League of Legends Invades Another World

Arena, Iron Throne.

Modrian looked down at Bertram who was in fear, and his expression was calm.

This is a game hidden in the dark!

From the time the embassy of the Alan Faluo Empire stepped into the Renwall Mountains, this silent game had begun, and the climax came quietly at the banquet that night.

Where is the couch, how can others be snored to sleep?

Clear and explore the Renwall Mountains, as Modrian once did.

The Alan Faluo Empire made the same choice, testing the Valoran Territory, and trying to dig out the secrets hidden behind it.

Ailan Faluo Empire, Ice and Snow Temple!

Long before the arrival of the mission, Modrian and Swain had talked countless times, guessing and analyzing the meaning of the mission's arrival, as well as possible unexpected situations.

legend?

The current Valoran Territory has just experienced a war, and the high-profile killing of the god of lizardmen, Samuanya, then why did the Alan Faluo Empire still send a mission headed by a legendary priest?

Despise Valoran Territory?

Modrian shook his head gently, he didn't think so, the main material plane, with many gods sitting high in the sea of ​​​​stars, he did not think other forces would have such thoughts.

A lively and deadly example happened not long ago.

But speaking of it, Modrian once thought that the key to this game would be Philan, whose status is not low, plus the relationship with the Valoran collar, no matter how he thinks, it will be this guy.

But as it stands now.

Those who are drawn by fear and blessed by gods are the real chess pieces.

A 'arrogant' legendary powerhouse, a temple priest with pure faith just give up? Sure enough, it is one of the most powerful forces in the Kalademos continent.

Huh? Divine grace?

The sudden energy fluctuation caught Modrian's attention, and he looked at Bertram, who was deeply terrified.

Legend is not enough.

In the face of fear, Bertram needs to draw on the strength that can truly resist it.

In the hall of the palace, the azure blue light filled the air like a halo, and the extreme cold was centered on Bertram, freezing through the steps, condensing layers of clear frost.

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Fear...death!

Bertram stood still, his soul filled with endless black mist, like a living creature, corroding everything that invaded him.

The turbulent azure blue divine power was completely unable to resist the black mist. It was visible to the naked eye that the divine power he could mobilize was slowly dissipating, and the transparent soul that he had maintained was gradually exposed to the black mist.

Goddess of ice and snow storm, please give strength to protect your believers!

I am the most loyal and steadfast believer!

I... never fear death!

Bertram, who was in the dark, chanted the words of prayer and blessing, and the trembling soul suddenly calmed down, and wisps of blue light gathered around him, turning it into the final barrier.

God?

The black mist boiled, and the hoarse and dry voice reverberated, causing the azure blue light to shake violently.

“Nice food!”

Click! Click! Click!

A hazy black shadow flashed, and the endless black mist crashed. In just an instant, the ice-blue barrier was broken like glass.

Facing the coming fate, Bertram opened his eyes, no fear could be seen in his frantic pupils, and he looked directly at the black mist coming from the pavement.

Before the mission, he had listened to the oracle, and that was his most glorious moment.

Death? No, I will be honored to return to the kingdom of God, always with my God!

Perhaps it was Bertram's will to die, perhaps it was the strength of Valoran, or perhaps it was the spokesperson of a god who was reluctant to walk in the world!

Just at the moment when the black fog appeared.

The dazzling divine light suddenly bloomed, permeating from the depths of the soul, dispelling the black mist, and covering the body.

It was accompanied by endless majesty, the approaching winter frost, and a huge illusory phantom standing in the middle of the palace.

The small book booth that book lovers used before has been hung up, and now they are basically using \\mi\\mi\\ to read\\\\ .

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The god of winter, Abigail!

Iron Throne, Modrian stood up with a smile, calmly stood up, and looked at the hazy phantom suspended in mid-air: This is the real script, the previous Ai Lan Faluo imperial mission was just a cover!

The strength displayed by the Valoran leader is far from being measurable by a mission led by a legend. It is worthy of serious consideration by all forces, including many temples and the gods behind it.

The kingdom of God on earth?

The power of the Valoran Territory today cannot be overstated!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

With the help of Bertram's body and the beliefs of everyone in the embassy, ​​the illusory and hazy phantom became more and more solid.

