League of Legends Invades Another World

Starfall calendar 1463, the season of the scorching sun.

Immortal fortress.

The former Drowcord.

This thousand-year-old capital built by the Lizardmen was reborn in the hands of Valoran after the war.

Overlooking the sky from afar.

Countless towering buildings are like splendid stars, once again standing in the lush forest, a touch of rich greenery embellishes the deep darkness.

The gray-black stone bricks build a continuous wall, like dark clouds falling, and the heavy force comes over, suppressing the soul.

The gap in the cloud is the majestic city gate. A line of Lenoxus soldiers guards the city gate corridor, clenching sharp blades in both hands, and looking around with cold eyes.

Glancing across the city wall, what comes into view is a narrow and claustrophobic street extending in all directions.

Only the main road looks slightly wider and can accommodate four or five carriages passing side by side.

The two sides of the street are not usually bustling and noisy shops. If you look closely at the eaves, under the dark light, the strict walls are densely covered, and the fleeting blood-colored light tells the existence of the rune staff.

Looking up, almost all the architectural styles tend to be solemn and heavy, like a military fortress guarding the center.

The once prosperous Drowkod has completely lost the imprint of the Lizardmen, and now the only trace left....

It's the Valoran collar!

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The scorching sun was in the sky, and the breeze blowing past with a touch of scorching breath hovered in the blue sky.

Huo Ran, the wind was restless, and the naughty bear children flocked to the center of the immortal fortress. Just when they touched the black wall, they seemed to be inexplicably frightened, and they all retreated and disappeared.

Above the ruins of the former lizardman temple, a towering black fortress was lying on the side.

Thin and dim lines are engraved on the surface of the wall, and every three feet, there will be raised circular stone pillars as grid points, which outline a strange but neat-looking huge array.

On the right side of the fort is surrounded by stone steps, like a maze, along the rune line, leading to the entrance of the fort.

The bright sun was shining, Modrian finished his breakfast and stood on the windowsill, holding the white stone railing, overlooking the buildings in the field of vision.

Immortal Fortress, the capital of the Noxian Empire!

It took the war masons more than a year to recreate this ancient city that is far older than the Noxian Empire!

As his thoughts flowed, Modrian couldn't help but think that two years ago, after the Valoran Land successfully captured Dzerkod, the seemingly powerful kingdom of Bethlik lost its most important heart and existed in name only.

This is also the backwardness of the divine authority of the king!

The gods have fallen, the temples have been destroyed, and the remaining lizardmen nobles cannot obtain the name of righteousness at all.

Facing the continuous and turbulent offensive of the Valoran Territory, they retreated step by step, lost their once vast territory, and finally escaped into the boundless virgin jungle, surviving in a guerrilla manner.

Humans, once ravaged, rose before them in violent and savage ways.

Fate swap?

No, the Lizardmen are obviously more miserable now.

They lost their great gods, their kingdom territory, and their inner beliefs, and they were reduced to a group of bereaved dogs, silently waiting for their final fate.

As for Valoran Territory and Modrian, after occupying most of the territory of the Kingdom of Besilik.

Rakstark fortress, standing in the Renwall Mountains, is no longer suitable to be the political and military center of Valoran.

Whether it is the Elanfaluo Empire and the Temple of Ice and Snow in the north, or the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa and the Temple of Wealth adjacent to the east, they have the power to completely ignore the cold wind-ravaged Renwall Mountains.

Certain factors aside, when necessary, the above two parties can raid Rakstark fortress in a state of unparalleled ease.

This does not meet the requirements of the Valoran Territory Political and Military Center.

Even though this fortress played a very important role in the rise of Valoran Territory, after growing up, people must always learn to choose.

Finally, after internal deliberations, Modrian had to give up the Rakstark fortress and relocate it.

It happened that Drowkod, who had just been burned by the war, came into view.

The lush and dense forest, the empty area after the baptism of war, the terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the replacement of new rights, this is the perfect choice in the eyes of Modrian and Swain.

In the following time, under Modrian's order, a quiet and silent relocation began.

The Iron Glass City under Laxstark Fortress is also included in the plan, and it is an extremely important part.

