League of Legends Invades Another World

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The next morning after the lavish aristocratic gathering at Harriman Castle, Modrian politely declined Baron Benny's stay, and hurriedly left Edalas City with Gregory and the Noxus Expeditionary Cavalry.

Perhaps the influence caused by the banquet still exists, but this time there was no accident, and Modrian returned to Fort Dive smoothly.

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The cold wind in the winter season is getting colder and colder, and the training ground at the southwest corner of Fort Dvor is basically cleaned once a day.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

At this moment, under the icy low temperature, there were bursts of gasping sounds in the training ground. Looking through the diffuse white fog, two figures were crazily crossing each other, and their heavy footsteps trembled against the bluestone ground.

The dense sweat slid down his fair face, and Modrian seemed to feel nothing. He clenched the cyan sword in both hands, and the muscles of his shirtless arms were dense and slender. With his waving movements, it was like an incomparably complicated machine, smooth and regular. Movement, full of terrifying explosive power.

Standing opposite him is Darius. Compared with Modrian's sweat, Darius is very relaxed. He holds a steel shield in his right hand, sometimes dodging, sometimes raising the shield to face Modrian's heavy slash. , is completely a sparring appearance.

Every time the cyan sword hits the steel shield, there will be a harsh roar, dispelling the surrounding fog, revealing the staggered figures of the two sides. Looking closely, those mists are the hot sweat that has just leaked from the body to the surface of the skin during intense exercise. After encountering the external low temperature environment, the evaporation phenomenon occurs naturally.

Clang!

After the last reluctance to slash, Modrian stopped, holding a large blue sword and pestle on the ground, heavy breathing continued, and fatigue had already attacked his mind.

Although his own strength cannot be improved due to his talent, his skills and experience can be mastered and accumulated, especially with Darius' personal teaching, such an opportunity can be well grasped.

The banquet at Harriman Castle made him see a lot of things, not only the hypocritical faces of the nobles, but also the strength of those nobles. Hidden in a corner, he observed that many gentlemen and nobles had knightly strength, and even a few of them The aura is similar to that of Darius.

The pervasive white mist gradually dissipated, and Modrian also regained some physical strength. He moved his lower limbs slightly, especially his shirtless upper body. There were layers of white objects covering his body, which were the salt stains left by the evaporation of sweat.

Cran, who was standing by the side, handed over the water bottle and towel at the right time. Modrian took the water bottle, took a sip of salt water, and then picked up the towel and wiped his body indiscriminately.

"What was the result of the equipment test at the Rivalding Blacksmith's shop?" asked Modrian.

"The quality is good. It can match the standard equipment of Noxian imperial cavalry, but there is still some gap compared to the equipment of expedition cavalry and officers." Crane's tone was arrogant, which is the heart of Noxian people. pride.

"Really? That's ok, after all, it's a fine piece of equipment made by the Rivodin dwarves." Modrian nodded and smiled. He had to say that the equipment made by the Noxus Empire was really good, and some of the exquisite techniques in details made People are amazed.

The Noxian Imperial cavalry summoned by the League of Legends system are all equipped with their own sophisticated equipment, but those are basically used by cavalry. If they are used for city defense and long-range defense, they are somewhat insufficient, so when he went to Edalas City, Bought large quantities of bows and shields for later use.

While talking with Crane and Darius about tedious things, Modrian walked to the main castle, and his tired body after exercising needed to be cleaned.

In the bathroom on the third floor of the main fort, icy water washed Modrian's fair face head-on, and the bone-chilling chill stimulated his nerves, making him in a state of still thinking.

From the end of the noble gathering at Harriman Castle, Modrian had a hunch that the Jeffrey family would never give up. For the noble group, it would not consider the feelings of some people, but only care about whether its own interests been violated.

And his actions and remarks are unacceptable and forgiven by the Jeffrey family. Modrian has no regrets about it. It is very important to respect one's heart in one's life. He doesn't care about the dignity and glory of the Perris family, but someone They all ride on his face, so why endure it, the big deal is to do TM, who is afraid of who?

In fact, from the beginning of the matter, Modrian was just a waste that could be disposed of easily for the Jeffrey family, but no one could have imagined that he could reach the town of Ervindale safely and solve it neatly. He killed the wolf thief jackdaws controlled by the Jeffrey family, and even slapped the glorious face of Iron Thorns frantically at the noble banquet.

Destiny is elusive, yet so ridiculously interesting.

Modrian came out of the bathroom after washing up, but found Crane standing at the door of the room, as if he had been waiting for a while, and said, "Klan, what's the matter with you?"

"Lord Modrian, today is the last day of the Winter Season, and also the last day of 1456 in the Starfall Calendar. According to the customs of this world, should we celebrate for a few days?" Crane asked respectfully.

Does time go by so fast? Modrian looked dazed when he heard the words. According to the previous earth, today is the New Year's Eve, and tomorrow's glorious festival is the Spring Festival. If you count the time, it has been two years since he came to Caladimus Continent. It's been many months.

"Is there any celebration in the Noxian Empire to welcome the new year?" Modrian put down the bath towel that wiped his wet hair, looked at Crane and said, with a hint of inquiry and curiosity in his tone.

"Different areas in the empire will have different ways of celebrating, some are cumbersome, some are grand, but the army is very simple, with wrestling and gladiators that are extremely popular with soldiers, and an unlimited supply of food and spirits." Lan's face showed a look of nostalgia, and the memories of the past emerged one by one in her mind.

After being silent for a while, Modrian smiled and patted Crane's shoulder and said slowly, "Wait a minute to contact Cooper and ask him to bring more food and drinks before the evening. Tonight we will also celebrate at Fort Worth. Next, as for the gladiatorial fight, it can also be arranged, but be careful of injury."

"Thank you, Lord Modrian." Crane bowed and said respectfully, and his urgency drove him to leave the room quickly.

In the cold winter, time always passes quickly, the footsteps of the sunset are hurriedly gone, and the shining stars are already dotted with the night that comes.

The slumbering Fort Divor was completely awakened. Bright magical lights illuminated the training ground. Pile of burning bonfires dispelled the cold chill. Food and spirits were scattered everywhere. Noxians drank spirits while surrounding. Singing old songs together, the noisy atmosphere ignited everyone, and cheers and laughter resounded through the night sky.

At the same time, in the dining room on the second floor of the main fortress of Fort Devour, Modrian and Darius were sitting together, a copper pot stand in front of them was steaming hot on the stove, and the thick soup inside kept tumbling, sometimes Visible cooked food.

Modrian very skillfully greeted them to enjoy the hot pot, with a smile, he tasted the delicious food in the boiling soup.

Compared to Darius, who followed him first, Gregory and Crane were a little overwhelmed. Their movements were slow, their smiles were stiff, and they watched as the food was quickly wiped out.

Seeing their appearance, Modrian smiled very happily, very similar, very like himself who ate hot pot for the first time, but unfortunately, he could never go back.

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