League of Legends Invades Another World Chapter 90

　　Dug Fort Worth, in the conference hall.

　　 Delaeus stood alone in front of a slightly large sand table, and his deep black eyes reflected every place on the sand table.

　　 The exquisite and small Fort Divau stands in the center of the sand table. After crossing a narrow plain in the south, the town of Irvingdale is surrounded by many vivid mountains and forests.

　　 After having enough war masons, these landforms are as if they have been found in person, and they are all in the details, and small scarlet flags are planted in every noteworthy place.

　　 sonorous! Clang!

　　 The sound of armor collision sounded outside the conference hall, but after a while, Worthman, wearing gray-black heavy armor, appeared, with a bright red floating behind him.

　　 "General, the scout found an organized sentry squad in the town area of Irvingdale, guessing that there is a gathering of enemies." Worsman said in a deep voice, and a gleam of excitement and long-lost war hunger flashed through his drooping eyes.

　　 "Is there any arrangements on Klan's side?" Dreyus sat quietly in the main seat, his calm eyes never leaving the sand table.

　　 It is undeniable that as an old man who followed Modrian at the beginning, especially after becoming the chief steward of Fort Divau, Crane's status became more and more prominent, and even Dreyus should pay attention to it.

　　 "The war stonemason has been arranged to set off. If nothing else, there will be news before the evening." Worsman replied.

　　 Within the huge base of the Noxian Empire, the War Mason is one of the elite arms that are very close to the soldiers of the Cifali Legion.

　　 Silence spread, and the invisible aura of majesty permeated the discussion hall. Worsman stood still, he knew that this was the general thinking about things.

　　 Cifali Legion, the most elite, best, and most powerful Noxian Empire Commanded by Dreyus himself, these soldiers have been familiar with the temperament of their generals for decades of companionship.

　　 "Tell Gregory to lead 12 Scarlet Cavalry, 58 Expeditionary Cavalry, and 200 Imperial Cavalry to the town of Irvingdale." Dreyus said in an unquestionable order, his calm tone with a hint of coldness.

　　 "Let Cooper cooperate, but if there is an abnormal situation in the town of Irvingdale, it is allowed to kill on the spot."

　　 "Yes, General!" Worsman put his right hand on the dent in the gray-black heavy armor on his chest, which is the three elements that represent Cui Fali's power, and then turned firmly and left.

　　 The sun is falling to the west, and the twilight is floating and sinking, like mud and sand in a turbid current, with distinct layers, but with a hint of blackness and silence.

　　 On the towering city wall, the lights are shining, Dreyus stands at the forefront, and the dark and hideous armor is reflected on the bluestone ground, like a sleeping lion, slowly waking up.

　　It is Sion who is half-length behind Dreyus. He is no longer a frightening weapon of war after he has regained his sense of reason, but his inexplicable aloofness makes him look even more terrifying.

　　 Once the killing monster, now the undead **** of war.

　　 Then there are Crane and Worthman, a war mason in charge, an elite team of engineers, soldiers, and scouts.

　　The other one is the ten captain of the Cifali Legionnaire, the most powerful battle group in Fort Divau.

　　Looking closely, you can find that the current Fort Divre is in the style of the Noxian Empire, and Bobby and Jie have been taken away by Modrian, including the Shadow Streamers.

　　 and the rest is entirely the power composition of the Noxian Empire.

　　 "Let's get started, clean out all those who shouldn't exist, and the war will not let any of the initiators."

　　 Delaeus looked at the endless Lenwall Mountains in his vision, and a little redness gradually appeared in the lion-like pupils, which was the desire for war.

　　 From the moment he saw the war, he knew that he was a man born for war, just like his younger brother, a lunatic born for pure killing.

　　 Oh, maybe it should be said the other way around, but the two are very similar.

　　 The pleasure of pursuing killing, the feeling of pursuing conquest and killing.

　　 "Yes, General." After Vosman heard the order, he immediately turned and walked down the city wall.

　　 At this moment, countless soldiers of the Noxian Empire stood silently outside Fort Div. The red horses straddling them were extremely quiet in the atmosphere of war.

　　 sonorous! Clang!

　　 The sound of armor collision sounded in the twilight, and Worthman's tall figure emerged, then swiftly mounted the war horse, and rode away.

　　 Behind him, the soldiers of the Cifali Legion followed, and then the Noxian Expeditionary Cavalry in heavy black armor rushed out of the array, followed Worthman, and gradually disappeared into the sky.

　　 "Sion!" Dreyus turned his body, looked at the huge burly figure on the left, and said softly.

　　 "I hope to see the heroic figure of the **** vanguard again, making the name of the Noxian Empire a nightmare for the enemy."

　　 "Of course!" Saien lowered his head slightly, and the scarlet cloth wrapped around the metal dagger danced with the night wind, unable to conceal the excitement in the huge pupils.

　　 After this time of getting along, Sion paid tribute to the new Hand of Noxus, not only for his strength, but also for Dreyus' charm.

From his point of view, Dreyus is hundreds and thousands of times better than his, the former Hand of Noxus. Now, he is willing to be led by this new symbol of power in the Noxian Empire. , Even if there is death **** ahead, he will lead the **** vanguard group and launch a death charge without hesitation.

Dreyus looked at the respectful Sion in front of him~www.mtlnovel.com~ He felt a little loose. During the war of the Noxian Empire, he had seen the killing feat of this war machine more than once. It was completely enemy and me. Indiscriminate madness.

　　 And now, this madness is gone. What is left is the wisdom and the wisdom of the former general. He is more optimistic about the current situation.

　　 "Kran, I still trouble you to guard Fort Divau this time, but please believe me, the enemy will not be within the range of Fort Div." Dreyus turned his head and said to Cran, who was wearing a robe.

　　 "Of course, I believe the general, the victory will definitely belong to Noxus, I look forward to hearing the good news from you." Crane bowed and said, smiling across his face.

　　 In the twilight, the bright red flag was flying, and the mark like a double-edged axe faintly pierced the sky, bringing a bit of sharp chill.

　　 A series of dark figures followed Dreyus and disappeared into the blue mountain road. For Dreyus, offense is always the best defense.

　　Wolves are always hungry and thirsty to kill, and killing is the way to end the war.

　　 Now, with sharp fangs, thirsty for blood.

　　 Coming to the shadow world again, Modrian was not as resistant as he imagined, but with a touch of ease, at least much better than facing those hypocritical nobles.

　　 And he believed in Dreyus, and Dreyus never let him down.

　　All the staff continued to move forward.

In the depths of the Lunwall Mountains, the pace of the spring season seems to be unable to reach here, the extreme cold temperature remains unchanged, and the white mist breathing between the mouth and nose is the tiny droplets of water formed when the heat meets the cold.

　　 But there are no weak members in the entourage. Everyone can withstand the cold here. As the pace of advance accelerates, they can already see the traces of the Noxian soldiers.

Chapter end

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