League of Legends Millennium Warlord

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Holding a two-meter-three excellent cold-iron spear and wearing only light leather armor, Leist jumped off his horse, turned against the defeated Avarossa warriors to the Behemoth, and healed the wounded at the rear of the army. Ka glanced at the man worriedly, and was quickly attracted by the whining sounds one after another. At this moment, she could only pray silently in her heart that the man would come back safely.

"Peng! Peng!"

There were two more shellings. The Behemoth on the left wing was completely frozen into ice cubes by magical energy, and shattered into blood-red pieces of meat under the action of strong pressure. The Behemoth on the right was destroyed by Ava. Rosa's Iceborn Mage blocked it, leaving only a behemoth in the middle of the army that had lost its owner, destroying all life in a frenzy and killing all the living. The human roared and rushed over.

In a dangerous and dangerous roll, Lester avoided the trampling route of the Behemoth beast and laughed.

"Beast! Do you know that you are as stupid as your master and can only die humbly in powerless anger."

"Roar!"

What responded to the man was a roar full of stench. This time, the Behemoth Behemoth deliberately slowed down, raised its right paw at the man, and slammed it down from top to bottom, trying to turn the man into a lump of flesh.

Another dodging dodged the slap, the angry giant claws hit the ground and left a big handprint, Lester stabbed the back of Chi Chi's palm with a spear, and the sharp cold iron spear pierced a small blood hole. , so that the Behemoth had to retract its right claw and use its left claw to launch a sweeping attack.

The unavoidable Lester lay on the ground. The strong wind that ripped through the air blew in front of him. The attack of the giant beast failed again. The body was a little unstable because of the force. The three useless full-strength attacks finally The giant beast, which was wearing a lump of ice sea urchins, started to tire, staggered a bit, and the giant beast lowered its head and tried to recover its strength by gasping for breath.

Naturally, he would not miss such an opportunity. Lester, who got up, stabbed the beast's jaw with a shot. The soft jaw was penetrated by the spear, and bright red blood sputtered out of the breach, spraying Lester all over his body. .

The right arm twisted and twisted hard, and the black iron gauntlet slapped hard at the rear of the gun,

The Behemoth Behemoth didn't have time to raise his head to avoid it. With the killing intent, the cold iron spear penetrated into the beast's head like a black dragon. The head organs were smashed by the spear head, and the behemoth struggled weakly twice. , fell heavily to the ground,

Until then, for fear of being accidentally injured by the giant beast, only the warriors of the Winter's Claw who followed behind the Behemoth giant beast came to Lester belatedly, looking at the man who had turned into a **** man with cold hands and feet. , and looked at the dead Beamon beast, a little overwhelmed.

In front of hundreds of children of ice, Lester held the blood-stained gun barrel on the chin of the Behemoth beast, and slowly pulled it out inch by inch, making the heartbeat of the child of ice beat along with the **** gun barrel.

The slippery gun barrel exudes steaming heat in the cold, making the man's **** face a little smudged, he tore a piece of cloth from the dead man, and the man with a loose body started to wipe the scarlet cold iron from the end of the gun barrel to the tip of the gun until The tip of the spear no longer dripped a string of blood beads, and threw a sackcloth strip that was enough to hold a place of blood on the dead man's face.

The man's gaze swept across the hundreds of tribal warriors holding weapons, and began to take steps. Every step would leave a deep **** footprint on the ground. The calm voice made the hearts of the Winter's Claw warriors nervous.

"Aren't you self-proclaimed true warriors of the Freljord, children of the ice?"

"What are you afraid of? Throw away all your fears and let us fight like a true warrior,

Either kill me or be killed by me. "

With a flick of the spear tip, the man began to speed up his pace, and actually launched a charge against hundreds of people.

The corpse of the tall Beamon beast lay not far away, and the children of ice were completely suppressed by the man's aura from the time the gun was brushed. The Winter Claw warriors who believed in the supremacy of bravery could not accept the cowardly act of turning around and running away. be forced to fight.

The wolf turned into a sheep, and a hungry tiger threw itself into the flock.

It was just a face-to-face effort. The cold and tough tip of the Cold Iron Spear took the life of a child of ice, and witnessed with his own eyes his powerful companion fell weakly to the ground. Armed with weapons, they want to challenge an invincible enemy, and then die helplessly at the gun.

Except for the violent gasps and roars, there was no sound on the battlefield, only the sound of the spear tip piercing the body and tearing the flesh, and only the sound of the heavy body falling to the ground.

Except for the initial declaration of war, the surrounded man was like a silent black ice, sending a cold coffin to all the challengers.

The fearless children of ice are finally defeated. They can face all powerful enemies, and they can sacrifice their lives for courage and glory, but they can't accept this light-hearted fate. Unwilling to face the invincible black gun again, dying so humble, so worthless, without honor, as ridiculous as the slaughtered wild boar in the village.

Watching the children of ice fled, the man did not pursue them, but sent the black spear into the hearts of the still mourning tribal warriors, helping the children of ice to relieve the pain~www.readwn.com~ The man who took back the long spear turned his body, and behind him was a man. The Avarossa tribe warriors who were about to step forward to support themselves were watched by the men. The warriors who were charging halfway instinctively stopped and lowered their breaths. They bowed their heads to avoid the man's sight with a posture of standing at attention, as if doing so. Make yourself safer.

"The Behemoth Behemoth is dead, and the rest is left to you."

The stagnant and depressing atmosphere continued until the man opened his mouth, and Lester, who was staggering from the tribal warriors, rode back to the main formation. Only then did the warriors of Avarossa start to take a deep breath, and even the mind of chasing became a lot less.

Seeing that there were still a few people posing and chasing forward, the female warrior who finally calmed down her emotions shouted aloud.

"Idiot! Haven't seen that the enemy has already withdrawn? What are you chasing? Do you want to die? Why don't you come back to me quickly!"

The dozen or so gray-skinned warriors withdrew in embarrassment, but none of the people present felt amused, and everyone's heart was heavy, indescribably depressed.

"If you have half the bravery of Lord Lester! You won't be able to find a husband who loves you. What a useless fellow!"

The scolding female warrior swept her gaze behind her, but did not see the man who made her heart beat faster, her face collapsed.

In a higher position, I witnessed with my own eyes Mabel, the war mother Mabel, who had broken through a hundred claws of winter, patted the Juvask wild boar under her crotch. There was no pain of defeat at all. The woman's eyes rubbed the pig's back in a blur. Let the wild boar be a little uncomfortable with the sudden unique smell.

"'Silverback', I think I have found the most valuable wife, our children will rule the Freljord, and I will be the greatest war mother!"