League of Legends Invades Another World Chapter 702

The candlelight flickered.

In the deep and dim passage, a quiet atmosphere permeated.

Frost Whisperer Ogster heard Vladimir's words and involuntarily shuddered, recalling the horror of the handsome young man in front of him, and hurriedly bowed and said.

"Sorry, Lord Vladimir, it was me who made a mistake."

The eager and humble tone did not reveal the pride that a high-level legend should have.

Petrick, the Lord of Purgatory Flame, who was half behind, looked at Ogster's humble posture in front of him, and didn't look down on him in his heart.

They have lowered their heads in the face of life.

Now I just want to take Valoran to lead this huge ship through the waves and ride through this chaotic and orderly war storm.

But compared to Vladimir, Petrik missed Galen's guarding of Chiyan City in particular, and at least they didn't have to worry that they would become experimental subjects of blood witchcraft.

demon? Devil?

During this time with Vladimir, whether Ogster or Petrik, they felt that the heinous demon lords they had seen before were nothing.

Scarlet Reaper, this is the name they accidentally said from the conversation between Modrian and Vladimir.

A devil desperately eager for blood!

Although under the strong pressure of Modrian's warning, Vladimir could not study the blood of mortals as much as he could, but in order to extend his life beyond the laws of nature, and control the body and mind of his intelligent creatures as he pleased.

Vladimir targeted the blood witchcraft experiment at some intelligent beings, as well as many demons and demons active in the bottomless abyss.

Shaping flesh and blood!

Abnormal blood!

Once the extraordinary skills in Valoran Continent reappeared, Vladimir conducted blood witchcraft experiments in the Chiyan City in the Abyss of Original Sin.

In the laboratory covered with red lines, Vladimir has purified the blood types of thousands of different intelligent creatures. A lot of fresh blood power was broken down, and he even saw a further opportunity.

Hush!

Vladimir put a white finger in front of his blood-colored lips, and whispered to Ogst, "Then keep quiet!"

He glanced at Petrik with indifferent eyes, and he continued to walk in the passage with precise steps.

"Let's go!"

Petrick thought of the sight that Vladimir had just looked at, and his heart was full of haze.

High-level legend?

In Chiyan City, in the laboratory with endless blood flowing, legendary corpses can be seen everywhere, and he even saw with his own eyes a blood clan who had ignited a sacred fire hanging upside down above the rune circle in the center of the laboratory.

"I hope that this time the great Lord Modrian will no longer send us to Chiyan City. No matter where we go, it is better than staying next to Vladimir."

Petrick and Ogst looked at each other faintly, and then moved to keep up with Vladimir's.

Click! Click! Click!

The dull sound of footsteps echoed in the gloomy passage, and one long and two short weird shadows were twisted and skewed in the candlelight.

Lanvasul Castle.

This magnificent city that once belonged to the Jeffrey family, after the development of Valoran in recent years, has long lost its former appearance.

Overlooking the city.

The gray-white flag fluttered in the wind, and the engraved golden blade pierced the sky.

The surface of the sturdy and heavy city wall is engraved with countless luminous runes; inside the deep hole like stars dotted, there are huge and ferocious steel monsters.

Looking along the wall stacks, behind the city walls stood tall towers straight into the sky.

The tower is white, with layers of light silver patterns, spreading along the stairs to the top like a nest.

The wind in the fall of autumn blew his hair, and Galen was wearing a fanatic's armor and holding the sword of sacred justice standing on the top of the central tower, his steadfast eyes fell on the sandy plain not far away.

The wind is rolling back, the gravel is flying, and the sky is dim!

The environment of the yellow sand plain in the field of vision is completely a life restricted area.

The land of yellow sand, which has very little vegetation and lacks the breath of life, has become more veritable after being ravaged by the tyrannical **** Hextor.

There are endless sand dunes, and endless sand and gravel, with the wind sweeping across any place.

These seemingly small gravels have long been eroded by the remaining abyssal aura and become deadly knives. People who contact them either die or are injured, especially for mortals, they are completely deadly.

In just the past six months, this plain like a yellow sea has become a gathering place for countless abyssal demons. From time to time, brutal abyss monsters rushed out of the yellow sand plains and attacked towns and villages in the eastern region of Valoran.

But soon, the abnormal changes in the Yellow Sand Plain attracted the attention of Valoran, and it quickly became a training ground for the Demacia Legion.

Every day, a large number of Demacia soldiers will go deep into the Yellow Sand Plain under the leadership of the officers to deal with the monsters in the abyss while collecting some magic cores.

"Shadow stream? Lord Lord, do you have anything to tell?" Galen retracted his gaze and looked at the shadow on his side, his dull voice was like a lion.

