League of Legends Millennium Warlord Chapter 414

"Demon, I'm the only one left now... Can I leave?"

Weslai raised his head with a face ashes, and looked at the shadow demon with a ferocious face.

"Of course... No, my master hates betrayers the most. If you could survive, who made you betray your companions?"

Putting down all hope of life, Weslai calmly pulled the dagger from Cosmo's lower abdomen and pressed it against his own.

"Cosmo, I'm a mean person, and I don't deserve to be your friend."

"Pfft..."

The second corpse was next to the first, clenching the suicide dagger in both hands.

After swallowing the second sad soul, Yin Fulin transformed into a woman's body and pulled the magic dagger from Wes's lower abdomen.

The dagger is about fifteen centimeters long, with a purple spinel inlaid on the handle, double-edged, with complex magic inscriptions on the edge.

Looking at the betrayal blade in her hand, Yin Fulin's mouth has a slight curvature.

"If it wasn't for the master's order, maybe, I would really let you go."

Putting away the dagger, Yin Fulin disappeared into the darkness.

"No one can leave the Beihai Fortress alive, no one..."

In the underworld, the realm of the dead, a tragic war is breaking out.

Thousands of underworld messengers, led by dozens of mask spirits, transformed from the souls of the strong, fought with the ghost army composed of ghost iron armor, and the shrieks of the souls dissipated throughout the battlefield.

The messenger of the underworld wears a dark blue [ghost cloak] and wears a [ghost mask] made by the mother of masks. Under the protection of the ghost equipment, the soul can avoid being eroded by the ghost, so that the soul can be in a stable state for a long time. Each messenger of the underworld uses the most familiar soul weapon in his lifetime. The soul weapon is personally crafted by the masked spirit bull, which can cause serious damage to the soul.

On the other hand, the Ghost Legion responsible for fighting the underworld for the Dark Lord is equipped with black witchcraft equipment created by the Lord Mordekaiser, adhering to Mordekaiser's consistent favorite style, and every piece of equipment with a ferocious shape like a torture tool. It exudes a **** and brutal atmosphere, with soul sand as the forging core, with black magic and soul forging into a soul ball, the soul ball will be transformed into the most suitable killing tool in the hands of every ghost warrior, which is also the ghost army and the underworld messenger. An important reason for the match.

"For the Dark Lord! For Mordekaiser!!! For the glory of the bones!!! Kill these cowards!!!"

"Hoohoho!!!"

The hoarse Lachen language echoed on the withered battlefield, making the Ghost Legion even more crazy. (Note: Lachen language, born out of the underworld prophecy Ouchen language, was created by Mordekaiser and his dark wizards, mainly used for communication between ghost legions)

The ghost knight Arnold, who had been promoted to the centurion, rode his ghost horse and ran rampantly, killing several powerful underworld messengers one after another with the big cross spear in his hand. Soon Arnold was targeted by the mask spirit. A sharp arrow flashing with white light flew from his side, and Arnold hid under the horse's belly dangerously and dangerously, letting the arrow miss him.

The wolf spirit biting the ghost soldier looked worriedly at the sheep spirit not far away. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. He could only vent his anger on the enemy in front of him.

"Mirror Claw! What are you doing! This is on the battlefield!! Do you really think you are immortal?"

The frog spirit wearing the frog mask pulled out the double-edged machete of the staff in his hand from the armor of the dissipated ghost soldier, loudly reminding the sheep spirit and the wolf spirit who broke into the enemy line.

Struggling from the irritable emotions, the sheep spirit silently fired two arrows at the difficult ghost knight centurion again, but was directly blocked by the sword and shield soldiers of the ghost army.

Wearing an eagle mask, the Void Spirit Evil Owl with a body shaped like a vulture floated on the battlefield, and put his cold eyes on Yang Ling's body, his evil purple eyes flickering uncertainly.

Located in the middle of the Nether Legion, Sebastian, dressed in heavy black iron plate armor and holding a heavy sword, seized the flaws of the underworld messenger and issued an order to attack the right army.

Under the order of the general of the Nether Legion, the last elite Nether Knight appeared in the gray fog.

As another new force cavalry of the Nether Legion broke into the battlefield from the flank, the already crumbling battle formation was instantly overwhelmed, and the deadly soul-snapping arrow was lost. Yang Ling had to cheer up, but unfortunately at this time, cheering up could not save the defeat.

When the battle situation was about to lead to an irreversible rout, the Void Spirit Evil Owl in the sky finally moved.

"Silence, extinction."

Like the murmur of the **** of death, the souls on every battlefield heard the call of death.

The blue silhouette disappeared above the sky at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and appeared beside every soldier of the Underworld Legion. After a second, he returned to his original position again. The purple-red eyes under the mask dimmed. few.

"Kazha, Kacha..."

One after another, the collision of armor and weapons sounded, densely packed, making the scalp numb,

Just like building blocks, the more than 5,000 warriors of the Nether Legion only have fallen armor and weapons, and their souls have disappeared.

Except for the few remaining centurions who were equipped with higher-level soul equipment, all the ghost warriors died instantly.

Arnold, whose soul trembled, was surrounded by messengers from the underworld, forcibly suppressing the fear that came from the depths of his soul. The centurion of the dead horse ran desperately towards Sebastian's position. Under the pressure, the underworld messengers had no ability to act, so they could only watch helplessly as more than a dozen of the powerhouses of the nether legion withdrew to the formation~www.mtlnovel.com~ However, the fast-moving mask spirits stopped seven or eight in time. The ghost general, who ran slowly, forcibly killed Mordekaiser's servants, but he had no idea of ​​continuing to pursue them.

There is only one Sebastian in the Nether Legion's main formation. It is not without reason that when the Void Spirit Evil Owl has already started, whoever goes will die.

"Everyone, this gives me a headache, ah, how should I explain to the master."

took off the heavy cross-faced helmet,

With long silver hair tied into a high ponytail, Sebastian didn't care that the soldiers under his command died cleanly, but a polite smile appeared on his pale and handsome face.

The Void Spirit Evil Owl is strong and powerful, but there is a period of weakness after the shot. This time is a good time to ambush and kill the mask spirit.

Using five thousand ordinary souls in exchange for the life of a masked spirit is a very cost-effective deal. The nether army that has obtained souls can easily expand, but it is difficult to make up for the lack of one masked spirit. To this day, the mother of masks You can only make some small masks for ordinary souls to use, and you can no longer make powerful mask spirits.

The man gracefully gave an ancient noble salute to the Void Spirit Evil Owl above the sky, glanced at Qian Jue with his head down, and waved his hand to the surrounding elites waiting for orders.

"retreat."

Watching Sebastian take three or two cats and three to leave calmly, the Void Spirit Evil Owl in the sky once again glanced at the depressed sheep spirit and disappeared instantly.

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