League of Legends Millennium Warlord Chapter 710

Hundreds of corpses flowed down the river, and the rosy light from the sky sprinkled its last tenderness on the gradually icy earth, but it reflected a layer of faint blood light on the beautiful Huanxi River.

After the attack, the fleet had been resting on the Huanxi River for two days. It was not until the bodies of the Noxians were no longer found on the riverbed and along the coast that the fleet put down their memory of the dead and moved on.

Without spending too much effort, the interrogator of Edge of Night pulled out the information Lester wanted from the mouth of the frightened prisoner.

There were two groups of attackers, and one of them was an old acquaintance from the Navoli Brotherhood. Needless to say, judging from the Brotherhood's increasingly impatient and frequent attacks, Camille and her Magic Crystal Tactical Team should It was a lot of effort in the dark,

At least those veteran assassins of the fraternity are sitting on pins and needles, wishing to dig three feet into the ground and hang the unknown forces who stole their **** for three days and three nights. When they can't find the target, it is obvious that the fraternity has put the crime on On the heads of the Noxians.

Another group of guys who use special natural spiritual power to carve ships are cultists who believe in the natural spirit sect. Even Navoli's killers don't know how their organization hooked up with these perverts.

Among the captives, there were also followers of the Spirit of Nature, but unfortunately, these followers were only the outermost cannon fodder.

Except for a nature spirit priest named [Hogan], these idiots don't know anything about what they believe in, and they can fool people to the point of voluntarily sending them to death without knowing anything. I don't know whether to admire the natural spirit sect's means or the lack of faith of the Ionian people, throwing away their brains and resigning themselves to depravity.

"I was thinking about how to deal with this group of extreme environmentalists, but I didn't expect this to come to my door."

On the deck, Lester enjoyed the quiet Ionian night accompanied by Syndra.

Life on the ship was quite boring. Apart from having a deep relationship with Syndra in the room, Lester went up to the deck every day to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the coast, which has evolved into a fixed habit.

The fantasy painting style of Ionia is different from most places in Runeterra. It is like a fantasy mixed between Bandle's spiritual realm and the material realm, finding a balance between the innocence of fairy tales and the cruelty of the world.

When the day is high, unknown golden streamers like ears of wheat appear in the sky and above the earth from time to time. At night, a cold crescent moon the size of a jade plate hangs in the starry night sky. If you are lucky, you can still see it. Seeing the continuous rain of meteors and comet tails, like the golden streamer in the daytime, I don't know where they come from and where they are going.

Silver fireflies perch on the gray-brown cloud forest like stone monuments, and owl-like birds hover on both sides of the river, lingering,

At the end of the horizon, ancient stone pillars and palaces like a hanging city are covered with vines and vines. The ancient battlefield with countless magic restrictions is like a stone sword that opened up the world. At night, there will be a dark blue talisman ten meters high. The giant statue of Wen climbed up from the pile of rubble, stood in the cemetery composed of broken swords and halberds, and stared at the ancient distance.

Ionia, known as the land of birth, has too many secrets, and the sacred forest Omikayalan is just one of them. Under the dust buried in history, I don't know how many things are worth discovering. This is One of the reasons Lester is a must for Ionia.

So far, he can only drive the ancient war machine of the Noxus Empire forward, either crushing all the supreme beings that stand in the way of becoming Runeterra, or smashing his head to death under the high wall of the world, Whether it is successful or not, at least it is the result of his hard work, and he will not regret it.

"What is the teacher going to do? Are you going to send the Blade of Night to track down the secrets of the Nature Spirit Sect?"

Sensing Lester's strangeness, Syndra took the man's right hand.

Gently hugging Syndra, Lester has already abandoned the way of thinking of short-lived species in nearly a thousand years of long-lived species, and he doesn't care about the human taboos that ordinary people need to consider.

In fact, if he was given another chance to return to his previous life, he would hug his apprentice Elena without hesitation, and lead the naughty apprentice all the way out of the organization and fly away.

If the organization dared to continue to refuse to give up, he didn't mind completely destroying the organization.

"In this matter, I have a more suitable candidate."

