League of Legends Invades Another World

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current facts.

Before the Valoran Territory officially broke away from the Stoke Kingdom, Modrian still belonged to the real power baron canonized in the kingdom, at least in name, so in terms of address, he was called according to the way of ordinary nobles...

Guy Craig Vallant.

His Royal Highness, the former prince, is now the supreme power of the Stoke Kingdom.

Looking at Guy under the gloomy night sky, Modrian was a little surprised. This was an unimaginable situation.

As for the invaders, he had considered that it might be the noble scouts in the territory, or the lizardmen of the Bethlik Kingdom, or the god of the abomination of the plague of the Gate of Sorrows.

I never thought that it would be the ruler of the kingdom, and he still appeared in the Lakstark Fortress alone,

"Something's wrong." Swain reminded abruptly, a touch of blood red flashed wildly in his eyes, and a faint black mist was hidden in the night. "According to the information collected by the shadow streamers, the so-called His Majesty Guy should have just entered the legendary path, but the guy in front of him is not just a legend."

The steps he took stopped, Modrian stepped back quietly, and his expression was solemn. He never ignored Swain's guess, because he had never missed it until now. At the right time, Ivern's mental fluctuations were linked to his mind: the human body suspended in mid-air had a restrained frosty aura, which was terrifying and huge, but still within the range of his ability.

very unusual thing.

Ogst was a little annoyed in his heart. Walking in the kingdom with this human body, he enjoyed many courtesy and worship, which made the soul that had been boring for countless years to become slightly active, and it was also full of inexplicable self-satisfaction, but finally here A setback in the legendary territory.

He looked at the emerald green branches protruding from the void, and the cold frost stirred in his eyes, turning into azure blue runes and slowly rotating.

This is the self-warning of the soul divided by the ontology, indicating the existence of danger behind the branches.

"Valoran Territory, it's really not easy, I'm eager to see which old guy shot?" Ogst was cautiously alert, none of the old guys who could enter the main material plane at this time was a fuel-efficient lamp , he didn't want to lose this soul-fit human body that he finally obtained.

The sound of surprise sounded in the night, and a memory flashed in Ergost's eyes, a very familiar voice. In the Harriman Castle in Edalas City, a secret meeting and oppression in a noble gathering, the memory of The characters are...  

Modrian Perris, the lord of this legendary realm.

Ogster glanced at the source of the sound out of the corner of his eyes. In a short period of time, countless thoughts surged in his mind, kidnapped? Gangsters and hostages? Planning a route out of the fort? Or directly explore the old guy behind?

Until he saw the silver-haired middle-aged man in a black and red coat, and the sky-blue blue bird that fell on Modrian's shoulder, his eyelids couldn't help twitching.

"Can I swear at people?" A strange idea popped up in Ergost's heart, and he rummaged through his long-lived memories. It seemed that he didn't have any very vicious swear words, and he had never encountered the current embarrassing situation. "Three demigods? No, it should be said at least three demigods." In front of him, there were already three guys who were comparable to the strength of demigods. As for whether they were hidden or not, it was due to the dark thoughts of human beings.

"So now, who can tell me why there are so many demigods in the legendary territory?"

Leaving aside the restlessness in his heart, Ogst noticed the faint signs of danger behind the emerald branches after the appearance of the human lord. He was a little confused, and immediately looked at Modrian, realizing that the meaning represented was not simple. .

Lifting off the hood of the blue and white robe, Ergost revealed his face, with blue hair draped over his shoulders, his white and indifferent face seemed to have lost his emotions, slightly stiff and strange: "Baron Modrian, I haven't seen you for a long time. ” The familiar tone did not show the majesty of the lord of a country at all.

He is not an ordinary human king, at least the existence in the soul is like this, so he can see a lot of things clearly in terms of knowledge and vision.

The existence of demigods has embarked on the path of pursuing divinity, and is eager to ignite divine fire, which is far from what legends can compare to, especially in the main material plane, demigods are almost equivalent to top existences, they peep at that high above, The greatness of all eternity.

So Ogst was surprised by the number of demigods in Valoran's realm, and their respect for a human lord, which filled him with confusion.

"It's been a long time since we met." Modrian responded cautiously and never stepped forward.

Looking at the 'Guy' in front of him with deep eyes, he recalled the scene when they first met, the indifferent and arrogant Prince, in pursuit of the supreme kingdom power, oppressed him to enter Limontanlu, and searched for the clearing. obstacles on the way.

Memories of the past, and therefore, Valoran led the kingdom of Stoke to show the fangs of bloodthirsty killing.

"What I want to know is, who is your Excellency? Guy will not enter Valoran Territory so rashly." Modrian chuckled softly and said indifferently, but the meaning of the words was secretly known by both parties.

The straight-to-the-point attitude changed Ogst's expression slightly, and it was obvious that the hands and feet of his soul had been discovered.

The respectful attitude restrained, he straightened his body, a sliver of blue light overflowed in his eyes, pure and transparent frost suddenly descended in the black night, and the endless chill spread from the ground, turning into an absolute extreme cold field. .

"Frost Whisperer Ogst, greeting you." The indifferent words sounded, and Ogst saluted slightly, like the etiquette between human nobles, but more ancient.

Click!

The spreading frost stagnated in front of the stairs, Swain stared at Ogst with interest, the crimson left hand was burning with crimson energy, the black mist hidden in the night was like a turbulent tide, and the low-pitched crows neighed from. From the fog, bright red eyes appeared alternately, and densely lingered in this area.

"I smell a familiar smell, the bottomless abyss? Ha, I've been dealing with you guys lately."

"Sure enough, it's the power of a demigod, but why can't you smell divinity?" Ogster looked at Swain solemnly, the cruciform blue runes in his pupils spun faster and faster, could it be those A lunatic in search of truth?

"I have no malice. Unlike the god of the plague, I am here to seek cooperation." After showing his strength, Ogst controlled the arctic domain to shrink around him, and threw a message just right: abomination God of Plague.

Looking at Janna on the shoulder, Modrian nodded lightly, then walked to Swain's side and said with a smile: "Cooperation? With the demon of the bottomless abyss?" A false smile hung on his face, he Get used to it. "But I heard that your demon's contract spirit... um... there is a fraud?"

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