League of Legends Invades Another World

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We should go.

After crossing the cold wind and snow in the evening, Tamara held a steel staff and walked to Draven's side to make a silent sound, interrupting his thoughts.

There were some tired words in his ears, and Draven turned his head slightly to look at Tamara. This excellent war mason was not as capable as he used to be, a little blood seeped into his eyes, and his cracked face was covered with exhaustion and frost.

Not only Tamara, Draven looked around, his keen eyes penetrated the falling snow, and he noticed that the soldiers of the Trefary Legion who closed their eyes and rested were a little unusual.

The sturdy and heavy armor covered their figures, and both hands still clenched the death implements, but Draven, who knew these guys well, noticed a breath of exhaustion that could not be concealed.

During this period of time, whether they were resting or advancing, there were always lizardmen warriors who followed their trail, obstructing their pace with a mad and savage attitude, and constantly harassing the team.

This is a dilemma created by pride. The Valoran Territory has been established until now, and the Noxian Legion has experienced many battles. The endless glory has made them lose their awe, and some underestimate the military power of this world.

Draven got up and gently lifted the sharp axe in his hand: Prepare to go, we need... huh? Before the words fell, there was a sudden subtle movement in his ears.

The wind and snow fell, and through the dim light, Draven saw a number of heavily armored gnoll soldiers appearing at the edge of the forest, slowly surrounding the small dead forest.

Bah! Spitting out a mouthful of bloody spit, Draven's wrist trembled, and the ring-handled axe spun quickly. Is this scary? Start arranging for gnolls to die?

In the last few days of fighting, Draven and Trifali Legionnaires have encountered Lizardmen warriors the most. They have strong bodies and open and close fighting styles, which are in line with the Noxian fighting style.

So before the more powerful Legionnaires of the Trefari, the lizardmen warriors suffered a lot.

I occasionally encounter gnoll soldiers. Compared with the lizardmen warriors, they are more animalistic, crazy and bloodthirsty, but the pressure brought by these beasts is obviously not enough, far less than the stigmata veterans in the ice and snow jungle before. .

When the gnoll soldiers approached, Draven looked slightly solemn, a gnoll heavily armored warrior.

In the many wars encountered by the Valor Leaders, the gnoll heavy armored warriors were quite elite heavy infantry, which caused some troubles to the Noxian expeditionary cavalry.

You go first, I will catch up with you. Draven turned the ring-handled axe in his hand and rolled up the snow.

Huh? He frowned when he saw the Tamara and Trifali Legionnaires beside him doing nothing.

Don't worry, this little gnoll can't stop me. After speaking, Draven looked indifferently at each of the Trifali Legionnaires until they all lowered their heads.

We are waiting for you in front.

Tamara glanced at Draven and understood what was on his mind, buying time to recover. Immediately, she led the soldiers of the Trifali Legion to leave quickly, and the figure disappeared into the long snow.

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The sudden sound of hurried steps sounded like an attacking horn. The gnoll heavy armored warrior saw the movements of the soldiers of the Trifali Legion, and launched an offensive without warning. The emerald green eyes were full of wildness and killing.

They will never let the food that comes to their mouths slip away.

I hate the look in your eyes! Draven said with disgust, staring at the approaching gnoll heavy armored warrior.

Wail for the pain!

【Blood Sprint】!

Draven strode forward, the turbulent blood-colored stream emerging beneath his feet, providing a strong thrust that kept him on the ground in the dead woods.

【Rotating Throwing Axe】!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The ring-handled axe rose into the air in an instant, slashing precisely at the heavily armored gnoll warriors rushing in front of him.

What thick armor, what hard fur, what defense.

In front of Draven's sharp axe, it was as crisp as paper. Under each sharp axe, a gnoll heavy-armored warrior must lose his fresh life, and the scorching blood bloomed like fireworks on the snow.

Withered death descended on the dead woods, Draven frowned slightly, unexpectedly, such a bloody killing did not scare away the gnoll heavy armored warrior.

Even if they were afraid, these gnoll heavy armored warriors were advancing frantically, aiming directly at Draven, as if some belief supported them.

Ha, looks good, blood will flow wherever I go! Draven cracked the corners of his mouth, showing a bloodthirsty smile, his hands kept on, and the ring-handled axe turned into phantoms in the woods.

No matter how it was thrown, the ring-handled axe would end up in Draven's hands.

This is how Draven's killing show began, and the raging gnoll heavy armored warriors became his target.

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Time passed quietly, and the bright moonlight flashed in the dim sky, mixed with traces of blood.

In the icy and desolate dead forest battlefield, the corpses of the gnoll heavy armored warriors were all over the place, pitch black, cold and stiff, and looked pitiful.

Traces of axe slashing can be seen everywhere on their bodies and bones, and along the terrifying wounds, the stench and hot blood flowed to form pools of blood on the ground.

The belief of the gods? Draven saw the last team of more than a dozen gnolls

At the cost of the sacrifice of his companions, the soldier A rushed to the front, his eyes extremely ruthless.

【Axe to open the way】!

Draven clasped his hands together, and the two sharp axe fused together, spinning at a high speed, rolling up gusts of snow.

Then use death to serve the so-called gods.

Buzz!

The air exploded, and the rapidly rotating ring-handled axe cut through the air, leaving a clear and transparent trace that swept through the woods unstoppably.

The next moment, the heavy armor shattered, and the gushing blood was like ink splashed on the snow, depicting a bloody picture.

Click!

The axe was taken apart, and Draven looked at the messy battlefield with an indifferent expression. He had seen the result of the war countless times, but the frenzy to death was a bit terrifying.

No longer counting the spoils, Draven took one last look at the darkening night and set out to track down Tamara and the Legionnaires of Trifali.

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The night was desolate, like running water.

Delevingne marched with all his strength. After a cup of tea, he saw the traces left by Tamara. After chasing him for a while, he finally saw Tamara and the others.

He breathed a sigh of relief, no accident happened.

With Draven's return, the speed of the team's advance increased again, and no one asked about the final result of the battle in the dead woods on the snowy road. Just as the Trifali Legionnaires obeyed Draven's orders, they also believed in Draven.

The light of dawn broke the dark darkness, and overnight, the cold mist hung over the sky, obscuring the sky and the earth.

Coupled with the continuous wind and snow, the strange weather brought serious inconvenience to Draven and his party. Fortunately, they did not encounter lizardmen warriors and gnoll soldiers on the follow-up journey. They were farther away from Blackwood Province. further.

Walking silently, Draven at the front of the team looked solemn. For some reason, there was always a touch of unease in his heart. He stroked the golden red symbol on his abdomen with his palm. He never believed that the lizardmen would let them go so easily.

Not counting the slaughter of the ice and snow jungle, just the way they left, there was a lot of slaughter about the lizardmen warriors.

Until the intersection of Mori and Blackwood provinces, Draven finally knew the reason. In front of the chaotic gravel area, a Lizardman array of nearly a thousand people had assembled.

The red flag fluttered, engraved with pale golden lines, depicting the appearance of a lizard. All Lizardmen warriors faced the exhausted Trifarian Legionnaires in full spirits.

More than that, in the back of the team, a vague and terrifying aura gradually rose, firmly locking on Draven and others.

legend!

Delevingne turned his head to look at the snowy weather behind him, and there was an astonishing fighting intent in his solemn eyes.

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