League of Legends Invades Another World

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In the starry night, a little bit of crimson blood infects the snow-white world, and the collapsed warhorse makes a mournful whine from time to time.

With the help of the reflected starlight, the figure in jet-black armor walked in this battlefield that had just ended. The lance in his hand didn't care about the life and death of the enemy, pierced his head one by one, and the sprayed blood mixed with the white brain.

Master Gregory, the enemy has been cleaned up, and nothing is left out. A Noxian Imperial cavalry stepped forward and reported.

Looking back at the bleak battlefield, Gregory's indifferent eyes showed a bloodthirsty light, shaking off the fine flesh and blood stained on the black lance, and said coldly: Send someone to inform General Darius that the enemy has entered. The vigilance range of the scouts!

The rest, move on!

The dull sound of horse hooves sounded, leaving a trail on the backlogged snow, and the snow danced, and after a while, there was no trace.

Ten miles behind, Darius led the Noxus team against the wind and snow. After receiving the message from Gregory, he waved the team to stop.

In the cold and snowy weather, Darius frowned slightly and thought about it, which was different from the original plan, but as a general of the Noxian Empire who had experienced hundreds of battles, he was not surprised by this. Never underestimate the enemy. He learned a lesson in his battle against the Freljord.

Worthman!

A knight in heavy armor with three dents behind him rode forward, pointed the lance in his right hand diagonally at the snow, and said respectfully, General!

The Trifali Legionnaires are divided into 10 squads, each leading 5 Noxian Imperial cavalry, as scouts, all dispersed. Darius' tiger-like eyes flashed with crazy killing intent, and his icy words froze. blizzard.

I don't want to see any enemy before entering the Aaronther Hills.

Yes, General!

However, in Zhancha Kungfu, the 10 scout teams smashed the falling snow and quickly disappeared into the darkness of the night. The team that stopped then started to move forward.

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Dim bonfires illuminated the silent camp, and occasionally the horses snorted briefly, then returned to silence.

It wasn't until a rush of horses' hooves crashed into the camp's door that there was a little confusion. The torches that were lit one after another surrounded the camp's door, and there was a faint sound of inquiries.

Soon, the tent in the center of the camp was lit up with magic lights, and the guards of the night vigil hurried to the surrounding tents to convey orders.

Angela opened the heavy curtain of the tent, and unexpectedly found a lot of people sitting inside. She gently shook off the snowflakes on her magic robe. She took a step and sat in the reserved position on the left, and said with a smile to the middle-aged man in the main seat. : Uncle Lloyd!

Lloyd Rupert Geoffrey, the Viscount of the Kingdom, possesses the strength of a great knight, the deputy commander of the Iron Thorns Cavalry Corps, a powerful figure in the Geoffrey family, and now the nominal commander of this team.

For Angela's greetings, Viscount Lloyd nodded slightly, and he knew very well that the expedition of the Iron Thorns Cavalry Corps was just to add a little more beautiful qualifications to Angela.

Because Angela is not only the eldest daughter of the Jeffrey family, but also has the most outstanding mage talent of the Jeffrey family in the past 100 years. The Archmage's attention.

Perhaps the Geoffrey family will welcome a female grand duke again!

Looking at the few people in the tent, Viscount Lloyd said in a deep voice: The scout detected the enemy near the Aaronser Hills. The damage was bad, and 4 teams of scouts have been sacrificed.

Dark armor, with visors, scarlet warhorses! The enemy seems to be somewhat similar to the information provided by Emerson.

Viscount Lloyd turned his head to look at Baron Emerson, who was sitting at the bottom of his right hand, with a faint tone of undisguised killing intent. With less than a hundred cavalry, would he dare to launch a scout war?

Swallowing saliva subconsciously, Baron Emerson's brain was turning frantically, is it really Modrian's subordinate? How dare he be so bold and crazy?

Lord Lloyd, can you determine how many scouts there are? Could it be that Modrian wants to gamble before he perishes?

Not sure how many! Viscount Lloyd looked at Emerson coldly, and then said to Angela: The battle ahead is fierce, should we continue to send scouts?

Uncle Lloyd, you are the commander, don't care about my existence.

The crisp voice dispelled the suppressed atmosphere in the tent, and Angela's emerald eyes flashed with interesting light.

His eyes narrowed slightly, Viscount Lloyd turned his head away from looking at Angela, he stretched out his right hand to point on the military sand map in front of him, and said solemnly: According to the scout's intelligence and combat range, the enemy's intention may be different. There are two points. First, it is very unlikely that a crazy throw will gradually erode our strength in a guerrilla manner.”

Second, the other party seems to want to force us to fight in the Aaronser Hills. It is not ruled out that the enemy is the second son of the Perris family. This is a very favorable choice for them.

Ha, choosing a complex terrain to fight against the Iron Thorns Cavalry Corps is a good idea. The enemy commander seems to be somewhat interesting. Viscount Lloyd said with a smile, and then the smile gradually disappeared until it became cold.

But it also depends on whether we agree or not!

Quiler, send you

The iron thorn cavalry under my command are all scattered as scouts. I need to know the specific situation of the Aaronther Hills as soon as possible, and even I want some prisoners.

Yes, Lord Lloyd! The armored knight at the front right in the tent stood up and saluted, then quickly left the tent.

The smell of war, I smell it, how familiar it is!

Viscount Lloyd's eyes were tightly locked on the topographic sand map in front of him. He was waiting for the news at the forefront. He thought it was a meaningless war. Now, he finally has a desire to fight.

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The fluttering snowflakes seemed to fall from the stars, shining in a messy blue, melting into the snow.

The dull sound of horses' hoofs stepped over, splashing the starting point of snow, one after another silhouette shuttled under the silent ice and snow night, the sharp lance glowed with white cold light.

Suddenly, the two scout teams met, and with the starlight falling, the two stagnate slightly, and then the pervading killing intent washed away the snowflakes.

The dark figure, the dark green figure, crazily intertwined and destroyed in the snowy night, no one cared about the fallen companion, only the appearance of the enemy was in his eyes, and the body and weapons were stained with sticky blood.

The silent battle between the scouts, fierce and pathetic!

Even in the event of a final victory, the remaining scouts will not deal with the tragic battlefield as they head to the next scouting location.

Death began to come frequently.

But neither side stopped, and continued to send scouts frantically to meet the battles under the snowy nights again and again.

Taking the Aaronser Hills as the dividing point, in the pale ice and snow world, red bloodstains are left everywhere, rendering a tragic and gorgeous war hell.

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