League of Legends Invades Another World

Aaron's hills, unknown hills.

The strong smell of blood enveloped this area. Even the falling snowflakes seemed to be dyed red and slowly fell on the red snow.

Looking all over, the red blood and gray brain are intertwined to form a flesh and blood mill and the slaughterhouse of life.

Even extraordinary knights are no exception. From the confrontation between the Knights of the Knox Empire and the iron thorn cavalry to the present, in the bloody battlefield, more than one life energy blooms like flowers, then withers, and then disappears completely.

This is the battlefield, ruthless and cruel, harvesting fragile lives.

The heavy breath sounded in modrian's ear. Looking back, SAIN was watching the fierce battle field under the hill. His eyes were red and seemed to be filled with endless desire to kill.

"SAIN, it's not time yet. Hold back your desire!"

A clear look appeared on SAIN's face, and the desire in his eyes gradually faded. He said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, Lord modrian."

Once he refused to die and annihilate, and experienced too many wars and massacres in the state of a living corpse. Now he suddenly saw such a bloody battlefield, and his desire to kill was almost uncontrollable.

Modrian looked down at the battle in the hill, representing the black shadow of the Knights of the Knox empire. After the initial downwind, he had begun to support the attack of the iron thorns.

Especially the cavalry team led by trefari Legion soldiers, they are slowly cutting the battlefield, and then devour the dark green figure like a beast.

With his right hand clenching the handle of the sword, modrian endured the killing intention in his heart. The time has not come yet. Now is not the best time. We should continue to wait.

Eagle sharp eyes stared at the back of the iron thorn cavalry. There was another cavalry there. Looking at their clothes and armor, they should belong to Knight servants, a group of ordinary people who had received some knight training and served the knight.

Modrian's eyes stagnated. He saw the familiar figure, Baron Emerson and the blonde girl beside him.

Angelina Fran ç OIS Jeffrey!

The noble girl once seen in Peris castle is also the heroine who seduced his predecessor and made him bear the crime of indecency.

The coincidence of fate is seen again here!

It seems that she noticed modrian's eyes. Angelina looked up at the height of the hill and found modrian's standing figure. Her emerald blue pupils were filled with cold meaning.

The memory of the past ridicule is in front of her. For the proud she, even if no one knows, it makes her heart full of killing intention.

"Uncle Emerson, it's time for your promise to come true, for the glory of the Jeffrey family!"

As the first successor of the Jeffrey family, Angelina is not only a mage, but also has a unique perspective of war. She found that the iron thorn cavalry in the hill battlefield was in a bad situation. Several centurions with Knight strength were killed in a row, and the balance of victory began to swing.

Baron Emerson licked his dry lips, looked at the scene not far away like blood purgatory, remembered the rumored means of Miss Angelina in front of him, and lowered his head silently.

Since he chose to become a vassal of the Jeffrey family, he had no choice.

"Yes, Miss Angelina, I will use my life to protect the glory of the Jeffrey family!"

Turning the horse's head, Baron Emerson went to gather the servants of the iron thorn knight, a group of recruits who have never experienced the battlefield, but it doesn't matter. As long as they can be inserted into the enemy's abdomen from the side, even if they are all sacrificed, they will win.

Maybe more than that, he looked up at the hill. Should the people there stop us? Then why can't I do better and catch that damn modrian?

......................

The time has come!

Modrian took the big blue sword from behind and looked at the iron thorn Knight servants who began to ride their horses. Do they want to insert them into the lineup of the Knights of the Knox empire from the side and cause chaos with this batch of cannon fodder?

But the slow charging formation seems to be luring something. Do you want to gain more? Like me?

Silent sarcasm filled the corners of his mouth. Modrian turned to the war Mason and said, "you are responsible for the fish that slip through the net. Don't let go of any!"

"Yes, Lord modrian," said the war masons respectfully, holding the gray black iron staff and dagger in the palm of their hands.

Then modrian looked to the side of the Knox expeditionary cavalry, a group of guys who were already hungry for war. The number was only 10, but they were not afraid.

And SAIN who has been quietly following him.

Modrian pulled off his black armor and pointed his big blue sword at another battlefield on the hill, where there were the servants of the iron thorn knight.

"Victory belongs to Knox!"

"Everybody, charge with me!"

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At the bottom of the hill, Baron Emerson wanted to speed up these iron thorn knights and servants, but the sound of fighting nearby was affecting the recruits' eggs. The more he urged, the more he couldn't run.

"How on earth were these damned wastes selected into the servants of the iron thorn knight?" Baron Emerson cursed in his heart, but did not dare to make a sound, because the new recruits were not so strong in bearing the war.

He looked up at the height of the hill and waited silently. The intelligence error of the war had made him unable to escape the responsibility of death. The only chance of life was modrian.

"Why haven't you come yet? I can't wait, modrian."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The heavy and disorderly footsteps sounded on the hill, like the beating of drums on the hearts of all the iron thorn Knight servants, and also attracted Baron Emerson's eyes. He smelled a smell of blood and danger, which seemed to be coming.

As the footsteps came closer and closer, the blood red breath rendered the pale snow, and the low breath caused bursts of air fluctuations.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, I tasted blood in the air!"

With the bloody announcement, the huge shadow finally came out of the forest and revealed his true face.

A metal object like a dagger is obliquely inserted into the terrible and ugly head, the scarlet eyes flash the meaning of crazy killing, and the heavy armor penetrates the chin and combines with the terrible face.

The most eye-catching is the red armor around the waist. At the moment, it is like a burning crystal, shining on the pale body and giving the real feeling of flesh and blood.

"I need a slaughter to comfort my desire to kill."

SAIN held up the huge black axe clenched in his hands. His scarlet madness was drowning himself, leaving only a trace of Qingming in his heart. He stepped with a huge and burly figure and rushed to the enemy alone.

"Iron thorn, fight!"

There was no choice. Baron Emerson stared at the terrible figure and pulled out the long sword around his waist. The extremely deadly danger made him roar.

The iron thorn knights and servants behind them also followed suit, either drawing their swords or holding their lances, and began to charge towards death.