League of Legends Invades Another World

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The misty rosy sunset shrouded this boundless wilderness plain, and even the clouds of various shapes and expressions were gradually stained with the poignant sunset brilliance, as if the whole world had fallen into an illusion before night.

Under the setting sun, the game of chasing continued, running at the front, the noble lady riding a white war horse hugged the horse's neck tightly with both hands, her body was pressed against the saddle, and she didn't care about the exposed spring light.

"Save me...Save me...I am a nobleman of the kingdom." After the noble lady saw Modrian's team from a distance, her delicate and charming eyes flashed with desire to drip Tears, with a mournful look of fear and sadness, rushed over.

The eager voice was like issuing some kind of special order. The two knight apprentice guards behind the noble lady suddenly turned their horses and bravely faced the enemy behind them and launched a desperate counterattack!

Click! Click!

The pale red giant sword slashed on the guard's armor, and the burst of life energy easily shredded the solid defense and took away the lives of the two loyal guards.

The sound of the hooves of the chasing horses did not stop, hanging behind the fleeing white warhorses, and gradually approaching the silent formation of pitch-black cavalry.

"Stop advancing!" Vossman raised the heavy lance in his hand and pointed at the aristocratic girl who was approaching with a blank expression. The face like pear blossoms and rain made him not interested.

Is this trying to bring misfortune to the east? Let them face the robbers in the wilderness. Although the strength of those people is not worth mentioning in Wossman's eyes, it does not mean that he wants to help this noble lady, and the Lord Lord's order has not yet been issued. .

"Wait, I'm a mage apprentice, and my father is Viscount Mori of Limontanlu!" Facing the cold-eyed guy, the noble lady beat a drum in her heart, this guy wouldn't really want to kill her, right? ?

Transparent tears fell down her face, and the noble lady accidentally failed to control the reins and fell from the horse's back. The green and yellow grass blades stained the snow-colored skirt and rolled up in folds.

"Mage apprentice, Limontanlu?"

Modrian gently looked at the noble lady who was tragically rolling down the grassland, her delicate and beautiful white face was pitiful, her charming eyes seemed to be begging for something, and the neat snow-colored silk on her body A high-quality long skirt means that this is not an ordinary girl.

What a coincidence of fate!

As if he knew that he lacked a legal professional from an academy faction and needed detailed information about Limontanlu, such a delicate and beautiful girl appeared in front of him.

"Do you know her? Or Viscount Morley?" Modrian smiled and didn't answer, but looked at Horace beside him with interest and asked.

After bowing his head to recall, Horace sorted out his thoughts and said slowly: "Limontanlu does have a Viscount Mori, but he is a court noble whose family has served the Valante family for hundreds of years."

"As for his heirs, this is not very clear, but to say that a daughter who has the talent of a legal professional should have spread to the court noble circles long ago, and even with a little relationship, she can barely be sent to the tower of the Violet Mage. study."

"Really?" When Modrian heard Mage Violet, his expression was a little stunned, and he recovered immediately.

"That means you can't determine the identity of the person in front of you?"

Horace raised his head to look at the robbers in the deserted plains that were getting closer, his face remained calm, and he said respectfully, "Yes, I can't be sure, at least in my memory!"

Chi!

Raise your hand, shake your arm!

The gray-white spear crossed the distance of space, cut clear marks in the transparent air, and then directly pierced the body of the noble lady, and the dark red blood dyed the red snow-colored silk dress along the winding blood groove.

With his legs slightly kicking the scarlet warhorse, Modrian slowly approached the noble lady, quietly looking at the delicate face that was struggling and fearful.

Behind him, Darius and Horace followed, while Vossman on the other side instructed the Trefary Legionnaires to lift their heavy lances.

"You...you...why?" The noble lady raised her arms with difficulty, her delicate eyes widened, and she asked Modrian in fear.

In the dilated pupils is the desire for life. Unlike the knight system and the warrior system, the mage system has tenacious vitality. They focus more on the accumulation of knowledge and spiritual training.

Now, this noble lady is experiencing the silent fear before her death, and her horror and unwillingness are beyond words.

It stands to reason that this kind of heroic rescue of beauty should also appear in these young nobles who have just grown up, have obtained high rights, and feel that they are invincible. It should be foolproof!

However, it has developed to the present, and the plot is somewhat different from the expected plot.

And the price to pay was her life.

"Do you know why?" Modrian looked down at the noble lady, and said lightly, his cold eyes swept over the beautiful woman, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Compared with Miss Angela, your acting is so bad that I can't bear to look directly at you!" (Angina Françoise Jeffrey, the first heir to the Jeffrey family, see 51 for details. chapter.)

"Uh....you?"

Gululu!

The beautiful head rolled down the wild plain with bright red blood, and this noble lady has not had time to leave her own name, so it is gone.

Jade meteorite.

The stagnant atmosphere suddenly surrounded the wilderness, and dozens of cavalry pursuers consciously stopped their steps and looked at the black array on the opposite side.

It was only now that they noticed that something was wrong. It seemed that the group of black cavalry on the opposite side did not feel fear because of the disparate numbers, but more indifference, disregard and indifference to them, life, and everything.

The leader of the chasing cavalry headed slowly forward, looking at Modrian, who was obviously the principal, lowered his stance and said, "Thank you for your help, since the 'fat sheep' has been dealt with, then we leave !"

Modrian half-squinted his eyes, looked at the timid pursuers not far away, and asked softly, "Don't you want the body of this noble lady? Don't you explain the accident this time?"

The sudden question made the leader of the cavalry pursuers not knowing how to answer. Should he send someone to retrieve the headless corpse, or should he leave in a daze?

This is a difficult question to decide!

Slightly lowered his eyes and face, the cavalry leader seemed to be caught in some doubts, but he was silently observing the opponent's strength from the corner of his eyes, and a deadly threat was beating in his soul.

"Is it a difficult choice?" Modrian lightly shook off the blood of the gray-white spear, turned his head and nodded slightly to Vossman.

"Deal with them and continue on your way!"

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