League of Legends Invades Another World

The drizzle is continuous, like a silk curtain, falling from the cloudy sky. The falling trend is a little soft, but in the cold weather, it cuts the muddy land like a knife.

Da Da!

The sound of horses' hoofs came from the rain curtain, and the figures wrapped in cloaks were like beasts breaking through the cage, freely crossing the bead curtain in the rain and scattering some raindrops.

"Stop moving!" said dreus, on his steed in chain armour, with his right hand outstretched.

After hearing the order, the team galloping in the rain stopped suddenly. There was no accident with its skillful riding skills. Occasionally, there was a horse neighing, which was enduring the falling cold rain.

"Lord modrian, there's something ahead!" the cold eyes tore open the rain curtain like a sharp blade, and dreus's low voice sounded.

Hearing the speech, modrian raised his cloak and looked up at the continuous rain curtain. It was vaguely visible that there was red rain flowing not far away.

"Lance, ready!"

to be sonorous!

The clean action, the sharp lance pierced the rain curtain, revealing a cold light. Under the visor, there were people's indifferent eyes, and the diffuse killing momentum was faintly stagnant drizzle.

Dreus rode vertically and horizontally to modrian's side, standing like a tiger, and scarlet light appeared in his half closed eyes.

As the rain fell, a three member cavalry team quietly appeared, and then one of them ran straight to modrian's cavalry team and stopped outside the warning range.

"Master modrian, Lord Benny says hello to you!" the reconnaissance cavalry shouted, and the rain interfered with the transmission of the voice.

Benny izz?

Modrian raised his eyebrows. He didn't seem to expect to hear the name of the guard of edalas city here, so the identity of the other party was obvious.

Waving to the team to move on, the distance is not far. You can vaguely see a battle that has just ended. The blood is red, the rain flows like a sea of blood, and dozens of rigid and broken bodies are buried in the muddy land.

"Say hello to Uncle Benny for me and thank him for his help!" modrian noticed that things were unusual. It seemed that someone was ambushing him, and then said to the reconnaissance cavalry not far away.

"Lord Benny just doesn't allow master modrian to be attacked within the city of edalas," said the reconnaissance cavalry, handing out a sealed box.

"This is a gift from Lord Benny to master modrian. I hope you have a smooth trip to irvindale!"

Modrian stopped Cooper, who wanted to ride up beside him, and went over in person. As a noble young master, his posture and etiquette need to be done.

[Ding......... Is the system allowed to decompose when the energy source is found?]

When the cold system prompt sounded, modrian hid his excitement and hurry and said, "thank Uncle Benny for his gift. If I am free in the future, I will visit in person."

"Well, master modrian, I'll bring a message to Lord Benny!" said the Scout cavalry respectfully. "Lord Benny said to send you a word. Don't underestimate the influence of the Jeffrey family in the north of the kingdom!"

The sound of horses' hoofs splashed bits and pieces of rain. After finishing the investigation, the cavalry immediately turned around and left, disappearing into the fuzzy rain curtain.

"The Jeffrey family?"

Looking at the distant cavalry figure and the bloody battlefield in front of his eyes, modrian has no doubt. In the north of the Kingdom, no one except Benny will care about his existence. Oh, his brother cares about his whereabouts.

Now, hearing Benny's warning, modrian has to start to re-examine the Jeffrey family, which is known as the "northern Archduke", as a giant in the northern part of stoke kingdom.

It has been rumored that the words of the Jeffrey family in the northern part of the kingdom are sometimes more powerful than those of the royal family.

Even though the old king of stoke still firmly suppressed several Dukes in the Kingdom, no one dared to underestimate the Jeffrey family in the northern region.

The existence of the iron thorn Legion is one of the deterrents. It is an ace Legion cast with killing and blood.

Moreover, in the face of bloody facts, modrian admitted that he underestimated the influence of the Jeffrey family in the area of the gate of sorrow.

The gate of sorrow, which is the war barrier absolutely controlled by the stoke royal family, covers the surrounding areas and cities, and the town of irvindale is also within it.

Dispersed these thoughts, modrian looked at dreus next to him and smiled. The soldiers came to block the water and earth. He didn't believe that the Jeffrey family would pay all their attention to him.

And the energy that his brother could mobilize, modrian believed that dreus would show those people the real unstoppable force.

Looking down at the sealed box in his hand, there may be more accidents.

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

The night was dark, and the cold breeze mixed with fine drops, scattered countless broken water points, blindly pouring down the scattered town of ewendell and the wet cyan streets.

Under the bad and changeable weather in the north, most townspeople choose to stay in their own houses. Even people living in the North all year round can't stand the cold wind mixed with drizzle.

The red and black flags danced with the wind in front of the tavern, disrupting the rain, and the heavy oak door firmly resisted the cold and let the cold wind roar.

Inside the tavern, the red stove is burning to disperse the cold, baking a clean and tidy hall. There are many guests, either businessmen stranded in the town of ewendell or mercenaries exploring the renwal mountains.

"Hey, old John, why is there so little boar meat in your boar steak now? Is it cutting corners again?" the old man in front of the bar pointed to the food in the wooden plate and shouted.

"Old Jack, you'd better pay the money honestly and don't want to default again!" said John Andy, the owner of the tavern, without raising his head, wiping the wooden wine glass with a rag in his hand.

"Hey, hey, old John, how do you talk? At least I'm a regular guest. How can I deny the meal money?" old Jack patted the bar with his right hand and said.

The crowd roared with laughter. It was obvious that it was not too dry. They were all watching the quarrel between the two old friends with great interest.

Bang!

Old John put the scrubbed wooden wine glass on the bar and looked up at the people in the tavern. His wrinkled face was covered with fine scars carved in winter. It was a weather beaten mark and a memorial left by years.

"It's time to eat and drink. Don't talk nonsense. It's hard to do business now!"

The chaotic noise stopped suddenly. All the people sitting in the tavern are old timers who have been mixing in irvindale town for many years. They are very aware of the power of this tavern that has been standing for more than ten years in the town.

Creak!

The heavy oak door was pushed open, and the cold wind dispersed the embarrassing atmosphere. People chatting focused on the two figures in front of the door.