League of Legends Invades Another World

Crunch!

Some harsh sounds of pushing the door echoed in the conference hall, and the hot and dry wind roaring in blew a few candles, swaying non-stop.

Swain stood on the spot, clenched his black cane, and bent down a little, looking like a wealthy middle-aged gentleman, the gray silk gradually appeared in his hairline, adding a bit of charm, without the slightest Nook. The terrifying power of the leader of Sass.

At the door, Modrian shook his head helplessly when he saw Swain who was bowing and saluting.

It's just that Swain turned a deaf ear, still maintaining the old-fashioned aristocratic practice to demonstrate Modrian's supremacy in Valoran.

Walking to the main seat, Modrian sat down at will, tapped the armrest with his fingers, nodded to the surrounding Swain and Reese garrison members, and said, No restraint, sit down and talk.

After speaking, Modrian turned to look at Swain in front of him and asked, Have those nobles started to make trouble again?

Swain loosened his black cane, tightened his simple coat, nodded lightly, then shook his head lightly, and whispered: The commotion of those little guys is completely the mind of children, they just want to taste what belongs to them. It's just the fruit.

Speaking of which, the so-called aristocratic turmoil that Modrian and Swain called originated from the strategic planning of Valoran Territory.

If divided by the past and the future, the present Valoran Territory can be roughly divided into two regions.

One is the territory that once belonged to the Kingdom of Bethlik.

The immortal fortress stands tall, and countless legionnaires and resources are scattered deep in the dense jungle. It is destined to represent the future of Valoran, and it is also a fertile territory that Modrian regards as a treasure.

One is the territory that used to be the Kingdom of Stoke.

Most of them are places where nobles gather, and it is also the economic lifeline of Valoran Territory.

It’s just a pity that it is no longer the political and military center of Valoran Territory. Under the deliberate control of Modrian and Swain, that territory is gradually becoming an economic gathering place for Valoran. The development of the collar injects a wave of momentum.

If Modrian's focus was still in the Laxstark Fortress before, he believed that the secret noise and commotion of the nobles would never happen, but with the change of strategic focus, he somewhat ignored the ideas of those nobles.

In the memory of the past life, the dragon's power was said, and similar ideas were placed on the Caladimus Continent.

With the Valoran Territory defeating the Shrine of the Lizardmen and occupying the Kingdom of Bethlik, many nobles waited for a certain moment.

They sacrificed a lot before the war, and in the end longed for their own interests to be satisfied.

Such as fiefs, rights, glory...etc.

Something that the nobles themselves and the families behind them yearn for!

It was fine at first, the fruits of victory were in their hands, and sooner or later, the lords would generously give them what they deserved.

Time seemed to flow by, and the nobles waited silently for the next time, but were extremely disappointed to find that the Lord Lord never seemed to have thought of that.

The Valoran collar is always the Valoran collar, and the suffix has not changed in the slightest.

To say that the nobles have no ideas is absolutely impossible, but to say that they have superfluous ideas...

It used to be, then disappeared.

The daggers in the shadows hang above their heads, bringing bad news to many nobles, as well as bloody lessons.

So they suppressed their inner thoughts and still maintained their due respect.

However, as the focus of Modrian and the Valoran Territory shifted, some nobles finally came up with ideas that they shouldn't have.

This is not to say that Valmodrian has lost control of the territory, but that people are unpredictable. Under the tide of the abyss, everyone's thinking is completely different.

After Shadow Stream and Ominous Blade secretly dealt with some agitators, Valoran Territory was indeed calm for a while.

Unfortunately, the tide is unstoppable.

Or the interests are moving.

The territory occupied by the Valoran Territory is too vast, and Modrian has not established a kingdom or canonized territory, which has caused dissatisfaction among many meritorious nobles and duty nobles.

Just dissatisfied.

They are the wise, and the waves of the abyss are sweeping, and no one can escape.

Compared with the power of the Valoran Territory, the power that the nobles have in their hands cannot be compared at all, especially since they have successfully set foot on the Valoran Territory's chariot, it is impossible for them to go halfway.

This goes against the will of the stakeholders.

It seems that I guessed wrong. Modrian straightened his body, the casual color dissipated, and stared at Swain with interest. Well, let's talk about it... What news made you come over in advance.

Long ago, he had contacted Swain and would hold an internal meeting three days later, when many heroes would attend.

And with the strength of the Valoran collar, one thousandth is divided,,,,...

Modrian thought about it for a while, but he should be conservative. One percent of his strength is enough to suppress the small movements of the nobles in the territory.

Before the time has come, let the nobles vent their emotions.

As for any outliers, they won't see the sun the next day.

The matter of the nobles, when I came, I had arranged for Caterina to go to Limontanlu. With the assistance of the Dale family, the matter will be dealt with quickly. Swain replied softly, and there was a hint of coldness in his deep eyes.

And this time I came early because I found something interesting...

In the conference hall, Swain's sonorous voice was like a sword unsheathed, and the sharp sharpness cut through some deep hidden things under the fog of the abyss.

Many abysses started planning half a year ago? And it still involves a certain great existence?

Listening to Swain's narration, Modrian's expression became more and more dignified, and the red light flashed from time to time in his eyes, and some of the mist that had covered his eyes in the past gradually dissipated.

In the process of the growth and rise of the Valoran leader, the shadow stream cannot be separated.

Even in the silent period, the information infiltration of Shadow Stream and Ominous Blade has already spread all over the surrounding forces.

And with the help of the seventh abyss mastered by the Valoran Territory: the channel of the abyss of original sin, they also began to collect some intelligence information in the abyss.

Every day of the month, every moment!

Countless intelligence information gathered from all directions to the immortal fortress.

Swain pulled the thread from it, discovered the conspiracy of the abyss, and estimated that in the near future, many evil gods and demon kings would have a secret move. ....

Plane War!

Snapped!

Modrian leaned back on the seat, his tall and strong body hit the back of the seat, making a dull sound.

sure?

Just after he finished speaking, Modrian shook his head and laughed. This was doubting Swain and his most important minister.

As a far-sighted planner, Swain's conspiracy is based on countless real data. There is no doubt about this. At least Valoran can have today's stable order. Swain's contribution.

This is our time!

Swain didn't seem to hear Modrian's questioning, and looked at him with burning eyes, looking a little fanatical.

opportunity?

Hearing this, Modrian looked at Swain, and saw that the Noxus commander in front of him had lost his inherent wisdom, and a strange emotion filled the atmosphere in the conference hall.

Under the chaos, we are waiting for the opportunity! Swain stretched out his left hand, crimson energy lingering.

Modrian remained silent. Of course he knew what Swain meant in his words. He silently waited for the opportunity, the opportunity that many heroes under his command waited for, and the opportunity that the nobles in the territory waited for.

Now it looks like it's close at hand.

Click!

A silent thunder suddenly sounded in the depths of consciousness, trembling the soul, an incomparably evil force ignored the layers of defenses of the main castle, swept across the conference hall, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Modrian immediately woke up, got up and looked at Swain.

He saw that Swain's demeanor was extremely dignified, and the demonic power lingering on his left hand seemed to be inexplicably agitated, and the red fireworks were brilliant, setting off Swain's uncertain figure.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The candles flicker, the lights rippling.

The figures of Modrian and Swain disappeared in the conference hall at the same time.