League of Legends Invades Another World

The dignified atmosphere suddenly came. Old Jack and they didn't hesitate. They hurriedly applied medicine to Rossetti to suppress the injury. After that, they were ready to leave irvindale town overnight.

Abandon the unwillingness in the mood and give up the feelings here for nearly 20 years.

Just as he was walking out of the room, old Jack suddenly felt his heart beating violently, as if it meant something.

A little familiar feeling, the fear once faced in the nightmare.

The vanishing cold sweat reappeared on old Jack's forehead, his pale look could not be covered, and his steps were involuntarily confused.

"What's the matter, old Jack?" old John, who was holding Rosetti in front of him, noticed the strange situation of old Jack and asked softly.

Trying to resist his heart discomfort, old Jack motioned to old John to keep quiet and closed his eyes to feel everything in the oak tavern.

Quiet!

No sound!

The silence is disturbing!

"Rosetti, when you came up before, was there anyone on duty in the tavern?" old Jack made a sudden sound, and his eyes opened with blue brilliance.

"Yes, Uncle Jack, Dulles and his team are all on duty below."

The loss of a lot of blood made Rossetti extremely weak. If he hadn't gone further and stepped into the peak strength of Knight attendants, maybe he would have been unable to hold on and passed out.

Someone on duty?

Listening to the words of beating Rosetti, old Jack frowned. Does the silence at the moment mean that Dulles and them have had an accident?

The dim yellow magic light shone on the slightly shabby corridor, reflecting three quiet shadows. They stood at the side of the stairs and stopped.

If it is hidden, the dark shadow shakes unceasingly, like waves and ripples on the water surface.

"Huh?"

The strange smell attracted old Jack's attention. It was like a rusty smell, which was familiar to them who were hiding in the dark.

It's blood.

He turned his head and looked at Rossetti, thinking it was the little guy's scar, but he saw the twisted shadow on the floor and the surprise and anger in old John's eyes.

Boom!

Subconsciously, the life energy surging in old Jack's body erupted like an avalanche, and the extreme cold came, slightly blocking the action of the figure hidden in the shadow.

Turn around and punch.

The violent action was done at one go, but it hit in the air. The feeling of being completely unaffected made old Jack's old face look strange.

On the other hand, because he wanted to protect Rossetti, old John stubbornly resisted the attack of shadow flow disciples. The dark dagger stabbed into his back and a little blood dripping on the floor.

Just as old John was about to hit back, the twisted shadow suddenly dissipated and also appeared not far away.

[shadow split]

[shadow flow disciples who carve dark tattoos into their flesh and blood gain some shadow power, but they don't understand the truth of the shadow, so they can only use a small amount of shadow. After each use, they need to wait to accumulate shadow power again.]

In the shabby corridor, old Jack and old John rely on each other. The seriously injured Rossetti is hidden between them, and her bloodshot eyes are full of sadness.

I don't know when they were already surrounded by shadows.

Looking closely, the number is about 20, and each guy shrouded in the shadow vaguely reveals an inexplicable momentum, which is the momentum of knights only seen in Uncle Jack and dad.

"Ha ha ha!"

The deep old laughter sounded, mixed with a little self mockery and sadness. Old Jack looked around, his wrinkled faces piled up and looked ugly.

"The world has underestimated modrian. It seems that this is my fate."

"Why? Can't we even meet at the last side in the face of victory?"

Looking at the still indifferent shadow guys, the brilliance called hope was completely extinguished in old Jack's eyes.

Sure enough, he was no longer in the eye of the man. Even this encirclement and suppression was just to send his subordinates.

Turn around and look at the old man and Rossetti. Old Jack sighed. He was wrong. It was outrageous.

When he first knew that modrian had a terrorist cavalry composed entirely of extraordinary knights, he should consider that if he did not have a more hidden card, who would uncover his secret?

And because of his mistakes, now too many people have to bear the fate of death.

"Hey, old man, don't blame yourself. In fact, we died at the gate of sorrow. It's good to live more than ten years now." old John patted old Jack on the shoulder. His tone was full of bleak flavor.

"Let's fight side by side again, for Alan Farrow!"

Alan Farrow!

Old Jack looked into old John's eyes and smiled silently. Yes, we've all lived so many years. What's not enough? It's just a pity for the little guy Rossetti.

Reaching out from his coat pocket, he pulled out a dark blue pin like an eagle, which was lifelike, as if he wanted to spread his wings and soar in the sky.

Old Jack bowed his head slightly, kissed the pin, and then put it on his chest. A momentum of fearless life and death gradually emerged.

No, not one.

Old John was as like as two peas. He took the same dark blue eagle pin from his pocket and put it carefully on his chest.

Then the two old people screamed in despair, and the surging life energy filled the old body, blooming the final glory.

The shadow flow disciples quietly watched the movements of the two old people. There was no wave in their indifferent eyes. They had seen more sad things, but they still couldn't stop their killing.

It seems that I heard the order conveyed in the shadow. The next moment, the shadow filled the old corridor, and then everything fell into darkness.

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

I saw the place I once dreamed of -- my hometown. The snow orchids all over the mountains bloom again. Even the flowers of ice and snow are not as beautiful and eye-catching as the snow orchids.

Well, see you again, old guys. We haven't seen each other for a long time after we left the gate of sorrow. It's just that I was humiliated by the military intelligence department and didn't adhere to the order of the Empire.

In a trance, old Jack felt as if he took off into the air and came back again. He saw the familiar corridor in the oak tavern and the darkness.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Three heavy and stiff voices sounded in the corridor. Under the dim yellow magic light, the bright blood dyed the floor red, some dazzling.

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

The intermittent rain fell on the town of irvindale, standing on the bluestone street like a sculpture, and the burning oak tavern was reflected in the deep pupil.

All is over, and the shadow is about to shine!

But for a while, the oak tavern swallowed by the fire attracted the attention of many intoxicated people. They woke up in front of the fire, then shouted in panic, unaware of the shadow around them.

The panic soon ended. Cooper led the Knights of the Knox Empire to isolate the dangerous area and let the oak tavern fall into flames until it was completely reduced to ashes.