League of Legends Millennium Warlord

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After confirming that the injury on Lester's calf was indeed improving at a speed visible to the naked eye, Soraka completely gave up the idea of ​​treating the man.

Before it got dark, Soraka witnessed the crippled man build a fire in the cave, skewer the cleaned and processed venison with dry wood sticks, go out in the wind and snow to find dry wood to Barbecuing venison, the man did it all by himself. He lowered his head and compared it secretly. Soraka found that the man's ability to survive in the wild was actually much stronger than his own.

Handing the grilled kebab to Soraka, who was holding his legs and bowing his head, Lester patted the fur rucksack that was left on the ground, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"These beasts have eaten a lot of people. Judging from the remains, there are at least five. I searched the cave just now and found a lot of useful things. Maybe we can use it on the road... Let's eat it, It tastes good when it’s hot, but it’s not good when it’s cold.”

Soraka raised her head and tried to hold the wooden branch with her clumsy hands. After two attempts, she failed, and the man directly handed the piece of meat on the wooden branch to his mouth.

The woman looked at the man, but the man smiled slightly.

"Isn't the companion just trying to help each other? How about trying it? The heat should be okay."

Opening his mouth to bite the venison piece at the outermost end of the stick, Soraka struggled to get used to the strange feeling he had never had before.

She didn't seem to hate the feeling of being cared for.

"Poor little deer, it is still dedicating to other life after death. If possible, I really hope that the little deer can live happily... Really fragrant, Lester, you seem to have done this kind of thing many times, Even I can't make it as good as you, like grilling meat so good."

"The more you experience a difficult situation, you will naturally understand how to face it. It's just practice makes perfect."

While Soraka was chewing on the large piece of meat, Lester also took a bite. The fat of the venison was perfectly roasted by the flame, and it had enough fragrance without any seasoning.

Lester is quite satisfied with the craftsmanship this time.

"Is this related to another part of your life? If my question embarrassed you, I'll apologize."

"It seems that your star spirit companion understands my origin and also told you these things. Since this is the case, there is no need to hide it, but I hope you can keep my secrets and don't tell others. After all, You also know that my protoss friends and I are hostile, by the way, can you sense your protoss partners now? I mean, am I being watched by them?"

"No, in fact, they all have their own things to do, and they rarely stare at a mortal for a long time..."

"That's good."

Seeing Soraka shaking his head solemnly, Lester explained what happened in his last life.

In today's predicament with almost nothing, only Soraka can help Lester relieve his repressed emotions and find a sense of identity with Runeterra.

"Before I came to this world, I was a professional killer and was employed by an organization. It was a world completely different from Runeterra, without any magic and gods, but with powerful technological power. Relying on the laws of physics, human beings You can travel above the sky, explore in the deep sea, and let the earth turn into a barren land in an explosion...

When I was young, I lived in the base of the organization. The organization taught me to survive, teach me various skills, and taught me **** efficiently and covertly. My instructor said that I inherited the masculinity of my Chinese father. The tenderness of a Russian mother, and my first assignment was done in a city built on ice and snow, called 'Russia' by other countries..."

In addition to the game League of Legends, Lester tells many stories of past lives. Men patiently explain terms that women don't understand, while women are addicted to the other world described by men, horrified. everything in the world.

Before I knew it, the night was getting dark, and only the fire was still lit with no longer bright fire, and it made a 'crackling' sound from time to time.

Soraka, who was accustomed to falling asleep at night, had already fallen asleep tiredly. The woman's head rested on Lester's shoulder, her face was serene, as if she had forgotten that she was on the dangerous Freljord Icefield.

"If you can always rely on others to enjoy comfort and happiness, who wants to stand in the majestic wind and rain and move forward alone? Although you are a star spirit, you have the most pure and clean heart, and you protect others. , who can protect you forever..."

The man who remained motionless carefully took out a rusted Demacian longsword found in the cave from the package. The man held the hilt and looked at the entrance of the cave not far away, as if there was danger at any time.

"At least let me do something for you before you leave."

In the man's watch, the night passed and the snow disappeared. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

It was just dawn, and Soraka opened her hazy eyes, but what she saw was Lester, who was grilling. The woman got up from the blanket on the ground. She found no trace of the man sleeping.

Lester smiled embarrassedly.

"No way, I can't find other food for the time being, so I can only make do with roasted venison again."

"You're amazing to be able to get food in this situation, and as good as you do it, you won't get tired of eating it a few times."

Soraka returned with a gentle smile and saw the man hand over the meat skewer, and the woman was about to catch it with the healed hand, but for some unknown reason, after trying twice, the healed hand still couldn't hold the meat on the skewer stably. Blocks of wooden branches.

Sure enough, the next second, the piece of meat was fed to his mouth by the man.

Soraka opened her mouth and bit it lightly, but Lester began to babble.

"My leg injury is healed, but your hand is not yet healed, which means that your recovery ability is not as good as mine, so in the future, you must be obedient and obedient. The magic is our last choice, understand? The most powerful people are the last shots, just leave the little ones to me."

"Well, it's delicious."

The woman with puffed cheeks like a hamster tried her best to express her love for roasted venison.

"As long as you like it."

Lester sighed, wondering if Soraka had listened.

After breakfast, Lester slung the polished Demacian sword on his waist, picked up Soraka's crescent staff, and carried his luggage.

The two walked side by side and embarked on a new journey again. On the snow, the two rows of footprints were close together and stretched to the far side of the horizon.