League of Legends Invades Another World

Rakstark Fortress.

The main castle, the study room.

The bright sunlight from the window spilled into the room, Modrian sat at the desk, and dealt with affairs in the territory. After the arrival of the God of Winter, the issue of the mission of the Ai Lanfaluo Empire was easily solved.

However, in order to conceal the news of the meeting, the embassy of the Alan Faluo Empire still stayed in the Valoran Territory and performed a false show like the end.

In terms of territory, the news of the expedition spread, causing the old and new nobles to put aside their internal conflicts and agree to the outside world. They saw the huge benefits behind the expedition, especially the new nobles who lacked territory. With extraordinary enthusiasm, they raised a lot of materials and shipped them to the country. to the front.

Modrian also saw the performance of the Dale family during the expedition, and he was more satisfied.

Although he doesn't care about the power of the nobles in the territory, this is the foundation he has laid down himself after all, and some things are best kept outside the red line.

The Daller family is very measured in this regard.

After considering various factors, Modrian decided to once again delegate certain rights to the Dale family, hoping that they would not fall too far because of the too fast pace of Valoran.

The sun is dim, shadows appear.

Zed walked out of the shadows, holding a postmarked letterhead in his hand and gently placed it on the desk.

"What kind of news?" Modrian stretched, reached for the letterhead, and asked casually.

Now most of the things in the territory are left to Swain to do, he is relatively relaxed, only some more important information will be given to him first, and then passed to the following.

"Expedition!" Zie replied in a low voice.

Hearing this, Modrian looked slightly solemn, erased the postmark, opened the envelope, and read it carefully.

"Is it such a quick offensive? Has it penetrated into the hinterland of the Kingdom of Bethlik?" Modrian said in surprise, and the contents of the letter summed up the offensive of the Noxian Legion.

He got up and left the desk and walked to the next room, where a huge and detailed map of the kingdom of Bethlik hung on the wall.

"According to the current travel distance, in a few days, they will reach the God of Blood, Drowkod?"

Although Modrian was well aware of the power and terror of the Noxian Legion, such a violent and swift offensive was still unexpected.

"Katarina has arrived at Drowkod first, and is investigating the strength of the Lizardmen and Gnolls."

At the end of the letter, Modrian saw a rough map drawn by Katerina, depicting the defensive movements of some lizardmen warriors and gnoll soldiers, with the city of blood, Drowkod, in the center.

"The last fight? Let go?"

Modrian laughed softly and put the letter back into the envelope: "If it was not long ago, I would still be worried about the movements of the Lizardmen Northern Legion."

"As for now..."

He turned his head to look at the sunny sky, a touch of blood soaked, showing a touch of red.

In the abyss invasion, the order camp of the main material plane will not allow any forces involved in the bottomless abyss to exist, and the kingdom of Bethlik will be the first target to clear.

Valoran collar is also happy to volunteer, as a sharp knife, cut off this large piece of fat flesh.

Chaos and order!

Evil and good!

Nobles and gods!

Modrian overlooked Lakstark Fortress, his eyes were deep, and he could see clearly that everything would fall into this abyss invasion that swept the main material plane, and even fate could not give correct guidance!

"Notify Darius so that he doesn't have to worry about the return of the Lizardmen Northern Legion, those dirty guys..."

"I can't take care of myself!"

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primeval forest.

The lush foliage obscures the sun, and a dim atmosphere descends.

A bloody slaughter is taking place between the lizardmen scouts and the Noxian cavalry.

And a yordle riding a dragon lizard.

Click!

The silver-white sharp axe chopped off the Lizardman's head, and the blood and white liquid that shot out poured on the armor and flowed slowly.

Klie wiped the blood from his face, and the only remaining intact eyes were full of madness. He looked at the battle that was about to end, and said with a grin, "I'm starting to like you guys!"

Panic pervaded Drowkod, courage was no longer enough to support the fighting desires of these lizardfolk scouts, and only utter madness would allow them to fight the Noxian Legion.

Just reaching the outer area of ​​Zhurkod, Kled has been raided by scouts more than a dozen times. He is not afraid of death and is extremely crazy.

Every slaughter made him feel the boiling of blood, and it also made him see clearly the desire to resist the kingdom of Beshilik.

The lizardfolk tribe does not want to withdraw from the stage of the material plane, nor does it want to give up its fertile and lush territory, it is eager to repel the invading enemy and restore its former glory again.

blah blah blah! blah blah blah!

Skarl stomped on the flesh-and-blood grass, with a pair of ear-shaped forelimbs hanging on either side of his head, looking like he was tired of the endless killing.

"Spirit, coward, spiritual, we still need to work hard, the victory of this war belongs only to Valoran Territory."

Klie patted Sgar's head, and rode out of the battlefield area on the desert dragon lizard, looking up at the majestic city not far away with a frenzied expression.

Noxus eyeing

goal, never give up!

Kled grinned and looked back at the primeval forest behind him. The hazy blood shrouded in brilliance, like an endless hell.

Bloody killings took place in the immediate vicinity of Drowkod, with lizardmen warriors, gnoll soldiers, and Noxian cavalry dying at every turn.

Death, become the main theme!

But instead of terrifying and terrifying, it became a stimulant, injected into the prelude to this war.

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Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the hills ten kilometers away from Drowkod, the roar of steel machines echoed over the virgin forest.

The giant tree in the sky collapsed, and the dense jungle burned down.

Alchemy researchers drove strange machines to quickly clear a wide area, and then the war masons directed Noxian soldiers to unload a large amount of military supplies.

in less than half a day.

The prototype of a steel fortress was faintly visible.

Under the busy work of countless Noxian soldiers, the first to build was the thick black city wall and the majestic and huge camp gate, and then they built one after another like a fortress. camp.

Darius stood on the top of the hill, quietly looking at the steel fortress, unable to see emotional fluctuations.

He has long been accustomed to war, as if it was engraved in his blood and became the instinct of his body.

"Talon, what's the situation in Drowcord?" Darius' voice was low, and his tiger-like eyes looked at the shadow beside him.