League of Legends Invades Another World Chapter 701

"The side fires!"

The order was issued and the red flag waved.

White waves were rising one after another, and there were noises from the warships in the offshore area.

The many gunners who had been waiting for a long time quickly turned the big steel guy in front of him, the rough base rubbed the steel and made a harsh and sharp sound, and the deep muzzle aimed at the distant turbulent wave to the crimson wave.

Then a dull roar sounded, and the huge gunpowder around the ship's side was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the huge turrets resembled hungry and thirsty beasts, roaring heavily.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

In an instant, the artillery roared!

The scorching flames bloomed on the side of the warship, and steel cannonballs engulfed the terrifying temperature, distorted the air, and crashed into the crimson wave.

boom! boom! boom!

The crimson wave surging under the current stagnated so momentarily.

The huge waves leaped high, mixed with colorful and weird blood, spraying wantonly.

Not long after, the densely packed abyssal sea monster corpses, floating on the sea level, are like discarded garbage, rising and falling with the waves.

In the endless roar, countless cannonballs are pouring like torrential rain, bombarding the crimson sea tide.

But for the irrational abyss sea monsters, these are not enough to make them retreat, the turbulent crimson wave kept the rhythm it should have, and the waves moved forward.

"Fill the cannonballs!"

"Cool the turret!"

There were shouts from the armor-covered warship. The seemingly chaotic situation, but maintaining the proper order, a powerful pirate quickly lifted the bucket, poured the sea water, and cooled the hot turret.

Then there was a companion holding a heavy cannonball, and filled the next cannonball with gleaming runes towards the muzzle of Shenyou.

"Pooh!"

The pirate leader in armor spit out, sniffing the strong smell of gunpowder around him, looking savagely at the approaching red sea tide.

Ordinary artillery shells can only cause pain for these abyssal sea monsters. Only intensive bombing similar to the previous one can cause enough death.

"Hey, maybe we have to waste a lot of ammunition before we change it." The pirate chief looked down at the filled fort, a terrible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Try these new guys, Hex Cannonball!"

"Fire me!"

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

Inside the pitch-black turret, precision gears rubbed violently, and the runes engraved on the surface of the shells were like ice cream on the surface of the shells, melting rapidly, and the water penetrated into the shells.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The side gun turret roared again, and the deep muzzle instantly glowed with blue light, illuminating the hull stained with black gunpowder, illuminating the rough faces of the pirates, and illuminating the huge black hull.

The next moment!

The hull shook, the white waves swayed and danced, and the bright and thick blue rays directly crossed the distance of the space, and rushed into the red wave.

In the field of vision, the crimson wave evaporates, and the gray water vapor permeates.

The abyssal sea monsters hidden under the sea level were exposed one after another, scales, flesh and blood, and bones, all defenses were like fragile paper, which could not withstand the bombardment of blue light at all, and they all melted away.

From a distance, the surging crimson wave was contained.

And at a speed visible to the naked eye, the red color itself is faded, leaving the sea level reflecting the mottled color.

"Uninteresting trick!"

Planck retracted his sight, and the outcome of the distant battlefield was doomed. The abyssal sea monsters that had been baptized by countless shells covered the offshore area, and the creeping flesh and blood corpses looked a bit disgusting.

He was a little curious in his heart. Why did many deep-sea forces retreat in the abyss attack?

These killing monsters active in the bottomless abyss can not cause any trouble to the pirates under his command, and even the intense training is not even considered.

"The guys dominated by the gods have no future!"

Planck turned his head and patted the shoulder of the Noxian naval officer beside him, and said softly: "I will leave the finishing touches to you. Don't let go of the good materials."

After speaking, Planck left the deck at a relaxed pace and returned to the captain's room.

As soon as he entered the room, he noticed something strange, with a cold vision surrounding the room, the wooden chairs placed on both sides, the crimson carpet, his own desk...

"Huh?" Planck's expression moved, and he saw a black letter paper lying quietly on his desk.

Very unfamiliar postmark, but with a sense of familiarity.

