League of Legends Invades Another World

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The icy cold wind swept the snow and drowned the faint morning light.

Isda stood in place, even in the crowded crowd, but still felt extremely lonely in his heart. He looked up at the scene of Yunying at the moment, and his expression was a little dazed.

Returning to the old place, there is no joy, but more fear that gradually emerges from the depths of the soul.

He still remembers that silent night, when the oracle descended, and the Temple of Wealth in the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa was ambitious, eager to acquire a place of faith in order to win the blessing of the Goddess of Wealth.

After that, the army set out to take the castle of Lanvasul.

Light blood filled his eyes, Isda's body trembled imperceptibly, and deep memories emerged clearly.

A slender long sword.

An elegant female swordsman.

With an astonishing gesture, he slashed hundreds of judgment knights in heavy armor.

Then, the beautiful and fierce swordsmanship displayed slaughtered the legend of divine grace that belonged to the Temple of Wealth - the crown of Howell.

But the disaster that night was far from over.

The legendary anger stopped in front of the pure white giant sword like the sun, and then fell one after another.

Even the chance to become a petitioner has completely vanished.

"Sir Priest, those mercenaries just now..." A respectful voice came from the ear, it was the smart and firm judgment knight specially selected by the Temple of Fortune this time, responsible for the safety of the team.

Hearing the sound, Isda came back to his senses, looked at the distant mercenary figure and shook his head slowly: "Don't be too busy, this is not the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa, we can just keep our duty." Then he turned to look Toward the tower, there were ripples in the deep eyes.

"Valoran Territory..." Isda's face became more and more gloomy, and there was a hint of fear in the corner of his eyes. This territory that has risen in just a few years has put too much pressure on the forces behind all explorations.

"This time, it's purely for you to have fun. No matter how powerful your strength is, as long as you exist in the world, you must follow the underlying rules." Isda moved his hands in the golden robes slightly, just in his field of vision, he I have seen the power of many blood nobles, and.... the team of the Temple of Power.

"Break the rules and challenge the bottom line of so many forces, Baron Modrian, what are you trying to do?"

The cold wind blew, and the long-like team became active and began to enter the city of Ervindale one after another, and the invisible dark tide also surged.

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Irvingdale City, the black courtyard near the prison.

Narrow and claustrophobic streets surround the courtyard, and the towering eaves can be seen from the armored Noxian soldiers who guard the courtyard and obey Draven's orders.

In the courtyard room, the polished bronze mirror reflected Delevingne's slender figure, dressed in bright and bright clothes, a copper ring gathered his long black beard, and carefully treated wolf skin on his shoulders. The cloak, the gray-white hair does not stain the mud and dust.

"I can't wait, it belongs to my charismatic place in Draven." Draven cracked his mouth and a bloody smile bloomed on his face.

"Hey, Draven, you have to learn to be patient and endure the hunger in your heart. You no longer have the halo of brother Darius on your head, you are..."

"Glory executioner."

When he told Darius' name, a little memory appeared in his eyes. It was a story from a long time ago, stored in the deepest part of his heart.

At that time, Delevingne was just an orphan on the streets of Becilico, but his character was already fearless. Show-off and show-off, he often provokes vicious brawls with older street kids and insidious underground gangsters.

Although Delevingne is very talented and is very confident in his abilities--perhaps overconfident, he was able to live in peace through his childhood because of his brother who always stood in front of him- Delaware Erth.

No matter what kind of battle Draven provokes, in the end Darius can end it all.

"I will no longer be the little guy behind you, not the battlefield, not life, and never will be in the future." Delevingne looked at himself in the bronze mirror and smiled, as if making a cherished promise.

"Tomorrow, I will leave the name of the great Draven."

"'Being the best' will be my daily norm, no matter where I go."

dong dong! dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, and a Noxian soldier immediately reported: "Lord Draven, Sigrid has come to visit and is waiting for you in the front hall."

"I see, go right away," Delevingne responded, and after finishing his clothes, he left the room.

At the entrance of the front hall of the black courtyard, four Noxus blood-colored cavalry stood silently. After seeing the figure of Draven, their eyes lowered and they held their swords and saluted.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Sigrid immediately stood up from her seat, her beautiful face was respectful, and her long lavender hair was draped over her shoulders.

"How is the thing I ordered done?" Delevingne asked, sitting in the main seat, looking up at the vampire in front of him.

Sigrid said softly, with her crimson long skirt hanging on the ground, "It has been arranged, depending on the venue, I will arrange fifty to one hundred emotional provocateurs in the front row and in the middle. "Looking at Draven, who was listening, he continued to speak. "Don't worry, my lord, these people are

My loyal subordinates gathered in Limontanlu will not have any problems. "

This is the usual practice in the arena, and it is very similar to the specially prepared 'audience' in the TV station.

Generally speaking, ordinary audiences will always control their inner desires in unfamiliar places with dense crowds. Even bloody battles may not be able to be provoked. At this time, small actions are needed to awaken and open up suppressed desires.

"Other than that, according to the plan mentioned by the adults, sharp weapons have been placed around the field." Sigrid stretched out her white jade-like arm, raised her long purple hair, and revealed a face that was slightly adorned with powder.

"The special drink, I got it from Lord Gugalas, but...I don't have the right to enter the alchemy laboratory, and Lord Singed's potion has not yet been obtained."

Draven narrowed his eyes and stared indifferently at Sigrid in front of him, hitting the seat with his left hand: "I will personally go to the alchemy laboratory, you can do your own thing."

"Has the invitation been sent out?" Seeing Sigrid restraining her small movements, he continued to speak.

"Send it out, and arrange for someone to give it to you, lords." A fine cold sweat appeared on her forehead, Sigrid said calmly, and there was an inexplicable look in her drooping eyes. She didn't expect the person who controls the prison system in front of her. Lord Draven's connections are so good, except for the adults who are temporarily out of the territory, everyone else said that they can come to join in.

Draven nodded and said abruptly, "Are you interested in being my deputy?"

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