League of Legends Invades Another World

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At night, the stars dim.

Senzhong Province, Shatar Great Plains.

This is a vast plain that spans the entire province. Accompanied by the snow and ice, the beautiful field is covered with a layer of white spun yarn. The cold breath mixed with the bitter cold lingers over the plain.

Looking up, the endless felt tents stood on the white snow, countless blood-red flags fluttered in the wind, and the densely packed ant-like lizardmen warriors wore armor and sharpened, crowded and haunted the snowy roads.

In the middle of the pure white plain, scattered snowflakes covered the gorgeous tent dome in front of him.

The generous door curtain is embroidered with mysterious runes, and a lizardman warrior with a powerful breath guards it silently. The dim starlight is scattered, and it is faintly visible that the armor style is more similar to the stigmata veteran.

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The sound of hurried footsteps sounded from a distance, and in a matter of seconds, a tall lizardman in crimson armor smashed the snowflakes and walked in the quiet snow.

The lizardmen warriors guarding around saw the crimson armored lizardmen, bowed slightly to show their respect, and then let the tall lizardmen step into the tent.

Inside the tent, a roaring fire burns around the edge of the snow-white carpet, dissipating the chill.

Contrary to what I imagined, the layout inside is not like a place to live, but rather like a prayer room in a temple.

The faint fragrance of elk filled the air, and a scarlet lizardman statue stood in the center of the tent. The face of the statue could not be seen clearly, but there was an inexplicable feeling, as if the statue was watching everyone all the time.

The tall lizardmen walked into the tent, crawled on the white carpet, and said respectfully, "Your Highness Yves, a group of stigmata veterans encountered an accident while chasing the Violet Guards."

"According to the picture passed back by the divine rune, it doesn't look like a soldier from the Kingdom of Stoke. I suspect... it was from the Valoran Territory."

The low voice of prayer stopped abruptly, and the old lizardman priest bent over to the ground slightly raised his head, staring at the lifelike lizardman statue in front of him, with a faint blood-colored light shining in his turbid eyes.

Yves Harris, leader of the priesthood of the Lizardmen Temple.

Although there is a king in the kingdom of Bethlik, but the gods are given the kingship, and the gods are supreme.

The general is still led by the temple and priests, which shows that Yves Harris has a prominent position in the kingdom of Bethlik, only under the Pope.

At the same time, it is also the initiator and commander of the Lizardmen's winter plundering war.

"Valoran Territory, the legendary power in the North." Yves got up, turned his head and looked down at the tall lizardmen, the red and white priest robes dragged to the ground. "So, what we expected happened."

"Valloran has taken the Kingdom of Stoke as food, and hates the interests of others to move it." Yves smiled lightly, his wrinkled face showing coldness: "Hansen, is the pterosaur knight team back? "

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Yves, there was no news from the Wing Dragon Knight team after they went out." The tall lizardman named Hansen replied respectfully, his crawling body as still as a mountain.

The crimson fire burned, reflecting Yve's increasingly cold face: "Is this really not taking the Lizardman Temple seriously?" Pacing to Hansen, the majestic aura descended on the tent.

"Is there any news from the Coker clan?"

"Yes, Your Highness Yves, I specifically contacted North before I came, and there was no response." Hansen said softly, a trace of killing intent on his resolute, iron-blooded face.

"We need to prepare for the worst. The Kerker clan has been defeated by the Valoran leader, and the Wing Dragon Knight team has also been destroyed in the Blackwood Province."

"Even, the scout team they sent quietly sneaked into Mori Province."

Hearing the words, Yves frowned, lightly arranged the red and white priest robes, took out a god emblem from his arms, and threw it to Hansen: "Do as you think, I only need the result, and warn Valoran to lead result!"

Turning to look at the statue of the scarlet lizardman, Yves lowered his head and looked extremely respectful: "Even if the rumors are true, the oracle has already descended, and my lord will perform miracles when necessary."

The Lizardman Temple has also heard of the god-fall event that happened at the Gate of Sorrows.

Regardless of the specific strength, Grace, the god of plagues, is still a stalwart god, no matter how it is said, and just fell on the gate of sorrow, it can be said that the lizardman temple is horrified.

With a cautious attitude, they paid special attention to the movements of Valoran Territory. In addition, three lizardmen temple priests disappeared in the border area of ​​Valoran Territory for no reason, which had to make Yves prepare in advance.

This winter plundering war seems to be led by Yves. In fact, the god of the lizard people, Samuanya, has already sent an oracle. It needs more faith to devote itself to the gods, so this swipe has developed to the present. , turned into an invasion war.

Oh, the oracle also specifically instructed the temple of the lizardmen to find new legends who have stepped on the road of blood.

"Praise the great my lord!" Hansen said respectfully, and the emblem of the palm of his hand was reflected in his eyes.

The god emblem is round and made of special red crystal. The front is engraved with the blurred figure of Samuanya, the god of lizardmen. In the faint, it can feel the blood and divine power flowing quietly in the god emblem.

Holding the red god emblem tightly, Hansen left the tent with a half-bow, a howling wind hit, and his strong body was slightly transpired with hazy white air.

Hansen Dalle, the deputy head of the Lizardmen Legion that invaded the Kingdom of Stoke this time, is a famous legend in the Kingdom of Bethlik, and at the same time he controls one of the Lizardmen's ace legion, Stigmata Veteran.

"Blood for blood, I will cut off your heads and comfort the dead soldiers." Hansen quietly looked towards the northwest, the killing intent in his pupils was no longer concealed, as if the flames were burning.

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In the cold winter evening, thick clouds covered the glow, and the cold wind blew bursts of white snow.

The extreme cold wind came from the surface, surging like a sea wave, like a mist lingering in the sky, fluttering up and down, and constantly invading the mainland.

The silent dead woods, a scorched earth, the stench of blood fills the air.

Draven gasped slightly, the ring-handled axe in both hands was stained with green blood, the woods in front of him were covered with lizardmen corpses, and occasionally twitching lizardmen warriors could be seen.

Obviously, not long after the battle here, Draven led the Trifali Legion to victory again, but his face did not show the slightest smile, full of solemnity and helplessness.

Looking down at his abdomen, the golden-red symbol glowed brightly, as if mocking his useless efforts.

Ever since he killed the elite lizardmen that night, Draven felt like he was exposed to the light and had nowhere to hide.

The next situation also successfully demonstrated this point. No matter where he and the Trifali Legionnaires walked and hid, there would be lizardmen warriors who found their traces, and then launched a frantic attack.

"Want to stop us from leaving Mori Province? Or revenge?"

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