League of Legends Invades Another World

The sun sets on the western mountain, and the crimson evening glow covers the sky.

The immortal fortress standing above the horizon is majestic and towering, and the sky is full of rays of light, pouring layers of golden colors for this silent city.

After a long journey, the convoy followed the Noxus expeditionary cavalry in front, passed through the city gate corridor, and then walked along the bluestone avenue to the mansion specially provided by Modrian for Sophia.

The emerald green carriage stopped, a little dust fell from the wooden wheels, and the pure white snow horse lowered its head and snorted.

The curtains embroidered with patterns were raised, and Ferran raised his eyes to look at the mansion in front of him, his expression softened slightly.

Lush green vegetation climbed out of the gate wall, colorful flowers dotted the mansion, and filled the air with a strong breath of life.

This is a very suitable environment for forest nurses to live in.

Ferran let out a breath, maintained an elegant posture, got off the carriage, then turned around, carefully took Sophia's hand, and slowly entered the mansion.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Ferran's pursuit of Sophia is not simple love, mixed with a little utilitarianism.

Phelan never denied it, and always faced doubts with a smile.

But turning the pages of time, Modrian had not yet risen at that time, and the Valoran Empire was still a territory, far from what it is now.

Phelan admitted that he didn't have very strong feelings for Sophia at the beginning.

It's just that, in the process of pursuit, he tasted a special taste that he had never had in his previous life.

One of the heirs in line of the Balas family, the Templar Knight chosen by the Ice and Snow Temple.

When he had memory images, Ferran was under the spotlight on the stage, and there were countless people watching his every move.

Perhaps it was such a different feeling that made him persevere until the day when it would blossom and bear fruit.

When the two were alone, Ferran once said to Sophia, my fate is divided into two parts, when I didn't meet you, and after I met you.

It can be seen that his love for Sophia is extremely sincere.

However, even such a strong love is like a passing cloud in the face of faith!

 …

Brilliant starlight adorns the dark night, silently falling into the city, until a black tulip blooms in the deep night sky.

Looking at the sky, the golden dawn light soaks through the clouds, shining with glazed luster, driving away the darkness and announcing the arrival of dawn.

In front of the towering main castle, Ferran stood quietly in the dawn light, with Sophia in emerald green robe beside him.

Without hindrance, the solemn-looking armored soldiers led them into the main castle, with heavy footsteps hitting the ground.

Ferran recognized the identity of the leading soldier. There were three notches on the sturdy and thick breastplate, covered with a dark red cloak, with sharp blades hanging from his waist.

They are the best and most loyal of all the soldiers of the Valoran Empire - the Trifari Legionnaires.

Go over the steps and enter the winding corridor.

Ferran wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound. He finally closed his mouth after seeing the sharp-edged buildings around him, and soldiers of the Trifari Legion standing like sculptures.

Time passed quietly, and after a cup of tea, they walked along the corridor to the living room.

Push open the heavy wooden door, and the gentle magic lights shine down.

The soldiers of the Trifari Legion left, and waiting for Ferran and the others was Swain with a black cane.

"Welcome, Miss Sophia!" Swain said, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and then his eyes fell on Sophia's side: "And Your Excellency Ferran."

Polite aristocratic greeting, but before and after the salutation, Domin Swain's attitude.

Ferran frowned slightly, and his inexplicable expression disappeared from Tong Kong. He looked at Swain, who was talking and laughing, and said in a low voice: "I have seen Swain, Sophia and I came all the way here, and I am a little disturbed."

"Want to ask when His Majesty Modrian will come?"

For some reason, facing Swain's eagle-eyed patrol, Ferran felt a little uneasy.

Thinking of the name of the man in front of him, and his status in the Valoran Empire, his heart gradually became flustered.

The crumbling empire, the bloody wave of attack.

Couldn't they see the current situation in the Valoran Empire? Why are you still so calm?

Swain looked at Ferran meaningfully, stretched out his hand and sat down facing Sophia: "Your Majesty is exercising, and he will be here in a while."

"Haven't you guys had breakfast yet? It just so happens that breakfast is ready. Is there anything I can talk to His Majesty while eating?"

"Okay, thank you for your hospitality." Sophia bowed slightly, followed Swain to the dining table on the left side of the living room, and pulled Ferran to sit down.

"We are not in a hurry, we can wait for Modrian."

As if seeing something, Sophia looked worriedly at Ferran, who was no longer elegant, and clenched her right hand unnaturally.

Da da! Da da! Da da!

The sound of small footsteps came, breaking the silence of the living room.

Listening carefully, the seemingly chaotic and fragmented steps ensure a special rhythm, faintly beating people's hearts.

After hearing the reputation, Ferran looked over, and saw Modrian who had just finished exercising and was wiping his face with a white towel in the inner passage of the living room.

At first glance, Modrian in the field of vision is very ordinary, like rumors, and seems approachable.

But when he looked over, Ferran felt his breath sinking suddenly, as if he saw a great god walking in the world, whose majesty

The power is so strong that it oppresses the light in the space. Wherever it passes, it is difficult to distinguish between real and fake figures.

