MTL - Ranger Legend of Azeroth - Chapter 8 who did it

Galio, valiant reincarnate, is on his last life before he is allowed to take the hand of the beautiful Goddess, Tallia. Four hundred and ninety-nine lives worth of knowledge is given to him as a reward, along with the world he reincarnates to.

A world only known by women, where the concept of man had never existed, and the world is made up of twelve islands holding twelve primary races. These women have never known childbirth, periods, or the leer of a man.

Galio will enter this world filled with wonders that only men would ever dream about, but he has no memories. He will have to make his way, helping some along the way to help grow his Karma System.

Get ready for an R-rated journey of epic proportions and women of all shapes, races, breeds, and sizes! From Angels that moan heavenly melodies to the nine-foot-tall Amazons with weaves between their legs, and so much more!

Dual Cultivation is an art. The more you focus on doing the art, the worse it becomes. Only when doing it becomes part of the art itself, does one truly experience it to its fullest.

The prosperity of Piltover is on the surface, the barrenness of Zaun is miserable.

The able men of the Twin Cities, join Noxus, and I will lead you to the light!

– Ryan Meredith

The League of Legends fanfiction, starting with Zaun and Piltover, tells a story about the Empire.

Demacia to the west, Ionia to the east, Freljord to the north, Shurima to the south…

The empire has risen!

Also known as: “Heroes’ Testimony and Victory”, “The Noxian Way of the Far-God”, “The Four Souls of Chancellor Trifali”

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“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

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