League of Legends Invades Another World

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The morning light is fading, the sparse spring rain is falling, mixed with the cool breeze blowing the lush green grass, and the silent atmosphere envelopes this quiet road.

"Deal?" Modrian repeated the words softly, no emotion could be seen in his dark and deep eyes, and then tilted his head to stare at Horace, his indifferent words echoed.

"Do you think you have any qualifications to negotiate a deal with me now? Just relying on unsubstantiated news?"

The cold drizzle fell on Horace's face, but it was far less cold than the cold in his heart. Modrian's words were like a sharp knife tearing apart the thick shell he disguised.

"However, don't you need detailed information when you go to Limontanlu now? I can provide you with a complete set of information on the aristocratic context." Horace opened his mouth and finally said a little weakly.

"Haha!" Modrian laughed softly, but there was no smile on his calm face, but a sense of distance.

These are all old foxes who learned from that group of nobles. They never put what they need on the table, and deeply hide their demands.

"The charm of the golden shield is enough to win some people's hearts."

"What's more, your information seems to have a delay effect. I think, you should have been away from Limontanlu for more than five years, right? Do you think the intelligence information you have is still accurate?"

"The most important thing is, now that you and I are both, you are a member of the guards of the town of Ervindale, and I, the lord of Valoran!"

The aggressive words were like a never-ending wave hitting Horace's heart. The noble young master who was forced to leave the country didn't seem to know his position.

And what Modrian said now, like a heavy hammer, slammed into his soul, making him overwhelmed.

But the Dale family is one of the top nobles of the Stoke Kingdom after all, and even though he has been away from that central place for a long time, his previous teaching and accumulated lessons have allowed him to quickly position himself.

call!

Horace took a deep breath, raised his eyes again, looked at Modrian in front of him, and looked at the line of black cavalry standing still behind him. He noticed a hidden sense of tyranny and lethality, and the man who always followed Modrian's middle-aged man, a terrifying powerhouse named Darius.

blah blah blah!

The heavy iron boots stepped on the stagnant water, splashing mud and water, and Horace dismounted and stepped forward, looking up at Modrian who was aloof, and then knelt down on one knee.

"Horace Lindbergh Dale, the town guard of Ervindale, see Lord Mordrian!"

The hoarse low roar echoed in the rain curtain, from the slightly trembling words at the beginning to the firm roar at the end, writing Horace's mental journey.

The already fluke mentality was wiped out under the indifference of Modrian, and the experience of these years also made Horace understand a lot of things.

For example, with his talent, there is no hope of revenge, for example, in the cold night, he always recalls the memories of the past, for example, he cannot forget his parents, for example, the unforgettable hatred seems to be getting bleak as time goes by...

He is afraid, he is also afraid, if he forgets the hatred he once had, is he still the Horace Lindbergh Dale who made a scene in Limontanlu?

Many situations are difficult to describe under the changes of the environment, so he came back, from the place where he had fled, and returned to this homeland again.

It's just that everything has changed too fast, and the obscure town (Evendale Town) he fled to has become part of the Valoran Territory, a territory he had never heard of before he left. As for the lord, it was the scarlet one. The descendant of the Viscount, the second son of a noble who was not outstanding in his memory.

But it doesn't matter. After witnessing the horrific battle that took place in the town of Ervindale, he saw the hope of revenge, so he joined the guards and, after gaining some trust, revealed his situation.

It's a pity that things have changed unplanned, and he has to make a choice!

On the other side, Modri, who was sitting on the saddle, quietly watched Horace, who was kneeling on one knee, letting the spring rain to clean up fall on his drooping head and flow down his neck into his clothes.

An extremely unexpected encounter also brought him two different choices!

Accepting Horace means taking over the hatred he bears, the concern of a certain His Royal Highness in the kingdom, and the gain is that he knows nothing about Limontanlu, and he has a good 'tour guide'!

Reject Horace, then today's events must not be leaked, and some insider information will be lost. (Not everything can be bought with a golden shield, just like money is not everything.)

Modrian put his eyes on Gregory and saw the garrison of the town of Ervindale nodded lightly, his eyes revealing a trace of approval for Horace.

"Welcome, the guy from the Dale family, I hope you can bring me some interesting information." Modrian said indifferently, the surging scarlet life energy helped Horace who was on one knee, and then faced Gregory nodded slightly and pulled on the reins.

"Keep going!"

Da da! Da da! Da da!

The dense and neat sound of horse hooves sounded again, and the pitch-black array seemed to shuttle through the rain curtain like a black shadow, rapidly spreading forward.

Seeing this, Horace forcibly suppressed the joy on his face, got on his horse, and caught up with the advancing cavalry formation.

Friends who have been with each other for many years, after nodding hastily, disappeared into the mottled rain curtain.

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Limontanlu, the capital of the Stoke Kingdom.

Its history can be traced back to the beginning of the establishment of the Kingdom of Stoke. It was named by Valante I. The ancient translation is "forever blooming".

Perhaps the previous Limontanlu was a little unknown, but in the invasion war of the Alan Faluo Empire, it resounded in all directions with the strong and bloody name of the Valante family, and successfully attracted the Caladimus Continent in those years. The eyes of many forces.

And standing on the top of Limontanlu is the royal family of the Stoke Kingdom - the Valante family, known as the violet blooming on the sword. The one who picks flowers.

Today, His Majesty the King, Valante V, in the ten-year Great Patriotic War, made this violet bathed in blood to release a different kind of charm, and at the same time forged a splendid name, deterring many forces in the shadows. .

Of course, in addition to the Valante family, there are also many top nobles in Limontan Lune, and they also control the veins of the entire kingdom, forming a chain of interests that has been fixed for hundreds of years.

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