"This power..."

Feilan's eyes tightened, his spirit trembled, and a look of horror appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Compared with the divine power of Abigail, the god of winter whom I worshiped earlier, it is not as good.

No!

It's not that it's better to hide.

Putting aside the blessing of faith, that is the difference between Haoyue and stars.

In Ferran's spiritual perception, there is only one person who can overwhelm the Modrian he sees now.

Ice Storm Goddess Alexia!

When he looked again, Ferran felt a little dazed, as if he had an illusion.

In the field of vision, the Modrian who came over was unremarkable and had nothing outstanding, not to mention the terrifying power just now, which perfectly fit the rumored 'weak' image.

Of course, Modrian is aware of the outside world's speculation about him. Compared with many heroes who resounded in the Kaladimos continent, he does appear to be a bit 'weak' and unknown.

But no matter how 'weak' he is, with the blessing of a hero, he has already stepped on the road of legend, and he is comparable to a god with a human body.

The mastery of one's own power, also under the teaching of Master Yi and Jax, is meticulous and shrinks as you wish.

Modrian strolled to the dining table, greeted Sophia softly, and then waved to signal that the meal was ready.

A large salmon salad, a large tuna bacon roll, a large T-bone steak, three cheese breads, and a large puffer fish soup.

Incredibly sumptuous breakfast!

While eating the food, Modrian talked with Sophia, recalling his past life, and occasionally talked with Ferran about his experience in the Renwall Mountains.

Until finally, Modrian licked his fingers and enjoyed the perfect breakfast food.

Although he no longer needs the nutrition of food, the pursuit of delicious food has been deeply rooted in his soul since his previous life.

This has also become one of his hobbies.

Every day, the chefs of the main castle will cook famous foods from different countries and different planes according to the formulated recipes for Modrian's enjoyment.

"So, shall we get down to business now?"

After Modrian wiped his fingers with a white tablecloth, his piercing eyes fell on Ferran.

"Respected His Majesty Modrian, I would like to extend an invitation to you on behalf of the Ailan Fallo Empire. I hope you can go to the Ailan Fallo Empire to discuss some things." Ferran stood up, bent down, and said respectfully, with a tone of Full of respect.

The status of the two has long been different.

Ferran is only the heir of the Balas family.

As the emperor of the Valoran Empire, Modrian's power and status far surpassed that of ordinary emperors, comparable to the master of the gods.

The reason why Ferran can meet Modrian at this moment is that his wife is Sophia.

Modrian smiled and looked at Ferran in front of him, with a look of pity in his eyes: "You and I are very clear about the current situation, so we don't need to beat around the bush."

"If the Alan Faro Empire, or the Ice and Snow Gods want to form an alliance, then put forward the attitude and conditions of the alliance!"

Hearing the sound, Ferran bowed his waist and raised his head, his blue eyes met Modrian's.

boom!

Instantly!

Felan felt that he was burdened by the mountain, and bent over under heavy pressure, his knees trembled involuntarily.

Everything is not an illusion. Modrian, who used to be able to talk and laugh happily, has become an existence that he cannot directly look at.

"Is it really a god!?"

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Ferran's mouth, the illusion of the rumors was shattered, what he saw was the truth!

"We came here with sincerity." Ferran said respectfully, stretched out his right hand, took out a letter from the space ring with the seal of the empire and the seal of the god of the temple, and handed it to Swain who was walking over.

"Well... very good language art, but I don't see any conditions that are beneficial to the empire." Modrian took the letter, flipped through it, and put it in front of him, seemingly dissatisfied .

"Do you agree?"

"God of Winter, Abigail!"

Sophia, who was about to stand up and speak, heard Modrian's words, and her figure seemed to be stuck in the quagmire of time, frozen in place.

Not only Sophia, but also Ferran, who was bent sideways, the magic lights swaying in the dome, and the breeze blowing over the window sill, under Modrian's words, everything came to a standstill.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Facing the anomaly in front of him, Modrian frowned slightly, and clapped his palms with a relaxed expression. The crimson life energy was fleeting, but it broke the static time.

The breeze was rippling again, and the lights flickered.

Sophia looked at Ferran in front of her, a look of astonishment appeared on her cold face.

Strands of azure blue light rose from Fei Lan, who stood upright like a withered sculpture, like autumn snowfall. The cold breath invaded the living room, and a little bit of frost covered the ground.

A voluptuous figure emerged from the azure blue light, and the might of the gods suddenly descended.

puff!

The silent confrontation disappeared, and the white tablecloth was like a wave, until it stopped in front of Swain.

"It's too much!" Modrian said in a deep voice, looking directly at Abigail, the god of winter, in front of him.

"His Majesty Modrian's words are serious, but he was a little careless."

Facing the cold gaze, Abigail looked a little unnatural, and explained softly, with a melodious tone that penetrated people's hearts.

How long has it been since a mortal looked directly at a god!

Abigail's eyes fell on Sophia beside her from the corner of her eye, and then she looked at Modrian and Swain who were standing in front of her with a solemn expression.

