League of Legends Invades Another World

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Lloyd Craigie Valante!

The ruler of the supreme kingship of the Kingdom of Stoke, and the master of the Palace of Valente.

Since Lloyd's accession to the throne, the Kingdom of Stoke has regained the glory of a powerful country that was once buried in the long river of history. The politics of iron and blood, coupled with the support of the meritorious nobles, the Valent V, who was in his prime, set off the kingdom from Reforms from the inside out, the prosperity of the economy, and the growth of military power, the hideous fangs are looming.

However, all changes are in the eyes of the Ai Lan Faluo Empire. The soaring eagle cannot allow the fat in its mouth to run away by itself, and the empire's military expedition begins.

Uncertain fate, weaving a magnificent movement.

The violets that bloom on the blood sting the eagle's claws with their thorny stems, and even swipe their bodies along their shiny feathers, leaving deep marks.

Then, the prestige of Valante V shocked the northern region of the Kalademos continent, and even the legendary king would have to lower his eyebrows in front of him.

………………

The dim brilliance reflected slightly on the wrinkled face of the old man, and there was endless lament in the turbid eyes, trembling hands stretched forward, trying to open the curtain woven by blood-colored spider silk.

"Of course, your name will be engraved with history, and even arrogant bards will praise your deeds." Jasper looked at His Majesty the old king in front of him, and said softly, a trace of pain appeared in his calm pupils.

Everything in the world is fair and no one can escape.

In that bloody Great Patriotic War, countless soldiers fought endlessly, countless nobles shed their glorious blood, and His Majesty Lloyd also gave something unimaginable to ordinary people.

Whoa!

The golden red curtain slid to the sides, the gloomy weather and the depressing atmosphere covered Limontanlu at the moment.

Lloyd stared silently at the scene of the field of vision, his pale face flushed, and he said tremblingly, "But it seems that someone has forgotten my name!?"

"The abyss, the temple, have these guys started to act openly in Limontanlu? Especially the dirty and shameless guys in the abyss, they won't rashly join this cake-splitting banquet if they don't have enough interests."

Cough cough! Cough cough! Cough cough!

A violent cough sounded, as if he had said too many words in one breath, Lloyd couldn't help covering his mouth and coughed dryly.

Putting his arms down, out of the corner of Lloyd's eyes, he saw a little blood flow down the gaps of his fingers, dyeing his palms red, and dyeing red and white sleeves.

Jasper lowered his eyelids, ignoring the bright bloodstain, and replied respectfully: "Yes, just last night, the guy from the shadow side Scripps forcibly shot with the devil blood as the world coordinate, and in the end there was no It's back."

"Oh? Who is the target?" Lloyd raised his brows slightly. After gently wiping the blood from his palms, he turned his head to look at Jasper, with a hint of interest in his cloudy eyes.

"Modrian Perris, the second son of that guy Brook, a very good real power baron, whose territory is near the Renwall Mountains." Jasper had already investigated Modrian's background, and at the end of the report , record such a sentence.

"There is a high probability that there is a legendary king standing behind him."

"Huh?" Lloyd was startled and seemed to recall something. After frowning and thinking, he slowly said, "Is it the one Guy recommended more than two years ago?"

"Yes." Jasper replied, and he was also impressed by this, saying that he killed many wolf thieves in the northern part of the kingdom. In fact, according to the investigation, it was the conflict and hatred generated by the Jeffrey family.

"However, according to the intelligence source, Modrian seems to be inseparable from His Royal Highness Guy, and the two basically did not contact each other after entering Limontanlu."

Hearing this, Lloyd fell into silence, his turbid eyes gradually became clear, and some memories of Guy poured into his mind along with his thoughts, evoking emotions that he thought had disappeared.

"Ha, before the end of life, it is really inexplicable irony to have such emotions." Lloyd looked at Limontanlu under the gloomy sky and said with a self-mockery.

"Guy, this kingdom is terminally ill. Even the reforms I insisted on at the beginning cannot change the root of the rot. Only the cleansing of the war can see the dawn."

Lloyd turned slightly and stared at the old friend in front of him, who had always followed Jasper by his side since he became His Royal Highness.

"Send out all Yinhua and Eclipse members. I hope to control any troubles in Limontanlu before the noble council is held."

"In addition, issued an order, Guy left the Gate of Sorrow privately and was banned for four days!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The dim light fell, and Jasper seemed to be plunged into darkness, a black and white dress looming in the void, with golden lines dotted with shadows.

The four-day ban means that His Royal Highness Guy has lost the opportunity to participate in the noble council. Those few followers and speculators will thoroughly clean up the hidden opponents at that moment. (Three days later, the noble council officially convened. )

"This is my kingdom!" Lloyd breathed a sigh of relief, his clear eyes seemed to penetrate the space, looking down from the distant sky, the vast territory of Stoke Kingdom had a panoramic view.

"Even if I'm too weak, even if I can't see human nature, even if I've reached the end of my life!"

"But I, Lloyd Craigie Valante, remain King of Stoke, and no one dares to reject my will."

Lloyd lowered his eyes and saw the shriveled shape of himself from the smooth and neat marble floor.

Himself, a cold smile spread from the corner of his mouth to his wrinkled face, slightly pulling out an illusory shadow of a beast.

………………

Limontanlu, ghetto.

Compared with the bustling commercial area and the quiet and elegant noble area, this place is full of unpleasant stench, discarded rubbish can be seen everywhere in the dirty alleys, and numb people collapsed on the roadside, empty eyes. There is no color in the eyes, and the ordinary life has long lost hope.

These poor people are like puppets, begging to survive every day, even as hunger devours their bodies, they remain indifferent, waiting for the next food to be thrown by the well-wishers.

Somewhere in a dilapidated courtyard that was cleaned and washed, thick black cloth was placed on the four corners, surrounding the walls of the room, and the gloomy and dim light penetrated into it, revealing a strange and unpredictable scene.

In the center of the courtyard is a square altar, and the faint white flame spreads heat around it with a hint of scorching heat.

Below the altar, there are hundreds of people in black robes, they are standing scattered, their faces are covered with black hoods, they are silent, only the twisted double-headed snake ring on the left hand seems to be able to explain their identities, vaguely In between, the crimson snake core swallowed black mist.

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