League of Legends Invades Another World

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Da da! Da da! Da da!

Horses' hooves stomped on the grass and thumped quickly.

Just like the emotions of the tall mercenary lying on the horse's back at the moment, despair and helplessness.

Ever since he left the hills outside Kaba's village, the tall mercenary has always felt an inexplicable aura behind him firmly locking him in, indistinguishable.

Halfway through, he realized that the hidden monster wanted to find out if there were other people behind him through his escape. Even thinking about it carefully, the reason why the bloody slaughter in the hills let him go is probably because of this factor.

The cold autumn wind blew across his face, and the tall mercenary's body was clinging to the saddle, and the color of struggle flickered.

The perilous situation he faces requires self-determination.

Is it the route to leave the caravan now, with the guy behind? Or flee back to the caravan, hoping to rely on the power of the caravan to resist the stone-blind barbarians?

The tall mercenary just hesitated for a while before deciding on his choice.

Escape back to the caravan.

He is the only surviving person. If he does not return to the caravan to report the situation, he will sooner or later find the traces of the caravan with the abyss monster's sense of smell of living people, thus destroying everyone who is unprepared.

And his return may bring the last glimmer of hope.

The autumn wind is blowing, and the hooves are rushing.

The tall mercenary flicked his whip, whipped the buttocks of the warhorse under his crotch, and splashed blood. He wanted to get back to the caravan as soon as possible to buy time.

Half an hour later, through the hilly jungle, he saw a caravan ready to go.

The camp flames went out, and a few green smoke rose.

A large number of mules and horses were carrying heavy goods, and the driver sat in front of the car, tightening the reins, and there were mercenaries patrolling on both sides.

The caravan hasn't left yet, it should be waiting for his news.

"Array! Array!"

In the distance, the tall mercenary roared, reminding the caravan.

Fortunately, his buddies and friends believed in his words, and quickly instructed everyone to unload supplies, adjust the formation of the convoy, and assume a defensive posture.

Pfft!

The galloping warhorse fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and his limbs twitching. The tall mercenary also fell to the ground, but he quickly stood up with his extraordinary physical fitness.

"Old people, women and children, gather in the center of the formation. All adults hold weapons and stand in front of the formation." The tall mercenary gave the order with a hurried tone.

As the caravan carried out the order, the tall mercenary took a deep breath and looked at the caravan steward who was waiting for an explanation in front of him.

"I'm sorry, we encountered a very small probability, and there are abyss cracks nearby."

"Please initiate support immediately, or we..."

The hope placed by the tall mercenary does not refer to all the power of the caravan, because he deeply knows the horror of the monsters in the abyss, so he puts his hope on the Valoran land - the patrolling legionnaires.

"Meg, are you sure about the source?" said the caravan steward in a low tone.

As a caravan manager who travels all over the world, he has been running the business for decades and has a deep understanding of the dangers that abyss cracks can bring.

This is a disaster like a natural disaster, and no one wants to encounter it.

"I'm pretty sure it's the news of the sacrifice of many brothers' lives." Meg nodded, looking sad.

The slaughter in front of the hill was vivid in his mind, but he could do nothing to escape the bloody purgatory.

Snapped!

Hearing this, the caravan steward decisively took out a crystal clear glass tube from his arms, and after shaking it a few times, red ripples ignited.

He immediately pulled out the cork, and the surging ripples turned into firelight, rising into the sky.

In an instant.

The bright daytime fireworks bloom in the sky overhead, the bright red is dazzling and eye-catching.

Hex Fireworks, a distress flare given to the caravan by Valoran.

In order to protect the development of trade and the circulation of commodities in the territory, Modrian equips each caravan active in the territory with a Hex firework to provide a certain amount of military support.

Of course, military support is not free, and the caravan needs to pay a certain amount of gold shield.

But compared to his own life, this golden shield is definitely nothing to the caravan. As long as you hold on, you can wait for any patrolling Legionnaire in Valoran territory.

After the sound of fireworks, probably a cup of tea.

On the hills and hills in front of the caravan, strong gray-white figures appeared one after another, and the shallow breath of blood blew over the camp along the autumn wind.

boom! boom! boom!

The stone-blind barbarians who followed Meg were few in number, about fourteen or five,

As they ran, dust splashed up, covering their tall bodies, and gusts of fishy wind came over the surface, disturbing the peaceful atmosphere.

Suddenly, inexplicable panic filled the caravan.

Behind the wooden carriage full of goods, many ordinary people trembled and showed fear. Occasionally, some people could not hold their weapons and fell to the ground, pitiful and helpless.

The sturdy middle-aged mercenary took a deep breath, suppressed his inner emotions, looked around at the people behind him, and said solemnly, "Meg, this is not the way, our formation will collapse before those monsters rush into the formation."

"I know, but you can't expect ordinary people to fight against the monsters of the abyss." Meg had already noticed the situation of the caravan, not to mention the ordinary people, even the mercenaries who traveled far and wide could not restrain their emotions.

This is not an exaggeration, but a real reaction.

There are abyss monsters in stories and rumors, and they appear in front of them so unprepared, which is far from being easily resisted by ordinary people.

