League of Legends Invades Another World

The junction of barren plains and virgin forests.

A camp that looked like a steel monster from a distance rose from the ground, and the crimson double-bladed axe flag fluttered in the wind, like a smiling skeleton with claws and claws.

Around the camp, countless armored Noxian soldiers gathered in different corners like busy worker ants, contributing their responsibilities.

Da da! Da da! Da da!

The scouts galloping on their horses rushed through the steel gates, and the Noxian soldiers along the way stepped aside, their fiery eyes looking at the scouts' disappearing backs.

In the central area of ​​the camp, thick gray tents stood quietly.

Bright yellow candles light up the simple environment, and the members of the Reese garrison revolve around the war sand table, either communicating, arguing, or simulating battles.

Occasionally, out of the corner of his eyes, he looks at the main seat with a slightly frenzied expression.

Darius stood so quietly in front of the sand table, his tall body was as stable as a mountain, and it gave people a great sense of security.

To lure the enemy deeper? Or to fight hard?

He looked at the war sand table full of flags in front of him, frowning slightly.

The red flags symbolizing Valoran's land were planted almost in the southern part of the primeval forest, while the blue flags in the forest represented the only remaining lizardmen clan.

Counting them down, there are less than ten blue flags, surrounded by red flags.

Although he guessed that the early defense of the Beshilik Kingdom would not be very strong, it seemed to be a little weaker than expected given the current advance speed.

Just the dispatched scout corps has wiped out most of the resistance forces in the southern region of the Beshilik Kingdom.

God? Theocracy? Darius smiled contemptuously.

The gods dominate the country, and they can indeed dominate all forces, making the country prosperous and powerful.

It's just that after the fall of the gods, the prosperity seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and this seemingly powerful kingdom also completely lost its strong outer skin, revealing its weak inner side.

The door curtain was lifted, and the bleak autumn wind swept in.

A Trifali Legionnaire quickly walked to Darius' side and whispered, Sir Katarina has infiltrated the Lizardmen's hinterland. After speaking, he took out a crimson letter from his arms and handed it over to him. to Darius.

Darius took the letter and opened it casually, while looking at the war sand table. In the central area of ​​Bethlik Kingdom, an unusually striking blue flag was planted, surrounded by many uneven small flags.

After reading the letter, Darius flexed his fingers, and the letter covered with words was like gravel, slowly falling to the sand table.

He looked down at the blue flag at the very center of the sand table, grinned lightly, and the lizardmen painted on it were soaked with a touch of blood, weak and attractive.

Bang!

Darius directly stretched out his hand and pulled up the blue flag, roaring loudly: Pass my order, former army...

assault!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The gate of the camp was opened, and a large number of adult dragon lizards wearing black heavy armor walked out one after another. They rushed to the virgin forest, their thick limbs smashed the bushes and grasses, and their scaly bodies ignored the trees and quickly cleared out a path.

And behind the dragon lizard is an alchemy researcher who is playing with weird machines.

They were manipulating metal machines and scattered, and they were also clearing the virgin forest. The speed was not slower than that of the dragon lizard, but a little faster than the dragon lizard.

This is an expedition belonging to the Valoran Territory. Although the Noxian Legion is the mainstay, it is mixed with many other belligerents.

Boom!

The primeval forest is trembling!

The armored Noxian Legion turned into a torrent of steel, and with an unstoppable force, it quickly washed away the slipping fish of the Kingdom of Bethlik, and established towering towers and supply points along the way.

Overlooking the earth, it was like a rich emerald green dye vat, mixed with a little crimson color, and was eroding the surrounding area at a leisurely pace.

......

......

Kingdom of Bethlik.

The royal capital, Drowkod.

This huge city built in a dense rainforest is similar to a temple, with many ornate buildings, and the crimson building surface is engraved with brutal and absurd paintings.

The night is gone, and the dawn is rising.

When strands of sunlight penetrate the leaves and fall into the magnificent city, the fresh breath boils.

In the hearts of countless lizardmen, Drowkod is the most magnificent and greatest holy city.

That is [City of Blood]!

However, the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the past are long gone, and the temple city fell into a deadly silence, with boundless panic filling the sky.

The fall of the god of the lizardmen, Samuanya, had an impact on the Kingdom of Bethlik far beyond the imagination of outsiders. It was not only the collapse of beliefs, but also many things built around beliefs.

Such as order, such as class, such as power... and so on!

It can be said that at the moment Samuanya fell, the kingdom of Bethlik was already on the eve of disintegration.

The Shrine of the Lizardmen, the most dazzling building in Drowkodene.

The red and white walls, the spires that pierce the rainforest, the golden glazed tiles, and the strong power of faith form this temple with a special status.

Your Majesty Timothy, shall we continue?

At the entrance of the main hall, a priest of the lizardman temple wearing a scarlet robe looked at the old lizardman in front of him,

Asked in a low voice, there were bloodshot eyes in Amber's eyes.

Why don't you continue? The old lizardman slowly turned around and looked at the gloomy sky. Enjoy the glory brought by the gods in life, then now is the time for them to dedicate themselves.

My lord is still sleeping, this faith and bloodline are far from enough.

The old lizardman seemed to remember something, took a deep breath, and said in a savage voice: Go, send out the stigmata veterans, and 'invite' all the gods to the temple to discuss things!

Let's just say... my lord is about to recover from his slumber!

Hearing this, the priest of the Lizardman Temple immediately knelt down and saluted, with a frenzied expression: My lord's glory will shine on the kingdom again!

Then the priest of the Lizardman Temple hurriedly got up, left the main hall, and walked quickly to the legion station on the side of the temple. He would thoroughly implement the Pope's order and bring all the gods in Drowkod.

Yes, the glory of my Lord will come again...

The old lizardman, who is also the crown of Timothy in the mouth of the priest of the lizardman temple, looked up at the statue of the lizardman standing in front of him.

Even after being repaired by a highly skilled mason, there was still an invisible crack that spread along the head of the lizardman all the way to the bottom.

Hehe, hehe, cough...hehe...

Strange laughter sounded, and Timothy looked at the sculpture and then at his arm. The smooth dark green scales gradually appeared gray and dazzling.

No one can stop me, no one can!

Timothy looked away, his ugly face was full of hideous colors, and he seemed to be on the verge of madness.