League of Legends: Queen Ashe, please help

Looking at the remaining forty or so children, Ling Feng also had a headache. Everyone looked at Ling Feng with doubts. After all, Ling Feng was only eight or nine years old. Berg came over and said: "Ling Feng , they will be left to you." After speaking, he pointed to the three two-meter tall men next to him and continued: "These three are the only three surviving warriors of our tribe. Let them protect you and be careful along the way."

Ling Feng usually knows these three warriors. The one with the beard on the left is called Bruce, the one with the bald head on the right is called Ivan, and in the middle is a young woman in her thirties called Serena. This Serena is a mage and wears a blue robe. A large area of ​​skin on her chest is exposed, and her plump figure makes people think about it. Although Serena's strength is only Black Iron IV, she is also a real mage. As for how far Serena Lingfeng hides, Because Ling Feng saw a man from the tribe whistling at her half a year ago, with a joking look in his eyes. Serena flicked her finger, and a pool of blood burst out from the man's crotch.

"Lingfeng, what else do you need?" Patriarch Berg's face was pale, and blood continued to flow from his abdomen.

"I need a bow and arrows."

"Ru..." Berg shouted, and a man came over, holding a black bow in his hand. This bow was made of fine iron and was considered a precious weapon in the Ataro tribe. Only the strongest hunters in the tribe are eligible to use it.

"Give the bow and arrow to Ling Feng..." Berg said.

The man named Lu had a look of disappointment in his eyes. He touched the bow gently and then handed it to Ling Feng. The height of this bow was almost half of Ling Feng's height. Ling Feng took the bow. It was very heavy. After Ling Feng took it, his arms didn't tremble at all, which surprised everyone secretly.

"This is the quiver. There are only more than thirty arrows in it..." The arrows are also made by the best blacksmiths in the tribe, and their power is naturally different from ordinary bows and arrows.

Berg smiled and said, "Can it be used?"

Ling Feng casually took out an arrow and strung the bow. "Eight-point bow?" Lu looked at Ling Feng in surprise, because he was the only one who knew that it would take a lot of effort to open this bow, although many adult men in the tribe also The bow can be drawn to eight points at most, but Ling Feng is an eight or nine-year-old child.

"Chirp..." The arrowhead pierced the air and headed straight for an injured beast fifty meters away.

"Ouch..." The wounded beast had just stood up when the sharp arrow penetrated its head directly from its eye and fell to the ground dead.

"Okay... okay... okay... cough cough cough..." Berg used three good words in a row. Because of his excitement, Berg coughed violently, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Lingfeng knew that Berg Ge was excited partly because of his archery skills, but also because the tribe's hope of continuing the bloodline had increased.

"Father...I want to be with you!" Balk came over crying, with blood still unwiped under his nose.

Berg touched Balk's head, his eyes full of doting, and said, "Balk, you have to live. I hope you can reorganize the Ataro tribe one day."

Balk pulled out his short knife, slashed his left and right index fingers, raised it above his head and said, "Father, I swear that I will spread the name of the Ataro tribe throughout the Freljord."

Berg took off the beast fangs he wore around his neck, put it around Balk's neck, patted Balk's shoulder, and said to Ling Feng and the three warriors: "Let's go!"

"Let's go..." Ling Feng took a deep look at the other side of the mountain, turned around and said.

Watching these children disappear under the night, my body could no longer hold up, and I fell straight to the ground, listening to the fighting around me, and stopped breathing.

Ling Feng and his party took advantage of the darkness and headed straight to the south. More than a hundred miles to the south was the territory of the Ai Xi tribe, which was their only hope for survival.

On the top of a mountain, a middle-aged figure stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the vast land. Snowflakes rolling in the cold wind fell within a hundred meters of the old man. The snowflakes suddenly became docile, and suddenly a black shadow crossed the sky. The old man stopped beside him, knelt down on one knee and said, "See Master..."

"What's going on lately?"