The abyss monster used the brutal killing of countless red fruit to create a synonym for terror.

"Stone-blind barbarians!"

Meg muttered to herself, recalling some information about these evil monsters in her mind.

This group of stone-blind barbarians who look like humans are evil monsters active in the twenty-seventh layer of the abyss: the dark abyss.

The strong body of about ten feet high gives them powerful hunting ability, and the rough skin is pale and firm, which can resist certain physical damage.

Life in darkness makes them blind, but their senses of smell and hearing are so acute that they can hear footsteps and whispers on distant stone paths.

With each other, they can communicate at levels so low that no other humanoid can hear them.

The smell of sweat and flesh arouses their hunger, prompting them to track down the source like bloodhounds, and then unleash the bloody slaughter.

As humble believers of mind flayers, the stone-blind barbarians were once ordinary human beings, but in an incomparably vast war, the mind flayers were defeated and started a journey of escape.

And these remaining believers also followed the mind flayers and fled to the twenty-seventh layer of the abyss: the dark abyss.

In later years, generations of lightless life forced believers to learn to rely on other senses to survive.

Over time, their eyes and lids wither and close, leaving only skin covering the empty eye sockets.

Very sad fate.

Due to their ancestors worshiping and following the mind flayers in the past, this group of ordinary humans lurked in the bottomless abyss and gradually transformed into the blind and burly man-eating monsters they are today.

"Damn it, cheer me up and hold the weapon in your hand."

Unexpectedly, the seemingly calm caravan steward climbed to the top, his face flushed slightly, his long sword was raised above his head, and he let out a deafening roar.

"What we can't escape is the abyss monster, and we must give it our all."

"Look behind you, those are your parents, wives and daughters. For them and for yourself, we must hold on to the arrival of the Valoran legion."

"Raise your sword and stick to the formation!"

Perhaps it was the words of the caravan steward that resonated, and many people looked back at the center of the carriage, where the trembling elderly women gathered together.

Then, inexplicable blood burned in the body, dispelling a little bit of fear.

In the noise, they barely supported their bodies, relying on the carriage and guards, watching the stone-blind barbarians who were about to rush forward, clenching their weapons tightly.

......

......

Lanvasul Castle.

The autumn clouds were thin, and the cool morning wind blew over the castle.

This castle, which once belonged to the Geoffrey family, has been renovated and filled with the architectural style of the Kingdom of Demacia.

The towering silver-gray city walls are lined with watchtowers, and Demacian soldiers will be alerted every ten meters. Occasionally, there will be Demacian dragon knights in the sky.

At the top of the watchtower, Poppy was carrying the Hammer of Oren, overlooking the peaceful Lanvasul Castle. The crowd was scattered, mostly Demacian soldiers with sharp armor.

Different from the positioning of the city of Ervindale, the castle of Lanvasul is a military town, with a large number of Demacian soldiers stationed in defense of the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa.

[Noxtora] was established inside the castle, connecting the military bases such as Lakstark Fortress, Limontanlu, Edalas City and the Gate of Sorrow, forming a close connection.

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The rapid sound of footsteps caught Poppy's attention, and he turned to look. Fiona, fully armed, appeared in the field of vision, followed by the fearless Vanguard Legion.

"What happened?" Poppy asked softly.

"The soldiers on patrol last night lost news. I arranged for the Demacian Dragonfowl to check along the way." Fiona paused slightly, her expression extremely solemn.

"Just received a request for help. Unknown monsters attacked the villages in the territory. Many villages have been massacred and destroyed, and towns have been attacked..."

Snapped!

Before he finished speaking, there were bright fireworks blooming not far away, crimson dazzling.

"It's an outpost." Bobby looked up at the red flames that covered the sky, and said in a deep voice.

The many outposts placed near the Castle of Lanvasul are now under attack, and they are asking for the support of the castle.

Fiona walked up to Poppy, put her right hand on her waist, clenched her long sword lightly, and said in a condensed voice, "Inform Lord Lord that Lanvasul Castle is under an unknown threat."

"Yes." The fearless Vanguard Legion soldier behind him heard the sound and left immediately.

"You or I?" Fiona looked down at Poppy and discussed. "Looking at the current situation, this may be a turmoil sweeping the Valoran Territory, and Lanvasul Castle cannot be avoided."

Very unexpected situation.

In just one night, the area controlled by Lanvasul Castle was threatened, and it even approached a nearby outpost.

Poppy bowed his head and pondered, his ponytails swayed gently: "I'll go, you are responsible for guarding the castle, and leave the attacks outside to me."

"Also, inform Quinn that we need the support of the Demacian Dragon Knights."

After that, Poppy jumped down from the city wall with the Hammer of Oren on his back, and there were already elite Demacian cavalry soldiers waiting for him below.

hooves, Poppy

And the figure of the Demacian elite cavalry disappeared in the sky like a long silver dragon.

Fiona stood quietly on the city wall, her crimson hair fluttered gently, and her deep eyes did not show the slightest panic. She smelled a touch of throbbing, and the smell of blood.

Yesterday evening, the warning from Lakstark Fortress had just arrived, and before they began to promulgate it, there was a change in the morning light today.

"Intentionally or not?"

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