Hidden in the depths of Ferran's soul, he hadn't noticed it yet.

But as soon as she appeared, Abigail realized that she seemed to be trapped in a special magic circle, and the incomparably majestic power enveloped her body all the time. Once there was any change, she would be immediately suppressed and banned.

This is also the reason why she unscrupulously unleashes her divine power when she shows up!

The result made her feel cold, and she couldn't break free from the cage when her will came down.

"The ice and snow god system is sincere, and wants to form an offensive and defensive alliance with the Valoran Empire in the current situation." Abigail's eyes flickered, and she spoke in a concentrated voice.

"Sincerity? The Ice and Snow Goddess belongs to the camp of order, but wants to form an alliance with me, an outsider force?" Modrian sat upright, his eyes bright, and his expression revealed doubts undisguised.

"Ah!"

Abigail chuckled lightly, and disgust appeared on the holy face: "The order camp, those guys have never regarded the ice and snow gods as the same camp in the past."

"Now the bottomless abyss is fully invading the main material plane, but those guys want us to take the lead in resisting the evil god of the abyss."

"Your Majesty Modrian, although you are an outsider, the cooperation between us has lasted for many years, so His Majesty Alexia hopes to meet and discuss with you in detail."

 …

The azure blue light filled the air, and the enchanting figure was illusory and hazy, and Modrian on the other side of the dining table became increasingly invisible.

Sophia looked at Ferran beside her, lowered her gaze, and sighed softly.

Sophia, who seems gentle and cold, is not only a forest mage, but also the eldest daughter of a nobleman. She has experienced the dark disputes of the Perris family since she was a child.

Even if he was later sheltered by Modrian, he could devote himself to the road of magic.

But sister Modrian, this status still makes her the center no matter where she goes, and countless people will compliment her, hoping to get her praise and support.

When leaving the main castle, Sophia ignored the excited words from Ferran, what success, what is the glory of the Balas family, and what will take her to visit the scenery of Alan Faro after returning home. window, I miss myself when I was a child.

"Sister Sophia, I will try my best to become a mage apprentice like you!"

Beneath the naive voice is a figure that is gradually going away, a face that is getting more and more embarrassing, and a time that can never go back.

"Modrian..."

Sophia murmured softly, the gully between the two has divided one into two like time.

One is the past.

One is the future.

Can no longer communicate, only one name left.

 …

On the glazed window sill, the brilliance of autumn spills on the clothes.

Modrian looked down at the ground, watching the gradually leaving convoy, his calm expression rippled.

"Sophia!"

He heard the murmur that dissipated with the wind, bringing back bits and pieces of pictures in his memory.

"They are abandoned children!" In silence, Swain spoke, telling the truth in one word, breaking the lie constructed by the god of winter, Abigail.

"The Ice and Snow Gods and the Alan Faro Empire abandoned the Balas family, abandoned them, and used them as part of the bait, just to lure His Majesty."

"This mission is nothing but a trap hidden under the alliance!"

"Abandoned son! Abandoned son!" Modrian threw the [Storm Godhead (Incomplete)] in his hand and whispered.

"Others regard him as an abandoned child, but I can lend a helping hand!"

The matter of forming an alliance has been decided, there is not much verbal confrontation, only some initial covenants have been made, and in the previous conversation, he has promised Abigail that he will not be an envoy to the Alan Faro Empire at sunrise.

And the [Storm Godhead (Incomplete)] in his hand was one of the first baits thrown out by the Ice and Snow God Department.

On the same level, Modrian gave Abigail a part of magic rune technology, which is also one of the requirements stated by the Ice and Snow God System.

For the perfection of the performance, Modrian gave real data information.

Once the covenant of alliance becomes a trap, what kind of despair will the Ferran and Ballas families face?

The deception of the gods cannot be covered up by faith.

Modrian suddenly thought of Fadirha Kingdom.

The despair of being abandoned by the gods and the collapse of faith have become a place where the flowers of technology bloom.

In the chaotic and bloody land that has lost its shackles, Hex Technology is gaining fans from countless people at a jaw-dropping speed.

Hearing this, Swain's expression changed, his eyes lowered, and he asked, "Your Majesty, have you decided?"

Modrian smiled, and said softly, "We are outsiders after all, no matter how we integrate into this world, there is always a gap."

"Now that the experiment is complete, why not pursue your own path."

Youyou's eyes seemed to cross space, falling on the boundless star realm, and falling on the dark starry sky deeper.

The former Valoran Empire tried its best to survive under the pressure of the order camp and the bottomless abyss.

Like a person who fell into the water, whenever there is a pole sticking out in front of him, he will reach out and grab it without hesitation, and he will not let go.

Even what awaits him may be another fatal trap.

But that was once the Valoran Empire.

Ice and snow gods, the order camp is already too late!

The confidence given by [Tyrannosaur God Aurelion Sol] is enough for the Valoran Empire to face the all-out struggle from the camp of order and the bottomless abyss.

"It can be regarded as the last bit of love I leave for Sophia!"