League of Legends Invades Another World

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The fearless and rogue yordle Clay is the embodiment of the will of Noxus, the idol of the imperial soldiers, the time bomb in the eyes of the officers, and the death pawn of the nobles... In short, the halo of Kled There are countless.

There are others, such as "The Great Hussar", "Major-General Sergeant" and "Mountain Admiral", etc., anecdotes of the kind that date back to the earliest days of the Empire.

Back in the days when the Noxian Empire was still in its infancy, it was the time of the expedition against Druneh, and that was the earliest record of Kled's deeds.

The First Legion of the Noxian Empire is trudging through the gray and barren mountains, trying to escape the pursuit of the barbarian tribes. The previous two losses had dampened the morale of the troops, who were also forced to abandon supply lines during the rout, and now they are a week's walk from the nearest outpost.

At that time, the legion was led by a group of clamorous nobles in golden armor. They are more concerned with their appearance and intrigue within their class than their soldiers. To make matters worse, although these commanders are good at assassination and arena combat, they are a complete waste on the real battlefield.

When the barbarians surrounded the remnants of the legion, these hypocritical and cowardly nobles ordered the soldiers to form a circle, delusionally thinking that they could negotiate a ransom to save their lives.

Afterwards, the early morning sun shone on the dark red battlefield, and Kled's mysterious figure appeared on the top of the distant mountains. He rode Skarl, an undead desert dragon lizard.

The solitary rider stood in the saddle, his weapon rusted, his armor tattered, his clothes ragged—but unquenchable anger was surging from his only intact eye.

"I'll give you one last chance, get out of my territory!" Kled shouted a warning at the barbarians, but he didn't wait for them to answer. Kled kicked Skarl violently, and charged with a loud scream.

The soldiers had long since lost their fighting spirit, and only resentment against the nobles remained in their hearts.

However, Kled's frantic suicide charge completely aroused their blood, and a large number of troops followed Kled and Skarl, rushing into the enemy's battle formation.

The bloodiest hand-to-hand battle of the First Corps since its expedition has begun!

The barbarians and Noxians fought fiercely on this battlefield, and the barbarians, who had an advantage in numbers, organized their manpower to attack the flanks of the Noxus Legion, and then more troops began to join in, blood stained red ground,

The situation on the battlefield took a turn for the worse for Noxus, and the timid Skarl was startled, left Kled and fled into the distance. The Noxian soldiers also began to hesitate. But in the middle of the battlefield, Kled was still slashing left and right, punching and kicking in the blood and blood, and he had no intention of retreating.

Crazy and violent, Kled is in a frenzy, eager to slay his enemies.

Enemy corpses piled up around Kled, his clothes soaked with blood. Although he saw blood with every swing of his axe, the endless crowd of barbarians kept him back. However, the harsh insults in his mouth did not weaken, but became more high-pitched, desperate to provoke his opponent. Obviously, the yordles were planning to die here.

There is no difference between courage and cowardice, and both will spread like the plague. Seeing Kled's determination to fight so hard, the Noxian soldiers stepped up one after another, and even Skar stopped and looked back to watch the last desperate battle of the Legion.

The Noxian line was quickly broken, and several times the number of enemies pushed Kled to the ground.

At this point, the dragon lizard Skarl rejoined the fray in triumph, attacking from behind the barbarian. It roared shrilly, ripped open a slit in the meat grinder-like sword, and saved its master. When Kled mounts again, he's completely transformed into a horrific whirlwind of death.

The next thing became a gorgeous stage for Kled and Skarl, staged scene after scene of brutal bloody killing.

Victory came in the end, and although the surviving Noxians were few, they still won the battle. The Drune tribes were defeated, and their lands were included in the Empire. The corpses of the nobles, along with their golden armor, were never seen again.

Many sergeants say that Kled has been involved in every campaign the Legion has ever waged, "earned" every title in the Army, and has never been sidelined by a single battle.

While rumors are never entirely credible, at least one thing is indisputable: as long as Kled rushes into battle on a timid Skarl, he fights to keep what he has...or to steal what he wants. everything you want.

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"Huh, who would have imagined that the seemingly funny Kled has such great achievements!" Modrian secretly praised, even most Noxians themselves admit that Kled the yordle is the will of Noxus Avatar.

"Expand the territory of the Noxian Empire and defeat one enemy after another!"

Even if his status is not comparable to the three members of the Trifali Council, he is not far behind, at least aside from Darius, he is the most popular hero among the common soldiers of the Empire.

Gently stroking the red and green cards, Modrian's mouth filled with a smile, and another Noxian hero was about to be summoned.

Wait, Modrian's eyes flickered, thinking of something interesting, Kled seems to be the third hero under his command who belongs to the yordle? !

However, compared to those lovely yordles, how is Kled?

Nor is it that moral guides usually point to a kind and benevolent guy, he's more of a mad bloodthirsty war madman.

"At least it is in line with the dark tide storm that is about to sweep!"

[Summon: Furious Knight Kled! 】

Click!

The weird red and green cards shattered, forming two ink-like red and green lines, slowly depicting a twisted, eccentric hexagram magic circle on the top of the tower.

Da da! Da da da! clatter!

Bright red and green energy ran through the six-pointed star formation, and a strange and chaotic sound rang out. The first to walk out of the formation was a desert dragon lizard, standing on two hind legs, and a pair of forelimbs in the shape of ears hung listlessly on either side of his head. Like a butler who accidentally dipped his finger into hot soup.

It first carefully watched the situation around the circle, turning its dark pupils, and showing a timid expression after seeing Modrian, its body could not help but retreat slightly.

"Hey, Skarl, what are you afraid of? That's our Lord!"

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One day in the northern plains, the blades of grass were like halberds, the wind was cold, and those who trespassed died. - Klay: Reunion!

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