Feeling Syndra's warm and soft body, Lester's thoughts gradually relaxed.

"This person has made many friends in order to inherit martial arts. He once traveled around the Ionian continent alone. He also has superb martial arts strength and has a very deep understanding of ancient culture."

The red-faced Syndra huddled in the man's arms, feeling the carefree peace of mind and satisfaction, but she just gave up thinking.

"Teacher, who is this person?"

Thinking that Syndra took the initiative to ask him about the [Weapon Master] more than 20 years ago, Lester felt a little funny.

Sure enough, women with love brains are all fools who can't think.

"You should have heard of this person, think about it? How boring is it to tell you directly?"

Sindra, who was pursing her mouth, tried to find a candidate who met the standard in her own impression, but after much deliberation, there was nothing. Only the teacher's body kept transmitting temperature to herself, which made her unable to raise any strength.

It's such a shame...

"Syndra?"

"Huh? I, I don't know...I'm sorry..."

Looking at the flustered Syndra in his arms, he knew that under his doting, Syndra would give up the ability to think independently as long as he was by his side, and Lester couldn't continue to play tricks on this forty-year-old girl .

Speaking of it, this was the result of his attempt to control Syndra with emotion.

"Jax, master of weapons, have you heard of it? Have you seen a burning lamppost? Have you ever endured a three-fingered casserole fist?"

Syndra's eyes widened.

"I've been talking for a long time, so it's Master Jax? I just said why I'm so familiar... Wait, Master Jax is in Ionia?"

Lester nodded with a smile.

"To be precise, it was in Presidium. This guy conveyed his request to meet me with the help of the blade of night. It just happened to attack Presidium this time. Presumably he will come to the door himself.

He's definitely not willing to help us fight the Ionians from the perspective of the invaders, but he's definitely willing to smash the heads of those cultists with a lamppost,

Believe me, no one in Runeterra is better suited to investigate the secrets of the Cult of Nature's Spirit than Jax and his apprentices. "

The petals of peach blossoms are falling from the window.

In a private room in a tavern in Presidio, Jax, wrapped in a cloak, sat on a seat by the window, carefully lifting the porous metal mask halfway, exposing his mouth, and chewing on the blood-stained beef chunks ,

On the opposite table, an old bald monk who took out his money bag was trying to persuade him.

"Master Jax, I know there are some words that bother you..."

Before Jax could say anything, the bald monk continued.

"Although it's annoying, I still want to say that you are a highly respected martial arts benchmark for the new born land. In the face of the injustice of the Noxus, you should raise the banner and lead us martial arts people to resist Noxus together. The aggression of the Sri Lankans, now that Karma is reincarnated and rebuilt, the gate of the Balanced Temple is closed, and Long Yinliu bows his knees, only you are willing to stand up..."

Swallowing the delicious chunk of beef in one bite, Jax raised his few three fingers and shook them vigorously.

"I don't want to, really, Master Gang Custer, I'm here to do something of my own, not to take part in your Ionian-Noxian wars, and if I were to face the Void I would definitely Shots, but things between countries...

In my capacity, it's really not suitable to mix in, not to mention, Shuoji Temple, the hometown of your Vajra Sect, seems to have disagreements, so what's the matter with finding me an outsider? "

After finishing speaking, Jax stared straight at the fourth empty plate, and Gang Custer could only call the store to order another four catties of cooked beef.

Having already realized Jax's reluctance, Gang Castor took a deep breath, perfectly played the characteristics of the ascetic monk, and continued without being discouraged.

"Anyone who is vacillating after seeing the brutality of the Noxians will stand up and become a resistance. Before more Ionians understand that we have no retreat, we need to..."

"But how did I hear that the Noxians did not commit any crimes after they entered the country?"

Taking the four plates of beef from the waiter's hands, under the trembling gaze of the waiter, Jax bit the beef piece with his big deep purple mouth, and swallowed half a catty as soon as he closed his mouth.

Gang Custer waved his hand, and the waiter swallowed dryly as if in amnesty, and fled in a panic.

What the **** is this weirdo? No wonder you want to eat Jiufen raw cooked beef.

