League of Legends Invades Another World

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In the middle of the night, the dark curtain hangs on the dim starry sky, and the roaring bonfire is blown by the howling wind, making a sparse sound, and occasionally there will be an undisguised pain that echoes quietly.

Stepping on the soft grass, Abu Da slightly adjusted his black cloak and walked out of the quiet caravan camp behind him.

No matter how reluctant you are to let go of the wealth and members accumulated in recent years, as long as others are there, there is hope for everything and the hope of rising again.

After Abu Da looked up at the waning moon in the night, he slowly lowered his head, holding the golden badge given by the Temple of Wealth tightly in his hand, and a faint golden light flowed.

Every trade caravan under the name of the Temple of Fortune will receive a badge engraved with the Goddess of Fortune, symbolizing the protection of the Temple of Fortune.

The price paid is 30% of the wealth from each trade.

May the goddess of wealth bless the devout believers! Abu Da whispered, his face pale.

He had never believed so firmly in the goddess of wealth, in the fuzzy goddess with a golden crown engraved on the front.

Because at dusk, strange things happened in the camp, and several mercenaries and followers who were infected with the disease died suddenly.

Died in a way that seemed horrific.

The green pustules covering his body were scratched and rolled to the ground, screaming in pain, and the stench permeated the air.

[Intermediate Spell: Fading]!

Riding the little moonlight, Abu Da reluctantly used a spell scroll in his collection.

The light blue magical energy wrapped around Abu Da's figure and gradually merged with the surrounding environment. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell whether there was a person standing there.

Dodging a few guards, Abu Da came out quietly, looking slightly relaxed.

Looking back at the camp under the moonlight, in a trance, as if seeing a silent green beast, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, trying to devour all the caravans.

In addition to being horrified, he hurriedly left the camp, but did not find anyone following silently behind him.

The believers of the Temple of Wealth really have a way!

Is this about to abandon everything? Go to Valoran Territory alone? Fortunately, I paid attention.

Then, how about taking me one!

The shadows of the night are mottled, the pale moonlight is flowing, and the faint footprints of the footsteps overwhelm the grass.

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A believer in the Temple of Fortune asking for help?

Inside the simple camp, a stone room belonging to the Temple of Wealth.

Isda seemed to sense something and frowned slightly. It was a golden badge engraved with the goddess of wealth and given to the nominal trade caravan, and the fluctuations came from outside the camp.

At this time, it's a bit difficult to handle! Isda knew that there was a clear distinction between primary and secondary, that Valoran was the master, and the Temple of Wealth was the guest.

If he is not infected with the plague, it is fine, you can bring him in, but if you are infected with the plague...

and many more!

Inexplicable emotions flickered in Isda's eyes, sometimes hesitant, sometimes tangled, and sometimes firm.

In the end, he put on a black robe again and quietly left the room.

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The dried blood-colored plain reflected a little starlight, and Abu Da stood quietly in the same place.

The quiet atmosphere slowly descended, and he looked at the brightly lit stone camp not far away, and his heart was full of emotions.

He is waiting, the wealth badge has been touched, I don't know if anyone will come.

It's just a long time, did you give up?

Damn it, I shouldn't have handed so many golden shields to the Temple of Wealth. It's useless at the critical moment. Manic emotions appeared on Abu Da's face.

But he still had the self-control, didn't make a sound, clenched his fists in the black cloak.

Suddenly, Abu Da raised his head and seemed to hear the sound of his footsteps. His eyes trembled, his fists slightly loosened, and he stood and waited respectfully.

My Lord is always watching believers, don't give up your faith! A gentle voice came out of the night.

The moonlight poured, and a figure in a black robe could be seen strolling.

Seeing the face of the visitor, Abu Da bowed his head respectfully, and praised: The light of my lord, shine on my body.

Abda greets you, Bishop Isda!

I've heard of you, Gentleman Abda, the first trader to follow in the footsteps of my lord and head towards the Valoran Land! Isda said with a smile, nodding and nodding.

And your eldest son, very good, has the opportunity to become a reserve temple knight.

So, this time you use the wealth badge, do you need any help?

I want to return to Valoran Territory! Abda said firmly, looking at Bishop Isda. If possible, I would like to lead my business group together...

Isda raised his right hand, motioned him to stop speaking, and said with a gentle smile: Of course, but... I need to do a test!

