League of Legends Invades Another World

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The golden brilliance permeated this heavy and solemn palace. Modrian looked at the surrounding buildings. There were not too many decorative colors. The pure black tone, coupled with the rough style, was indeed in line with the vision of the ice dwarves.

Then he stared at the corpses in the dense hall, thinking that the cold aura of the deceased before coming here should have come from this. This is at least good news for him, at least he doesn't need to worry too much about the existence of the so-called undead.

With a wave of his hand, the Shadow Streamer continued to explore, followed by Modrian and Poppy, entering the path on the left side of the palace.

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"This voice.... someone is coming!"

Philan Ballas retracted his gaze towards the Iron Throne and looked at the palace trail on the other side. The face under the blue visor was a little surprised. He did not expect to meet other teams in this ice fortress.

"How is that possible!" Kitty Daller beside him said in surprise, and then he realized that he had lost his way and regained his hypocritical smile, but his heart was filled with waves.

A very unexpected result, except for the surviving ice and snow dwarves, there are still people who know the existence of Laxstark Fortress. It seems that the information obtained by the torturers in the torture center is not accurate. (The Torture Center is a subordinate agency of the Military Intelligence Department of the Ai Lan Faluo Empire.)

"Sorry, Your Majesty Phelan, I lost my way." Kitty said with a slight bow, then turned to look at the place where Phelan's eyes were pointing, where there were slight footsteps.

"Warning!" The cold voice echoed, Feilan frowned slightly, and her brown eyes locked the entrance.

After receiving the order, the heavy armored knight belonging to the Temple of Ice and Snow stepped forward with a shield and a sharp edge. The icy blue brilliance circulated on the surface of the heavy armor, and the cold aura slowly enveloped the hall.

As the chief officer of the Military Intelligence Division, Kitty also waved his hand decisively. The military intelligence elites who were proficient in assassination dispersed, and a small blue crossbow appeared in his hand. It was a blue devil crossbow carefully crafted by goblin craftsmen. , the lethality is amazing.

In the dark and dark palace path, Modrian and the others are walking slowly, the golden light shines on the darkness, and the illusory light at the end of the road can be vaguely seen.

With the end of the road, as soon as Modrian left the intersection, he found the blue team watching them vigilantly not far away. Sen Han's breath reminded him of the breath of the dead he had experienced before.

Just feeling the surging life energy, his face suddenly became solemn. Those knights in blue heavy armor were all extraordinary knights, especially the tall heavy armored knight in the center of the formation, which made him feel deadly. sense of danger.

In addition to these, there are also the guys who spread the blue bows and crossbows, and they are not simple characters, at least those bows and crossbows flash with a faint magical brilliance.

After the two teams met, they were looking at each other, and their inner thoughts had nothing to gain. Taking this opportunity, Modrian quietly observed the surrounding environment.

Compared to the dignified and solemn palace hall outside, this place looks a little more ordinary. The gray-black inner hall is dilapidated, and there are residual battle marks everywhere, even......

Modrian looked up at the sky and could vaguely see the world of shadows. The roof of the inner hall was completely pierced in the battle hundreds of years ago.

He had only seen traces of such a high-intensity battle on the undead god of war Sion, or in the Battle of Aaronther Hills, where Sion showed himself as the most tyrannical weapon of the Noxian Empire.

Looking forward, Modrian saw at the end of the inner hall, a steel throne standing on a three-meter-high stone platform.

The hammer-shaped building behind the throne collapsed, scattered gray-black stones were piled on one side, and a little dust stained the back of the throne.

The most attracting attention is the dwarf sitting on the steel throne with his head lowered, and the blood-red magic circle engraved on the three-meter-high gray-white stone platform.

The damaged armor covered the strong body of the dwarf, and the detailed texture engraved on the armor was cumbersome and mysterious. At the same time, there was a silver crown on the top of the head, exuding a faint silver-gray brilliance. It is amazing that the equipment is so gorgeous, But the hands are empty.

Modrian looked down and placed it on the stone platform that was almost covered with blood-red lines. It seemed to be sealing something, but he could not perceive it, but he could vaguely feel the inexplicable restlessness and panic that came from it.

Some familiar feeling, once experienced in the Renwall Mountains, as if the evil chaotic whispers murmured in the ears.

very similar!

"It's really strong negative energy!" I don't know when, Jie has put down his hands on his chest, and his eyes are locked on the blood-red magic circle.

Shadow power itself is a negative energy, which helps Zed discern the nature of the energy within the seal.

"If the guess is good, there should be the place where the abyss passage is sealed, full of temptation and tyranny, and a trace of...that dwarf!"

After listening to Zed's analysis, Modrian's expression on his fair face became more and more solemn, and he said, "This is where Master Noel is instructing, and I can never be wrong. It's just..."

He turned his attention to the blue team not far away, the standard armor he had never seen before, the unfamiliar atmosphere, and how did the other party enter the Laxstark Fortress?

The situation became more and more tense when both sides were suspicious and vigilant, and it almost reached a situation that was about to explode. (Encountered in an empty fortress, anyone can change it

Hostile to teams that appear out of nowhere. )

However, at this moment, there was a sound of smashing armor colliding, and the source was the Iron Throne.

The pressing situation suddenly dissipated, and both sides focused on the Iron Throne at the same time.

As the aborigines of the Caladimus continent, as a human race, they have a natural hostile relationship with the abyss, not to mention the inexplicable existence.

The blood-red magic circle covered with gray-white stone platforms began to tremble faintly, and the dwarf sitting on the throne was waking up.

"Human nobles? Templars of the temple? I smell the smell of blood!" A strange voice full of temptation sounded in the inner hall.

Modrian's expression changed immediately, and he felt a sense of deception from his soul suddenly appear, making him inexplicably want to get close to the Iron Throne.

boom!

Poppy smashed the hammer of Oren to the black ground, the roaring sound dispelled the tempting sound, and the golden brilliance of [Resolute Demeanor] spread violently, purging the faint black energy hidden in the air, and at the same time. Awaken Modrian and the Shadowstreamers.

On the other side, a dark blue brilliance bloomed in the inner hall like frost, ice ridges slowly appeared in the corner of the damaged building, and the air began to be filled with a white chill.

"Huh!? The power of ice and snow!"

"And a dwarf? A dwarf?"

"But don't worry about these, anyway, it will become my blood food after breaking the seal, replenishing the energy consumed." The strange and seductive voice sounded again, but this time it was accompanied by another deep voice of virtual flesh.

"Leave...here...the abyss passage...the seal...to... be broken!"

The dwarf sitting quietly on the Iron Throne slowly raised his head, his bearded face was a bit terrifying, half normal, but half painted with blood-red lines.

It is exactly the same as the blood-red magic circle on which the king sat on the gray-white stone platform!

Modrian's eyes were tightly locked on the dwarf on the throne, because that face was very similar to the one in the message picture that Master Noel had passed on to him.

The guy named "Saint"!

Stephen St Rupert Garcia!

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