"As far as I know, after more than half a year, after Philo Island was ruled by the Noxus, many Ionians and Vastayas chose to immigrate from the east to join the Noxus Empire? What if the Noxus The Sass people are really so cruel, how could you Ionians jump into the wolf den on your own initiative? Could it be that you are all fools?"

It was a little uncomfortable to be blocked by Jax's words, Gang Castor rubbed his bald head and explained with a straight face.

"Presumably they were bewitched by the sweet words of the Noxus, who doesn't know that the black wizards of the Noxus like to confuse people's hearts?

Master Jax, this is what the Noxians did when they saw our large number of people. If we really let the Noxians gain a firm foothold in the land of the first birth, when the time comes, the sword will be added to the body, Ionia People's life will only get sweeter and sweeter, and you will bury all those who don't think it is sweet, and it will be too late to resist. "

After eating the third piece of beef, Jax hiccupped, drank the chrysanthemum tea in the cup in one gulp, and took off the porous mask, exposing Jax's mutated appearance.

There are two ugly spiral holes on the wrinkled purple skin, the flat facial features are basically distorted, there is no beard and hair on the smooth face, and some protruding dark purple eyes have eight big and small eyes.

The four eyes near the sides of the cheeks will involuntarily shift to the sides, keeping a perfect inconsistency with the main line of sight in the center, and the bloodshot of raw beef is still stuck to the jagged teeth, which looks like they just ate Extraordinary monster.

Faced with Jax's staring gaze, Gang Castor, who was mentally attacked, closed his eyes and almost passed out.

There was a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth, Jax stuffed the last piece of beef into his mouth, put on his mask again, and stood up.

"See? In the eyes of most people, I am just a monster who survived the void war in Icacia,

You Ionians should not allow a monster from a foreign land to become a benchmark for martial arts. I have met many capable people and strange men in this beautiful land. You should believe that even without Jax, Ioni The demihumans could fight the Noxians, too, and Jax was grateful to Master Gon Craster for stopping by. "

The resolute weapon master took his lamp post and left the private room on the second floor, walking very gracefully,

Gang Castor opened his eyes and sighed deeply, but at some point, he saw a tavern waiter who had a longing heart standing beside him.

"That, that, including tea and the one-month room reserved by the one just now, is a total of one gold and thirty-two silver. Thank you for your patronage..."

"How much did you say? You repeat it again!?"

Hearing this, the ascetic monk Gang Castor suddenly stood up and grabbed the attendant's collar in disbelief, and the attendant trembled with a smile that was uglier than crying.

"One, one gold and thirty-two silvers, guest officer, you, as a revered monk, don't you want to eat the king's meal?"

Gang Custer looked down at the three cups of scented tea and the eight empty plates on the table with a sullen face. He just wanted to greet the eighteenth generation mother who served as a attendant. I sat here dryly to persuade that Void monster who does not eat oil or salt, only eats beef, which eye of yours has seen that I have eaten something?

Thinking about it this way, Gang Custer, who represented the ascetic monk, really couldn't do such a disrespectful act, so he could only swallow the swearing back into his stomach with difficulty.

"Don't worry, your money will not be lost."

Said indifferently, Gang Custer maintained the same trembling frequency as the attendant, picked up the money bag, opened the bag, and the suffocated monk saw that there was only a few dozen coppers in the bag, UU reading www .uukanshu. com couldn't help taking a deep breath for a while,

The eight gold coins that were originally planned to buy Jax were spent within a week. Counting the private money he had saved from his wife for several years, it seems that he still owes more than 30 silver coins?

With so much money, all food and drink is gone? It's just that there's no such thing as a **** pig to eat, right? And if you **** talk about it, just leave, and use my money to book a room for another month?

Jax, are you a **** human?

Mom gave birth, right?

"Then, that... guest officer?"

Under the terrified gaze of the attendants, Gang Castor took off his cloth monk robe directly, and the red-eyed old monk handed the clothes and money bag to the attendants, his gnarled muscles bulging.

"It's still thirty-two silver short. I'll give you the clothes and I'll be back in a while. Do you think it's okay!? Hmm!?"

"Master! You can do whatever you want! I'm just a handyman, please forgive me!"

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