As if remembering something, his eyes wandered in the surrounding environment: Are you here alone?

Yes, Bishop Isda. Abu Da looked puzzled, but said honestly.

I have some words that are inconvenient for extra people to hear...

Isda said with a gentle smile, and the icy color in his eyes flashed away.

get out!

He looked at a shadowy place, a dazzling golden light flickered in the palm of his hand.

[Intermediate Spell: Hand of the Mage]!

Pale golden handprints appeared out of thin air more than ten meters away, grasping firmly in the shadows, the surging magic energy suddenly surged.

Wait, Bishop Isda, I am willing to become a believer in the Temple of Fortune... A potbellied figure suddenly emerged from the shadows, and the panic-stricken pale face was covered in cold sweat.

I am willing to dedicate the wealth of the caravan...

[Intermediate Divine Art: Light of Retribution]!

A bleak golden sword solidified in the night sky, and immediately turned into a ray of light, slashing at the peeping and hidden figure.

Do not!!!

Before the mournful voice could be heard, it was completely annihilated in the golden sword glow.

The cold wind of the night blew, awakening Abu Da, who was trembling slightly at the moment, and he recognized the figure of the potbellied man.

It was the guy who embarrassed him in front of everyone before dusk.

Is this a warning? Or a threat?

Okay, now we can have a good conversation! Isda looked at the shrewd middle-aged man in front of him, clearly saw the cold sweat on his forehead, and said with a relaxed expression.

Explain a few more words to you, because there is a spread of plague in the western region of Yinsong Province, so I need to do a test!

Plague? How is it possible? We haven't seen any signs of the spread of the plague! Abu Da exclaimed, his inner fear showing on his face.

Plague, not only for nobles and temples, is a very troublesome thing.

For ordinary people, especially the caravans and mercenaries who run outside all year round, it is synonymous with disaster.

May be ruined!

No, you saw it! Isda's expression was gentle, and the words he spoke had an inexplicable voice, soothing Abuda's emotions in front of him.

Hu~hu~hu!

Abdah gasped, remembering what happened in the camp at dusk, the cracked dark green pustules, and the mercenaries and entourages who had died tragically.

No, no, is that...really...the plague? Abu Da raised his head, looked at Bishop Isda in front of him, and said helplessly.

He hoped to get a negative conclusion, but...

What you see is the spreading plague! Isda nodded slightly and said in a deep voice.

The cold words completely broke the illusion of the believers in the Temple of Wealth.

A touch of golden light covered his right hand and gently placed it on Abuda's shoulder: I'm sorry, you have been with those who have been infected with the plague for too long, and you have also been infected!

The plague that broke out this time is difficult to dispel directly. It is necessary to go to the temple to make it possible...

He lied.

Slightly infected plagues can be forcibly dispelled with divine magic, and only those who are deeply infected need to go to the temple.

Save me.... help me... Bishop Isda, please.... help me, I can donate all the wealth in my name!

Abu Da's tone was full of pity, his once shrewd face became pale and weak, and turbid tears dripped down the blood-red grassland along his cheeks.

Woooo...woooo...I don't want to die...

With a gentle smile on her face, Isda watched the superb performance in front of her, oh, it should be said to be a 'catharsis' with her own emotions.

Make a deal!

The Temple of Wealth wants to make a deal with you.

About the plague, about your family.

For example, your eldest son, I heard that he is a devout believer in the Temple of Fortune, maybe the position of preparing the Temple Knight is really suitable for him.

Silence pervaded, gradually disappearing the surrounding movement.

The paleness and weakness on Abu Da's face disappeared, and the tears were slowly wiped away.

How can I trust you!

He did not refuse, nor did he have the right to refuse. The power and terrifying power of the Temple of Wealth in the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa was far beyond everyone's imagination.

As a businessman who has lived in the Grand Duchy of Tambe Fasa for decades, Abuda knows this all too well.

Otherwise, they would not 'become' believers in the Temple of Wealth, and every trade would have to 'offer' 30% of the wealth they obtained.

Conclude a contract, in the name of my lord! Isda smiled suddenly, this time it was a real smile, a smile from the heart.

The task arranged by His Majesty Amber is about to be completed!

make a deal!

The voice of deep despair disappeared with the wind in the dark night.

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