League of Legends Invades Another World

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The silent black street was covered with a light layer of dust, accompanied by a cool breeze blowing, and a little dust swayed, confusing everyone's vision.

Modrian and the others continued to advance towards the depths of Lakstark Fortress, unlike the previous straight along the main road, this time it was a purposeful march.

The deeper you go, the fewer corrosive monsters you see, but the dense black mist that pervades Poppy's [firm demeanor] faintly.

The attack range of the Shadow Streamers also began to gradually shrink, and the dark tattoos engraved on their bodies were a bit dim, not only for combat consumption, but also for resistance to black mist.

The speed of progress accelerated. After Modrian and the others crossed a dilapidated alley, the black mist suddenly solidified, as if resentful and grievous souls roared silently at Modrian.

The cold and biting feeling was like a breeze blowing through his body, and Modrian couldn't help shivering. At that moment, he felt the extremely cold temperature of winter.

Seemingly aware of something, scarlet radiance flashed around the body, and the life energy in the body suddenly began to operate autonomously, dispelling the cold energy that remained in the blood after blowing.

snort!

Poppy snorted coldly, the golden brilliance was like a raging flame, and it suddenly exuded a scorching temperature, baking and gathering the dense black mist that approached.

Chi Chi! Chi Chi! Chi Chi!

Like cooking oil on fire, the black mist that had just solidified was instantly evaporated, and the range of [Sturdy Demeanor] spread to the outside, and incidentally, it also provided a certain speed blessing for Modrian and the Shadow Stream.

"Lord Modrian, be careful, the situation around is not right." Poppy wrinkled his cute nose and said in a deep voice.

Oren's hammer swung, bringing a gust of wind, Poppy rolled his purple eyes, carefully observing the surrounding situation.

She felt a lot of negative energy filling this area, not only the black mist, but also some unknown energy hidden in the air.

Hearing this, Modrian frowned slightly. He lowered his head and looked at his body. It seemed that the cold feeling had disappeared, but he could still clearly feel the extreme cold temperature left by the brushing.

"Zed, have you found anything?" Modrian turned to look to the right and asked.

Shadows flickered, and Zie's figure appeared quietly, still maintaining a cold appearance, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and the sharp blade was glowing with a snow-white cold light.

"Dense negative energy, and there is a cold aura that belongs to the dead."

deceased? Is it the undead? Modrian's face was solemn.

The matter of the abyss passage has not been clarified yet, and now I have found the breath of the dead, this trip to Lakstark Fortress is really full of 'fun'.

"Let's go, move on, I want to see what kind of existence, is it a demon or an undead?" Modri ​​put on his lower armor, only showing a pair of brown eyes, and glanced indifferently at the depths of the increasingly deep street.

The changes in the environment of Lakstark Fortress slowed down Modrian and the others, but it also showed that they were not far from their real destination, otherwise there would not be so many changes.

I don't know when, the dim magic lights have long been engulfed by the fog, only a touch of golden light is slowly moving.

About 200 meters ahead, what appeared in Modrian's field of vision was a dark and rough building. The building was not high, about five meters long. The pure color brought a sense of solemnity, but the strange thing was this. The building also revealed a cold and terrifying feeling.

Without Modrian's instructions, the shadow streamers on both sides turned into shadows and quickly approached the building.

Exquisite patterns are engraved on the heavy iron gate, and the strokes are engraved, which are perfectly connected to each other, depicting a sleeping unknown creature.

The curved horns of the horns are rolled up, the fine lines are densely covered, and the half-closed eyes are lifelike. Looking at it from a distance, it faintly forms a condescending look down, making the staring person seem to be being noticed by some great existence.

"God of dwarves!?" Modrian vaguely remembered that it was one of the images of the god of dwarves recorded in ancient books, and it was also the most widely used image for carving.

"Looks like it's in place!"

And the disciples of the shadow stream in front don't care about this. They are the believers of the shadow stream. Only the master of the shadow stream has loyalty and faith. Their fanatical attitude can make them ignore the faint pressure.

Squeak!

With the long friction sound, the thick iron gate's door shaft was slowly pushed, revealing a dim and deep palace.

Then the shadow streamer suddenly widened his pupils, and even the two shadow streamers at the front couldn't help but take a few steps back, and a slight panic appeared.

Corpses, corpses all over the place.

The solemn and solemn palace hall is full of corpses of many races, layer upon layer, as if the passwords are stacked in every corner of the hall.

Occasionally, damaged unknown metals can be seen from the pale and dilapidated bones, and the magical lines are looming. Even the ruthless time has not erased these seemingly extraordinary magical items, but added a bit of eerie horror to the place.

"What's the matter?" Modrian followed from behind, he saw the unease of the shadow streamers.

It's just that when he also saw the corpses in the electrified hall, his eyes tightened instantly, and his white face became even paler.

Even though he had heard about tens of millions of massacres in his previous life, it was far less terrifying than what he had experienced himself.

The picture that cannot be described in words is also the best he has ever seen so far.

It is a terrifying scene, far more terrifying and terrifying than the bloody wars that have been experienced.

The corpses on the ground were piled up in layers, and in the ruthless baptism of time, they turned into skeletons, covering the wide palace hall.

Judging from the size of the skeletons, most of them are ice dwarves, a few are human-like, and a small number of unknown races with huge sizes.

"This is a complete slaughter!" Jie said with certainty.

Based on so many scattered corpses in front of him, he made an estimate in his heart that at least thousands of people had to die to form such a death scene.

Because he had seen such a scene in the war in Ionia, far more than here, those corpses were buried in the Kinuura River in Baloo Province. (Where the Noxian Empire carried out indiscriminate slaughter of Ionia.)

"And someone came here, not long ago!" Zed found traces of strangers, not demons, not undead, but living humans.

The cold figure suddenly turned into a shadow and dissipated, and then appeared on the left path of the palace hall. There was a row of obvious human footprints on the dusty road.

Zed carefully inspected the traces left, and the eyes under the black visor narrowed slightly. "The number of people is about fifteen people, and the direction is behind the palace, which may be the same as our goal."

The goal is the same, is it the abyss passage?

Modrian showed an interesting look. It seems that there were survivors of the battle in the Lakstark Fortress. Otherwise, those people would not know the location of the abyss passage so clearly, and even the traces left by themselves have not been wiped. go.

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