League of Legends Invades Another World

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On the top floor of the mage tower engraved with purple patterns, an old mage with a white beard mopping the floor watched with interest the young man in front of the door who was saluting respectfully, with ripples in his turbid eyes.

"Huh? Interesting use of spells...Wood spells? Matching objects....to form specific spell effects...Well, more than that, it seems to be more complicated than alchemy?"

The old voice echoed in the top-floor room, and the faint energy fluctuations led some precious extraordinary materials. In a specific space, they collided, annihilated, and blended to create a strange picture.

"As expected, is it new spell research?"

Failure was expected, the old white-bearded mage shook his head slightly, stretched out his right hand and pointed at the scroll on the wooden table, the thin line spread out, and the scroll opened, he carefully browsed the magic images stored on it.

"Modrian Perris, Baron of the Kingdom, Lord of Valoran, um, it's him, a very interesting little guy."

"Unfortunately, I was stared at by those distorted shadows! I am still very interested in those spell research!"

Interest and help are two different things. With his current status, when the storm gathers here, the impact is unpredictable.

And according to his promise, he could not intervene in the battle of each highness of the Valante family.

Snapped!

The magic image dissipated and the scroll fell to the ground. I don't know when, the white-bearded old mage fell asleep, and a slight snoring sounded slowly.

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The red sun of red flames hangs in the blue sky, and the vertical sunlight penetrates through the cicada-like clouds, shrouding Limontanlu, bringing the warmth of the spring sun.

The Temple of Power, which is located in the southeast area, fell into a solemn atmosphere, and a little bit of sunlight shone on the building complex, reflecting a faint golden glow.

In the main shrine, the statue of the God of Strength stands in the very center, with the right hand on the chest, the left hand holding the long sword around the waist tightly, a golden armor covering the whole body, reflecting the spring sunshine, it looks extraordinarily luxurious.

Under the golden light, the head of the statue was slightly tilted to the left, and it seemed to face the world with its left face, vaguely blurred. In fact, the faces of the gods were never peekable by mortals.

From the sound of prayer, there is a divine light radiating from the statue, gentle and not dazzling, with a touch of comfort, which can heal all pains.

Cardinal Agnes knelt down on the ground, his golden red cloak dragged to the ground, his hands clasped together, resting on his forehead, chanting words in his mouth and praying, his expression focused and pious.

Crunch!

The gate of the temple was pushed open, and a knight in silver-gray armor strode forward. After hearing the prayer, he stopped silently, and half-knelt on the ground with a pious expression.

"Is something wrong? Pollit." Hearing the prayer, Agnes still kept her hands together and said without looking back.

"The group of shadow demons are crazy, they want to sacrifice directly in broad daylight, and summon the world of shadows to come." Pollit first saluted the statue of the God of Power, and then said in a low voice.

"Sacrifice? What's the matter, this is Limontanlu, is there no one to stop them?" Agnes stood up from the ground, her calm eyes like a sea of ​​clouds surging.

"This is also a strange place for me. The place of sacrifice is near the Cecil Arena, and the Cecil family allowed that group of lunatics to enter their control area." Pollit lowered his head and said respectfully.

The faint fluctuations of divine power caused the energy fluctuations, Agnes closed her eyes and concentrated, silently watching the Cecil Arena with the power of the idol. (In the shrouded area of ​​the Violet Mage Tower, the legendary Agnes is closely monitored.)

"It turned out to be His Highness Saroyan, give up the surveillance, don't let people misunderstand that the Temple of Power also wants to participate." Agnes opened her eyes, and the golden divine brilliance flashed in her pupils.

"Yes, Your Majesty Agnes."

Polite bowed in response, and then turned and left quite simply. In the Temple of Power in Stoke Kingdom, the order under the crown of Agnes was equivalent to the order of God, and no one would choose to disobey.

"The battle for the throne has not yet begun. Is this an appetizer served in advance?"

Agnes's prayer sounded again, still a prayer praising the god of power, but it echoed in the hall of the main temple like Hong Zhong Dalu, layers of sacred light slowly emerged, and the standing figure turned into pure white and blue. Whale, fully absorbing the materialized divine light.

Gradually, in the hazy brilliance, as if it was an illusion, a tall armored figure with majestic eyes stood where Agnes was.

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Cecil Arena, inside the secret room on the third floor.

Saroyan looked down at the noisy and bloody arena, with a little bit of inexplicable madness on his feminine face. "Betsymer, are you ready over there?"

"Of course, the Cecil family is here for you!" Bessemer stood quietly behind him, his calm face without emotion, guarding Saroyan like a machine.

"So you guys? Lord Priest Orcas!" Saroyan turned his head to stare at the shadow standing in the shadow on the left, as if he wanted to see through the dark cloak.

"It is already ready, and the shadow will come." The low voice was like the neighing of a poisonous snake, piercing and restless, with a bloody undertone.

boom!

Blazing white flames with unparalleled scorching heat in the arena

It was the flame of victory that represented the victor, and the surging heat wave almost overturned the roof of the arena.

Beside the bloody gladiatorial cage, thousands of mad people were shouting loudly, venting their fullness of reality and their accumulated desires that could not be released.

Life is full of life. At this moment, the Cecil Arena staged a scene of sinking, and a faint invisible black mist filled the air, and was immediately attracted by a certain place.

"Let's begin, this feast I carefully prepared, it's time for those who underestimated me to face my existence!"

The dark lines were engraved on the corners of his eyes, which made Saroyan look a little weird at the moment. In the vagueness, dark blue scales emerged on the surface of the skin, and the savage aura slowly rose.

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Da da! Da da!

Modrian walked in the alley with heavy steps, and he has maintained this state since he left the Violet Mage Tower.

This trip to Limontanlu, what is his real appeal? For His Royal Highness Guy? Bullshit, forced to join, even if the reward is compensated, it can't stop his disgust.

King's seat? Sorry, for him, he would rather be an obscure lord, living in those snow-covered mountains.

"Actually, my wish is very simple. I just want to live in peace and stability, and take a look at the mountain scenery of the Caladimus Continent!"

"Unfortunately, there are always people who want to oppose me, and there are always people who want me to be a dog and go crazy and bite people!" Modrian half-squinted his eyes, a bloodthirsty madness appeared in his pupils, he didn't want to endure, he didn't want to Being watched all the time.

Especially now, he felt a strange breath in the quiet alley. He should have felt it earlier, but inexplicable thoughts troubled him.

He tilted his head to look at Darius beside him, and after seeing the casual nod, Modrian continued to walk towards the place where he lived.

The door slammed open, and Modrian had just stepped into the courtyard when an unexpected look appeared on his face.

The scenery in the courtyard is still the same, the ground is still the ground, the flowers and plants are still flowers and plants, and the corridor is still a corridor, but there are no other colors, only black and white are intertwined.

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