The black shadow said: "Now Demacia and Noxus are secretly preparing their own magical power underground. The underground magic organization formed by Noxus is called the Black Rose. The top leader of this organization is called LeBlanc, also known as The Witch of Trickery, she killed eighteen platinum magicians in one night in Demacia three years ago. The Demacia royal family was shocked and launched a red siege against LeBlanc. One of the rewards was to be hired as the chief of the empire. National Master, more hidden terrifying rewards sent the entire magical world of Demacia into great madness, but she was still allowed to escape.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "It's interesting. Demacia used a hidden organization?"

The black shadow shook his head and said: "No, Demacia's hidden organization is called the Legion of Radiance. The leader is also a woman. Her name is Lux. Her identity is like a shackle. There is no way to find out. Only in Demacia. I learned from the Magic Academy in Marcia that this Lux is the most talented person in the Demacia Empire for light magic. I heard that the initiator behind this glorious army is the royal family, most likely Jarvan IV. His Royal Highness."

The middle-aged man then asked: "Where is Ionia?"

"Ionia is as calm as water on the surface, but there are also undercurrents underneath, because several important backbone members of the Black Rose have sneaked into Ionia, and now Ionia's top leaders want to secretly eliminate these members. It is very difficult to drop it due to the strength of the magic world in Ionia. The most likely possibility now is that Noxus has begun to prepare for the invasion of Ionia, but I think this possibility is very small. Demacia They have been hostile to Noxus for hundreds of years, and both sides are jealous. If Noxus directly invades Ionia, I think Demacia will not let go of such a good opportunity and will give Ionia the best chance. A fatal blow."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Never underestimate the hidden power of Noxus. Although Noxus and Demacia have been fighting back and forth for hundreds of years, Noxus seems to have Demacia is not attacking with all its strength, and the Noxians’ ambitions extend beyond Demacia.”

"What is the master's order when he summons the subordinate this time?" the black shadow asked.

"Go ahead. All Shadow members will hide and wait for orders from the new master!" The middle-aged man's tone suddenly became stern.

The black shadow lowered his head and said nothing, and two drops of hot tears fell into the snow. The middle-aged man slowly walked to the black shadow, helped him up and said: "Wei, the power of the shadow must not be exposed, do you understand? Now the power of Runeland The teeth are intertwined, and once a spark breaks out, it will be like detonating a barrel of explosives. What you have to do is to help the new owner build a big alliance, so that Runeland will have a glimmer of hope for survival!"

"What is the new master's name?"

"Ling Feng, the heir to the power of ice!"

"It's...Master..."

""Prophecy of Dawn" is on"

The black shadow trembled after hearing this, and said in a hoarse voice: "What do we need to do?"

"Wait..."

"Wait?" Black Shadow said doubtfully

"After Lingfeng graduates from the War College, help him establish an alliance in Valoran, and then face the coming storm!"

"Master?" Black Shadow's shoulders trembled, trying to control his emotions.

The middle-aged man said: "My whereabouts have been exposed. It is estimated that those things will come to my door soon. Life or death is unpredictable!"

The shadow raised his head and said with firm eyes: "Shadow will fight bloody battles and never retreat to the death!"

The middle-aged man's eyes softened and he said: "The Shadow members are all excellent magicians and are the last barrier for our Valoran continent. Even if the Shadow members die, they must die worthy. Your future path will be more It’s difficult and even more threatening, we can’t shed the blood of these magicians on a dying person like me.”

"Owner?."

"Okay, I've made up my mind, go down and make arrangements as soon as possible! Valoran's future hopes are in your hands."

"Yes..." The black shadow took a deep look at the middle-aged man, and the magic aura around him fluctuated before disappearing on the top of the mountain.

The middle-aged man restrained his breath and let the surrounding snowflakes fall on his shoulders. "Alas..." A sigh dissipated in the air, and there was nothing but footprints on the top of the mountain.