League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The Noxus Empire has always been a mountain that weighs on everyone. Whether it is Lady Piltover or the Zaun people, from the traffickers to the councils that control the twin cities, they all have the same understanding.

Just like the majestic barrier mountains that span thousands of miles north of the Pilt River, believe it or not, those tens of thousands of cliffs that block out the sky and the sun are silently suppressing a piece of land.

The only difference is that the upper class can feel the true strength of Noxus through the Myrdalda family that has taken root in Piltover and the Philos family that replaced the Adrian family a hundred years ago, but the lower class rarely see it in public. On this occasion, I saw the arrogant Noxians, not to mention the arrogant and disgusting Zaun.

The empire has its own rules for controlling the Twin Cities. All affairs required by the empire are handled by the Feros family or the Myrdalda family. Individual Noxians also abide by the rules and rarely have contact with the lower classes, and only enter and exit only. She would appear at a banquet for the upper class, so naturally she wouldn't be offended or conflicted by someone who didn't know the importance of it.

The Noxians and the Zauns are like parallel lines that will never intersect. According to common sense, there will be no intersection at all. There is nothing worthy of the Noxians' plot in Zaun. Everything requires digging into the sewers. All the work will be done by the Zaans controlled by the Piltover people, and the results will be shared by Noxus. Naturally, there is no need for Noxians to visit the trenches in person.

This is the first Noxian nobleman in a hundred years to wear Noxian nobleman's attire and swagger into the lower city of Zaun like Leicester.

To the Zaun people, it was like a god who was worshiped every day and revered but never appeared suddenly came to them in the form of a weak and beautiful angel.

Perhaps out of the idea of ​​blasphemy and humiliation, or perhaps because they want to break the inherent impression that Noxus cannot be offended, the Zaun people are more excited than fearful about attacking the Noxian nobles, as if doing so can Proving that the Zaunites are braver than the Piltovers and more daring to fight against Noxus.

Lester used the cruelest and coldest facts to prove to the Zaans why Noxus is where it is today.

The one-sided massacre continued. Leicester used his ruthlessness and ruthlessness to make Zaun's most fearless desperadoes collapse directly. They knew how to fight in the streets and how to knock down their enemies with black hands in the melee. How can the enemy experience a bloody life-and-death war?

A gunman raised his gun in fear and pointed it at the demon that mortals could not fight against. He no longer cared about whether he would hurt his own people. He cursed and pulled the trigger directly, just to knock down the demon.

"Snapped!"

At the moment when his face was covered with iron sand, Lester, as if there was an eye on his back, turned sideways to control a person and hid behind him, and coldly threw the knife in his hand that had begun to become slippery in the exploding blood mist.

The knife swirled impartially through the Zaun people along the way, and plunged into the gunman's chest amidst the screams. The gunman screamed and fell to the ground, but what he saw in his eyes was that he was completely unscathed. of enemies.

"Run!!! Run separately!!!"

I don't know who shouted, and the remaining five or six people turned around and ran away without hesitation.

"gun."

His body trembled violently before Piest came to his senses. Like a child who had just learned to run, he staggered away from the corpses and ran to Lester, tremblingly handing over the gun.

When he took the Mauser rifle, someone had already slipped into the corner of the street. Lester ignored the lucky ones who escaped. He just pulled the bolt of the gun indifferently and pulled the trigger in the most standard gun-holding posture.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The crisp sound of shell ejection and firing pin was quite pleasing to the eye. Four shots were fired continuously in less than two seconds. Four people within Piest's sight fell down. Only the first person was shot in the chest, and the other three were shot. It was a shot in the back of the head.

The ambush of nearly thirty people was actually defeated by one person. Only two of the enemies who had the upper hand survived. Together with Piestre, the four law enforcement officers were still in a dream-like chaos, with physical fear and mental fear. It is even more difficult to accept this fact, or rather unwilling to accept it.

If people like Mr. Li exist in this world, then what is the battle training that they put in their blood and sweat? Are you being treated like a chicken after ten years of training?

Who is this Mr. Li? A magician?

In the deathly silence, Lester handed the gun back to Piestre, took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his wet hands.

