League of Legends Invades Another World

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The night is hazy, and the dim starlight is scattered. Lafargue is still in the festive atmosphere of the glorious festival. Bright magic lights illuminate this noisy city. The bustling streets are surging with people, seeking the excitement of nightlife.

Lafargue City, a small city located in the northeastern region of Yinsong Province, because it is adjacent to Edalas City, the trade and economic development here is good, and many big businessmen and court nobles live here, forming the pyramid of this small city. .

At the gate of the city lord's mansion in the inner city, there were many luxurious carriages. Although they all looked quite delicate and gorgeous, only a few carriages were engraved with the coat of arms representing the nobles.

The clamor sounded, the banquet at the City Lord's Mansion ended tonight, and people in beautiful clothes came out of the City Lord's Mansion one after another. They complimented each other and smiled at each other, as if they were looking forward to the next banquet.

This is the communication of the upper class. While allocating resources, you can always find people who share your interests.

"Master, are you staying in the city tonight or going back to the manor?" the young butler asked respectfully, supporting Lord Whitley.

"Let's go back to the manor, I've been in the city for a long time, it's time to go back and have a look." Lord Whitley rubbed his tired eyes, looked up at the dim starry sky, and the bright moon hung in the night.

Unlike the noble gathering in Edalas City, at that time he could only be a small person on the edge, silently watching the glamorous top nobles mingle.

In Lafargue, he, Lord Whitley, is a big man, a nobleman with a title, surrounded by decent gentlemen and big businessmen to seek cooperation.

For some chambers of commerce and caravans, having the support of a noble is a very powerful guarantee.

Therefore, in the past few days, there will be some banquets to invite Lord Whitley to attend. It is logical that he will become the central figure of the banquet, struggling to cope with some unfamiliar communication, just like tonight's banquet in the City Lord's Mansion. .

"Okay, sir, then I'll drive the carriage over here." The young butler bowed and stepped back, and he didn't have to endure those old hands that were always behind his upturned buttocks.

Crunch! Crunch!

Two oily and smooth Zaoliu horses took elegant small steps, steadily pulling the luxurious carriage through the noisy street, followed by a few knights and attendants on horses. , the convoy slowly drove towards the outskirts of the city.

If there is any famous place on the outskirts of Lafargue, then the Wheatley Manor is the first to recommend. Many pedestrians watched from a distance.

Recently, there have been occasional rumors that in order to cling to Baron Benny, the vigilante of Edalas City, Lord Whitley seems to be preparing to renovate the manor, minus the luxurious buildings, and repair it with green vegetation. I don't know if it is true or not.

The journey was only three or five miles away, and the luxurious carriages engraved with the coat of arms of the nobles were already driving on the solid road that was specially built. Not far away was the Whitley Manor.

The young butler skillfully wielded the whip and drove the carriage smoothly. He looked up at the crimson brilliance under the night, a very beautiful scene, but he was a little puzzled. It was the direction of the manor. Why did such a scene appear?

Ah-----ah------

After the carriage drove over the solid road, the young butler seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and a piercing scream sounded in the night.

After hearing the movement, several knights and attendants who followed the carriage quickly drove over to protect the entire carriage, and then the guard leader shuddered and said: "Old... Lord, something happened... ..love..!"

With the gradual increase in age, Lord Whitley felt that his physical strength began to decline year by year, and the harsh screams in his ears made him wake up from drowsiness, frowning slightly, as if he was not happy with the housekeeper's gaffe. .

Now that he heard the trembling words of the guard leader, he had a premonition that something was wrong. This guard leader was recruited at a high cost. He was a veteran who had participated in the ten-year Great Patriotic War, and his strength was at the peak of knight servants.

Lord Whitley quickly got up and opened the thick curtain of the carriage. When he saw the picture in his field of vision clearly, his eyes went black and he almost fell from the carriage.

fire!

A raging fire!

Devour the palatial Whitley Manor!

Blood!

The flowing red blood dyes the grass in the manor red!

A large number of corpses are scattered all over the once luxurious building!

"Come on, let's go quickly, get out of here!" Lord Whitley's eyes were flushed, and he forced himself to hold back the extreme sadness in his heart.

After all, the young butler and Lord Whitley have been out all year round, and he has seen a lot of the world. He waved the whip in his hand tremblingly, and wanted to turn his horse and leave.

The knight guards around the carriage were also cautiously guarding, for fear that an enemy would suddenly appear in the night. From the miserable manor they saw, it was certain that they were a group of quite elite enemies, and none of them were let go.

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter!

Horses' hooves trod quickly, and in the dark night, a cavalry team quickly rushed out to surround the convoy, and at the same time, a cramped voice sounded.

"Lord Whitley, are you in such a hurry to leave? Why don't you go back to the manor to see your wife and children?"

Through the firelight not far away, Lord Whitley faintly

Squinting his eyes slightly, he watched a knight riding his horse out as if strolling in the courtyard, raising his dark green visor.

"Baron Emerson, is that you!?" Looking at the familiar feminine face, Lord Whitley froze for a moment, then roared, with disbelief in his sad eyes.

"How dare you slaughter the families of nobles like this, aren't you afraid of investigation by the noble council of the kingdom?"

"Huh? It seems that the plundered golden shield and resource interests have completely destroyed the minds of your court nobles, and you can't even see the situation in the kingdom." Baron Emerson sneered and looked at Whit in front of him with contempt. Lord Leigh, mixed with a hint of pity.

"Furthermore, the noble council will not do justice for you, a lord who has no hope of promotion!"

Hearing this, Lord Whitley's old body trembled slightly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he looked at the group of cavalry surrounding them. The dark green armor was engraved with gorgeous patterns, vaguely familiar and seemed to have seen it somewhere. .

Then, he suddenly thought of something, and his pupils showed a bitter hatred. He pointed his right hand tremblingly at Baron Emerson, and said resentfully, "I will wait for you in hell, Baron Emerson!"

"It seems that you have already guessed it, but you are wrong, I will not go to hell!" Baron Emerson pulled out the long sword around his waist and pointed at the carriage team with a bloodthirsty smile.

"Iron thorns, kill them!"

The sound of slaughter suddenly sounded, and the spilled blood stained the solid pavement.

The battle ended quickly. Compared with the Iron Thorns Cavalry Corps, Lord Whitley's escort cavalry was completely vulnerable. What's more, he directly dismounted and knelt down to surrender, but he still could not escape the fate of death.

"Hey, old guy, I wanted to cut off your head for a long time." Baron Emerson held a bloody head, and there was a little resentment in those black pupils.

It seems to be unwilling, it seems to be cursed.

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