League of Legends Invades Another World

deep in consciousness.

The pale golden scale is like a crescent moon, hanging high on the top, shedding hazy rays of light.

"Essence as a weight!"

Modrian was a little hesitant. If it was exchanged for any other currency, he would definitely not appear to be so uncertain as he is now, but when the essence is used as a weight, he must deeply consider the specific gains and losses.

Because in his opinion, whether it is the blue essence or the orange essence, it can be completely equivalent to part of the strength of the Valoran Territory.

Although the previous summons only got four hero cards, there are a lot of other types of cards, which undoubtedly adds a lot of power to the Valoran leader.

"Fate, Scales!"

Thoughts surging, Modrian couldn't help but think of the changes brought by the first Fate card to Valoran, and there are indelible traces to this day.

"So this time? Will the balance of fate also bring unexpected gains?"

As soon as the idea came up, Modrian felt a touch of heat in the depths of his soul, which made him a little unable to settle his thoughts. The disparate ideas turned into demons and angels, hovering in the depths of his mind, shouting at each other.

"What am I afraid of?"

But after a while, Modrian immediately reacted and said with self-deprecation: "Even if my thoughts are wrong, the cards in the name of destiny will not be too bad. After all, it is a temporary task reward given by the system, and there is a lower limit guarantee. ."

At the moment, Modrian's thoughts were settled, and his consciousness floated to the system panel, pulling out a thousand azure blue essences and placing them on the milky white tray.

Clang!

As soon as a pile of azure blue essence entered the scope of the scale of destiny, it turned into a block of heavy blue weights, fell neatly, and flattened the tray.

Buzz! Buzz!

As the weights piled up, the scale began to tilt in the direction of Modrian, and within his field of vision, a dark green data stream flickered on the tray at the other end of the scale, gradually condensing a quaint card.

Based on the style alone, he can conclude that it is just a building card, and it seems to be a building he has seen before, not a rare building, but a more common building card.

"Tsk tsk, stingy system!"

Modrian gave up some unrealistic thoughts in his heart and continued to extract the blue essence in the system panel, turning them into small and heavy blue weights, which were stacked in the balance tray.

As time passed, the weights increased.

The League of Legends system makes corresponding changes.

The dark green data flow begins to be illusory, and the style of the solid cards is also chaotic and hazy, sometimes turning into building cards, sometimes ace soldier cards, sometimes purple random equipment cards, or random hero cards. .....

In short, the style of the card becomes more refined and perfect as the weight increases.

"Is it the limit? Or do you want to add some other weights?"

Modrian has always been paying attention to the change in the balance of fate. Until now, no matter how much blue essence he invested, it seemed that the style of the cards limited a certain range, and there had never been a single special type of card.

He looked at the system panel, gritted his teeth, and consciously pulled out a large amount of orange essence, which fell to the tray.

Click!

The clear orange essence turned into an exquisite weight, which just fell into the tray, and immediately caused a change in the dark green data flow at the other end.

"continue!"

Seeing that his raise was effective, but did not cause a qualitative change, Modrian became ruthless, and once again pulled out an indeterminate amount of orange essence, which fell into the tray.

Clang!

Add weights.

In an instant, the balance was out of balance.

The tray in front of Modrian rose high, and the tray at the other end instantly fell to the bottom. The entangled dark green data stream was chaotic, soaked with blood, and a strong smell of rust permeated.

[Ding...Congratulations to the host, successfully using the card: Balance of Destiny, get a reward...]

The icy system prompt sounded quietly in his ears, Modrian waited attentively, and the balance of destiny reflected in his pupils turned into golden sand and slowly dissipated.

【Designated Hero Card: Aatrox】!

"Sword Demon?"

As soon as the system prompt sounded, Modrian murmured subconsciously, and then before he had time to react, a large blood red appeared out of nowhere in the depths of consciousness, like a monstrous wave, sweeping over.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A wave of bright red blood hit, pulling Modrian into the sea of ​​blood. From time to time, there would be waves that swayed, exploded, fluttered, and returned to the tide again, surging forward.

......

Inside the magic secret room, the atmosphere is quiet.

The dangling pale golden scale seems to have lost its energy support, and is gradually fading and dissipating into the air.

Click! Click! Click!

Suddenly, Modrian's figure standing upright staggered back, step by step, leaving deep traces on the floor.

"Damn, the cards are out of control!"

Consciousness returned to the body, Modrian said in a deep voice, deep in his eyes, the delicate system panel was stained with a few strands of blood, but with a breath, it spread like blood and tears along the corner of his eyes.

Rare unexpected situation.

In all his previous summoning card experiences, there was only one time, which was somewhat similar to the current accident.

The one who once summoned the ancient fear Fiddlesticks

terrified event.

As the ancient and terrifying ancient fear of Valoran continent, when Fiddlesticks recovered, endless black crows poured out and flooded the secret room.

And Modrian was caught off guard, especially in the case of close contact, and he didn't have time to react at all, and he fell into a sea of ​​fear.

Even if he has the strength of a high-level legend, he cannot break free.

Fortunately, Pantheon and Swain were silently guarding him at that time, awakening him in fear, so that he would not be too rude in front of Fiddlesticks.

After that call, he named the Fiddlestick-induced fear event as....

[Card out of control]!

Now, he encountered the card out of control event again.

"Darkborn Sword Demon Aatrox!"

In many legends of Valoran continent, the Darkborn Demon Sword has been mentioned, some describe him as a god, some say he is a demon, and so on, but they never deny his terrifying power!

