League of Legends Invades Another World

Sunset on the west hills.

The golden evening glow is hidden in the dark night, and a silvery-white full moon gradually emerges, hanging high above the sky.

After Modrian finished his dinner, he took Annie and the others for a walk along the green path in the main castle, admiring the spring scenery in the garden.

Thanks to Ivern, the primeval forests surrounding the Immortal Fortress and the gardens inside the main keep remain verdant even in the harsh winter months.

Of course, there are not only budding trees, but also a wide variety of delicate and beautiful flowers, red, yellow, and white, which seem to be colorful scrolls, engraved on the earth.

With the spring breeze blowing, it seems that graceful girls are dancing.

In this elegant style, Modrian let go of his inner thoughts, returned to the embrace of nature, and enjoyed a moment of tranquility.

This has gradually become one of his habits.

Every time I finished dealing with the affairs in hand, I walked along the path either alone, or with Annie and Yuumi.

However, today's leisurely stroll has added a naughty partner, and the endless laughter along the way has brought a different color to the main castle.

This is the glorious festival day, a new year gift given by the League of Legends system.

In addition to the hero cards, there are also some interesting cards in the New Year gift pack.

Time passed and the night grew darker.

After watching Annie and the others enter the room, Modrian returned to the study.

The shadow is dark, and Jie stands silently like a withered sculpture.

After hearing the footsteps, the red eyes opened, reflecting Modrian's figure.

Squeak!

Jie stretched out his hand and pushed away the bookshelf beside him. Behind him was a well-decorated secret room. The runes engraved on the wall concealed the surging magical energy.

In addition to the engraved runes in the secret room, there is also a golden teleporter.

Modrian stepped up, and Jie stood quietly behind.

Wow!

The golden light shone like the scorching sun, but it was firmly bound in the secret room and could not bloom until the light dissipated, and the figure disappeared.

 …

Things change.

The space and things in front of him are changing, and a slight shaking feeling pervades the body.

When Modrian opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar smell coming from the Iron Glass City deep underground.

The pungent and unpleasant chemicals, as well as the inexplicable smell of metal cutting and melting, are mixed together, which is confusing.

Even though the Iron Glass City had already filled the vents and had Janna's help, the smell of gas that was produced all the time made all this go to waste.

Basically, all scientific and technological researchers working in Iron Glass City will be required to wear air-purifying masks to prevent infection and affect their health.

The Valoran Empire from the perspective of the outside world seems to have stopped moving forward, rectifying and digesting many internal interests.

Only a few people such as Modrian and Swain know that the Valoran Empire has never stopped, and has kept its original aspirations and strode forward.

The Iron Glass City is the beating heart of the Valoran Empire.

A large amount of scientific and technological blood produced and transported here, through different channels, supplies the imperial army, supplies logistics consumption, and silently provides the impetus for the empire to move forward.

Tap! Tap!

Modrian walked along the corridor in front of him. The silver-gray metal walls were spotless, and the soft magic lights on the top illuminated the dim space.

A technology researcher in white soft clothing that I occasionally met, after saluting, hurried away, as if he had endless things to do.

Modrian kept moving forward at a constant speed, his calm eyes scanned everything in the laboratory, and ripples appeared in his heart.

Turning around the corner of the corridor, he saw Singed walking towards him, his expression flashed with surprise, and Singed in his memory seemed to have never looked so tired.

The white robe he was wearing hadn't been washed for a long time, and it was contaminated with different experimental products, and the damaged skin could be seen in the corroded opening of the robe.

On the thin face, the greasyness was visible to the naked eye, and the pale yellow sweat stains were dotted with the white mask.

The most obvious ones are the eyes, the whites of the eyes are bloodshot, centered on the child's hole, spreading to the surroundings, densely covering the pupils.

"Your Majesty, Professor Heimerdinger and Giggs are waiting for you in the experimental command room." Seeing Modrian, Singed bowed slightly and said, guiding him forward.

"Professor Heimerdinger came out?" Modrian said in surprise.

Professor Heimerdinger locked himself in the room earlier, but he didn't expect it to end so soon, which was a bit of a coincidence.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Professor Heimerdinger has completed most of the plans for the experiment. Waiting for the final resources to be shipped to Iron Glass City, he can proceed to the final experiment and assembly." Singed replied softly, showing admiration in his tone.

Back in Valoran, when he was still an apprentice, he had heard the name of Professor Heimerdinger when he was still studying alchemy and pharmacy.

Later, until he became a Zaun alchemist, possessing unparalleled intelligence, he even dedicated his life and sanity to the exploration of the boundaries of knowledge at all costs.

At that time, he thought that he could at least compete with Professor Heimerdinger in alchemy.

But in the core experiment he participated in this time, Singed really saw the impeccable comprehensiveness of Professor Heimerdinger.

Sex, as well as a deep and sea-like knowledge reserve, I realized that my previous thoughts were somewhat ridiculous.

"Well, then go and have a look."

Modrian followed behind Singed and walked towards the command room in the experimental area.

The iron and glass city buried deep underground is divided into three layers, almost recreating the appearance of the former Zaan.

The first floor is a public place. After expansion, the layers are stacked like a metal labyrinth. The dull light scattered through the pollution fog reflects a colorful brilliance.

