League of Legends Millennium Warlord Chapter 98

"An outsider is here! Come on someone!"

At the outermost edge, sharp-eyed tribal warriors let out a loud roar, and then a dozen strong men with stone spears quickly greeted them.

The traveler with a hood on his head stopped and put down his hood, revealing a ferocious blue-purple face.

Some tribal warriors have noticed that strangers have strange symbols and stripes on their faces, which can make people feel physically uncomfortable just by looking at them.

"Who are you! What are you doing here?"

The traveler knew that if he dared to show a hint of hostility, the dozen men in front of him would not hesitate to raise their spears and stab them into his body, so he slowed down his movements as much as possible to avoid misunderstandings, which led to this. The village is destroyed.

"My name is Ryze. I am a wandering mage who has been exploring his own magic path."

Slowly showing the empty grain sack to the tribal warriors who surrounded him, and responding to the nervous crowd in Freljord, Ryze was a little helpless.

"As you can see, I have eaten up all the food, and I came to the village just to ask for some food, no malice."

Naturally, he will not reveal his true intentions, and it is true that the wandering mage has no food.

"You mean, you're a mage? The kind that can throw fireballs in your hands?"

The tall man from the north, who was headed by him, waved his hand, signaling the clan to stay calm.

"Yes, if pure magical energy counts as a fireball."

After taking another look at the blue-purple-skinned wandering mage, the tall man asked again.

"What's wrong with your skin? Why does it look so scary?"

It has been explained countless times, but Ryze is still patient.

He is always patient with most creatures in this world, unless the creature has something evil that is not his own.

"It's the price of learning magic."

Pointing to his blue-purple arm, Ryze smiled, very friendly.

"I took a fork in the road and accidentally turned myself into this image, which is why I chose to hide my body under the cloak and hood as much as possible."

Pulling on the fur cloak, Ryze pointed to the curious tribal child in the distance, looking very sincere.

"It's best not to scare others, especially children, who are very afraid of this."

Seeing the terrifying blue-skinned man pointing at him, the little boy ran away in horror.

Witnessing this scene, Ryze sighed.

Seemingly moved by Ryze's sincere and harmless attitude, after thinking about it for a while, the tall man put away his weapon, and at the same time signaled the clan to put down their hostility.

"My name is Inksad, the village head of Nerzayag. The villagers here are all Freljords who are unwilling to obey the rule of the three major tribes. We have formed a new village and live here together. ."

"Hello, Mayor Inksad, thank you very much for letting me into the village."

Knowing that the powerful tribes of the Freljord are headed by the War Mother, Ryze was a little curious about this small village that dared to resist the three major tribes.

There is no store in front of the village and no store in the back, no wonder they chose to build the village here...

"It's not for nothing that I let you into the village."

Adhering to the Freljord's direct way of speaking, Inksad brought Ryze back to his wooden house.

With the roaring fire, the temperature was much warmer.

Ryze understood that this was a good place to get down to business.

"Our food is not too much, and it is impossible to give it to you in vain. You should understand how precious things are in the Freljord that can be put in the stomach without letting people die."

Nodding, the wandering mage did not speak.

Food and cold are the biggest obstacles to the development and growth of the Freljords. The too barren and harsh environment caused many Freljords to die at the moment they were born in the world. There were even many tribes in order to control the population. The reproductive behavior within the tribe, once found, will be directly killed,

The coward, the handicapped, the old and the incompetent, cannot survive in the Freljord.

This is a place where the dead are crying all the time. The only ones who don't cry are the living, because their tears have already frozen. In this land where everything is frozen, there is only a hot and hard heart in the chest. There is also temperature.

This also leads to the fact that Freljords are straight.

"But I just happen to have an errand for you here. If you can do it, I can fill your cloth bag with bread."

Knowing that the errand will never be easy, Ryze did not directly refuse, but asked.

"Let's talk about it first, if it's beyond my ability, I'm afraid I can't do it either."

"It will not exceed your ability, provided that you are indeed a mage, not a weirdo who dyed his skin blue and purple."

Inksad sighed and said slowly.

"Just to the south of the village, there are three of our wheat farms. Everything was going well, but the harvest season is just around the corner, alas!"

"Are you in trouble?"

"Yes, just three days ago, in the north of the Tiesha Mountains, a group of adult trolls suddenly came, there were about seven or eight, and they drove the northern yak to graze on the farmland, not only ruining the farmland, but also Attacking the farmers in the wheat fields, three people in our village have died at the hands of the trolls."

"So you want me to expel the trolls?"

"I'd rather you kill them, if you can, so those stinky idiots don't show up on our fields again after you're gone, stomping on crops with those disgusting toes."

Rubbing his chin noncommittally, Ryze didn't respond.

"We don't have much food. If we give you extra food, someone in the village will starve to death..."

After hesitating for a while, Inksad also made a compromise.

"If... if you can kill all those trolls, I will give you an extra bag of food, as long as you can kill those trolls."

"I can't guarantee that I can kill them all, I can only do my best to expel them."

After thinking for a moment, Ryze put forward his own conditions.

Disappointment flashed by, and Inksad thought for a while and made additions.

"If my warriors fight with you, which step can you do?"

Not wanting to arbitrarily agree to requests involving unprovoked killings and grudges, Rizmo answered in a mixed manner.

"It depends on the situation..."

Before setting off, Ryze added a little water, and then released his magical energy under Inksad's arrangement. Looking at the stubborn stone that was easily broken, Inksad and the twelve tribal warriors agreed with the wandering The strength of the mage also gave him a little more confidence in this action to expel the trolls.

Everything was arranged properly, and after two days of food, a group of thirteen people began to walk towards the south.

Chapter end