In fact, looking back on the past of Valoran Territory, it can be found that the brilliance of Hextech is no less than the extraordinary system possessed by Valoran Territory itself.

Flesh is weak, machinery is eternal!

Either Piltover or Zaun.

These two cities standing in Rune Continent are deeply imprinted with the imprint of Hextech, and have a certain influence on the continent.

Modrian claims to have attached great importance to Hextech.

But in the past two years, Hextech has radiated and promoted the Valoran Territory in all aspects, and the impact is far beyond his imagination.

Snapped!

Modrian turned on the glass lamp in the study, and a tiny electric current appeared, and a blazing white light slowly illuminated the dim room.

As soon as he sat on the soft leather chair, and before he could lean on the back of the chair, he saw

Two blood-colored letterheads were placed on the desk, one with a double-edged axe postmark, and the other with a silver snake and a machete postmark.

Modrian narrowed his eyes slightly, and the letterheads of different colors, inside the Valoran collar, represented the priority of things,

The blood-colored letterhead is already the second level, indicating that the information recorded in it is very important, and for this reason, the two blood-colored letterheads are placed on the top of the desk.

Modrian opened the blood-colored letterhead postmarked with the double-edged axe, trying to see what was stumbling Darius.

Well, siege the lizardmen remnants.... the jungle.... the yordles....

With the victory of Drowkod, the kingdom of Bethlik became a thing of the past.

However, the remaining lizardmen are like a piece of stubborn moss, still causing a lot of trouble to the Valoran leader, sometimes attacking the passing caravan, sometimes attacking the town to the death.

After all, the Lizardmen have occupied the dense jungle under their feet for nearly a thousand years. To completely eliminate them, bloody means are needed from the inside out.

In this regard, the Noxian Legion is well suited to take down this stubborn group.

They are more savage than savage, they are more bloodthirsty than bloodthirsty, and the Noxians are more frightening than retribution.

It's just that the Noxian Legion encountered a lot of trouble when it was actually implemented.

The vast territory, the intricate environment, and the lizardmen warriors floating in the Rocky Mountains made the scattered war masons stretched and exhausted, and the time for the cleanup was delayed.

In normal times, Darius would be happy to train the Noxian soldiers under his command, but the changes in the situation on the Kaladimos continent made him realize that he could no longer delay.

So he put aside his so-called pride and directly asked Modrian on the letterhead to send the yordles to assist in the battle.

This guy... Modrian put down the letter, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, as if he imagined Darius' funny expression when he wrote the letter. It's right to think about it. The situation on the mainland is becoming more and more chaotic. It's time to completely clean up the stubborn disease of the lizardmen.

He very much agrees with Darius's point of view in the letter. As early as some time ago, Swain and Reese's defense also proposed similar ideas, and they were more bloody and thorough.

Zad, go and inform Teemo that the main ship scout team is going to have an event. Modrian said again as if thinking of something.

Wait, and Tristana and Twitch, bring Hextech's 'new product' over there to help the Noxian Legion clear the lizardmen.

Yes, Lord! Zed appeared in the corner of the study and replied softly.

Hearing the sound, Modrian turned his head and looked at the figure that was gradually disappearing into the shadows. He said softly: The shadow stream is also active, and the dagger is stained with blood. Warm up in advance.

hum!

In the shadow, the crimson red light flickered, like a sleeping dark beast, opening its violent eyes.

Modrian shook his head gently. During the two years of silence, at the beginning, Shadow Stream still had the opportunity to fight against the infiltrator, but the further down the line, the less opportunity there was, and even in the later period, it almost became a pure intelligence agency.

Most importantly, he smelled an unusual aura, derived from the whim of the legend.

Recently, the frequent offensives of the bottomless abyss have made the situation in the Caladimus continent more and more chaotic. occur.

At the same time, the fierce counterattack of the gods of order also allowed Modrian to truly see the horror of those great existences, far beyond what the evil god of the abyss could match.

The power of ignorant and pure faith turns into a solid barrier of light, preventing the abyss.

Modrian suppressed his inner thoughts, and his eyes fell on another blood-colored letterhead, looking at the striking and special postmark.

The silver serpent surrounds the sharp machete!