the only thing you need to pay attention to. This is related to the owner's satisfaction with yourself.

In addition, whether his actions will make a girl who lost her father suffer is not something he can consider.

He didn't have the qualification to cherish gentleness for a long time, and now he just wants to live, and just wants to see that woman again.

It's getting late.

Laina came to the study with hot black tea and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Her father's reliable and reassuring voice came from the door, and Laina's red lips unconsciously became a little more playful. She lowered her head to confirm the dress she had specially chosen for her father tonight, and the girl gently opened the door. , walked in on tiptoe.

The door was closed, and the bolt was pulled with a slender hand, briefly turning the room into a private tryst place.

The girl came to the desk. On the desk was a map that her father cherished the most. The names of various fortresses and fortresses were marked on the map, including the military deployment of the Leonor family and Noxus discovered by the family spies. , The girl knew that, unlike the cowardly Leonor family, the family led by her father had been preparing for a war with Noxus.

"The tea you brewed is very similar to what your mother brewed. It's just an ordinary action, but it always brews a kind of sweetness that I like the most."

The man's eyes swept across the girl's delicate body, and stayed for a few seconds at a looming part. Before his breathing began to become confused, the man looked away and put his eyes on the map again.

It was a country of barbarians called 'Noxus', relying on the madness and the legacy of tyrants to stand in the fortresses fortified by the souls of robbers, eyeing the surrounding countries.

Fighting a war is like drinking tea. You can never be anxious. Urgency is a blasphemy and waste of victory and love.

"Father, is this why you love me like my mother? My tea is as sweet as my mother's?"

But the girl knew that her father's restraint would not be suppressed for too long. After seeing her father taking a sip of tea, she hugged the man's majestic back from behind.

Reaching her left hand into the nightgown, she pressed her palm against her father's heart and gently stroked it. Laina could clearly sense the man's strong and powerful heartbeat.

It is the master of the heartbeat that combines with the mother to give birth to herself, and she is the woman who inherited the mother's responsibilities after her mother left the world~www.readwn.com~ During the day, she is a dignified daughter, only at night , she will become her own mother-like existence.

In the union, she can imagine the joy of belonging to her mother and feel the attachment of her father. Although this joy is indecent, but...

As a veritable nobleman, who cares about this?

"Yes, you are as sweet as her..."

"Dad, I'm your... daughter, you are so... rude~savage~"

"Laina, if you can't give everything to love someone, then this love is meaningless."

Turning the **** of the oil lamp, the flames without sufficient oxygen supply kept coughing and swaying like an old man who was about to suffocate.

On the big bed, there were bursts of primitive heavy breath, tearing apart the human disguised benevolence, righteousness and morality.

Under the big bed, a pair of eyes stared blankly at the warm fire on the desk, watching the oil lamp swallow his last breath.

The affection and warmth that I longed for the most dissipated completely, and the darkness that flooded in like a tide was full of evil desires.

"Giving everything to love...?"

Sacco, holding the dagger, understood that he already had a choice about how to deal with the two.