League of Legends Invades Another World

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Aaronther Hills, unknown hills.

A strong bloody smell enveloped this area, and even the falling snowflakes seemed to be dyed red, slowly falling on the red snow.

Looking around, the bright red blood and the gray brain are intertwined, forming a mill of flesh and blood, a slaughterhouse of life.

Even the extraordinary knights are no exception. From the battle between the Noxus Imperial cavalry and the Iron Thorns cavalry to the present, in the bloody battlefield, more than one life energy bloomed like flowers, then withered, and then completely disappeared.

This is the battlefield, ruthless and cruel, reaping vulnerable lives.

Heavy breathing sounded beside Modrian's ears. Looking back, Sion was watching the fierce battle under the hills, his eyes were red, and it seemed that the endless desire to kill filled it.

Sion, it's not time yet, hold back your desires!

A Qingming look appeared on Sion's face, the desire in his eyes gradually faded, and he said hoarsely, Sorry, Lord Modrian.

In the past, he refused to die and annihilate, and experienced too many wars and slaughter as a living corpse. Now he suddenly saw such a bloody battlefield, and the desire to kill in his heart was almost irrepressible.

Modrian looked down at the battle in the hills, and the black shadow representing the Noxian Imperial cavalry had begun to support the attack of the Iron Thorn cavalry after experiencing the initial disadvantage.

Especially the cavalry squad headed by the soldiers of the Trefary Legion, they were slowly cutting the battlefield, and then devoured the dark green figure like a beast.

Clenching the hilt of the sword with his right hand, Modrian endured the killing intent in his heart. The time has not yet come. Now is not the best time.

Eyes as sharp as an eagle stared at the iron thorns behind the cavalry. There was another cavalry there. Looking at their armor, they should belong to knight servants, a group of ordinary people who had received some knight training and served knights.

Modrian's eyes froze, and he saw a familiar figure, Baron Emerson and the blond girl beside him.

Angela Françoise Jeffrey!

The noble girl she once met at Perris Castle was also the heroine who seduced her predecessor and made him bear the charge of indecent assault.

Coincidence of fate, see you again here!

Seemingly noticing Modrian's gaze, Angela looked up at the heights of the hill and found Modrian's standing figure, her emerald-like blue pupils were filled with icy coldness.

The memory of the past mockery is in front of her eyes, and even if no one knows about the proud her, it makes a little killing intent in her heart.

Uncle Emerson, it's time for your promise to be fulfilled, for the glory of the Jeffrey family!

As the first-in-line heir to the Jeffrey family, Angela is not only a mage, but also has a unique perspective on warfare. She found that the iron thorn cavalry in the hills battlefield was not in a good situation. The strength of the centurion, the scale of victory began to swing.

Baron Emerson licked his dry lips, looked at the blood purgatory-like scene not far away, remembered the rumored methods of Miss Angela in front of him, and lowered his head silently.

From the moment he chose to become a vassal of the Jeffrey family, he had no choice.

Yes, Miss Angela, I will use my life to maintain the honor of the Jeffrey family!

Turning the horse's head, Baron Emerson went to gather the servants of the Iron Thorn Knights, a group of recruits who had never experienced the battlefield, but it didn't matter, as long as they could insert into the enemy's abdomen from the side, even if they all sacrificed, it would be a victory.

Maybe more than that, he looked up at the hill, where people should come to stop us? Then why can't I do better, how about catching that damn Modrian?

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The time has come!

Modrian took down the cyan sword from behind, and his eyes stared at the servants of the Iron Thorns Knights who began to ride their horses. They wanted to insert themselves into the lineup of the Noxian Empire's cavalry from the side, and use these cannon fodder to cause confusion?

But the slow charging formation seems to be seducing something, is it trying to get a bigger gain? Like me?

Silent sarcasm filled the corners of his mouth, and Modrian turned back to the war mason and instructed: You are responsible for the fish that slip through the net, don't let any of them go!

Yes, Lord Modrian. The war masons said respectfully, holding the gray-black iron staff and dagger in their palms.

Afterwards, Modrian looked at the Noxian Expeditionary Cavalry by his side. This group of guys who had long been hungry for war had only 10 people, but they had no fear.

And Sion, who has been following him silently.

Modrian pulled off the black visor, and the cyan sword pointed to another battlefield on the hill, where the servants of the Iron Thorns Knights were.

Victory belongs to Noxus!

Everyone, charge with me!

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At the bottom of the hill, Baron Emerson wanted to make this group of Iron Thorns knight servants speed up, but the sound of fighting not far away was affecting this group of recruits, and the more they urged, the more they could not run.

How the hell did this bunch of bastards get selected into the servants of the Iron Thorn Knights? Baron Emerson cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to make a sound, because the new recruits were not so strong in bearing the war.

He looked up at the top of the hill

, Waiting silently, the intelligence mistakes of this war have made him unable to escape the guilt of death, and the only chance of survival is on Modrian.

Why not yet? I can't wait, Modrian.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Heavy and messy footsteps sounded on the hills, like the sound of drums hitting the hearts of all the servants of the Iron Thorn Knights, and also attracted the eyes of Baron Emerson, who smelled a bloody and dangerous breath. Pavement comes.

As the footsteps approached, the blood-red breath rendered the pale snow, and the deep breathing caused waves of air fluctuations.

Hu, hu, hu, I tasted blood in the air!

With the bloody announcement, the huge shadow finally emerged from the forest, revealing his true face.

A metal object shaped like a dagger was inserted obliquely on the terrifying and ugly head, the scarlet eyes flashed with the intention of crazy killing, the thick armor penetrated the chin and the terrifying face was combined.

The most striking thing is the red armor on the waist. At this moment, it is dazzling like a burning crystal, illuminating the pale flesh, giving it a real feeling of flesh and blood.

I need a massacre to comfort the desire to kill.

Sion held up the huge black axe clenched in both hands, and the scarlet madness was drowning himself, leaving only a trace of clarity in his heart.

Iron thorns, fight hard!

With no choice, Baron Emerson stared at the terrifying figure and pulled out the long sword around his waist. The extremely fatal danger made him roar.

The servants of the Iron Thorns knights behind them followed suit, either drawing their swords or clenching their lances, and began to charge towards death.

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