League of Legends Invades Another World

The candle flickered.

In the dark and dark passage, a quiet atmosphere pervaded.

Frost Whisperer Orgust shuddered involuntarily when he heard Vladimir's words, recalling the horror of the handsome young man in front of him, and hurriedly bowed and said.

"I'm sorry, Lord Vladimir, I made a blunder."

The eager and humble tone did not show the pride that a high-level legend should have.

The Lord of Purgatory Flames, Petrick, who was half a position behind, looked at the humble posture of Ogst in front of him, and did not despise him in the slightest.

They have bowed their heads once in the face of life.

Now I just want to ride the giant ship of Valoran to ride the waves and ride through this chaotic and orderly war storm.

But compared to Vladimir, Petrick especially misses Garen when he guarded Chiyan City, at least they don't have to worry that they will become the experimental subjects of blood sorcery.

demon? devil?

During the time they spent with Vladimir, whether it was Ogst or Petrick, they felt that the heinous demon lords they had seen before were nothing at all.

Scarlet Reaper, this is the name they unintentionally said from the conversation between Modrian and Vladimir.

A devil desperate for blood!

Although under the strong pressure of Modrian's warning, Vladimir could not study the blood of mortals to the fullest, but in order to extend his lifespan beyond the laws of nature, he could control the body and mind of his intelligent creatures at will.

Vladimir aimed blood witchcraft experiments on some intelligent life, as well as many demons and devils active in the abyss.

Shape the flesh!

Mutant blood!

The extraordinary skills once reappeared in Valoran Continent, and Vladimir carried out blood sorcery experiments to his heart's content in the Red Flame City of the Abyss of Original Sin.

In that laboratory full of crimson lines, Vladimir has purified the blood types of thousands of different intelligent creatures. Decomposed a lot of fresh blood power, and even he saw a further opportunity.

Shhh!

Vladimir raised a white finger in front of his bloody lips and whispered to Ogst, "Then keep quiet!"

His indifferent eyes glanced at Patrick, who continued to walk in the passage with precise steps.

"Let's go!"

Petrick thought of the sight that Vladimir had just looked at, and his heart was filled with a trace of haze.

High-level legend?

In Scarlet Flame City, in the laboratory that was flowing with endless blood, legendary corpses could be seen everywhere, and he even saw with his own eyes a vampire who ignited the fire of God hanging upside down above the rune formation in the center of the laboratory.

"I hope that the great Lord Modrian will no longer send us to be stationed in Chiyan City this time. No matter where we go, it is better than staying by Vladimir's side."

Petrick and Ogst looked at each other vaguely, then moved to keep up with Vladimir's.

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The dull footsteps echoed in the dark passage, and a long and two short strange shadows were distorted and crooked in the candlelight.

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Lanvasul Castle.

This magnificent city that once belonged to the Jeffrey family has long since changed its appearance after the development of Valoran in recent years.

Overlooking the city.

The gray-white flag fluttered in the wind, and the engraved golden blade pierced the sky.

The surface of the sturdy and heavy city wall is engraved with countless runes of light; in the deep hole like the stars dotted, there are huge steel monsters.

Looking along the wall stacks, behind the city wall stands tall towers piercing the sky.

The tower is white, with layers of faint silver lines, spreading along the stairs to the top like a nest.

The howling wind in the fall blew his hair, and Galen was wearing the armor of a madman, holding the sword of divine justice, standing on the top of the tower in the center, and his resolute eyes fell on the sandy yellow sand plain not far away.

The wind was blowing back, the gravel was flying, and the sky was dark!

The environment of the Yellow Sand Plain in the field of vision is completely a restricted area for life.

The yellow sand land with very little vegetation and lack of life breath has been ravaged by the god of tyranny, Hextor, and the name of the forbidden area of ​​life is even more worthy of its name.

The continuous sand dunes are connected to the sky and the earth, and the vast and infinite gravel swept through any place with the strong wind.

These seemingly small gravels have long been eroded by the remaining abyss and become deadly blades of death. Those who touch them are either killed or injured, especially for mortals, they are completely deadly.

In the past six months, this plain like the yellow sea has become a gathering place for countless abyss demons. From time to time, brutal monsters from the abyss burst out of the yellow sand plain and attacked the towns and villages in the eastern region of Valoran.

But soon, the mutation of the Yellow Sand Plain caught the attention of Valoran, and it quickly became a training ground for the Demacian Legion.

Every day, a large number of Demacian soldiers will go deep into the Yellow Sand Plain under the leadership of the officers to collect some magic cores while dealing with monsters in the abyss.

"Shadow Stream? Is there anything you want to tell the lord?" Garen retracted his gaze and looked at the shadow beside him, his dull voice like a lion.

