League of Legends Invades Another World Chapter 295

　　 Modrian stared at the noisy refugees, his extraordinary eyes could easily see the madness in those people's eyes, and at the same time saw some rushing people.

　　 Even if the clothes are similar, the complexion can't deceive people, which is different from the crazy and resentful complexion of those real refugees.

　　 "How much of Valoran's collars are occupied by the refugees gathered here?" Modrian asked softly, with different emotions shining in his brown eyes.

　　 "More than half." Crane glanced at the lord, lowered his head, and replied in a deep voice.

　　 "Half!" Modrian repeatedly murmured, gazing over the crazy refugees who had gathered over a thousand people, then turned his head to look at the location of Lakstark Fortress, and waved his hand coldly.

"let's start!"

　　If he changes to the usual situation, he may show kindness, consider dispersing everyone at the foot of the mountain, and then screen and capture the mastermind behind it one by one.

　　 Only now is different, Valoran collar is destined to become the center of sight in this kingdom turmoil, so why not add some blood to this upcoming lively scene, so that the many forces that are playing conspiracy are more sober.

　　 Snap it!

　　 Crimson fireworks bloomed over Fort Divau, turning into a red-bottomed axe-blade banner, condensed in the sky for a long time.

In the camp at the foot of the mountain, after seeing the fireworks in the sky, these resentful refugees were slightly stunned, and then turned into the previous state, noisy and noisy, wanting to enter the city halfway down the mountain, where they will provide what they dream of.

　　咚咚! Boom!

　　 The neat and consistent footsteps came from the mountain road, like a majestic and mighty piano music, which drew everyone's heartstrings, but for the hidden spy who wanted to hide, it turned into a torturous urge to life.

　　 It wasn't just the mountain peaks that heard movement, there were faint soldiers wearing silver armor in all directions.

　　 These are Demacia soldiers stationed at Fort Divau. The number is small, only 700 people, but it is quite easy to destroy the group of refugees who have no power to restrain the chickens.

When the enemy appeared in front of them, the Demacia soldiers didn't care about the others. As a battle-tested military force in the Demacia Empire, they had been fighting against the Noxian Empire all their lives. Kindness and compassion did not exist, even these people. It looks so weak.

　　 With a vigorous step, the Demacia soldier holding a silver shield, waved the sharp blade in his hand, and brought up a large swath of blood.

　　 Killing is on!

　　 or rather a slaughter, because the Demacian soldiers completely surrounded all the refugees who had gathered, leaving no gaps in escape.

The strong smell of blood awakened the fear of these refugees who were once dominated by the Jackal soldiers, crying, begging for mercy, sadness, and wishing to pray that the private soldiers who clearly belonged to the nobles in front of them would let them go. How pitiful they looked, but they had forgotten themselves. Face.

　　 Before the **** death, life is different, but the purpose is the same and longing to survive.

　　 It is a pity that the killing actions of the Demacia soldiers did not stop at all, on the contrary, they were quicker. A group of refugees who had long lost resistance could not afford the real battle they wanted in their hearts.

　　 "boring!"

　　 Modrian shook his head slightly. The killing at the foot of the mountain was a bit unexpected. No hidden forces jumped out to stop him at this moment. In vain, he also brought the Sword Captain Tiana Crown Guard and the Fearless Vanguard Corps soldiers.

　　 "Kelan, I'll give you the rest." Modrian smelled the **** smell coming over, showing an expression of intoxication, then patted Crane on the shoulder and ordered.

　　 "Then let's go back."

　　 Modrian looked at Tiana on his side, as cold and serious as usual. Could it be said that the defending family is like this?

　　 Abandoning the boring thoughts in his mind, he returned to Nox Stola embedded in the mountain, praying that the action of Lakstark fortress was not over yet, he was looking forward to Swain's strength.

　　 Lakstark Fortress, nearby dark jungle.

　　 Several crows stood on the bare branches, making hoarse calls, and their scarlet eyes quietly stared at the crowded figures in black cloaks.

　　 When the faint mist covered the sky, the group of hidden persons who peeped into the fort could not control their breath, because a strange and terrifying breath suddenly appeared in their mental perception.

　　 "Damn it, go away!!!"

　　 hiss!

　　The leading black figure took out a spell scroll from the cloak and shredded it directly. Waves of space emerged in front of him, forming a black-red portal, with mysterious and strange patterns engraved on the edge of the illusory door.

　　 The other concealers immediately ran toward the portal without ordering them, and their swift actions were comparable to some low- and middle-level assassins.

　　 But unfortunately, their actions were still too late.

　　The crow on the branch suddenly flapped its wings and soared, like an arrow leaving the string, crashing into the black-red portal that had just been formed.

　　 A weird thing happened. This portal, which represented the hope of the hidden, turned into a bubble, and the smoke disappeared, as if there was a tyrannical force to directly cut off the location of the portal and the condensed magical energy.

　　 "Array!"

　　 The retreat has been broken, and the black shadows headed by them are very decisive. When the hope disappears, they form a circular protective array back to back to face the coming enemy.

The rising wind and waves dissipated a faint mist, Swain was suspended in the air, gently tightening the simple coat that was draped outside, looking down at these poor guys with a flat expression, they didn't even know that they had come near Lakstark fortress. Later, he was watched by ravenous crows scattered around.

"Under the crown, we don't know that this is your place, otherwise we will definitely not offend you~www.mtlnovel.com~ The black shadow headed by lifted up the black cloak, revealing the old mage holding the purple-black staff, look Its mental fluctuation is actually a high-level spellcaster.

　　 "Please give us a chance, maybe you are the same as what we are looking for."

"Dark blasphemy priest?" Swain fell from the air, his black cane hit the ground, he smelled a similar smell, like a demon in his body, like an abyss channel sealed by Gana in Lakstark fortress .

　　 "Are you here for the abyss channel?"

"Yes, Mianxia, this is also the reason why Mianxia dispatched us behind us!" The old mage put himself very low, because he has already felt the unfathomable power on the opposite side, and there is a high probability that he is a legendary Mianxia. .

　　 "If you need help, I think we can help a little bit!"

　　 "Are you afraid of me?" Swain said with a chuckle, slowly extending his left hand from the hem. "Although I am very pleased, it is not like blaspheming the priest's style. After all, even the gods can't kill you who are greedy."

Hearing this, the old mage looked solemn, he could not figure out the thoughts of the person in front of him, and finally said in a low voice: "Under the crown, I know that you are a legend, but there is also a demon lord standing behind us. You have to think carefully. ."

　　 "Can you know the organization behind you? I am very interested." Swain did not answer, but looked at the old mage with interest.

　　 He likes darkness, especially the darkness that can steal the power of the gods and bring fear, and these dark blasphemy priests seem to have such power.

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