The answer to Galen was a black glow, which passed over the cold autumn wind and fell in front of him.

Black letterhead!

Galen lowered his eyes, noticed the slightly unfamiliar postmark on the letterhead, his expression was a little confused, and then he immediately opened the letterhead.

"Notify Bobby and Fiona and return to Lanvasul Castle immediately!"

After a while, a deep voice echoed on the top of the white tower.

"Yes, Lord Galen!"

At the top of the tower, the heavy armored Demacia Light Guard immediately bowed and replied, and quickly walked downstairs.

"Has it started?"

The blazing white energy burned out the black letter paper in his hand, and Galen looked back to the southwest. His deep and secluded eyes seemed to have crossed the distance in space, reflecting a majestic city.

Limon tanlu.

The capital of the old times has become one of the most prosperous cities in Valoran.

Across the towering city walls, the noisy and prosperous atmosphere pavement, and shops are lined up on both sides of the street.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd, like a tide, moved along the street; the magic lights on the side of the road were dazzling, and everything looked illusory and true.

The bustling scene in front of you seemed to be returning to the prosperity of the past.

But the wandering merchants who traveled north and south knew that the place outside Valoran's collar was living in a purgatory life. Even though the abyssal demons had disappeared a lot recently, the darkness of the human heart had long been eroded, and chaos still haunted the continent of Kalademos.

Noble area, the residence of the Dal family.

This seemingly ordinary building with a bit of luxurious decoration, there are people waiting at the door every day, some people are paying attention, and some people are eager to be appreciated.

In the recent war of the Besilik Kingdom, many lucky guys became new nobles because of the noble promotion decree issued by Modrian.

Even if the number of nobles in the Valoran collar increased, it would not affect the status of the Dale family in the slightest.

In the private words of the nobles, Lord Lord is far away in the western jungle, and the Dal family has become the most powerful noble in the eastern region today.

In the depths of the mansion, inside the study room lit up with magic lights.

The two most prominent members of the Dal family are sitting opposite each other.

"My father, did you receive the letter from Shadow Stream?"

Horace sat in a corner of the study, looking calmly at the Marquis Gardner in front of him.

As one of Modrian's only followers, Horace's current status is no less than that of the Dal family, and even the reputation of [Fire Spear] is far better than the Dal family in the eyes of some new nobles.

All because of the unique identity of Horace Lindbergh Dahler.

In addition to being a follower of Modrian, he was also the first heir to the Dal family. The superimposed relationship between the two has created Horace's special status.

As the master of the study, the Marquis Gardner leaned back on his seat, and looked at his eldest son with satisfaction and whispered, "It seems that our lord has made up his mind."

"Is it because of the contradictions of the nobles? Or..." Recalling the recent accidents in the territory and the almost terrifying rumors of blasphemy, the Marquis Gardner felt a trace of undercurrent.

"Aristocratic contradiction?"

Horace raised his brows lightly and directly interrupted Marquis Gardner's next words.

"Father, do you think Lord Modrian cares about the movements made by those nobles?"

"Um... it's also possible. Perhaps the smell of power has greatly expanded their ambitions, thinking that Valoran is an old force that the nobles can influence and influence?"

Hearing Horace's words, the Marquis Gardner straightened slightly with a solemn expression.

The intelligence personnel of the Dal family have also collected some crazy information recently, but compared with Horace, the identity of the followers and the information that they can access, after all, there is a gap.

"Blaming Master Modrian's decision?"

Horace looked cold, remembering some of the chaos that had recently emerged in the territory: "The easy and comfortable life makes them forget the most important things."

"Who brought them such a life?"

"It's Lord Modrian and Valoran collar!"

The light flickered, reflecting on Horace's white face. He seemed to want to say something, but he thought of some rumors, pointed to the sky, and said, "Get out soon, my father."

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As the level of contact becomes higher, the more they can feel the gulf between themselves and the gods, especially the vision of the sky a few days ago, they are deeply afraid.

Yes, with the rise of Valoran collar, the Dal family came into contact with many previously inaccessible levels, but the more so, they felt more and more small and different from Lord Modrian.

As for the small actions of the nobles in the territory, they certainly know that, after all, Dal's status and strength are there.

It's just that Modrian kept silent all the time, so they couldn't make any move, they could only keep silent and let the nobles make mischief.

"Horace."

The Marquis Gardner got up and stared at the eldest son in front of him. The bright yellow light reflected his figure in Horace's pupils: "The Daller family will always follow the steps of the lord!"

Order and chaos are about to be intertwined, and no one can see their own destiny, but the Dal family has at least a glimmer of hope.

Chapter end

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