League of Legends Invades Another World

The fierce sun hangs high in the sky.

The light wind shrouded in a fiery brilliance, drenching the immortal fortress like a drizzle, and covering this majestic city with a splendid golden armor.

In the study room of the main castle, a quiet atmosphere surrounds.

Swain and Xin Zhao stood beside Modrian, looking respectful, waiting for the final decision.

Under the fate, the time cannot be lost!

The eyes and attention of the gods of order will temporarily leave the main material plane and turn to the kingdom of life floating in the astral world.

This is the long-awaited opportunity for the Valoran Territory.

Modrian's consciousness quickly returned from the League of Legends system, his eyes turned to Swain and Xin Zhao in front of him, and he crossed the white jade balcony to overlook the bustling and bustling city under his feet.

The endless crowd of people is like a rolling dragon. From the majestic city gate, it pours into the majestic and immortal fortress in all directions, and the solemn and silent atmosphere is completely broken.

Looking around, the criss-crossing streets are full of crowded heads.

They either have different looks or wear different clothes, representing their different exotic styles.

At this moment, they spoke the same language, communicated with a smile on their faces, and occasionally looked at the rough buildings inside the immortal fortress with humble eyes.

Modrian listened carefully, and the various noisy sounds, like some kind of reverberated music, melted away the austere atmosphere that permeated the immortal fortress, and injected a fresh breath into this entrenched huge city.

"Prosperity! Prosperity!"

Modrian looked at the immortal fortress so quietly, and a ripple appeared in his deep eyes.

After two years of development, Valoran Territory's achievements in all aspects have achieved initial results. Even under the current chaos of abyss invasion, the territory still maintains vigorous vitality.

The establishment of an empire is not just a verbal narrative, but more of the power displayed by the Valoran Territory at all times, making Modrian feel that it is enough to undertake the rise of a new empire.

"Um?"

Modrian's expression moved.

The world in front of him suddenly changed. In the eyes of ordinary people, the scene in the immortal fortress was very prosperous, but at this moment, it was reflected in his eyes, but it was different.

The immortal fortress with dark gray as the main tone suddenly emerges with gorgeous colors, intertwined and decorated with decorations over the city.

At the majestic city gate, the humble merchant was stooping past Noxian soldiers, a very common move.

However, in Modrian's eyes, he saw traces of the power of faith that belonged to the goddess of wealth, wrapped around the businessman's head.

Looking at the southwest corner of the immortal fortress, it is used to house the noble areas of the territory from afar.

Row upon row of rooms, like cherished commodities, lined the streets on both sides, and in the rooms of some noble guards, the golden divine power of the God of Power, like the lights of the night, attracted Modrian's attention.

Turning his eyes again, at the intersection outside the city, the lush leaves covered the black shadow.

A rough and strong man in a white mink coat followed the crowd. Compared with other secretive and hidden spies, this guy made no secret that he was a believer of the God of Winter. The azure blue badge on his chest flashed brightly. .

In addition to these, there are other colorful colors, like swaying paint, eroding the sleeping immortal fortress.

"So quick to respond?"

Modrian's eyes drooped, and the blood-red life energy circulated in the eyes, turning into mysterious and noble patterns, engraved around the pupils.

Perhaps the many heroes under his command are too powerful, causing many forces to ignore Modrian himself.

But it is true that as the lord of Valoran, his strength does not need to be too important, as long as he leads Valoran on the right path, the rest can be left to the many heroes under his command to solve.

Under such a false appearance, no one knows the true power that Modrian possesses.

Time, the word is very magical.

You can't really own time, but you can use and consume time.

The passage of time can bring growth to everyone.

This is even more true for Modrian. Every time he successfully summons a hero to the continent of Kaladimos, he can get a certain strength bonus for the hero.

Although the power gained does not change as the hero's strength increases, don't ignore the bonuses of these strengths.

With the increase of the base, the bonus of the hero's power becomes more and more terrifying, especially some heroes who are close to gods, and even the arrival of heroes who have stepped into the gods will accumulate Modrian's power to an unknown level.

"Sure enough, these guys are always paying attention to Valoran Territory in the dark, everything before is an illusion."

Modrian shook his head gently, and a playful look appeared on his white face.

Long before the black letter was issued, he had expected that the movement of Valoran Land would attract the attention of some surrounding forces.

Now it seems that even if they keep a low profile for two years, they still cannot eliminate their vigilance.

These guys have always kept the Valoran collar in high regard.

Just a few days after the black letterhead was sent out, they couldn't hold back, and many spies approached like a shadow, and rushed into the immortal fortress with the surging crowd.

Even the Temple of Wealth and the Temple of Ice and Snow, which have allies, sent spies.

In fact, these reasons, or the fundamental reasons, are that Modrian looked at the continent of Kaladimos with a modern eye, forgetting some

Insignificant, but far-reaching information.

The continent of Kaladimos is, after all, a world of swords and magic.

Extraordinary power is manifested, hanging high above the law and order; gods frequently descend to the world, overlooking everything in the world.

Compared with the modern world of the previous life, there is freedom of speech on the Internet, no scruples, and it doesn't matter if you directly call the names of countless gods in the mythological records, and they don't have to bear the price behind them.

But Kalademos is different, everything here is influenced by supernatural power and belief in gods, and it has entered all aspects of life.

Myths are written into books.

God is also the greatest existence.

Those who call the god's name directly will be considered heresy. Once known by the god's temple, temple knights and judges will be dispatched to arrest them, and they can even ignore the law and order and directly execute them.

Not to mention, the gods have fallen!

Moreover, within ten years, no, within five years, the phenomenon of gods falling one after another appeared.

The one that caught the world's attention the most was the fall of Samuanya, the god of the lizardmen who guarded the kingdom of Beshilik.

Different from other gods, Samuanya is a god whose reputation spreads throughout the continent of Kaladimos, and the Temple of Blood and the Kingdom of Bethlik leave the world with the impression of brutality and violence.

In the end, it fell like this, in the hands of a previously unknown Valoran leader.

Of course, the Valoran Territory has entered the field of vision of countless forces, and countless spies have been dispatched to this newly rising territory to investigate the existence of all traces.

Even though the bottomless abyss is now invading the continent of Kaladimos, and even though Valoran has been keeping a low profile for two years, there are still many forces that are watching the movements of Modrian and Valoran at any time.

After thinking for a while, Modrian's eyes fell on Swain and the others again, his firm expression restrained, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Let me know, three days later, the Valoran leader will hold a ceremony in the Hall of Valor."

Fate has come, and he must seize this opportunity.

Not only for himself, but also for the many heroes under his command to build a place to live.

"Yes!" Swain and Xin Zhao glanced at each other, bent over and said, before they left the study.

quack! quack! quack!

Outside the study, Swain's figure turned into a black mist and disappeared.

Suddenly, the maddening crows hovering in the sky let out bursts of low-pitched murmurs, the crimson eyes flashed with a touch of wisdom, and then they fluttered their jet-black wings and flew to every corner of the city inside and outside.

In the hearts of many heroes, Modrian's will determines the future of Valoran Territory. Even if the road ahead is rough, they will open up a bright road for Modrian.

At the same time, many people are looking forward to this moment, and they will witness a...

A miracle is born!