League of Legends Invades Another World

.mianhuatang. Click!

The combined ring-handled axe was taken apart again, Draven smiled wildly, and his black beard trembled slightly.

【Blood Sprint】!

The crimson life energy was like a stream surging under his feet, and the bursting force propelled Draven forward at a high speed, smashing scattered snowflakes.

Clang!

The ring-handled axe threw out, slashing on the tower shield held up by the strong lizardmen, preventing the opponent from trying to regain the rhythm of the attack.

The tyrannical strength and strange angle made the ring-handled axe leap high, and then return to Draven's hands with a graceful stroke.

The battle that followed became a show time for Draven to control the tempo of the attack.

Every throwing axe, or just cut off the counterattack of the strong lizardmen, or left clear marks on the surface of the light green mail, or tore the rich red life energy, and carved on the exposed scales. Grim scars.

"Roar!" The strong lizardmen let out an angry roar. This suffocating battle made him at a loss, and his proud melee combat ability could not be used at all.

In particular, the side battlefield it is concerned about has fallen into a state of death. There are many stigmata veterans lying quietly in the icy snow, and the sticky green blood is gradually drying up.

"Damn humans, who are you?"

The heavy tower shield was raised in front of him, and the strong lizardmen resisted Draven's attack with difficulty. This guy's fast and crazy fighting style is completely different from the legionnaires trained in the Stoke Kingdom.

This is based on his decades of experience fighting the kingdom of Stoke.

Clang!

The ring-handled axe fell again, and the powerful attack this time forced the strong lizardmen to take a step back.

"Huhu~ Huhu!"

"Humble man, you are provoking the great Lizardman Temple!"

In the heavy breathing, the strong lizardman raised his ugly head, his bloodshot eyes firmly locked on Draven, completely detonating the anger in his soul.

Not only the helplessness and anger brought about by the suffocating battle, but also the fear caused by the constant death of the stigmata veterans under his command, it once again felt the fatal danger that was extremely oppressive before.

The air trembled, and the high-level divine arts engraved on the pale green chainmail burst, and the rich blood-red energy was like a substantial flame, clinging to the surface of the scales.

The strong lizard man seemed to break some kind of shackles in his body, and a golden-red glow slowly penetrated the gaps in the scales and armor, mixed into the blood-red flames, and a mad and restless momentum suddenly rose.

In the faint, a terrifying and majestic atmosphere descended on this battlefield area, and the falling snowflakes were also affected and swayed.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The killing emotion that appeared out of thin air shredded the only remaining rationality. The strong lizardmen clenched the bone stick, and the body was close to the thick tower shield, and launched a desperate charge towards Draven.

"Legendary power? Is it the legendary bloodline contained in the body? Or the legendary spell engraved on the armor?"

Draven sensed the terrifying power of the strong lizardmen. Although it was nothing to him, it had broken the barrier of high-level professionals and touched the limit of legend.

The color of thinking flashed away, and Draven looked at the approaching big man with great ease: "Hmm.... For this power, do you pay the price of losing your mind? It's really pitiful!"

Although the words contained pity, Draven kept moving.

The footsteps moved quickly, and the scarlet energy lingered under Draven's feet like a knight's halo, speeding up his movement.

【Rotating Throwing Axe】!

Chi!

The sharp axe blade attached to the crimson energy, slashed at the front of the thick tower shield at a strange angle, and cut clear marks.

With a sound of 'bang', the ring-handled axe bounced high into the air. Draven was in no hurry. After throwing the ring-handled axe in his right hand, he took a quick step and stretched out his left hand to catch the falling ring. Sharp axe.

Chi!

Until then, the ring-handled axe thrown by the right hand accurately hit the mark cut on the front of the tower shield last time. A similar result occurred, and the ring-handled axe bounced into the air again, returning to Draven's right hand.

"a ha ha ha!"

The bloodthirsty laughter resounded over the battlefield. Delevingne threw the ring-handled axe in his hand again and again, and then drew beautiful and cold arcs in the icy and snowy weather, and sounded a song. Very rhythmic metal music.

"Weak, do you hear it? The death knell has sounded for you!"

The frequent attacks did not hinder Draven's movement speed. Through the throwing axe technique, he obtained an acceleration effect, maintaining a certain attacking distance from the strong lizardmen.

Click!

The sturdy and heavy tower shield could no longer withstand Draven's never-ending rhythm of attack, and split the cobweb-like gap centered on the precise hit of the ring-handled axe.

Bang!

The dull cracking sound exploded, the tower shield turned into countless iron blocks and fell to the snow, and the body of the strong lizardman was exposed in Draven's field of vision.

The axe is ready, the slaughter begins!

Draven smiled grimly, and the ring-handled axe was thrown out of his hand in an instant, carrying a huge force to cut apart the scales of the lizardmen, the muscle fibers were broken and collapsed, and the sticky and smelly blood splashed on the snow.

"Ah ah!" The intense pain was transmitted to the mind of the strong lizardman, the surging killing intent stagnated slightly, and a trace of clarity emerged.

Cloudy eyes, but before he had time to resist, the next wave of axe offensive seemed to be raining down.

Torn scales bloom like fireworks in the icy jungle, bones and tendons whine in terror beneath the blade of the axe.

The charging pace of the strong lizardmen only took a dozen steps forward, and they were unable to move forward, leaving clear footprints and pools of green blood along the way.

When darkness came, it took a deep look at the human being in front of him. The strength of that guy was definitely not only a high-level professional, and even in this contest, the human beings also concealed some of their strength.

"Haha, is it the end of defeating me? The Lizardman Temple will avenge us!"

puff!

Blood spurted, Draven ignored the hateful eyes of the strong lizardmen, cut off the ugly head with a ring-handled axe, and tied it around his waist as a trophy.

Taking a breath, he turned to look at the battlefield on the side. The bloodthirsty and crazy killing intent never went out. The ring-handled battle axe spun very fast, and a new round of slaughter began.

......

......

The dim starlight descended along the fluttering snowflakes, and the night was getting darker and gusts of wind blew, and the rich smell of rust permeated.

Draven looked calmly at the two new tombs erected in front of him, which contained the soldiers of the Trifali Legion who died in the battle just ended.

Sacrifice is inevitable, but when it comes, it eventually causes grief.

"Clean up the battlefield, we have to go back early." Draven's tone was low, and the lizardmen warrior he encountered unexpectedly had strength comparable to the Trifali Legion.

This is very important information that must be passed on to the Lord and Darius.

Turning around and looking around, the sight is a desolate and broken battlefield, full of cold and stiff corpses, there are Violet Guards, and there are stigmata veterans, intertwined.

Draven didn't care, crossed the battlefield, walked to the corpse of the strong lizardman, looked down at this guy, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

Lizardman Temple?

Hide the behemoth behind the kingdom of Bethlik.

"Huh?" Delevingne uttered in surprise, and then seemed to sense something, his pupils shrank, and before he could react, a golden-red radiance suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Bang!

The corpse of the strong lizardman shattered, and countless flesh and bones condensed in the air, forming a mysterious golden-red symbol, which spanned the distance of space and was imprinted on Draven's abdomen.

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