What answered Garen was a black glow that crossed the cold autumn wind and landed in front of him.

Black letterhead!

Galen lowered his eyes and noticed the slightly unfamiliar postmark on the letterhead.

Looking slightly puzzled, he immediately opened the letterhead.

"Notify Poppy and Fiona to return to Lanvasul Castle immediately!"

After a while, a low voice echoed on the top of the white tower.

"Yes, Lord Garen!"

At the stairs at the top of the tower, the Demacian Bright Guard in heavy armor immediately bowed and replied, walking downstairs quickly.

"Have you started yet?"

The fiery white energy burned out the black letterhead in his hand, and Galen looked back to the southwest. His deep eyes seemed to have crossed the distant spatial distance, reflecting a majestic and majestic city.

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Limontanlu.

The royal capital of the old era has become one of the most prosperous cities in the Valoran Territory.

Crossing the towering city wall, the noisy and bustling atmosphere comes from the pavement, and there are many shops on both sides of the street.

The bustling crowd, like the tide, moved forward along the street; the magical lights on the roadside were dazzling, and everything looked fantastic and real.

The bustling scene in front of me seems to be returning to the prosperity of the past.

However, the wandering merchants who traveled south and north knew that the place outside the Valoran Territory was in a purgatory-like life. Even though a lot of abyss demons have died down recently, the darkness of people's hearts has long been eroded, and chaos still haunts the Kaladimos Continent.

Aristocratic area, the residence of the Dale family.

This ordinary-looking building with a little luxurious decoration has people waiting at the door every day, some people pay attention, and some people are eager to be appreciated.

In the recent war in the kingdom of Bethlik, there were many lucky guys who became new nobles because of the noble promotion decree issued by Modrian.

Even though the number of nobles in the Valoran territory increased, it did not affect the status of the Dale family in the slightest.

In the private words of the nobles, the Lord is far away in the western jungle, and the Dale family has become the most powerful noble in the eastern region today.

Deep in the mansion, in the study room with magic lights on.

The two most prominent members of the Dale family are sitting opposite each other.

"Father, have you received Yingliu's letterhead?"

Horace sat in the corner of the study, looking calmly at Marquis Gardner in front of him.

As one of Modrian's only followers, Horace's current status is no less than that of the Dale family, and even the prestige of [Flame Spear] is far better than that of the Dale family in the eyes of some new nobles.

All because of the unique identity of Horace Lindbergh Dale.

Apart from his status as a follower of Modrian, he was also the first-in-line heir of the Dale family. The superimposed relationship between the two created Horace's special status.

The head of the study, Marquis Gardner leaned back on the seat, looked at his eldest son with relief and said softly, "It seems that our lord has made up his mind."

"Is it because of the conflict between the nobles? Or..." Recalling the recent accidents in the territory and the almost terrifying rumors of blasphemy, Marquis Gardner felt a surging undercurrent.

"Aristocratic conflict?"

Horace raised his brows slightly and interrupted Marquis Gardner's next words directly.

"Lord Father, do you think Lord Modrian will care about the movements of those nobles?"

"Well...it's also possible, maybe the smell of power has made their ambitions extremely inflated, thinking that Valoran is an old force that the nobles can control and influence?"

Hearing Horace's words, Marquis Gardner straightened his body slightly with a solemn expression.

The intelligence personnel of the Dale family have also collected some crazy information recently, but compared with Horace, the identity of the follower, the information that can be accessed, there is a gap after all.

"Complain about Lord Modrian's decision?"

Horace looked cold, remembering some chaos in the territory recently: "A comfortable and comfortable life makes them forget the most important things."

"Who brought them this life?"

"It's Lord Modrian and the Valoran leader!"

The light flickered, reflecting on Horace's pale face. He seemed to want to say something, but he thought of some rumors, pointed to the sky, and said, "Let's go as soon as possible, my father."

God, do not blaspheme.

With their current status, they can spread almost blasphemous words like crazy people.

As the level of contact becomes higher, the more they can feel the gap between themselves and the gods, especially the vision of the sky a few days ago, they are deeply afraid.

Yes, with the rise of the Valoran Territory, the Dale family has come into contact with many levels that were previously unreachable, but the more they do, the more they feel their own insignificance and the difference from Lord Modrian.

As for the small movements of the nobles in the territory, of course they know, after all, Dale's status and strength are there.

It's just that because Modrian has always remained silent, they can't do anything, they can only keep silent and let the nobles make trouble.

"Horace."

Marquis Gardner stood up and stared at the eldest son in front of him. The bright yellow light reflected his figure in Horace's pupils: "The Dale family will always follow in the footsteps of Lord Lord!"

Order and chaos are about to intertwine, and no one can see their own destiny, but the Dale family has at least a glimmer of hope.