League of Legends Millennium Warlord

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"Brother, the smell of gunpowder should not be so heavy. Brother, I have no other intentions. I just want to pull you into a gang. There are too few people who can cross the desert alone like you. Isn't my brother a love for talent? I'm in a hurry now, if I have offended you, please forgive me... I just put the knife down, didn't I say don't say anything?"

Rubbing his hands, the bald man motioned for his subordinates to put down the weapons, and said to Lester with smiling faces.

"My name is Bristol Bloody Hand, I'm the boss of the Bloody Hand Gang. The hundreds of miles of land around here are the territory of our Bloody Hand Gang, brother, no matter how powerful you are, you can't fight against so many people. Yes, listen to my brother's advice, join the team, this desert is too big, you can't control it,

If your strength can conquer these stinky boys, you are the second child of the Blood Hand Gang! "

"Brother! It's agreed that I am the second child of the Bloody Hand Gang..."

"Shut up so meow! You two withered hair, there is no place for you to speak here! Cough, how about you, brother, but I have never invited anyone else, you are the only one."

"How does human flesh taste?"

Hearing Lester's question, Bristol was stunned, and forced a smile on his face.

"Haha, what you said, why are we the kind of savage that cannibalize people, that's what my brother called you just now..."

"Oh, if I haven't eaten, I'll join the team, but my old buddy has followed me all the way, go! Go and play by yourself."

A slap slapped on the **** of the old Babe, the old Babe was stunned for a moment, and then ran out of the crowd with his legs.

Unsure of what their boss meant, the sand bandits could only watch helplessly as Scarash ran away, the crossbow lost sight of it for a long time and then put it down, not knowing whether to pursue it or not.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Bristol Bloody smiled.

"Ahaha, it's easy to talk... Dick, give your sand beast to this brother, you sit with me, let's go back and talk about it."

"Humph!"

The disgruntled Dick didn't dare to be disobedient, and jumped off the back of the sand beast. The single-braided young man glared at Lester and was about to move the sand beast away. Just as he turned his back, the long spear came out directly.

Dick stared at the tip of the gun protruding from his chest, and the man's words were in his ears.

"No matter who you are, the second child of the Bloody Hand Gang can only be me. If you dare to grab the second child's position with me, I can only ask you to die."

Dick fell into the sand, and the smell of blood made the sand beast a little irritable.

The sudden change made everyone stunned in place. They were all about to pick up weapons and attack, but the man's words forced the sand bandits to stop and look at their boss at the same time.

Accepting the fact that his brother died with difficulty, Brist stared at Lester with bloodshot eyes: "You...you actually killed my brother...how dare you?"

"This guy will definitely stumble me when he is alive, so it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible."

Lester, who was talking, leaned towards Bristol again.

"Looking at this situation, are you going to trip me up too?"

"Why the **** are you still standing there!? Ah? Kill this **** for me!

! "

The roaring man pulled out his machete and stabbed Lester, but Lester had already sent the tip of the spear into Bristol's heart.

Bringing out a bunch of blood flowers, Brister's body fell to the ground, and Lester snorted.

"Okay, both the boss and the second child are dead. It's up to you to decide whether to die here or become the new boss and second child."

The remaining eleven sand gangsters just raised their weapons to attack, and turned to look at each other. The buttocks that used to be twisted wildly are now as solid as the sun disc of Shurima. Who is attached to the back of the sand beast? Don't even move.

"Enough... let's go!"

I don't know who roared, and the aggressive Blood Hand Gang left.

Searched the corpse for the eldest and second child of the Bloody Hand Gang, Lester kept the weapons that were still usable and a small bag of gems and gold coins, and closed the eyes of the brothers Bristol and Dick, Sandstorm and the Beast would help. He finished the work of collecting the corpse.

"Look, in fact it doesn't matter who is the boss and the second, they just want to find an excuse to mix in the crowd and wield knives to enjoy the killing, and...you thirteen people want to bring me into the team. It's a bit contemptuous, look for more next time. Some people."

Just as he was about to ride on the shivering sand beast, a familiar nasal sound came from afar, Lester turned his head, and the old Babe ran back happily.

Lester, who had a mount again, let go of the bridle for the sand beast, allowing the two sand beasts to flee quickly, and Lester mounted the bright old Babe again.

"Come on old man, thank you for not abandoning me."

"Horrrrrrrrrr~"

Tilting her head to the man's hand, old Babe straightened her neck again and snorted proudly.

…

When winter came, Lester successfully arrived at the ancient capital of Shurima [Nerima Jie].

This is a desert city built on ruins. It has the unique architectural style of the desert nation. The entire city is protected by the towering city walls that have been damaged. The fractures are simply repaired with simple wooden frames and clay blocks. with a riprap machine,

There is an oasis in the city as the core area, inhabited by some of the most powerful people. The walls and streets are patrolled by soldiers with spears and armor. At present, this ancient city belongs to the great warlord Sesidis of Shurima. .

After paying an entry fee, Leicester entered Nerima Jie.

Feel the exotic atmosphere of the ancient city of Shurima, and take the old Babe's Lester to walk on the ancient stone road.

This place is far more magnificent and shocking than the praises of the Shurima Empire in the poetry collection, but no matter how great the country and city are, they cannot withstand the baptism of time and sandstorms. Long gone, buried in the yellow sand with the sun disc, it has become an ancient myth and legend passed down from generation to generation.

The most proud symbol of Shurima, the Ascended Legion, has become a glamorous prostitute. For a big power, absolute force and seductive beauty can only ever be popular at the same time, because powerful warriors do not. Will let the women of their own country sell their bodies.

After settling down the old Babe, the man pushed open the rotten wooden door of the inn, and immediately two middle-aged women with cool clothes and brown wheat skin leaned over.

"Guest~ Do you need a guide? Our sisters are very good at crafting~ We can take a bath together~"

"No, thank you two, I think you should take a shower before talking to me."

Taking a step back to avoid the woman who smelled sour and heather, Leicester refused directly, leaving no room for anything.

There was a look of disappointment on their faces, and the two sisters had no intention of entanglement, so they could only twist their waists and continue to look for other guests.

"What do you have here?"

"Abbick's cheese and Meng milk, Scarash salted barbecue and sand animal meat, what do the guests want?"

Lester licked his lips, recalling the loyal and dependable old Babe.

"Two kilograms of salted barbecued Scarash meat and a piece of Mengmao milk, do you accept sand tiger teeth and sand tiger skins here?"

"For the guests, please rest assured, we will convert the value according to the market price of the city. Of course, if you can't pay the guests, you have to leave something, such as your fingers or something, in addition to that. , you still have to go to work to pay back the money, I think your **** will be very valuable."

"Come on, I can afford it, and I don't need to sell my **** yet."

"Okay~ I'll be fine soon, you can go over there and sit."

Sitting on an empty table, Lester put his luggage at his feet, returned some peeping glances coldly, leaned the pitch-black cold iron spear beside the table, and took out from the luggage. The sand tiger's teeth and worm carapace bound by animal tendons finally stopped the eager eyes from thinking.

At this moment, abusive voices came from the second floor, and then a thin and ugly girl rolled down the stairs, causing the cheerful atmosphere in the station to stagnate.

A middle-aged businessman walked down the stairs, wearing a jeweled gold ring with four gems on his hand. The man kicked the dying girl's chest with an unfortunate face, and shouted to the sword guard.

"Throw me this ugly piece of trash! Don't let me see her again!"