A golden huge sword stood behind the shield, and the white wings on both sides stretched out, as if hugging something.

If it wasn't that the shadow of the stream remained on the edge of the letter paper, he thought someone had intruded into the room.

Planck stepped over the wooden table, under the seat behind him, picked up the letter paper on the table and opened it, the contents of which made his brows waver.

"Has it started?"

The door of sorrow.

The northern portal of Valoran collar.

This is a military fortress built on a cliff on the mountainside.

Looking down from a high altitude, the mountain range where the Gate of Sorrow is located can be regarded as the spreading tail of the Renwall Mountains. Except for the only mountain road before the game, the other directions are huge mountains covered with snow all year round.

The icy weather and difficult roads have become a natural barrier to the door of grief, and they are enough to crush any idea of the legion's advancement.

Although a few years ago, the battle with the plague-abominable **** Grilas destroyed most of the buildings in the Gate of Sorrow, but after Ashe took over the fortress, the Avarosa soldiers under his command re-forged new defensive measures.

A bitter cold wind blew across the solid city walls, and a few strands of snowflakes rose and fell slowly.

Wearing a heavy blue cloak, Ashe patrolled along the snow-covered city wall. Every Avarossa soldier encountered would pay high respect to this war mother.

Perhaps it is because he hates the extreme cold weather, the Gate of Grief is rarely attacked by the Devil of the Abyss.

Occasionally there were sporadic attacks, and the number would not be too much. Before they could get close to the fortress, they would have died under the arrows of the Avarossa archer.

Back to the main castle, as soon as the door was opened, a warm hot wind hit, dispelling the cold.

Ashe stopped and looked at the shadow corner with cold eyes, there was a shadow streamer waiting silently, holding a black letter paper in his hand.

"Hand over the affairs in your hand and immediately return to the immortal fortress."

After reading the content of the letterhead, Ashe sighed softly, and a faint smile appeared on Bai Bi's flawless face: "Notice Sejuani, and...sir Volibear, we have something to do."

"Yes!"

The guard at the door led the way, facing the falling wind and snow, rushing to the outside of the fortress with agility.

Deep in the Renwall Mountains, once the center of Valoran collar.

Fort Lakstark.

Although Modrian's decision made Lakstark fortress lose its important position in the past, the fortress still maintains a heavy and solemn architectural style, and the merchants who come and go have their heartfelt respect for this fortress.

Compared with ordinary leaders, merchants have been traveling north and south all the year round, and they have already seen what can be called purgatory outside.

The raging abyss demon, the exploiting noble master, the violent guard soldier, the dark side of intelligent creatures are completely exposed, and the remaining human beings are in dire straits.

The peaceful and peaceful scenes in Valoran's collar are particularly rare to the outside world, just like a paradise.

At the bottom of the fortress, there was a passage of candlelights, and there was a faint spatial fluctuation, which was the abyss passage to the seventh abyss: the abyss of original sin.

The transparent ripple-like picture showed several ripples, and the scarlet energy mixed with the sulphur atmosphere filled the passage.

Buzzing! Buzzing!

The space fluctuates and the screen flickers.

A handsome young man wearing a crimson robe with long red hair and deep eyes appeared in the grasping passage. Apart from red, there was almost no other color on his body.

Waiting for a moment, two familiar figures appeared again behind the red-haired young man.

The Lord of Purgatory Flame, Petrik, an evil red dragon from the Tenth Abyss: Red Lotus Abyss, was captured by Modrian in an abyss attack a few years ago.

Frost Whisperer Ogster, the legendary dragon lich who had troubled the kingdom of Stoke, also became a follower of Modrian a few years ago.

However, considering the identities of the two of them, Modrian arranged for them to stay in the passage of the abyss of original sin with other considerations in his heart.

"Master Vladimir, is there anything going on returning to the immortal fortress this time?" Frost Whisperer Ogster lowered his eyes and asked softly.

"Huh?" Vladimir stopped, tilted his head, and looked at the dragon lich behind him with interest.

"Ogst, are you so curious?"

Chapter end

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