League of Legends Invades Another World

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On December 18, 1458, the year of the starfall calendar, the winter season once again came to the northern part of the Kingdom of Stoke.

The cold winter wind ravaged this bitter and bitter land, but it could not prevent the lively and festive atmosphere from coming, because in less than half a month, it was the glorious festival day.

Every citizen living in the Kingdom of Stoke, whether poor or rich, humble or noble, is preparing for the coming of the New Year's glorious festival. This is the best farewell to the past year. It is also praying that the God of Light can protect them and have a good harvest in the coming year.

The town of Iwendale, which was once a transit farming town, has gradually become a prosperous trading town in the past two years of change and expansion, attracting countless traders and wandering mercenaries.

"Hey, Congreve, this... The town of Ervindale has changed too much!" In front of the towering and majestic city wall, a mercenary in chain armor stared blankly at the crowded and prosperous city in front of him. door, said dumbfounded.

"I remember, just two years ago... yes, two years ago, when I left here, there were only a handful of leather herbal traders, and now..."

"Hahaha, Horace, that's your unlucky." The mercenary man known as Congreve turned his head and said with a smile, his calloused right hand slammed on Horace's shoulder.

"Do you remember the pioneering knight who just came to the town of Ervindale at that time? The rumors are not reliable, he is a very simple guy."

"The development of the town of Ervindale to such a large scale is entirely due to the iron-blooded policy of the pioneering knight, no, it should be the Lord Baron Modrian!" Congreve looked at a row of black knights standing in front of the city gate, He couldn't help swallowing, and the once scarlet memory reappeared in his mind.

"More than a year ago, a concentrated iron ore vein was discovered in the Renwall Mountains, but it attracted the attention of many northern nobles. Guess what the final outcome is?"

The thin and thin Horace rubbed his aching shoulders, then looked up at the indifferent iron-blooded city guards standing in the wall, shook his head helplessly, and was forced to cooperate with Congreve's 'performance'.

"What's the ending!?"

"Hey, the ending is of course that Lord Baron Modrian won. There are rumors that nearly 5,000 people died in the battle outside the town of Ervindale, and it also contained many extraordinary knights and nobles of the kingdom." Kangri The husband slowed down and approached Horace and whispered, with a hint of unspeakable fear in his tone.

"Well, I know, the end must be that Baron Modrian won.... Wait, you mean there was a small war, and 5,000 people died.... That's impossible. ...This is the territory of Stoke Kingdom..." Horace had a casual expression, and when he heard the words of his partner, he couldn't help but question loudly, he knew very well the order and strictness of the kingdom's laws and regulations. .

Congreve saw the people around him staring at this place with watchful eyes, his face changed suddenly, he directly covered Horace's mouth and roared.

"Damn it, Horace, what are you doing, who made you speak so loudly... Get out of here, I don't want to be targeted by the Noxian Imperial cavalry."

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, the two mercenaries quickened their pace and disappeared into the crowded crowd.

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In the bustling and noisy town of Iwendale, neat and clean cyan streets extend in all directions. There are a large number of wandering mercenaries carrying weapons and hordes everywhere. From time to time, there are traders who are constantly looking for business opportunities.

Not only the existence of human merchants, but also other ethnic merchants from countries near the Stoke Kingdom are also trading in this emerging and prosperous town, adding a touch of prosperity.

"Huhu~huhu, don't be so afraid, Congreve, you said it was a rumor, does that Baron Modrian still care?" Horace stood in an alley, panting heavily. Qi said that until now, he still did not believe Congreve's previous words, the law of the kingdom deeply penetrated his soul.

"Rumor? Hey, you bastard assassin, if you hadn't saved Lao Tzu's life, I would have abandoned you at the gate of the city just now and let those cold-blooded guys take you away." Congreve wiped his forehead Sweaty, said with a grim expression.

"If it was really a rumor, I would be so scared! And think about it, in such a trading town like a gold mine, why doesn't any northern noble dare to encroach on this place? And those fine iron ore that are shipped out every day! "

"Because Baron Modrian's illustrious reputation deterred those hypocritical nobles who bullied the soft and feared the hard, the battle in the town of Ervindale more than a year ago directly interrupted their spines and completely shattered their confidence."

"However, this is the territory of the kingdom, how can there be a small-scale war, or a war within itself!"

Horace still had doubts. The memory from two years ago was completely inconsistent with the present. He had also heard of the pioneering knight Modrian. He seemed to be the second son of the Scarlet Viscount, a very mediocre noble young master.

"And, Congreve, why do you know so well?"

"Bah!" Congreve spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and kept his tone as normal as possible.

"Don't you feel the dark tide in Stoke Kingdom now? You are a well-informed assassin." He looked at his partner who was silently bowing his head, his tone trembled slightly, and continued.

"As for why I know

, hehe, because I was once hired by a dead noble to take part in that hellish battle. "

"The goddess of luck favors me, I survived by luck, and now I am a senior mercenary active in the town of Ervindale!"

An atmosphere of silence shrouded the two mercenaries, and both of them were silent one after another, and the cold law of the jungle made them feel powerless.

pat!

The heavy palm slapped Horace's shoulder again, and Congreve's stiff face showed a smile, as if he didn't care about the memory of the past, but the humble fear still remained deep in his pupils.

"Well, these are not things that we lowly mercenaries can consider."

"Come on, I'll show you around what is now the town of Irvingdale, maybe we'll get a free ale."

Raising his head slightly, Horace stared at Congreve's tall figure, his silent face smiled again, he was still concerned about the situation in Stoke Kingdom, and now he was just a wandering mercenary.

There is wine in the present, and he is drunk in the present, and he is worried about tomorrow. He wants to enjoy today's leisure time.

Afterwards, he followed Congreve's footsteps and visited the town of Irvingdale, which had been transformed into a successful iron ore concentrate.

Compared with the large cities and more prosperous trading cities that Horace had traveled through, there is a sense of order that cannot be clearly seen.

Yes, a sense of order!

Everyone in the town of Erwendale, including the rebellious and powerful mercenaries, and the cunning and cheap merchants are all following a certain order, and they dare not step over the mine.

"This is an order forged with blood. You must know that when iron ore concentrates are traded here, dozens of bloody battles take place every day, and deaths are completely flooded inside and outside the town."

"But everything came to an end with the intervention of Baron Modrian. The black cavalry under his command slaughtered countless greedy guys who didn't obey the rules and order."

"Even the great knights in high places are no exception. I have seen with my own eyes the heads of those great men are interspersed with the red-bottomed axe-bladed banner on the wall."

Congreve stopped in front of a deep and silent alley, his face slightly excited.

"Here, Horace, this is the most special place in the town of Ervindale, and it's..." Congreve turned his head and explained to his partner behind him.

"It's also our mercenary's favorite tavern!"

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