After a while, a beautiful woman in armor appeared in the palace hall of the arena, and an invisible power descended, covering everyone.

The long ice-blue hair was braided behind her back, and her eyes glowing with divine light were like stars, deep and serene. Whenever she looked at her, a chilling chill would strike.

And the most eye-catching thing is that the huge hammer that is carried on the back, the mysterious divine patterns are densely engraved on the surface, the sharp iron nails faintly penetrate the space, and the tiny black cracks surround the hammer.

Rumor has it that Abigail, the god of winter, is

An elves born in ice and snow.

He has won the trust of the goddess of ice and snow storms, and is in charge of the two priesthoods of [Winter] and [Guardian].

Medium Divine Power!

Modrian's smile subsided, and he looked at Abigail with a solemn expression. He did not expect that the existence behind the mission would be a god of medium power, which was somewhat unexpected, but fortunately, it was just a will.

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The power of the storm?

As soon as Abigail, the god of winter, arrived, he felt the familiar power that filled the sky above the palace.

The pervasive winter chill was blocked by the hurricane and stopped within ten meters. Compared with the surrounding environment, it was like two worlds.

One is frost-covered, one is deep and silent.

The competition for the priesthood, the prophecy of my lord falls on the Valoran territory.

Abigail raised his brows lightly, looked at Modrian who stood up, and said softly, I have seen His Royal Highness Modrian!

With a crisp and clear voice, Abigail did not have any attitude problems because of the strength of Modrian's high-level legend, and regardless of the strength of Valoran, the two people in front of Modrian alone made her not allowed. Not treated seriously.

Pantheon and Swain!

She felt an inexplicable threat from these two mortals. This was not aimless, but the innate premonition of the ice and snow elves.

As one of the most honorable people in the Ice and Snow Temple, Abigail, the god of winter, didn't care about the fall of Samuanya.

If it weren't for the shadow of the bottomless abyss behind the Kingdom of Bethlik and the Shrine of the Lizardmen, the Aranfaluo Empire could have defeated the Lizardmen Legion long ago and destroyed those hard-skinned cold-blooded creatures.

The purpose of Abigail's trip is to talk about Tobias, the god of conspiracy and evil.

According to the information of the secret agents of the Imperial Military Intelligence Service, they had detected the aura of the god of conspiracy and evil in the Lakstark Fortress, but they finally disappeared after being covered by layers of black fog.

Until not long ago, the goddess of ice and snow storms learned from the secret channel of the bottomless abyss.

Tobias, the god of conspiracy and evil, is suspected to have fallen!

In the abyss of the thirty-second floor: the evil temple of conspiracy in the abyss of sin, there are only broken walls and ruins, surrounded by traces of divine power, telling the fierce battle.

And where Tobias was last...

It is the Rakstark fortress in Valoran.

I have seen His Majesty Abigail, and Valoran welcomes His Majesty's arrival. Modrian said in return, looking around, the realm of the gods descended, and the layers of frost danced, covering the palace, as if being in Alien space.

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Except for Modrian and others and Abigail, the god of winter, no one knows what they talked about.

Even though the members of the mission of the Ai Lanfaluo Empire are in the realm of the gods, they have lost their perception of the outside world, and their vision is full of hazy and illusory scenes. lowest.

If it weren't for the biting cold and the icy color, they seemed to be trapped in a dark cage.

The pupils that can occasionally move, what they see is Modrian, who is talking to Abigail, the god of winter, on an equal footing. As for the specifics, they have no way of knowing.

Consciousness is rigid, soul is sluggish.

The passage of time is unknown to them, still like a sculpture.

When they reacted, they were already outside the arena, looking at the starry night sky, complex colors appeared on their faces.

A mission, but do not want to be a tool of the empire and the temple.

Resentment?

They know who they are, and even if the trip is to die, they will not allow them to take a step back, because everything they have is bestowed by the empire and the temple.

Looking back at the arena that was still brightly lit behind, the members of the mission were all envious.

Talk to the gods as equals!

The pictures they saw in the palace tonight were completely imprinted in their minds, and they could never forget them for the rest of their lives.

blah blah blah! blah blah blah!

With the sound of footsteps, Bertram took the lead towards the carriage at the corner, the arrogance and arrogance disappeared from his face, and now there was only piety and burning heat.