League of Legends Invades Another World

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The drizzle, like a veil made of silk, fell from the cloudy sky. The fall was a little soft, but in the cold weather, it chopped the muddy land like a knife.

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The rapid sound of horse hooves came from the rain curtain, and the silhouettes wrapped in cloaks, like beasts that broke through the cage, wantonly crisscrossed the bead curtain in the rain, smashing some raindrops.

Stop advancing! Darius, who was riding a chain mail horse, gestured with his right hand.

After hearing the order, the team galloping in the rain curtain stopped abruptly. There was no accident in the skilled and superb riding. Occasionally, the horses neighed, which was enduring the falling cold raindrops.

Lord Modrian, there is a situation ahead! The cold eyes ripped apart the rain curtain like a sharp blade, and Darius' low voice sounded.

Hearing this, Modrian lifted his cloak and looked up at the continuous rain curtain. It was faintly visible that there was red rainwater flowing not far away.

Ride a gun, get ready!

Clang!

With clean and neat movements, the sharp lance pierced through the rain curtain, revealing a cold, cold light. Under the visor were the indifferent eyes of everyone, and the pervading murderous aura was faintly stagnant in the drizzle.

Darius rode to Modrian's side on horseback, a figure like a tiger stood tall, and a scarlet light appeared in his half-closed eyes, which became deeper and deeper.

The rain was pattering, and a three-person cavalry team for reconnaissance appeared quietly, and then one of them rushed towards Modrian's cavalry team and stopped outside the warning range.

Mr. Modrian, Lord Benny greets you! the scout cavalry shouted loudly, and the rain interfered with the transmission of the voice.

Benny Izzy?

Modrian raised his brows. He didn't seem to expect to hear the name of the Edalas City garrison here, so the identity of the other party was obvious.

He waved his hand to signal the team to move forward. The distance was not far away, and a battle that had just ended was vaguely seen. The blood was stained with red rain, flowing like a sea of ​​blood, and dozens of rigid and broken corpses were buried in the muddy ground.

Say hello to Uncle Benny for me, thank you for his help! Modrian noticed that something was unusual. It seemed that someone was ambushing him, and then said to the scout cavalry not far away.

Lord Benny just doesn't allow Master Modrian to be attacked within the range of Edalas City. The scout cavalry stepped forward and handed out a sealed box.

This is a gift from Lord Benny to Master Modrian. I hope you have a smooth journey to the town of Ervindale!

Modrian stopped Cooper, who was about to ride forward, and went over in person. As a noble young master, he needed to do his due manners and etiquette.

[Ding...... Find the energy source, do you allow the system to decompose? 】

The icy system prompt sounded, and Modrian hid his excitement and urgency, and said gratefully: Thank you Uncle Benny for the gift. If he has time in the future, I will definitely visit in person.

Okay, Master Modrian, I will bring a message to Lord Benny! said the scout cavalry respectfully. Lord Benny said a word to you, don't underestimate the influence of the Jeffrey family in the northern part of the kingdom!

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and scattered rainwater splashed. After the scout cavalry finished speaking, they immediately turned around and left, disappearing into the foggy rain screen.

The Jeffreys?

Looking at the distant cavalry figure and the blood-red battlefield in front of him, Modrian had no doubts. In the northern part of the kingdom, no one except Benny would care about his existence, oh, and his brother. I am very concerned about his whereabouts.

And now, after hearing Benny's warning, Modrian had to start to re-examine, as a behemoth in the northern part of the Stoke Kingdom, the Geoffrey family known as the [Grand Duke of the North].

There have been rumors that the words of the Geoffreys in the northern part of the kingdom sometimes have more power than the words of the royal family.

Even though the old king of the Stoke Kingdom still firmly suppresses several dukes in the kingdom, in the northern region, no one dares to underestimate the Jeffrey family.

One of the deterrents is the existence of the Ironthorn Legion, an ace of slaughter and blood.

What's more, in the face of the bloody facts, Modrian admitted that he still underestimated the influence of the Jeffrey family in the Sorrow's Gate area.

The Gate of Sorrows, where is the war bulwark under the absolute control of the Stoke royal family, the radiation range includes the surrounding areas and cities, and the town of Ervindale is also within it.

Dispersing these thoughts, Modrian glanced at Darius beside him, and smiled, the soldiers came to block, the water came to cover, he did not believe that the Jeffrey family would pay all attention to him.

As for the energy that his brother could mobilize, Modrian believed that Darius would show those people the truly unstoppable force.

Looking down at the sealed box in his hand, there may be more unexpected situations.

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The night was drowsy, and the cold breeze was mixed with fine sprinkles, scattering countless small water spots, blindly pouring down the sparsely shadowed town of Irvingale, and the wet blue streets.

Under the bad and changeable northern weather, most of the townspeople chose to stay in their houses, and even those who lived in the north all year round could not stand the cold wind mixed with the drizzle.

The red and black flags fluttered in the wind in front of the tavern door, disturbing the rain, and the thick oak door firmly resisted the cold

Outside, let the cold wind howl.

Inside the tavern, the red stove was burning, dispelling the cold, and baking the clean and tidy hall. There were a lot of guests. They were either merchants stranded in the town of Iwendale, or mercenaries exploring the Renwall Mountains.

Hey, old John, why is your wild boar chop rice so little now? Are you cutting corners again? The old man in front of the bar pointed to the food on the wooden plate and said loudly.

Old Jack, you'd better pay the money honestly, and don't try to default on your debt again! The owner of the tavern, John Andy, said without looking up, wiping the wooden wine glass with a rag in his hand.

Hey, hey, old John, what are you talking about? I'm a regular customer anyway, so why would I miss out on my meal? Old Jack patted the bar with his right hand and said.

The crowd roared with laughter, and it was obvious that it was not too big of a problem, and they were watching the two old guys arguing with interest.

boom!

Old John put the scrubbed wooden wine glass on the bar, and looked up at the people in the tavern. His wrinkled face was covered with fine scars carved by the cold winter. It was a weather-beaten mark and a memory left by time.

It's time to eat, drink, don't talk nonsense, the current business is not easy to do!

The chaotic noise came to an abrupt end, and everyone sitting in the tavern was the old fritters who had been in the town of Irvingdale all the year round.

Crunch!

The heavy oak door was pushed open, the cold wind blew away the awkward atmosphere, and the chattering people turned their attention to the two figures in front of the door.

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