League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The sky changed abruptly, and the sky that had been sunny just now was now covered with black clouds.

On the Shurima Continent, halfway up the mountain of Targon, a **** woman with a somewhat unique appearance looked up at the sky in a daze. The woman in cotton-padded clothes raised the Star and Moon Staff, and her golden eyes seemed to pass through layers of obstacles. , saw the immortal holy city above the star world.

The woman has tender and smooth light purple skin, long ears like elf, a lovely horn on her forehead, and gentle eyes. She has been watching on the Mount Titan for more than ten years, and she has been saved by persuading climbers to go down the mountain. Soraka of a thousand lives.

"There is a vision in the sky, why is justice angry?"

Just as Soraka said a word, several terrifying lightning bolts fell from the sky of Targon, and the sound of thunder echoed in his ears, causing the Rakkor people living under Targon to bow down and worship. Praise the **** of the astral world loudly.

The woman talked, and humans had no idea how dangerous the gods they worshiped were.

Looking back at the sky, Soraka's face was full of worry.

After hesitating for a while, he was really uneasy. Soraka, who was worried that the Protoss of Justice would be ruined, still decided to use magic to predict the reason for the anger of the Protoss of Justice.

The woman sat cross-legged on the spot, her hands clasped the crescent staff and stood in front of her. The power of the Star God flashed green light and descended from the sky, following the staff to the woman, forming an illusory light curtain.

The divine power scorched the woman's mortal body like hellfire. Soraka's hands and forearms gave off the smell of scorched lakes, and soon her arm bones like white jade were exposed. The pain that stabbed the bone marrow and the soul, and finally saw the figure of a man in the light curtain.

It seemed that he was flying in the air, and the calm-faced man was embracing a woman who had lost her breath. With just a glance, Soraka could see that the man was suppressing tyranny like a bloodthirsty and crazy beast, and remembered that the man was handsome. After reaching the unforgettable face, Soraka put his eyes on the woman and stayed on the woman's broken chest.

"It's because of you that justice is angry. You are the incarnation chosen by justice... huh... some... can't hold it anymore..."

The last thing that flashed across the light curtain was a stunning city, which then dissipated into the air like a bubble.

Before her arms were completely burned into a skeleton, Soraka stopped the divine spell of prophecy. Even though she was used to being in a state of pain, the woman at this moment was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe and almost fainted.

If the pain suffered by treating human beings is 1, then the pain suffered by performing the divine art of prophecy is 20. The price is not too big, but she does not regret it.

It finally rained heavily in the sky. The heavy rain curtain seemed to crush people's backs, crackling and hurting the body. The strong wind blew the tents and bonfires that were leaking.

Soraka, who had just endured the pain to heal herself, could only give up the idea of ​​packing her bags, stood up from the ground with difficulty, and looked back at her warm little home for the last time. Soraka turned around and picked up her new home. Moon Staff, staggering down the mountain.

As if by fate, a young Rakkor was walking uphill with a wooden spear.

"You are... that legendary long-horned demon?"

Looking at the figure approaching him in the rain, the startled Raquol boy took a step back in horror, and then tightly held the wooden spear in his hand and aimed it at the stranger. The boy stubbornly stood there and used Hostile eyes stared at Soraka and refused to run away.

"Go back, child... the glorious land you seek... has become a Jedi at this moment... God is angry... like this rain and thunder... this night... no one can sleep... cough cough... "

Soraka, who had just suffered a heavy blow and was extremely weak, still stopped and spoke to the boy in an intermittent tone.

"In addition to the endless... road, you have many options..."

"Shut up, big monster! Don't try to trick me into becoming a warrior of the tribe! You confounding demon! It's too late, but it's just when I'm going to accept the trial, which means that the rain and thunder are just me setting foot on. The trial of the road of glory! This is the will of the gods, as long as I pass the trial, I can become the strongest! And you, you are just a delusional obstacle that blocks me! Get out of the way!!!"

Pushing down the one-horned demon standing in front of him, the Rakoer boy was full of excitement as if he had truly defeated the demon. He looked back at the demon who fell in the mud and couldn't stand up, and the boy laughed loudly.

"Don't try to stop me! Ugly evil! Demon!"

Raising her head, Soraka could only watch an ignorant soul sadly become a sacrifice for the gods to vent their anger, she raised her hand in the direction the boy left, but after all, she trembled after hearing the 'devil' After a while, he slowly shrank back, covering his aching heart.

Some injuries are more painful than physical pain.

"sorry……"

What makes people sigh is that the gentle kindness was blown away by the violent storm in an instant, and there seemed to be only cold and gray left between the heaven and the earth.

"The gods are watching me, the gods are watching my path to glory, no one in the family has ever had such a trial vision, this is the grace of the gods, the grace of God... No one can No one can stop me from moving forward. After I go back, everyone has to look at me high, because I am the son of the gods, the son of the stars, and I will become the greatest Rakkor! More than the Sun Sect And those monks of the Moon Sect!"

"No one can call me a coward anymore! No one!"

I don't know how long I have walked~www.readwn.com~ The big rain hit his face, his cheeks were swollen, and the purple-blue teenager leaned forward with a wooden spear and covered his crotch, and walked over a After turning the corner, the wind and rain suddenly disappeared, and a pale narrow road that was only one meter narrow appeared in front of me. Not far from the narrow road was the frozen snow peaks. The ice was everywhere, and the storm turned into a few dozen meters away in the blink of an eye. snowstorm.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the Raquel boy showed a proud smile.

"Even though I have only climbed half of the way, I just arrived at the last section of the snowy road, haha, my father said long ago that the Rakor warriors chosen by God only need to put in a very small effort to be able to be in the sight of the gods. Climbing down to the top of the mountain to obtain the grace of divine power, there is no doubt that I am the warrior chosen by the gods after defeating the devil and hardships!"

The journey is getting shorter and shorter, and the scenery of Mohu is getting closer and closer. After walking through the next corner of the road of wind and snow, a low **** appears in front of you. , he seemed to see the city of heaven made of gold and silver.

Everything is as expected, the gods have long been waiting for him here, ready to put on the crown of warriors for himself.

Running forward a few steps, the young man dropped the wooden spear and prostrated on the ground.

"The great Lord of the Giant God Peak, the almighty God, I have passed your test, I beg you to..."

"Crackling!!!"

Beneath the Giant God's Peak, Soraka looked back at the purple lightning flashes on the top of the mountain, sighed softly, and disappeared into the rain curtain.

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