League of Legends Invades Another World

The golden brilliance permeated this heavy and solemn palace. Modrian looked at the surrounding buildings. There were not too many decorative colors. The pure black tone, coupled with the rough style, really met the eyes of the ice dwarf.

Then he stared at the corpses in the dense hall, thinking that the cold aura of the dead should be derived from this. This is good news for him at least, at least not to worry too much about the existence of the so-called undead.

With a wave of hands, the Shadow Streamers continued to explore, Modrian and Poppy followed closely and stepped into the path on the left side of the palace.

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

"This voice... someone is coming!"

Phelan Balas retracted his gaze towards the Iron Throne and looked at the palace path on the other side. The face under the blue visor was a little surprised. He did not expect to encounter other teams in this ice fortress.

"How is it possible!" Kitty Dalle said in surprise, and then he realized that he was in a state of failure and regained his hypocritical smile, but there were waves in his heart.

It was an unexpected gain. In addition to the surviving ice dwarves, there were people who knew about the existence of Lakstark Fortress. It seemed that the information obtained by the torture by the guys in the torture station was not accurate. (The torture facility is a subordinate organization of the Ailan Faro Empire Military Intelligence Department.)

"Sorry, Feilan was crowned, I lost my mind." Kitty bowed slightly and said, then turned to look at where Feilan's eyes were pointing, where there was a slight sound of footsteps.

"Alert!" The cold voice echoed, Feilan frowned slightly, her brown eyes locked to the entrance.

After receiving the order, the heavy-armored knight belonging to the Ice and Snow Temple stepped forward with a shield and sharp, ice-blue brilliance circulated on the surface of the heavy armor, slowly enveloping the hall with a cold atmosphere.

As the chief officer of the Military Intelligence Department, Kitty also waved his hand decisively, and the military elites who were proficient in assassination dispersed, and a handful of small blue crossbows appeared in their hands. They were blue magic crossbows crafted by goblin craftsmen. , The lethality is amazing.

In the dark palace lane, Modrian and the others are slowly advancing, the golden light illuminates the darkness, and the illusory light at the end of the road can be seen vaguely.

As the journey ended, Modrian found the blue team watching them vigilantly not far away as soon as he left the road. The cold breath made him recall the breath of the dead that he had experienced before.

Just feeling the surging life energy, his face suddenly became solemn. Those knights in blue heavy armor were all extraordinary knights, especially the tall heavy armored knight in the center of the formation, which made him feel deadly. The sense of danger.

In addition to these, there are scattered guys holding blue bows and crossbows. They are not simple characters, at least those bows and crossbows are shining with a faint magical brilliance.

After the two teams met, they both looked at each other, and there was no way to get their inner thoughts. Taking this opportunity, Modrian quietly observed the surrounding environment.

Compared with the majestic and solemn palace hall outside, this place looks a little ordinary. The gray-black inner hall is in dilapidated condition, and there are traces of fighting everywhere, even...

Modrian looked up at the sky, and could vaguely see the world of shadows. The roof of the inner hall was completely pierced in the battle hundreds of years ago.

Such high-intensity battle traces have only been seen on Sion, the undead **** of war, or during the Battle of Aarence Hills, Sion showed his side as the most powerful war weapon of the Noxian Empire.

Looking forward, Modrian saw a steel throne standing on a three-meter-high stone platform at the end of the inner hall.

The hammer-shaped building behind the throne collapsed, scattered gray-black stones piled on one side, and a little dust stained the back of the king's seat.

The most attracting attention is the dwarf sitting on the steel throne with his head hanging down, and the blood red magic circle engraved on the three-meter-high gray-white stone platform.

The broken armor concealed the strong body of the dwarf. The detailed textures engraved on the armor were tedious and mysterious. At the same time, there was a silver crown on the head, exuding a faint silver-gray brilliance. What's amazing is that the equipment is so gorgeous. But his hands are empty.

Modrian looked down and placed it on the stone platform that was almost covered with blood red lines. It seemed to be sealing something, but he couldn't perceive it, but he could vaguely feel the inexplicable restlessness and panic that came from it.

Some familiar feelings, which I have experienced in the Renwall Mountains, are like the whispers of evil and chaos that sounded in my ears.

very similar!

"It's really a strong negative energy!" I don't know when, Jie has put down his hands on his chest, and his faint eyes are locked in the blood red magic circle.

The power of shadow itself is a kind of negative energy, which helps Jie Neng distinguish the nature of the energy in the seal.

"If the guess is correct, there should be the place where the abyss channel is sealed, full of temptation and tyranny, and there is a trace of...that dwarf!"

After listening to Jie's analysis, Modrian's expression on his pale face became more solemn, and he said: "This is the place where Master Noel has directed him. It has never been wrong. It's just..."

He refocused his gaze on the blue team not far away, the standard armor he had never seen before, the unfamiliar aura, and how did the opponent enter the Lakstark Fortress?

The situation became more tense when the two sides were both suspicious and vigilant, and almost reached a volatile situation. (Encountered in an empty fortress, everyone will be hostile to the inexplicable team.)

However, at this moment, a burst of shattered armor clashing sounded, and the source was the Iron Throne.

The urgent situation suddenly dissipated, and both sides focused on the Iron Throne at the same time.

As the aborigines of Kalademos continent, as the human race, they have a natural hostile relationship with the abyss, not to mention the existence of inexplicable strangeness.

The blood red circle densely covered with gray-white stone platforms began to faintly tremble~www.NovelMTL.com~ The dwarf sitting on the throne is waking up.

"Human nobles? Templar knights of the temple? I smell blood and flesh!" A strange voice filled with seduction sounded in the inner hall.

Modrian's expression changed immediately, and he felt a sense of deception originating from the soul suddenly appeared, making him want to get close to the Iron Throne inexplicably.

boom!

Bobby slammed Oren's hammer to the black ground, the loud sound dispelled the temptation, the golden brilliance of [Solid Demeanor] spread violently, washing out the faint black energy hidden in the air, and at the same time Awaken Modrian and the Shadow Streamers.

On the other side, a dark blue brilliance bloomed like frost in the inner hall, ice ridges slowly appeared in the corners of the damaged building, and the air began to be filled with white chill.

"Huh!? The power of ice and snow!"

"There is another dwarf? A dwarf?"

"But don't care about this, anyway, it will become my **** food after breaking the seal, replenishing the energy consumed." The weird and seductive voice sounded again, but this time there was another low-pitched voice accompanied by it.

"Leaving...here..... The abyss channel...The seal...to be...being broken!"

The dwarf sitting still on the Iron Throne slowly raised his head, his bearded face was a bit scary, half normal, half painted with blood-red lines.

It was exactly the same as the blood red circle that Wang sat down on the gray-white stone platform!

Modrian's eyes were tightly locked on the dwarf on the throne, only because that face was similar to the picture of the message that was passed to him before Master Noel dissipated.

The guy named "Holy"!

Stephen St. Rupert Garcia!