League of Legends Invades Another World

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In the bitter cold north, the pace of the winter season is much more anxious than in previous years. The flying snowflakes dance lightly, and the Yushu Yinlou shines together, covering up the colorful life.

The Valoran collar, who was caught in the world of ice and snow, set off a fiery atmosphere in winter after a caravan with blue eagle flags entered, and the quiet life also began to ripple.

The sudden appearance of the Ailan Faluo Imperial Caravan not only changed the predicament in the Valoran territory, but also stirred the uncontrollable restlessness of the surrounding forces, and there was a turbulent dark tide in the Valoran territory. surge.

The snowflakes swiftly drifted into the distance, fell on the city of Edalas, fell on the Harriman family, and even more, with the pace of winter, blowing to the Valente Palace in Limontanlu, blowing to the iron of the Yellow Sand Plain. Cast fortress.

The looming locks quietly disappeared in this snowflake, leaving behind a cold and stiff heart.

Boo! Boo!

The ear-piercing screaming of eagles echoed in the sky above Lakstark Fortress, and slender silver-white silhouettes shuttled through the snowflake clouds, and then hovered in the sky, rolling up a faint howling wind.

In the soaring master bedroom, a crimson fireplace burns charcoal, bringing warmth to the room.

Modrian stood alone at the window, looking at the ice and snow scenery in the fortress. After dealing with a lot of affairs, it was time to soothe his physical and mental fatigue, and he could not always be in a state of high load.

Immediately, he seemed to remember something, the dark green data stream surged in his pupils, and the frame of the countdown was clearly visible.

[Countdown: 99 days, 17:29:45! 】

"Is there still such a long time? The system has been away for more than 200 days. Think about it." Modrian thought unconsciously, looking a little nostalgic.

After the system was updated, he would observe frequently in the first few days, and only after he got used to it, would he occasionally call out the system's countdown interface.

"I don't know what this update will be?"

"The shackles of fate, breaking the established fate, is really curious!"

The buildings outside the window are reflected in the ecstatic eyes, covered with pure white ice and snow. Although there are no colorful colors, it has a fresh and pure style.

In the shadow of the fireplace, a figure gradually solidified, moved lightly, and appeared on the edge of the casement.

"Lambert of the Harriman family asks to see you." Zedou said softly, standing still.

"Lambert?" Modrian returned to his senses and repeated, with a flash of memory on his face.

The former friends went to different paths because of the family's choice. It is a pity to say that the friendship between the two has ended after that banquet.

And Lambert's intention to come this time is easy to guess. The economic blockade against the Valoran Territory is about to be broken, so it is normal for any noble to make a choice for the benefit.

"Do you promise to tell the conspirators behind?" Modrian looked at the sky where snowflakes fluttered, and the clouds were changing.

This is not the first time he has met Lambert. He has met once after the economic blockade. He wants to ease the relationship between the current Harriman family and Modrian, and thus provide some trade support.

At that time, Modrian also considered agreeing to Lambert, with only one condition. He hoped that Lambert would hand over the conspirators who informed Valoran of the news when the gnolls plundered.

However, the negotiation failed.

Lambert immediately did not know that there was a conspirator behind it, and wanted to go back to investigate the situation. At the same time, he also hoped that Modrian could give some evidence.

"No promise." Zed replied. "In addition, according to the shadow streamer information, the conspirators hidden behind the scenes may be from the Harriman family."

A gentle smile suddenly appeared on Modrian's face, mixed with a hint of coldness. He turned his head to look at Zed beside him, and said softly: "It's very interesting, I hope to know the conspirators behind it as soon as possible."

"Also, refuse to meet Lambert."

"Yes!" The shadow melted, and Zed's figure disappeared from the room.

The warm heat still filled the room, Modrian leaned against the wall, and he had some guesses in his heart, who would make the Harriman family so concerned.

At the crossroads of fate, everyone chooses a different path.

In the battle for the throne, the Harriman family chose Guy, but then betrayed Modrian and placed it on the surface of the nobles of Limontanlu, attracting the attention of many great nobles for their silent calculations. everything.

Who would have thought that Modrian would show terrifying strength, and that there would be a legend behind him silently.

regret? regret?

Modrian tore the face of the hypocritical aristocrat and even refused Guy's call.

Noble title? He is not rare. territory? All developed by him.

"Trade blockade? I'm curious whether your current expressions are like the clouds outside, changeable." Modrian murmured softly, full of sarcasm.

The cold wind whistled in the sky, rolling up large wet snowflakes and slapping everything in the mountain range. The extreme low temperature solidified transparent and hard ice edges on the branches and tree crowns.

At the foot of the mountain of Fort Dive, there is a noble team waiting. The luxurious and elegant carriage stands in the snow, and the subtle magic fluctuations disperse the falling snow.

"It seems that this is another rejection?"

Inside the carriage, a constant temperature magic circle controls the temperature. A handsome brown-haired youth sits upright, with a silver-haired old man in front of him.

"

Yes, Mr. Lambert, our request has been denied by Fort Dover. Butler Atley said in a condensed voice, with a hint of anger on his wrinkled face, which was disrespectful to the Harriman family.

"Forget it, Grandpa Atley, since Baron Modrian doesn't see me, let's go." Lambert waved his hand gently, his tone full of bitterness.

In just a few short years, the identity gap between the two was obvious.

baron?

No one would care about the title of the title. What they really depended on was their own strength, and the strength displayed by the Valoran leader shocked the Harriman family.

As for the original choice, who knows that it was just a test, but it developed into a so-called conspiracy theory.

You can only blame yourself. The choice made by the Harriman family was wrong.

"Master Lambert, if the Valoran leader insists on pursuing the so-called conspirators, should we explain to His Majesty in advance, lest..."

"Well, I see. After I go back, I will discuss it with grandpa carefully."

The sound of the carriage was long, leaving clear car marks, and along with the flakes of snow, it disappeared into the vast world of ice and snow.

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The pace of winter is moving forward, and the glorious festival day of 1460 of the Starfall Calendar is quietly approaching.

Before leaving, the bloated caravan of the Barras family injected a booster into the Valoran Territory. The bustling and noisy atmosphere filled the territory, and the merchants in various towns also ushered in the rich rewards of the new year.

The icy and hard roads have scouts galloping, passing the amnesty decree issued by the owner of the territory, Baron Mordrian.

Exempt from all taxes during the prosperous spring season in the territory!

In order to transmit the decree to the area to which the Valoran Territory belongs as soon as possible, Modrian directly arranged for the Demacian Dragon Bird Knights to soar over the territory and act as messengers and scouts.

This is to stimulate the consumption power of the territorial citizens, stimulate the economic and trade development of the territory, and by the way, let those hidden forces clearly see that the Valoran Territory has broken free from the trapped environment.

In addition to this, Modrian held an internal party inside the Rakstark Keep.

In terms of drinks, the drinks reserved by Gragas, the master brewer, were emptied by the yordles; the chef was Tiana, the captain of the sword of the fearless vanguard who made a sumptuous dinner.

The atmosphere of the dinner party was very good, which eliminated the nostalgic emotions of many heroes.

Of course, a dinner party can't expect Noxus to coexist peacefully with heroes from other forces, but at least it can ease their relationship.

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