"No way!"

Wu Wenxu's eyes suddenly froze, and he pushed Lei Lina away, but his hand pressed on the woman's plump and snowy place, which provoked Na Leili to gasp, looking at the man weakly like a kitten, and didn't understand what was wrong with her hot body?

"Girls should be self-respecting."

Wu Wenxu didn't dare to look at her clear and charming eyes, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest! It's so exciting, but luckily Lao Tzu already has Suanna, otherwise it would be better to push you down!

"Oh."

Na Lei Li nodded as if she didn't understand, in the tribe of beast spirit walkers, the clan admired wildness and ancestors, and the concept of such things was relatively shallow, Lei Lina was exposed to it all day long, and naturally took serving men for granted.

Wu Wenxu withdrew his claws and retracted into his cuffs, and said with a weak heart: "From now on, except for sleeping, you are not allowed to untie your clothes, nor are you allowed to charm others, if I find out, I will drive you out of the territory!" ”

Wu Wenxu could see that the two girls were pure by nature, and this was just to scare them, restrictions were necessary, if they were left to their temperament, the thirteen white knights would not know how fascinated they were.

Nareli's lovely wolf ears softened, and she lowered her head and said, "Knowing my lord, we won't take off our clothes at will without your order." ”

"You just said that you can transform into a beast spirit, if you are allowed to exert your full strength, how many levels of magic cultivation can you have?"

Nareli stared into the man's eyes and thought seriously, "Judging by the eighteenth level of magic in the human race, my magic power should be level six, and my sister is level five. ”

A sixth-level Grand Mage?

Wu Wenxu sighed with inferiority in his heart, thinking that his dignified soul talent was at the peak, the fire element particles were perfectly affinity, and he was busy giving orders all day long, and the fifth-level cultivation could not go up so far, if he wanted to create a world in this cursed ice field, without a tenth-order demon master, it was almost unthinkable.

"You've been captured by the Iceborn before, how much do you know about them?"

Although he didn't want to reveal the scars of the two girls, Wu Wenxu wanted to understand the mountain above his head no matter what.

The word Iceborn touched both Nareli and Jane.

Seeing that this lord had just arrived, Nareli sighed slightly, but still held back the sadness in her heart, frowned and said: "The strength of the Ice Descend is simply invincible, back then, the clan united the righteous forces of the entire Cursed Land, and it was only a tie with the Ice Descend, and after a thousand years, the Ice Descend warriors are even more powerful and ferocious, and with this trend, the clan is not far from being defeated." ”

The hands in the sleeves were twisted together, and the sound of bones clicking made Wu Wenxu silent.

Losing the Death of Skeleton and the Sixteen Brothers, every step of the way in the territory is difficult.

I just hope that the nightmare can wake up from the dark source spirit as soon as possible.

Really, it can't be hit harder......

On the eighth day when Wu Wenxu stepped into the terra nullius and cursed the ice field, the Valoran Continent finally set off a monstrous wave!

The free city of Piltover.

"Bang bang bang!"

The thumb-thick bank glass made of superb alchemy, the sand seemed to shatter all over the ground, stepping on the hard and piercing glass stubble, several masked men armed with submachine guns rushed into the bank, and then, a roar of bullets and blood splattering, when the robbers walked out of the bank openly, blood ran down the white marble floor, and there was not a single living person in the entire bank!

The chaos was inexplicably ignited in Picheng, like a flare rising in unison! Countless thugs from the Borderlands, instigated by Jinx, poured into Leather City, a land of peace and technology, mired in endless screams and riots.

The old mayor Bovarelle's face was cold, the city behind him was crying, but there was nothing he could do, his desk was full of papers, each one telling of the atrocities in the city, Beauvarre's tiny fingertips were gradually embedded in a plain white document, and at this moment, there was a knock on his door.

"Please come in."

Deeply suppressed the anger in his soul, Beauvar raised his head.

"Old Mayor, it seems that Picheng needs us very much."

The arrogant Miaoman's posture, her flowing and curly hair, she raised her jade arm at will, the pitch-black perfect sniper rifle pointed indifferently out of the window, when the breeze blew the wind chimes, on the street more than 4,000 meters away, a thug with gold in his hand running and laughing wildly, his bare head exploded into blood slag!

"Punch first, and then ask questions when you hit, and we can do it in a difficult way."

The arrogant female voice, the magic arm of the mechanical excavator slammed the papers on Beauvarre's desk into the air, and the old mayor stared at the two of them as if he had never seen the documents flying in the sky, and when the wrinkles and vicissitudes of life made his cheeks twitch, he began to laugh.

Laugh heartily!

Noxus.

"Wow!"

The cry of the miserable bird came so suddenly that the two counts, who were kneeling on the cold floor, trembled, and they did not dare to raise their heads, let alone bear his wrath, the supreme being of Noxus, the Commander of the Strategists, Svein!