Blood soaked through his eyes, turning into strands of crimson silk threads, covering the floor of the magic secret room.

In an instant, the sea of ​​blood came.

The turbulent wave tip is like a sharp blood sword, wandering in the void, but with a few strokes, it quickly outlines a bizarre scarlet magic circle.

Buzz!

The thick fog filled the air, gradually filling the sky above the scarlet magic circle, forming a solid and deep cage, with countless complicated runes flowing on the surface, like shackles, trapping demons.

"Listen..."

"Extinct, be silent!"

The wanton and frantic voice resounded through the secret room, and the scarlet magic circle burst into a dazzling light in an instant.

Click!

The deep cage was shattered, and a crimson giant sword slashed through the magic circle and embedded in the floor of the secret room, followed by a strong arm wrapped in black armor reaching out into the mist and holding the hilt of the sword.

"Hmm...I smell a familiar scent!"

"Panson the pretentious, and... Swain who believes in the devil!"

The fog lifted and the air smelled of death and ashes.

Then, heavy footsteps sounded, and a tall and strong figure walked out of the magic circle. The red body was like a mountain, bringing suffocating pressure.

Under the black double-horned helmet, frantic red eyes looked around the secret room, first looking at Panson, then pausing on Swain for a while, and finally looking at Modrian.

"New master?"

Aatrox pulled out the crimson sword embedded in the ground, and a terrifying aura suddenly rose, as if the end had come, covering Modrian and others.

At the same time, the magic runes engraved in the secret room collapsed one after another, and the blood-red aura was like a beast that broke free, clinging to the wall, venting his inner madness and desire to kill.

"Sorry, my will, does not allow..."

call! call! call!

The cyan hurricane swayed, blowing away the smell of death and ashes along the gap in the wall, and then turned into a shield of wind, guarding in front of Modrian.

"Storm's Fury, Janna?"

Aatrox's footsteps stopped slightly. He didn't care about Pantheon and Swain. Although he had his arm cut off by Pantheon, that was in the past. Now he is stronger. He will crush Pantheon's body and hollow it out. Swain's mind. (self-thinking)

It's just that if there is one more Janna now, the situation will be a little different...

"Huh?" Aatrox frowned, the wings on his back flapped gently, he looked at the shadow in the corner, a scarecrow in a broken sackcloth was staring at him quietly, his indifferent eyes made him a little scared.

"Ancient fear Fiddlesticks!"

"And.... Jade God Ivern!"

Turning his eyes, Aatrox stopped walking and stood there, noticing the dark green giant tree slowly condensing behind Modrian, the majestic vitality made him feel a touch of uneasiness.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the magic secret room, the atmosphere suddenly became a little stagnant, only the cyan hurricane blew a slight movement.

Modrian folded his arms and looked at Aatrox in front of him. Since he had experienced a card out-of-control incident, why didn't he make more preparations?

Especially this lottery draw is particularly important, he can be said to have put in a lot of effort and prepared very well.

Five to one!

Even more than that.

Even so, Modrian was secretly vigilant in his heart, and the Darkborn Sword Demon Aatrox was far from being as simple as everyone thought.

The second line is just a cry after fate has played with it!

......

Aatrox, the true name of the Darkborn Sword Demon, was Shurima's greatest warrior against the void.

When he was remade as an Ascendant, his wings were like the golden light of dawn, and his armor shone like a constellation of constellations behind the great veil of deep space.

In the following time, Aatrox led the most elite army of god warriors;

Forged the glorious Shurima Empire;

Killed the most ferocious abyss void monster;

Rescue Icacia in distress!

Has also washed the most innocent mortals;

slaughtered the most vast land!

Looking back again, Aatrox and his celestial warriors were nothing more than a group of pitiful and deplorable people. They contained the expansion of the Void Madness and sealed the biggest rift.

But when they returned to Valoran, they were forever lost by their enemies.

Changed, and the mortals who were finally guarded were named the darkin.

After all, the glorious history was erased by the yellow sand in the sky;

Great names are long forgotten!

The many deeds left by Aatrox and the god warriors were dismissed by the light, and the sinful souls were bound by the holiness!

they lost their homeland;

they lost their comrades;

they lost their enemies;

They have lost their existence!

So they...

Choose revenge!

Choose to fall!

Choose crazy!

Choose Oblivion!

......

"From gods to darklings!"

After digesting the memory information passed by the system, Modrian said in a low voice, "The gap is indeed a bit big!"

Glory dies, revenge fails.

The power of the Twilight Protoss imprisoned Aatrox, locking his soul forever in the great sword that accompanied him on countless expeditions.

The endless dark cage once wrapped around Aatrox like a cocoon, and no matter how humiliatingly he prayed, all that could be brought back was silence.

Until you break free from the cage and return to the world.

He swore that even if he bowed his head to his fate, he did not want to return to darkness again.

However, just now, when Aatrox faced many heroes under Modrian, hesitant thoughts came to his mind, which directly caused the League of Legends system to suppress the restlessness in his soul and successfully solve the card out-of-control incident.

Magic lights flicker.

Darkborn Sword Demon Aatrox was half-kneeling on the ground, his arrogant head was lowered, and the scarlet giant sword was stuck at his side, offering his words of loyalty to Modrian.

"Aatrox has seen Lord Lord!"

With Aatrox's submission, Modrian's heart suddenly relaxed, a gentle smile appeared on his fair face, and the blood power surging in his body burned his body like a flame, faintly touching the limit of legend.