There are many twilight bars and entertainment venues built on this floor for daily use, and it can be regarded as an area with heavy air pollution.

The second floor is the metal plaza. There are countless metal pipes built in the wide and complicated metal corridors, and there are also a large number of personal laboratories and cooperative laboratories belonging to alchemy technology researchers.

At the same time, the second floor is the area with the most serious air pollution, and the substantive polluted gas solidifies on the top of the corridor, forming a colorful mechanical picture scroll.

The experimental area where Modrian is located is the third bottom floor and the most important core area, through which most technological products are released.

Almost identical silver-white walls frequently appeared in the field of vision, until they came to a heavy metal giant door, and the instruments embedded on the left and right lit up with azure blue brilliance.

"Identified successfully, welcome to His Majesty Modrian."

With the cold and stiff mechanical sound echoing in the silver corridor, the giant metal door in front of it slowly moved to the sides, revealing a pure white corridor.

 …

Iron Glass City, experimental command room.

This is the experimental coordination room proposed by Professor Heimerdinger, which can effectively improve the experimental efficiency of the core area of ​​the third floor, and has produced many products combining magic runes and Hex technology.

Passing through the corridor, the first thing that came into view were sheets of paper with black writing scattered all over the command room, in a mess and disorder, with no place to stay.

Professor Heimerdinger, Giggs, and Rambo were submerged in the manuscripts, but judging from their appearance, they didn't seem to care, and they were still concentrating on flipping through the experimental data in their hands.

Modrian, who stood at the door, looked at the chaos in the room, frowned slightly, and immediately waved his hands.

A blood-red glow enveloped the room. Scattered experimental manuscripts were suspended in the air, and then like autumn leaves flying, they were neatly stacked together, stacked to the corner.

Leaving his gaze away from Professor Heimerdinger, Modrian looked at the command room the first time he noticed a giant blueprint that occupied most of the west wall.

Disordered and messy lines, unfamiliar and strange graphics, scribbled notes that cannot see the original content, and countless number symbols like ants occupying most of the drawing, they together outline a rhombus-like shape, but there are many different shapes pattern.

Modrian paced under the giant drawing, carefully looking at the content on the drawing.

Even if he couldn't understand it at all, the countless lines and symbols, complex graphics and annotations seemed to be real technological art, which brought him a different kind of shock.

"His Majesty!"

Professor Heimerdinger's deep voice recalled Modrian's thoughts.

He was stunned, and suddenly came back to his senses. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the obviously bolded black font in the lower right corner of the drawing.

[Special model · final draft · 1992 version (to be revised)】!

Modrian turned around and saw Professor Heimerdinger with a slightly tired expression: "Sorry, I was a little absorbed in watching."

For yordles, they have a long life and inexhaustible energy, allowing them to curiously pursue the truth and fun of the world.

Now not only Professor Heimerdinger, Giggs and Rambo also look tired.

Professor Heimerdinger looked past Modrian and looked up at the giant blueprints on the wall: "Your Majesty, most of the designs for the special model have been donated, and experimental assembly has begun."

"The estimated time will be about half a year."

"Half a year?" Modrian whispered softly, not too long or too short.

"Yes, this is still on the premise that the empire's resources will be tilted in the next six months and the resource supply of the Kingdom of Fadirha will be occupied." Professor Heimerdinger lifted the frame of the mirror, rubbed his eyes, and continued to speak.

"If the situation in the empire is difficult, we will complete the experiment as early as possible."

Hearing this, Modrian shook his head lightly: "There is no rush, what I need is perfection, even if the time is late, it doesn't matter."

He looked down at Professor Heimerdinger who was rubbing his eyes, Ziggs who was yawning, Rambo who was stunned, and Singed who looked tired.

"Relax, time is always on our side!"

Entering the Iron Glass City this time, Modrian observed that the laboratory is like a machine loaded with springs. Everyone performs their duties and works non-stop. Even most of the ordinary scientific and technological researchers are mentally stressed. Stretched and exhausted.

Yes, under the current situation.

Modrian and the Valoran Empire really need a real hole card to deter the order camp and the bottomless abyss.

But he didn't want to bring down Iron Glass City for this trump card.

"Singed, I need you to re-establish a schedule and forcibly prohibit technology researchers from using stimulant drugs."

"Okay, Your Majesty." The waiting Singed immediately replied with a slight bow.

After that, Modrian followed Professor Heimerdinger and others, listening to them explain the difficulties of the special model drawings and the future vision of the special model.

Although he can mostly... well, hardly hear it at all, it doesn't hinder the enthusiasm of the yordles.

Gradually, Modrian suddenly realized that he seemed to be an outsider, standing silently on one side, looking at the yordles in front of them who were caught in a 'quarrel'.

Perhaps immersed in work.

Professor Heimerdinger and others, who were discussing intensely, didn't see the exhaustion just now, and looked extremely excited.

He spoke very professional words in his mouth, and regardless of Modrian's presence, his plush face seemed to be in a red-warm state, and he started arguing red-faced.

In the end, he even faced the giant blueprint on the wall——【Special Model · Final Draft · 1992 Edition (to be revised)】

Pointing fingers, dissatisfied, and controversial data, just pick up a piece of white paper and record it, and prepare to enter the revision again.

This may, may, or...

It is the origin of the 1992 edition.

Revision 1993, coming soon!