League of Legends Invades Another World

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The dim and dim magic lights hang down the exquisite room, shining on the surface of the blue and white bottle vessel, reflecting a picture of mountains, birds and streams, with a strong and elegant artistic atmosphere.

At this moment, Modrian sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed with finely carved patterns, his eyes were closed, the scarlet breathing method was running, and his body fluctuated with the rhythm of the inexplicable rhythm.

The muscles under the white casual clothes expanded and contracted between breaths, and strands of red life energy permeated the room through the clothes.

Buzz!

A slight air trembling sounded, and at the same time, the bed curtains, vases, tables and chairs in the room, and the magic lamp hanging on the ceiling were trembling slightly, as if they would burst at any time, whining continuously.

Suddenly, Modrian's face was flushed, and a little dense blood penetrated the pores of his face, mixed with substantial life energy, which was a bit terrifying.

puff!

He spit out a mouthful of blood, his breathing rhythm chaotic, his undulating body swayed violently like convulsions, and the stagnant scarlet brilliance slowly dissipated.

After a quarter of an hour, all the visions disappeared, only the blood on the floor exuded a faint fishy smell.

Modrian opened his eyes, and the brown pupils seemed to be cracked with slits, and the thin blood spread to the corners of his eyes.

"Failed again... It seems that this layer of shackles can only be broken through the system." He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, put on a new set of casual clothes, and looked down at his calloused hands.

"I'm really not reconciled. The limitation of talent makes people desperate. No matter how much effort is spent, it's just in vain."

"Fairness, maybe." Modrian thought of his own system. This world is like this. Fairness is always only relative fairness.

dong dong! dong dong!

"Lord Lord." Gregory stood outside the room and knocked gently on the door.

Modrian waved casually, disposing of the pale blood on the floor, and sat behind the desk with a calm face, as if nothing had happened, browsing the secret message that Cooper handed over.

"come in."

The door opened lightly, and Gregory walked in slowly wearing a jet-black armor, his nostrils twitched, as if he could smell something, but he looked as usual and stood in front of Modrian.

"This is the list that has been cleaned up. Many of them are our partners in the fine iron trade, and some are suppliers of weapons and equipment." Gregory handed a blood-stained letter with both hands, which was densely covered with names.

After taking the bloody stationery, Modrian put it on his right hand and did not watch it carefully.

"Iron concentrate is not worrying about buyers. I warn the following, any merchants who are related to the Temple of Power are not allowed to buy concentrate iron ore and refined iron." After thinking for a while, he continued.

"As for weapons and equipment suppliers, let's choose another batch."

The system provides the first batch of equipment for the summoned soldiers for free, but as battles and wars progress, even the best quality will wear out and break.

The weapons and equipment that Fort Dvor can produce today are not enough to fully supply the attrition of the soldiers of the Noxian Empire.

As it should be, Modrian will also look for some weapons and equipment merchants to provide certain equipment requirements for the different arms under his command.

"In addition, pay more attention to the flow of people in the town of Ervindale. The infiltration of forces such as the Temple of Power will not be less."

"Sorry, Lord, it's our fault this time." Gregory said with a slight bow.

"No, don't blame yourself." Modrian said in a deep voice, with an inexplicable look in his eyes. "It's a lesson and a growth."

"Recently, the days are too comfortable, and some hidden enemies can't help but stretch out their probing minions. I just took this opportunity to clean up the town of Ervindale."

"I'm going to Edalas City tomorrow, maybe there will be an accident, maybe it will go smoothly, but in the back... I will let Shadow Stream cooperate with you."

"The dark tide of the kingdom has surged, and the flag of the red-bottomed double-edged axe will once again fly above the sky."

A year ago, the inexplicable baron from the capital gave the current Modrian a hunch that this time...maybe...there will be a real dark tide, and he will inevitably be involved in it! .

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When the early morning sun shone again, Modrian changed his normal behavior and had already put on his armor. The Noxus Scarlet cavalry stood in line in the wide yard, and a chilling atmosphere shrouded the garrison mansion.

"Is the message confirmed?"

"It has been confirmed that the Lord of Shadow Streams is waiting at the destination." Cooper Adolph, the first knight to follow Modrian, said with a solemn face.

The town of Iwendale was the trade center he built with all his effort, and now, in this town, there will be an assassination operation against the lord.

If it weren't for the fact that they were intercepted by the shadow streamers late last night, they would not have received any news.

I have to say that the believers of the Temple of Power are really a group of crazy guys!

In the territory of a noble, he dared to plan an assassination operation against the nobles of the territory, and it was so decisive and so fast.

"Then let's start." Modrian said indifferently.

Temple of Power, Nancy Peters, huh, don't you care about the Valoran Territory so much?

Or are you sure that I can't get out of the town of Ervindale! ?

Knight Commander, or Legendary?

Gollum! Gollum!

Gragas walked in through the gate on the left side of the yard, drinking the wine, and the wine barrel in his hand was filled with the rich aroma of ale.

"Hiccup.......Lord, what is this for?"

"A 'show' is about to start, welcome us to re-enter the field of vision in the northern part of the kingdom." Modrian put on his black visor, and his calm eyes showed cold killing intent.

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Renwall Street, the most prosperous trading street in the town of Irvingale, is named after the Renwall Mountains, implying that the prosperity and rise of the street is inseparable from the contribution made by the Renwall Mountains.

At the same time, it is also the main road leaving the town of Iwendale, and the buildings on both sides are mostly dazzling shops and dense crowds.

Yesterday's clean-up operation slightly affected the business of Renwall Street, but the wandering merchants filled the bleak trade, which also shows that the economic and trade of the town of Irvingale is now on the right track, and some unrelated things will not have much impact. .

"Your Majesty, there is news from the sentinel that Baron Modrian has left the garrison's mansion and is heading here." The temple warrior in gray-white armor knelt in front of Nancy. The exquisite workmanship was engraved on the surface of the armor, surrounding In between, as if clenched fists facing the sky.

Hearing this, Nancy Peters looked away from the streets of Renwall and looked down at the temple warriors slightly.

"The Valoran Territory will definitely become the favored land of the gods, and the temple will remember everyone's name! Make arrangements and prepare to start this operation!"

"Yes!" The temple warrior said with a frenzied look on his face, and then left with firm steps.

"Father is watching us, and the blasphemers will usher in destruction." Nancy Peters watched the soldiers leave with a calm expression, and there was golden light surging in the depths of her eyes.

"Even nobles are no exception!"

"The Council of Nobility is nothing but an alliance of hypocrites, and will remain silent under the glory of the Father!"

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