"This gun is pretty accurate. Did you calibrate it yourself?"

Taking the gun with both hands, Piest was excited. He didn't care about the bloody fingerprints on the wood of his beloved gun. He stood at attention with his legs and saluted, as humble as when he first joined the law enforcement team.

"Report! No! It was calibrated by Instructor Sherwood of the law enforcement team!"

Lester nodded and casually threw the red-stained white handkerchief on the face of a corpse.

"Don't be so reserved... let's go. I don't need your protection, but I still need you to lead the way."

"Yes! Please leave it to us, sir!"

…

The door was pushed open, and a law enforcement officer woke up the law enforcement captain who was sleeping lightly.

"Captain, it's bad! Law Enforcement Officer Grayson's vigilance team has received news that a poisonous gas coming from the industrial area is spreading here from the sewers of the North District! The advice given by Law Enforcement Officer Grayson is to evacuate to the south immediately. !

Captain, we also feel that it is too dangerous to stay here now! "

The captain sat up from the bed, picked up the rifle and rushed out of the room. He held on to the hollow metal fence on the second floor and looked into the distance. There were streams of yellow-green gas coming from all directions in the ditch area. After a closer look, the source was indeed Sewers are the most serious problem in the building complex to the north.

According to the product introduction, the alchemy gas masks distributed by the law enforcement team are enough to filter high-concentration poison gas, but no one is willing to use their own health to test whether the mask can really protect against it. What's more, the mouth and nose can protect against it, but the eyes cannot. Who knows if these ghost gases will make me blind?

"Have the maintenance team stop working and organize all personnel to evacuate to the southern area quickly within three minutes! Remember! Our job is mainly to protect the supporters. It's okay if you are willing to leave. Those Zaun people who are unwilling to leave, Just let them stay here! We can’t control so many people!”

"clear!"

"Get up! Little Anna! We have to evacuate!"

The dazed Orianna opened her eyes, but it was Ms. Mami, who was also a Piltover mechanical craftsman, calling her anxiously.

Seeing Orianna wake up leisurely, Mamie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Poison gas is coming, be sure to wear a gas mask and don't take it off. Come on, girl, we have done enough."

Getting up from the carpet, Omelia rubbed her eyes. The dozen maintenance craftsmen within sight were all arranging their tools with worried faces. The unknown law enforcement officer outside the door even came every few seconds. Looking around the room, I feel like an ant on a hot pot.

Seeing this, Orianna did not dare to be in a daze, and quickly put on the breathing mask and checked her tool box. As for the other mask prepared for her father, she had already given it to those in need.

"Okay! Everyone! Whether you are awake or not, we have to leave! If we don't leave, we will have to enjoy the poisonous gas!"

After saying that, the law enforcement officer outside the door left directly without giving the craftsmen any chance to bargain. This forced some craftsmen with procrastination to speed up their actions to temporarily correct their old problems, and followed the large troops to leave the residence, fearing that they would A man is left here.

Arriving on the streets of the Zuan Digou District, the bustling crowd includes residents of the Zuan Digou District and the law enforcement team responsible for maintaining order. These craftsmen who support Zaun are protected by the law enforcement team in the middle.

Within Orianna's line of sight, a layer of yellow-green poisonous gas visible to the naked eye had enveloped the street, affecting visibility. Obviously, the spread of poisonous gas was more serious than imagined.

Without any intention of talking nonsense, the slightly panicked team began to move south under the order of the law enforcement team.

Orianna walked with tired steps, feeling that time seemed to slow down at this moment. From time to time, the cry of children, the lamentation of mother, the scolding of father, and the impatient urging of law enforcement officials could be heard in the team. Inside, more poisonous gas is floating out of the underground water. There are gradually more rickets and coughs, but the speed of the team is getting faster and faster.

More people were falling behind. Orianna did not dare to look back at the Zaun people behind her, let alone see whether those who were falling behind were wearing gas masks. The ashamed girl just lowered her head and kept moving forward with the team. , try to empty your mind, like a green leaf floating on the flood, it seems that drifting with the current can make you forget the promise to bear fruits on the branches.

