League of Legends Invades Another World

The morning color faded, the sparse spring rain was dripping, mixed with the cold breeze blowing the lush green grass, and the silent atmosphere enveloped this quiet road.

"Deal?" Modrian repeated the words softly, without a trace of emotion in his dark and deep eyes, then tilted his head and stared at Horace, the indifferent words echoed.

"What do you think you have the right to talk to me about a deal now? Do you just rely on verbal information?"

The cold drizzle fell on Horace's face, but it was far colder than the cold inside. Modrian's words were like a sharp knife tearing apart the thick shell he had disguised.

"But, don't you need detailed information when you go to Limuntanlu now? And I can provide you with a complete aristocratic network information." Horace opened his mouth, and finally said weakly.

"Haha!" Modrian laughed softly, but there was no smile on that calm face, but there was a sense of distance.

These are old foxes who learned from the nobles, never put what they needed on the table, and deeply concealed their demands.

"Golden Shield's charm is enough to buy some people's hearts."

"What's more, your news seems to have a delay effect. Let me think about it. You should have been away from Limuntanlu for more than five years? Then do you think the intelligence information you have is still accurate?"

"The most important thing is, now that you and I are both, you are a member of the guards of the town of Irvingdale, and I am the lord of Valoran!"

The aggressive words like the never-ending waves hit Horace's heart, and the noble young master who was forced to leave the country didn't seem to figure out his position.

And Modrian's words now hammered his soul like a heavy hammer, making him at a loss.

But the Dal family is ultimately one of the top nobles in the Stoker Kingdom. Even though he has been away from that central place for a long time, his previous teachings and accumulated lessons made him quickly set himself up.

call!

Horace took a deep breath, raised his eyes again, looked at Modrian in front of him, looked at the black cavalry queue standing behind him, he noticed a hidden tyrannical and fatal sense, and the one who followed him all the time. Modrian's middle-aged man, a terrifying powerhouse named Delius.

Click!

The heavy iron boots stepped on the stagnant water, splashing mud and water stains, Horace stepped forward, looked up at Modrian, and then knelt down on one knee.

"Horace Lindbergh Dalle, the town guard of Irvingdale, see Lord Modrian!"

The hoarse low roar echoed in the rain curtain, from the slightly trembling words at the beginning to the firm roar at the end, writing the journey of Horace's mind.

The psychology that had been fluke vanished under Modrian's indifference, and the experience of these years also made Horace understand a lot of things.

For example, his talent is almost hopeless for revenge. For example, in the cold night, he always recalls his memories, for example, he can't forget his parents, for example, the unforgettable hatred seems to be increasingly bleak as time passes...

He is scared, he is also scared, if he forgets the previous hatred, is he still the Horace Lindbergh Dahler who made a big fuss in Limuntanlu?

Many situations are difficult to describe under the changes of the environment, so he returned, from the place where he once fled, and once again returned to this homeland.

It’s just that everything has changed too fast. The unknown town (the town of Irvingdale) once fled to becomes part of the Valoran collar. This is a territory he has never heard of before leaving. As for the lord, it’s the Scarlet The descendant of the Viscount, the second son of a nobleman who is not outstanding in his memory.

But all this doesn't matter. After witnessing the horrific battle in the town of Irvingdale, he saw the brilliance of hope called revenge, so he joined the guards and exposed his situation after gaining a certain amount of trust.

It is a pity that things have changed unplanned, and he has to make a choice!

On the other side, Modry sitting in the saddle quietly looked at Horace, who was kneeling on one knee, allowing the clearing of the spring rain to knock down his drooping head and flow down his neck into his clothes.

The extremely unexpected encounter also brought him two different choices!

Accepting Horace means taking over the hatred he carries, the thoughts of a certain highness of the kingdom, and what I have learned is that I don’t know anything about Limontanlu, to have a good ‘guide’!

Rejecting Horace, then today's affairs must not be leaked, and some inside information will be lost. (Not everything can be bought by Golden Shield, just like money is not everything.)

Modrian put his gaze on Gregory, and when he saw the garrison of the town of Irvingdale nodded slightly, his eyes revealed his approval for Horace.

"Welcome, dude of the Dal family, I hope you can bring me some interesting information." Modrian said calmly, and the surging scarlet life energy lifted Horace, who was kneeling on one knee~www.NovelMTL .com~ Then he nodded slightly to Gregory and pulled the reins.

"keep going!"

Da da! Da da! Da da!

The dense and neat sound of horseshoes sounded again, and the pitch-black array seemed to shuttle in the rain curtain like a black shadow, quickly spreading forward.

Seeing this, Horace suppressed the joy of his face, turned on his horse, and caught up with the advancing cavalry array. However, as he galloped past the town guards of Irvingdale, he saw Congreve in the queue, the one who had been with each other for many years. My partner, after a hurried nod, disappeared into the mottled rain curtain.

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Limon Tanlu, the capital of the Kingdom of Stoke.

Its history can be traced back to the beginning of the establishment of the Kingdom of Stoke. It was named by Valente I. The ancient translation means ‘blooming forever’. It was built after twelve years and reinforced and engraved countless magic arrays.

Perhaps the former Limousin Lu was a little unknown, but in the invasion war of the Alan Farro Empire, it resounded everywhere with the name of the Valente family's tough and bloody, and successfully attracted the mainland of Calademos in those years. The eyes of many forces.

And standing on the top of Limuntanlu is the royal family of the Kingdom of Stoke, the Valant family, known as the violet blooming on the sword. In the 872-year history of the kingdom, it hurts every thought. People who want to pick flowers.

His Majesty, the now aging king, Valente V, in the Ten Years Patriotic War, let this blood-grown violet release a different kind of charm, and at the same time cast a prestige and frighten many forces in the light and the dark. .

Of course, in addition to the Valente family, there are also many top nobles in Limontain, who also control the veins of the entire kingdom and form a fixed chain of interests for hundreds of years.