League of Legends Invades Another World

This ruthless and bloody scene is spreading out of the lunwol mountains with the tunwobao as the center, and the red blood gradually dyed the muddy land red.

In the bleak and gloomy environment, dark figures shuttle silently through the oak forest and leap over the mountains and hills. They are chasing the fragile enemy.

No one can escape the shadow. Silent killing reaps the despair of life.

At the top of the tree crown, the robber stands alone, allowing the wind to roar, but standing still like a rock. His plain eyes reflect the scene of killing, and the shadow lingers.

"Leader, the peepers have been eliminated!"

A gray shadow rose slowly behind the robber, and a cold voice came from it to report the news ahead.

Rob silently looked at the gray shadow, and the color of memory appeared in his eyes. He thought of the talkative guy who always followed behind him.

If he represents the present of shadow stream, then that guy represents the future of shadow stream.

Shortly after the end of the massacre on the Yipu River during the invasion of Ionia by the noxas Empire, he clearly remembered that on the side of the river, he met Kaiyin, who was a noxas child soldier at that time.

The thin and short Kayin waved a sharp looking agricultural sickle, which was the cruel fate of the noxans. Even children had to accept the order to become soldiers.

But rob saw a weapon to be cut from the boy. Out of some consideration, rob accepted him as his own disciple.

Later, in this young believer, he saw the pure goal motivation equivalent to himself and the future of shadow flow.

"We will finally meet and look forward to the moment of meeting. At that time, the sharp blade of shadow flow will be stained with the glory of blood."

The sharp blade slipped out of the cuff and chopped up the falling raindrops. The diffuse shadow covered the robber's figure. In a moment, it disappeared from the top of the tree crown.

"Target, town of irvindale, the shadow will bury their lives."

Shadows filled the air, rolling up bursts of rain, and between the hazy sky, illusory figures could be seen staggered forward.

Here, there will be the Knights of the Knox Empire to clean up the mess. Those guys like cold machines are very suitable for dealing with this.

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

Hoo Hoo! Hoo Hoo! Hoo Hoo!

Old Jack woke up from his nightmare. Bean like sweat covered his forehead and wet his gray hair.

Put out his hands to cover his tired face, and there was a trace of fear in his muddy eyes. In the nightmare just now, old Jack watched the oak tavern turn into ashes, and his familiar friends lay down on the ground, with crimson blood stinging his eyes.

Gently press the delicate magic lamp. Old Jack got out of bed in a soft civilian suit and came to the window of the room.

In the starry sky late at night, the continuous rain patters. There are few pedestrians outside the oak tavern. Most of them are hangover passers-by. They have just enjoyed the perfect night life.

Old Jack stopped for a while. The fine cold sweat dried up on his forehead after the cold wind, but somehow, he still felt the fear in the nightmare and followed it to reality.

When the door rang, old Jack turned and looked. It was his old buddy John Andy. He seemed a little anxious until he saw that he was safe and sound.

"What's the matter, John? What happened?" asked Old Jack.

"Nothing. I just thought something unexpected happened when I saw the light in your bedroom suddenly on." old John said with a smile, and his wrinkled face was a little warm.

"Ha ha, this is our territory. What will happen?" old Jack left the window, sat in his seat, poured a cup of hot tea and drank it.

Although old Jack looked calm, there was always some uneasiness in his heart. He felt that the previous nightmare might not be aimless, perhaps it was the warning given by fate.

"Have you made arrangements? We will leave the town of irvindale at dawn. It's the time of the shift change of the urban defense force and the most relaxed defense," said old Jack, looking at Old John standing by his side.

"Almost all notices have been given, and those who can follow us have replied. As for......" old John paused slightly and said firmly.

"As for the lack of reply, I have arranged for people to completely shut up."

As soon as the voice fell, the bent old body exposed a shocking momentum, and the turbid eyes were full of killing intention.

Hearing old John's narration, old Jack didn't say much. He was too familiar with his old man. Since they were abandoned in Stoke Kingdom, the old man's character was a little extreme and his work style was also dark.

"Rossetti, I haven't seen the little guy in recent days. Are you ready to break through?" old Jack pulled away the topic and talked about Rossetti, a little guy with good cultivation talent.

"The evacuation is too urgent. Some people can't be transferred. I arranged Rossetti to help." old John smiled. When talking about Rossetti, his fierce momentum restrained a lot.

"Arrange for him to come back as soon as possible. I always have a bad feeling. I hope I'm worried too much."

Old Jack got up from his seat, patted the old man on the shoulder, and looked again at the night sky outside the window. At this time, the dark night was still shrouded by the rain, as if a shadow had fallen, and there was no light of dawn.

Fate, I am your believer all the time. May you bring me

Bang!

The door was suddenly knocked open, and a bloody figure staggered into the room, panting. After seeing old Jack and old John, a dry voice came out.

"Uncle Jack, Dad, something bad happened. Cooper suddenly attacked us. We were unprepared and suffered heavy losses."

With strong life energy surging, old John appeared on Rossetti's side, held the seriously injured Rossetti with both hands, looked at the scars on his body, and his eyes were cold.

"Damn Cooper, why did they raid us at this time? Did someone leak the news?"

"Don't think so much. Now that they have torn their faces, we can't stay much longer and leave now." old Jack on one side said aloud. His old face was a little gray, and his hunch seemed to come true.

"But our people are not ready yet..."

"Shut up, John Andy, don't you understand now? We have long been exposed in modrian's eyes, and even... He never even cares about us."

Old Jack directly interrupted old John's words and recalled the black cavalry who had settled in the town of ewendell. He finally understood modrian's intention.

It turned out that he had been staring at us for a long time. Hehe, he really thinks highly of us, an elite cavalry team of 100 people.

He looked at Rossetti, who was covered with blood, and whispered, "now, see if fate favors us, or we will be completely buried in the town of ewendell tonight."