Warwick the Godfather of Terra

The werewolf in non-digital mode could naturally feel the kick from his aunt.

He turned his head immediately.

"What?"

Warwick was a little confused. Why did you kick me?

"Your Originium Skill is turned on or not!"

Afraid of being heard, the aunt immediately signaled the werewolf to lower his head and whispered in Warwick's ear.

However, when she lowered her head, the unknown black aura was sucked back by her.

At that time, the trembling desire in my mind took over again.

Looking at the werewolf's lowered ears, my aunt immediately came up with a bold idea.

Do you want to hold it in your mouth and try it?

But she was a seasoned competitive knight after all, and her willpower immediately took over.

Quickly, my aunt struggled to pull herself out of her strange thoughts, and then leaned hard in the opposite direction of the werewolf.

"what?"

Seeing Zofia like this made Warwick even more confused for a moment.

What is Originium Technique?

He doesn't know either! I always use my skills to solve problems, but you are being very embarrassing.

But looking at Sofia's serious face, it doesn't seem like she is lying.

The werewolf started to think about it.

Warwick used Quick Thinking!

Warwick is thinking!

Warwick thinks there is no use for it!

Big failure.

The werewolf, who couldn't figure out the reason, quickly turned to the omnipotent system for help.

"Ahem, indeed, wait for me to turn it off."

After saying something to Zofia, the werewolf quickly started digitizing.

At this moment, my aunt felt that the strange thoughts in her head disappeared immediately.

It was like a fart, and it disappeared instantly.

Sofia calmed down and sat back down with a slight blush on her face.

He reached out and hit the werewolf again.

"Remember to close it next time!"

As she said this, my aunt glared at him with some dissatisfaction.

Make yourself look bad.

Really.

The werewolf looked at the system introduction and felt like crying but had no tears.

This really has nothing to do with him.

This is completely caused by the background of The Dark Knight!

In the world view of the Dark Knight, Warwick is a warrior who survived from the ancient era of the Lord of Magic. Long-term battles and struggles have made him crazy when he sees battles, and the dark aura emanating from him will also infect the people around him, making them obey the most basic desires in their hearts...

Wait a minute!

The werewolf's eyes suddenly became firm.

Something is wrong!

He looked at Sofia beside him with horror.

No, you guy, what are your basic desires?

Suddenly, Warwick had a horrible thought.

Thinking carefully about this guy's attitude towards him before, Warwick felt something was wrong the more he thought about it, especially since the two of them chatted for half the night last night.

I always felt something was wrong, now I think about it...

Is she greedy for my body?

Suddenly, the werewolf was a little confused.

That's impossible. I have no money, no friends, and I have a lot of burdens with me.

What was there for her to gain from a basket of things like this?

Sofia is a wealthy woman with fair skin and beautiful looks, and she is at the most charming age.

This doesn't make sense.

As we all know, humans have three major illusions: he didn't flash, I can kill him, and there is no one in the grass...

Ah, you got it wrong. These are the three major misconceptions about League of Legends.

The three major illusions of human beings are someone knocking on the door, the phone vibrating, and he (she) likes me.

The werewolf was thinking in confusion.

Because of the mask, the aunt couldn't see the werewolf's expression at all. She only saw the werewolf turning his head and staring at her, and she immediately felt embarrassed.

He stretched out his fingers to twirl his hair uncomfortably, turned his face to the side, turned his gaze back to the arena, and said coldly.

"It's about to start, pay attention!"

Suddenly, this sentence woke up the werewolf.

I told you, I must have been wrong.

Warwick breathed a sigh of relief.

How could anyone like someone like me?

Sofia is not a little girl. If you had replaced her with a teenage girl, he would have believed it.

After all, he is different from the protagonists of other books. Others have a physique that attracts girls, but he has a physique that attracts girls.

Reassured, the werewolf continued to look at the field.

By this time, Big Mouth Mob had finished his nonsense with his hawing words.

With a wave of his hand, Big Mouth Mob began to introduce the contestants amid the audience's curses of "Stop comparing and get down to business. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you."

"Then without further delay, let's start the first round of the day -

Wait! This contestant...seems to be someone very important!

Yes! I mean, today's first game will be the hot news on the Casimir Competition Channel for the next few days!

The reason is simple: this first-time contestant has a resounding “name”! A lovely young girl, but she comes from a prestigious family!

Pay attention to Knight Athletics - No, any loyal customer of Casimir will be familiar with this name! "

A girl holding a chainsword upside down walked into the arena from the other side.

Just like many years ago, the one from Lin Guang’s family was her sister.

"elder sister!"

"Finally, I am standing on this battlefield!"

Don't wait, we'll post together tomorrow morning.

Don’t wait, don’t wait, go to bed as it’s time.

This chapter cannot be divided into chapters, I have to finish it together.

You can just watch it tomorrow morning.

Also, for those who don’t play League, I’ll post two equipment pictures.

Mortal Reminder

Alchemy Punk Chainsword

The last whisper

Okay, that's it, go to sleep now.

Also, please vote, brothers.

It's the end of the month and everyone is holding back.

Awesome!

Chapter 1 You have technology, I have a hard life! (w)

In a pub on Casimir Bar Street, an old bear in iron armor and an old Kuranta in full armor were each holding a glass of draft beer and bragging.

As old-timers who have already left the era, Batbayar and Koval have become accustomed to hiding themselves in the haze of economic prosperity.

Casimir's once extremely sharp silver spear has now been obscured by the long tassel on the spear body, and these old men naturally no longer work for the current Casimir.

However, Casimir is now fully focused on developing the economy. If the lower-class people like them do not want to work for large companies, it will be really difficult for them to make ends meet.

The master of Koval of Ursus was once a great blacksmith who was highly praised and admired by the Silver Spear Pegasus. The equipment he forged even created a legend.

Several of Koval's disciples are still serving in the war on the front line of Casimir. They are an important part of the Silver Spear Pegasus Legion.

But he is the only one who can only survive by repairing water pipes and changing light bulbs for his neighbors.

Is it because your skills are no longer good enough?

Or is it because I’m too old and no longer have the physical strength?

Only he himself knows the reason.

And Batbayar, or Fogwald, relied on his own strength and a bow during the war years to fight his way from the lowest level of knights to the status of a second-level war knight.

What level is this?

For example, Miss Li, also known as Senomi.

She is just a fourth-level war knight.

As for the first-level knights, even the Helmetless Alliance needs to dispatch at least one Qingjin and countless low-level members to kill the opponent after a hard battle.

Such a powerful man who is only one step away from joining the Silver Spear Pegasus Legion is now drowning his sorrows in alcohol every day.

The two old wall lamps have been drinking for several days, and they have been quite boring these days.

Because of the start of the knight competition, there are fewer people coming to the tavern to drink. Those who have money will go to the scene to support the game, while most of the rest of the people who don’t have money will gather in the casino, staring at the screen with red faces and thick necks, watching the knights they support roaring loudly.

It's not because of their respect for the Cavaliers themselves, but simply because they don't want to lose their money. After all, these gamblers don't even have the money to buy tickets to the scene. If the Cavaliers they support cannot win the next game, they will naturally lose everything.

It's possible that you might be hacked to death on the street by loan sharks the next day.

Therefore, nowadays, an ordinary old bar like this one with no special services naturally has no business.

"Hiccup."

After burping, Batbayar slammed the empty cup on the table. The oak cup that had been specially prepared to guard against him was quite sturdy and was not smashed to pieces by his smash.

"This is the only time these damn knightly competitions are useful. Two more beers, old Martin."

Koval, who was standing by, glanced at him.

"You can only say this today when there are few people around."