League of Legends Invades Another World

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The dilapidated magic lamp hung on the top of the tent, dazzling slightly, and the rich smell of blood filled the air with a hint of stench.

Crunch! Crunch!

After Habakak finished eating the flesh and blood, he spat out a little bit of broken bones, then threw away the blood-stained bones that he was holding in his hands, and then stepped on his right foot wearing iron boots, and the bones cracked.

The magic light was a bit dazzling. He looked up at the flickering brilliance, with a grim smile filling the corner of his mouth, and then turned to look at the shadow in the corner, with cruelty in his dark green eyes.

"Since you're here, why hide your head and show your feet!"

"Chief Habakkake, good night!" The subtle spell fluctuations dissipated, and a hunched figure turned towards the gnoll chief and asked respectfully.

The color of surprise disappeared in a flash, and Habakkake did not expect that the other party would know him, and there was an expression of interest in his eyes.

"The lobbyist at Edalas? Is there something wrong?"

"No, I'm not a lobbyist in Edalas City, I just want to tell you the origin of the human heavy cavalry and the news of a concentrated iron ore vein."

"Haha! Haha!" The loud laughter sounded, Habakak looked at the stern figure wrapped in front of him, and a faint pressure of life energy emerged.

"Very interesting news, if I can keep you, can I get more?"

Roar!

The inexplicable wolf howls echoed in the tent, the slightest frost condensed on the items everywhere, and the energy in the air was like waves, dispelling the faint pressure.

"So now, do you think you can keep me?" The old and solemn voice echoed in the ears of the Gnoll Chief, causing bursts of qi and blood to roll.

"Blood Warlock!?" Habakkak's face suddenly became solemn. He didn't expect that the one who sneaked into the camp in front of him would be a noble Blood Warlock.

Regardless of any race, as a legal professional, knowledge is the foundation. They usually hold high positions within the race. Maybe human beings are different, but a legal professional is definitely a guest of the nobles.

The bloodline warlocks are the best among the legal professions. They are born with the ability to cast spells. They don’t have a mentor, do not need a spell book, and do not need to undergo rigorous training. They can rely on pure bloodline power and willpower. Leverage the elemental energy between heaven and earth.

"Then, please tell me the news, Your Excellency." Habakkak sat upright and looked squarely at the mysterious bloodline warlock in front of him.

"Valoran Territory, the human heavy cavalry is from Valoran Territory, and the iron concentrate is also in Valoran Territory!" The old voice sounded again, but if you listened carefully, you could faintly hear some helplessness.

Valoran collar! ?

Habakak looked a little puzzled. Before looting Blackwood Province and Silverpine Province, the Kerker tribe had given him some relevant news, among them the Valoran Territory.

He couldn't understand why a baron's territory would have such a powerful heavy cavalry, and could even hold such an important material as a concentrated iron ore vein.

When he looked back again and wanted to continue to ask, he found that there was still the shadow of the bloodline warlock in the tent, and his sinister face showed a thoughtful look.

"Edalas City, Valoran leader! It's interesting to attract disasters to the east!"

He knew that Valoran Territory must be difficult to do, otherwise the other party would not have proposed it so clearly, but what he was seeking was not territory, but the human heavy cavalry.

If the heavy cavalry is not destroyed, the Gnoll Legion will not leave the Silverpine Province intact. If the territory is invaded, what will you do?

"I'm looking forward to the collision with you. What kind of confidence does it have to make you less than 2,000 people dare to face my legion!"

......................

Harriman Castle, an aristocratic castle that is biased towards the style of a military fortress, has a heavy and ancient atmosphere lingering on the towering gray city walls. The vigilant noble guards stand on the wall, and the sharp blades in their hands reflect the scattered moonlight.

Perhaps it was because of hearing about the gnoll attack, the atmosphere of the entire castle was solemn and cold, and faint patterns of magic could be seen emerging from the city walls.

In the splendid main hall, soft piano music reverberated. In the center of the dance floor, there were many young nobles dancing gracefully. What a gentle scene, the atmosphere of high society can be seen at a glance.

Viscount Rockefeller stood by the window of the private room, looking down at the elegant banquet below with a contented expression.

"The Harriman family will always be the Harriman family! It will not change its status because of the rise of other nobles in the Northland."

"Do you think so? Uncle Atley." Rockefeller looked at the silver-haired old man who returned behind him, and said with a slight smile.

"Yes, the Harriman family will always stand." Butler Atley lowered his head slightly and said respectfully, but there was a faint worry in the depths of his eyes.

"I have completed the task you gave me, it depends on the choice of the Gnoll Legion."

"Those orcs and beasts will make the most correct choice, and Edalas City will not be so easy to break." Rockefeller raised the wine glass on the mahogany shelf on the right, and the rippling drink reflected a happy expression.

"I'll go down and talk to my friends. Please Uncle Atley pay attention to the movement over the city wall."

Butler Atley watched Rockefeller disappear into the room, his deep eyes filled with helplessness, and finally turned into a sigh.

As the chief steward of the Harriman family, he shouldn't have cared about these things, but Rockefeller's performance and the silence of the Valoran collar made him worry a lot.

"Master Raphael, I don't know your choice

is it right or not. "

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The sky is not yet fully bright, and a touch of night is far away in the sky, the white moon wheel is faintly hanging, and the dim starlight dots the gray sky.

Somewhere on the hill, Kled and Skar were sleeping soundly with each other, and the flowing saliva dripped on the neck of the dragon lizard, causing Skar to shake his body from time to time.

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The sound of hooves resounded like a torrential rain, awakening the yordle, rubbing his eyes with both hands, he saw the person coming, and complained: "Little guy, what are you doing? The sky is still dark."

"Lord Kled, the Gnoll Legion has moved, and the exact whereabouts are unknown." Gregory dismounted and bowed, his hard face filled with a solemn expression.

"???" Klie was a little confused at first, but he quickly realized that these feral orcs actually gave up the food they had in their mouths and chose their targets again?

"Go, release the scouts, and you must know their next move." Klie had a bad premonition, this was his intuition that he would never die, something bad was about to happen.

A day later, at the heights of the gentle road, Kled looked at the gnoll army that was moving rapidly not far away, his face as black as a pot.

"Damn, these guys are targeting Valoran Land!"

If it wasn't clear when they first followed, but now, there is only one territory the Gnoll Legion is following, the Valoran Territory, then everything is obvious.

"Should we send someone to the town of Ervindale to inform us?" Gregory said with the same expression of helplessness, the Gnoll Legion was forcing them to make a choice.

Is it a frontal collision? Or slowly nibble until the Gnoll Legion invades Valoran?

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