League of Legends Millennium Warlord

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"The ship came and stopped on the shore. I'm pretty sure that a white cloth was attached to the bow of the ship. The waterline is very shallow and there shouldn't be much cargo."

"good, very good."

No longer looking at the spies, the scarred-faced woman turned around and spoke to the hooded man with a respectful face.

"Lord Grace, I will trouble you next. Please rest assured that you will not be less than a reward. This is Mabel's promise."

"Well, lead the way."

The old voice of the Iceborn Warlock reminded Scar Girl the scream of night owls she heard on a moonless night when she was a child. It was sharp and evil.

Legend has it that the Iceborn sorceress in front of her is an undead old monster who lives by sucking the blood of beautiful girls. While promoting and implementing the will of the Frost Queen Lissandra, she often collects some Noxus for her private work. Portrait gold coins, these gold coins with portraits are extremely rare, and this is also an important bargaining chip for this secret transaction.

I don't know if it's true or not, but it's better to stay away.

If you don't dare to deal with witches, it's no problem to handle an old fisherman.

"Old Hodge, go and lead the way for Lord Grace. If something goes wrong, I think you should know the consequences."

The old boatman nodded, bent down deeply and gave the two of them a salute, and then respectfully said to Grace.

"Please come with me, Master Mage."

Walking in front of the Iceborn Warlock, the old Hodge's body became much stiffer, and the trembling old man could only speed up his pace, lest the evil witch take away his soul.

A character that even Scar Girl is afraid of is definitely not a character he can ignore.

The reward for Winter's Claw is good, but you have to have your life to take it.

The two came to the shore one after the other, and the solid boat ropes were tied to the wooden stakes to fix the boat, rippling with the waves.

"Master Mage, they are on the boat."

Old Hodge stooped up again, pointed carefully to the boat on the sea, the iceborn warlock covered with a hood nodded and walked towards the boat, which made old Hodge relieved.

In the cabin, Soraka, who was sleeping next to the man, sensed the hostility. He lifted the blanket and sat up from the man's embrace. The Unicorn rubbed his eyes and touched his crescent staff.

There was no need for Soraka to remind him. When Soraka made a move, Lester had already opened his eyes, sat up quietly and began to wear rudimentary armor. Be strong.

"I'll take a look, be careful."

"Well, you have to be careful."

Nodding to the worried Soraka, Lester walked out of the cabin with a cold iron spear. The boatman had already collapsed on the bow of the boat. An uninvited guest wearing a hood and dressed as a mage was standing there. The bow, looking at himself quietly, his body seemed to be shaking.

Lester frowned, but he clasped the spear in his right hand, preparing to kill the stalker with one blow. He didn't know how many enemies there were, and he couldn't keep any of them.

"Lissandra's person? I didn't expect you to find it."

"Come... ster... yes, are you?"

To Lester's surprise, the female mage did not attack, but took off her hood, revealing a dry and old face.

This is a confused old woman with sunken eye sockets and age spots covered with dry and wrinkled skin, like the peel of an orange that has been exposed to the sun for ten days, no different from the old witch who shares the poisonous apple in the legend.

He didn't let his guard down, and Lester didn't launch an attack. The old man in front of him gave him a familiar feeling, which made him a little unsure of who the visitor was.

Strangely, the other party doesn't seem to be sure of his identity either.

"You seem to know me? Didn't Lissandra order me to arrest me?"

The old woman did not answer Lester's question, but took out a purse from her bosom tremblingly, and poured out a gold coin from the purse,

One side of the gold coin is engraved with the outline of a city, while the other side is a human face outlined with simple lines, depicting the charm of a man with just a few strokes.

There are very few gold coins like this, and the gold coins circulating after the jade collar have been changed to cold magic steel masks.

Comparing the two, the old woman who held the gold coin tightly took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on her withered hands, the old woman took a step back, took a second step back, and put on her hood again. Turn around and run away.

At the moment of turning around, the moon poked its head out of the dark clouds, illuminating this small world, and the back of the little old woman and the back of a cute girl in deep memory overlapped.

That back figure used to be by his side when he was the most lonely and helpless, perhaps with a little hope...

"You know me, right?"

Lester put down his spear, ran and jumped off the boat, and stopped the old woman on the shore, asked in a trembling voice.

"You... you are... Grace, you are Grace, right? Grace, Grace, is that you?"

With a bitter smile, the old woman nodded.

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect you to remember..."

The words stopped abruptly, and the old woman stared blankly at the young man who was hugging her tightly, her expression a little dazed, the purse in her hand fell, and the emerald-collared human-faced gold coins were scattered on the ground and spread out in the moonlight The soft golden light was all her efforts in the past two hundred years, and it was also her expectation for her future.

She once fantasized that when the man was released by the Frost Witch, she would come to her, give herself a warm and free hug, or fondly touch her head, then let herself touch her head, and go to the pub to eat together Goodies.

But the man who entered the Ice Palace never came out, and there was no trace, as if the world had evaporated.

Her little wish was shattered.

She had asked the Frost Witch, but the witch's answer was that the man had given up the power to attract the void and left the Freljord alone, and the next Hall of Nine seemed to confirm the witch's statement. During the period of time, none of the watchers would be lost in the Hall of Nine Lords under the influence of the void, and everyone believed that the factor that caused the void shock had been erased by the witch.

She believed it, and was disappointed. She exchanged her freedom from the Frost Witch with the merit of finding and bringing back St. The Witch agreed to her request and gave her a body of freedom.

After leaving the Frostguard Fortress, she said goodbye to Catherine, and when she learned that Church had left the fortress ahead of schedule, she also dismissed the idea of ​​saying goodbye to Grandpa Church. She went to the Emerald Land to find the fake lord of the Emerald Land, and confirmed that it was not The person she was looking for, she began to wander the Valoran continent, longing to meet again one day. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

one day, two days,

one year, two years,

Ten years, twenty years, fifty years, one hundred years...

The ice bloodline and the ultimate magical power have given her a long life, and this wealth is not endless.

She couldn't find anything but disappointment, she gave up, she returned to the Freljord, to Lissandra, and chose another way to express her grief, using all her savings and wealth to collect seals Gold coins with a man's face, these gold coins entrusted her lifelong thoughts and emotions, but at this moment, the gold coins are scattered all over the place.

She saw the unreachable man again, got the hug of her dreams, but had turned into an ugly old woman with a disgusting look.

She would rather continue to live numbly in this world with nothing, rather than let her ugliness be seen by men.

"let me go."

Grace opened her mouth, and a sharp and hoarse voice came from her ears. She resisted and pushed the man who hugged her, as if resisting herself.

"You let me go, me."

"I'm sorry... Lissandra locked me up, sorry... I didn't get out sooner... Grace, why are you so stupid? Why did you choose me? I don't deserve it..."

The man burst into tears and hugged the old woman tightly, crying like an aggrieved child.

The old woman was stunned, her eyes became cloudy for a while, and finally she raised her stump-like arm and patted the man on the back.

Just like when the man was still bound by the tendon rope, she hugged the man and smiled bitterly.

"Probably because, after meeting you, I can't see anyone else."