In a daze, the visibility had dropped to less than ten meters, and the coughs beside her became less and less. Orianna, who slept all afternoon before escaping at night, spent all her energy and strength on the previous equipment maintenance work. Any laziness or hiding something secret. Because of this, the girl felt that every step she took was as important as a critical moment. She knew that she was facing the most difficult moment.

The movement around her became smaller and smaller. When the girl raised her head, Ms. Mamie, who had been taking care of her just now, had disappeared. The law enforcement officers and craftsmen had all disappeared, as if this world filled with poisonous gas was all that was left. All by himself.

Only then did Orianna realize that she was also falling behind. At this moment, even the law enforcement officers were busy taking care of themselves. With her traveling speed and physical strength, it was only natural for her to fall behind.

She understood that she would face such a dilemma, but it really happened to her. When those who made the promise forgot about her and left her here alone, she was still sad.

She finally understood the complex emotions felt by those left behind in Zaun.

After regaining her composure, Orianna did not stop. The girl patted her cheek, which had tingling skin, and continued walking along the street.

"Cough cough cough...Mom whining...cough cough cough...Dad, where are you? Cough cough cough..."

Maybe it was a few hundred meters, or maybe it was only a few tens of meters.

Coughing and crying broke the eternal silence. As if she felt that the torture just now was not deep enough into the soul, or it was fate, Orianna saw the little boy sitting on the manhole cover.

In the empty and cold yellow-green world, the appearance of the little boy made the somewhat hesitant Orianna feel the unique warmth of life. The girl's steps involuntarily shifted, and she walked to the little boy's side, looking steadily at him. A young boy from Zaun wearing any mask.

The little boy raised his head, with tears in his fearful eyes. He recognized that the girl looking down at him was from the Upper Pi City, so he didn't say anything, didn't ask for help, and had no expectations. He just lowered his head silently again, The girl continued to cough one after another, but it sounded very harsh to the girl.

She was no longer willing to admit it, but this was the mainstream perception of the people of Piltover in Zaun. Just like when they came to Zaun to rescue this time, the craftsmen also regarded this operation as a charity to satisfy their desire for salvation, and the people of Zaun were not too There is so much gratitude, and an invisible barrier really exists between the upper city and the lower city.

Just now, Orianna also let the coughing sound go away from her in silence until it disappeared.

At that time, she could still deceive herself that she was unable to do anything in the marching team. Now she has become a laggard, no one cares about her, and she can't find any excuse to ignore it.

In fact, at this moment, she didn't want to make any excuses anymore.

She came to Zaun behind her father's back just to help others. It wasn't charity, it was just out of her responsibility as a Piltover person.

Her life is not nobler than anyone else. If someone is destined to be lost in the poisonous gas and coughing, she would rather it be herself, so that she does not have to continue to endure the torture of her soul. What's more, her physical development is more advanced than that of the little boy. Mature, maybe she can get out of the poisonous atmosphere by her own will,

With her father's ability, it is still possible to save her after she walks out, but if this child of Zu'an is allowed to sit here, who can save him?

Orianna didn't speak. She pressed the lock on the back of her head with her slender and nimble fingers and took off the breathing mask. A pungent smell that was physically unbearable poured into her nasal cavity like a torrent and a tsunami. Broken trachea and chest.

"Cough cough cough..."

There was a cough above his head, and the little boy in Zuan raised his head blankly, only to see Pi Lao put the mask in front of his mouth and nose, adjusted the straps, and locked the mask tightly.

The little boy felt that his burning throat and nasal cavity instantly became cool, and the air was fresher and more abundant than ever before.

Opening his mouth, the little boy looked in disbelief as he watched the girl finish all this. He didn't understand why the girl would do such a stupid thing.

The coughing girl didn't say anything from beginning to end, she just touched her head. When the angelic girl left his sight, the little boy didn't see any unpleasant pity in the girl's eyes. Only the selfless tenderness of a mother.

"Big sister from Pi City...thank you..."

This time, the Zaun boy who hated the Piltover people didn't call the girl Pilgrim. Unfortunately, the coughing girl walked too fast and didn't hear him.