"Fellerkevin has sent heavy troops to the border of Demacia, why is he only reporting now?"

The peerless wisdom calmly inserted the white feather into the wooden table, and a dark and evil magic spread on the sharp edge of the quill, like a black hand with a twisted thick line, the two earls are eighth-level great magicians, how can they not feel the dark magic on the tip of the pen, and the sound of violent kowtowing resounded in the bedroom.

"Huh?"

The strange bird, which was more evil than the dark magic, its sharp roar seemed to be asking, tilted its jet-black head sideways, glanced at the two of them coldly, and then gently rubbed the ears of the peerless generals.

"Smack!"

Without warning, the tip of the white quill exploded into powder!

With the explosion of the quill, the shadows of the strange birds on the walls gradually distorted, and when six blood-red eyes flashed in the bedroom, hundreds of meters away from the bedroom, the scalp-tearing screams in the room could be heard.

The Righteous Nation de Marcia.

"What are you talking about, Prince Jiawen IV personally went to the border!"

The two-foot-high rockery exploded out of thin air, and the shattered stones smashed into the commander of the Dreadnought Army, Galen, the soul of the Demacian army, his resolute and handsome face quickly distorted in the flames of anger.

"A bunch of bastards, don't you know Gavin's body?"

Galen was furious, roaring and wielding a giant sword, Gangfeng instantly tore through the rubble, unimaginable magical elements surged out of the air, and the sword qi intertwined in all directions made the generals bury their heads in the bottom and be silent, they had not seen General Galen's monstrous anger for a long, long time.

"Mobilize the Dreadnoughts and De Mahlan, go to the border!"

The city of ice and snow, Freljord.

Carved and polished with polar ice crystals, inlaid with thousands of ice diamonds on the throne, the beautiful face of the blonde woman exudes wisdom, she has all the characteristics of the beauty of Freljord, as if she was born for charm, and her gestures exude a natural nobility and elegance.

The agile blue robe covered the proud and delicate body of the lord of the throne, her brows were furrowed and tangled, and she was also very beautiful, as if she was trying to think about something very important, and the throne was flanked by all kinds of dignitaries and nobles wearing elegant robes, they were all rare to see on weekdays, enough to shake Freljord's big shots.

"Your Majesty, can Lord Tedamir alone really suppress the Sejuanid rebellion?"

In the crowd that had been whispering, an old man with a white beard slowly walked out.

"I believe in Tedamir's abilities."

Although the queen's beautiful eyebrows were still entangled, when it came to Tydamir, her jade and pink lips pulled up a smile that overwhelmed the country, she lifted up the famous wise man, and said patiently: "Sejuani's riot is not a day, even if Tademir can't eradicate it, the West will tend to be peaceful, and the king's greatest concern is not Sejuani, but the crying abyss." ”

An old man slowly walked out of the crowd, his face was withered, and he looked extremely haggard: "Your Majesty, it has been rumored recently that someone has seen the shadow of the Ice Guardian under the abyss. ”

"Ice Guard? Frost Watcher! ”

The whispering voice was louder, the original battle had destroyed half of Freljord's territory, if it was really as the old man had rumored, the ice guard broke the seal and came out, it is hard to imagine what kind of calamity would break out!

"Rest assured, the seal of the Wailing Abyss is still stable, but it's just ......"

Her Majesty's sapphire blue eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't go on, and before she was sure that the turmoil had begun, she had kept the secret in her heart.

Ionia, the neutral state.

The city-state of Ionia on the island of Valoran is considered a paradise for spiritual evolution.

"The pirates of Bilgewater are here."

On the shore of the sea breeze sat a woman in a red-smelted steel battle helmet, this cold and scorching battle armor made her exude a charming suffocating smell, five spiral sharp killing weapons floated silently behind the woman, she looked gracefully and indifferently at the huge pirate ship that seemed to be quietly sailing quietly.

That's the most famous guy on Bilgewater Island, the most powerful pirate in the entire Sea of Conquerors, the Pirate King, the Planck Pirates!

The woman's white and tender little feet landed on the ground, her body was light and almost weightless, walking on the soft sand, only revealing shallow and delicate footprints, the woman walked faster and faster along the golden sand, and when the toes touched the first wave, her whole person rose into the air, like a beautiful phoenix......

Valoran, perhaps the Land of Runeterra, is shattered by countless frictions, whether it's the mysterious bells on an island full of shadows, the rioting sandfolks in the barren desert, the purple shadows on the edge of Bandel City, or the dark yellow eyes lit up in the dark city of Zaun.

The War College can no longer restrain the actions of its heroes, and the chaos in the legends of the Land of Runeterris seems to be really coming to an end!

(End of chapter)