League of Legends Invades Another World

.. The Material Plane, Fortress of Forsborough.

The sky filled with bursts of crimson glow was affected by certain influences, and it was fading from the scarlet color and returning to the bright and splendid side. Several pale white clouds moved quietly with the breeze.

All these changes cannot stop the spiritual perception of many heroes and legends.

Until that dazzling firework blooms, the endless halo lights up everyone's vision, brings trembling terror, and...

Extreme despair!

"No....no....impossible!"

On the edge of the plain, the remaining legends of the lizardmen were suspended in mid-air, staring at the sky with dull expressions, their bodies trembling involuntarily, and an inexplicable wailing sound came from their mouths.

"how come......"

They didn't believe everything that happened in the sky, but as a legend of the lizardmen, they clearly felt that the faith in the depths of their souls was slowly shattering like a dream, and even the breath of many legendary priests began to slip, and the divine power dissipated in the air.

"Do not!"

"How could... how could such a thing happen!" The legendary priests of the lizardmen frantically stirred their spirits, praying for a response from the gods.

However, what awaited them was the icy darkness, as if the other side had completely fallen into dead silence, and there would no longer be a familiar response from the gods.

"How could the great Lizardman God, Samuanya, fall... No, absolutely not!"

They couldn't accept the truth, but as more and more Lizardmen priests felt the loss of their own magic, even their extraordinary strength began to slide down rapidly, falling to mortals.

Panic... spreads instantly!

The wails of the wise men who survived the aftermath of the war mills and battles of the gods have also given countless lizardmen and gnoll warriors unbelievable insights into the truth.

The god of the lizardmen, Samuanya, who ruled the kingdom of Bethlik for countless years... has fallen! ?

......

......

Towering city walls.

Many heroes stood, looking up at the gradually changing sky.

They clearly felt the energy fluctuations of the transition plane at this moment. The terrifying wave of destruction carried a dazzling crimson light, which directly affected the main material plane, which was strong and shocking.

"What a terrifying energy fluctuation.... Did this directly shatter the kingdom of God?" Kenan hovered quietly in the air, with lightning flashes in his eyes.

The thousands of thunders made him feel extremely familiar, and it was the power of the inextinguishable Kuanglei Volibear.

When he was on a mission in the Freljord, he saw such a savage and domineering force, which also strengthened his determination to pursue strength and move forward bravely.

As the enforcer of the Ionian equilibrium, the chaos and darkness encountered by Kennan is beyond imagination, and because of this, he is desperate for the power of lightning and thunder.

"Hahaha, victory!" Delevingne laughed wildly, and the black beard bound by the copper ring swayed, and in the depths of the eyes of others, a trace of worry disappeared.

hum! hum! hum!

The crimson life energy burst out and turned into streams, entwining under Draven's feet, like a source of energy.

"It's time for us to start work!" The ring-handled axe spun, and Draven turned back to look at the Noxian Legionnaires who were waiting, and roared.

"Noxus!"

"Follow me to kill the enemy!"

Bang!

【Blood Sprint】!

Draven took the lead and jumped down from the city wall, the ring-handled axe in both hands rolled up a white hurricane, and the crimson stream under his feet was turbulent, accelerating his figure and rushing to the edge of the plain, the army of the kingdom of Bethlik, who was in chaos .

Looking at Draven's maddened state, the other heroes are not far behind.

The battle of the gods has ended, and the Valoran Territory has won the final victory, so the next thing becomes very simple.

Heroes such as Kenan, Teemo, Urgot, Katerina, and the alchemist Singed also carried their alchemy shields.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

The heavy gates of the Fortress of Forsbarrow opened, and the Noxian Legionnaires turned into a black torrent of steel and rushed to the plains again.

The bloody confrontation staged before was interrupted by the terrifying battle of the gods, but the burning blood has not been extinguished, and they are still desperate for war.

Da da! Da da! Da da!

In the barren plain, an earthquake-like roar exploded, and the violent yordle rode the undead desert dragon lizard and charged at the forefront.

"Noxus, rush ah ah ah ah ah!"

A frenzied charge inspired the blood of all, with Kled as the arrow and the Noxian Scarlet cavalry as the tip, followed by the Noxian Expeditionary Cavalry and the Noxian Cavalry.

boom!

The chilling atmosphere rose into the sky, dispelling the warmth that had just been spilled between heaven and earth.

......

......

He heard the earth shaking suddenly behind him.

The lizardmen legends stopped their sadness in their hearts and looked back, only to see the legionnaires of Valoran Land in their field of vision, as well as the terrifying powerhouses in front of them that brought a sense of threat.

"Retreat, retreat!" The Legend of the Lizardman was suspended in mid-air and gave an order loudly.

"Everyone leaves immediately and returns to the kingdom."

only those who stay

The Lizardman priests and many warriors in the same place, as if they had never heard an order, still knelt on the ground, silently singing praises, and praying for the gods' response.

Only a small number of lizardmen warriors and gnoll soldiers heard the orders of the legends and fled in the direction they came from.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

But for a moment, the Noxian Legionnaires, who turned into torrents of steel, rushed to the edge of the plain, raised their butcher knives, and mercilessly slaughtered these mourning Lizardmen priests and Lizardmen warriors.

There is absolutely no mercy in the battle between races, not to mention that the two sides were still fighting each other on the plain before.

The slaughter begins!

The gods have fallen, these lizardmen priests have lost their faith, and the lizardmen warriors are no longer as brave as before. The weak resistance made the battle look extremely boring.

The Noxian Legionnaires were like icy machines, repeating the movements of raising and lowering their knives, looking down at the heads of despair and pain.

The Noxian cavalry regiment led by Kled swept past the slaughterhouse and continued to hunt down the soldiers of the Beshlik Kingdom who had fled in embarrassment.

Forsbarrow Fortress is still a long way from the jungles of Bethlik Kingdom. It is impossible for these lizardmen warriors and gnoll soldiers to escape without paying the price of blood.

As for the legends of the lizardmen and gnolls, they will be handed over to Draven and others who are hungry for blood.

This war that has mobilized the most soldiers since the establishment of the Valoran Territory is far from meeting the needs of many heroes, because all the style is occupied by Volibear, Pantheon and Darius, and their achievements look a bit bleak. No light, so those lizard man legends and gnoll legends were their last chance.

The killing continued, but with less and less intensity, until night fell and it was over.

The strong smell of blood, like rust, fluttered between heaven and earth with the evening wind, painting a red halo on the twinkling stars.

Most of the lizards and gnolls who participated in this war perished and were completely buried on the plains. Only a small number of them fled into the jungle in a hurry and disappeared.

"Once the war begins, no one is innocent."

The final wailing stopped, Teemo stepped on the broken corpse, behind the dark green lens was indifference, and the mechanical dart in his hand was filled with white mist.

"Don't be so cold." Kenan stood beside Teemo, looked at his partner, and said with a soft smile.

Looking around the icy surroundings, all you can see are broken corpses, lizardmen, gnolls, superhumans, and legends aloof.

Dense, innumerable.

Sticky and dry flesh, white bones, broken blades and armor are mixed together, as if randomly discarded garbage covers the surface of the plain, looking terrifying and abnormal, like a reappearance of the abyss.

"The war never ends, the battlefield is constantly changing, and we...!"

"Will always be there and win!"