League of Legends Invades Another World

Chapter 208: Hatred and shadowThe familiar system prompt sounded, still with an icy taste, but it gave Modrian a different feeling. The reward for the rest of his life was more joyful than the victory of predicting the result.

The pace did not stop, Modrian firmly faced the slightly dim starlight and crossed the threshold of the ruins. Looking back at this place, which was dilapidated in battle, he felt a little pity in his heart. To be honest, the architectural style and elegant environment here are his like very much.

”Well, Horace?” Modrian noticed Horace who was staying at the end of the team. He seemed to be staring into the distance. The direction was the Cecil Arena, controlled by the young master of the Cecil family, Besimo. The underground dark’country’.

With a calm gaze through the gorgeous wall hangings, Modrian’s pupils reflected the figure of two young men and a figure in a gray robe stained with a trace of evil.

”Who are those?” Modrian asked, there seems to be no relevant picture in his memory, it should be a stranger.

”It’s your Royal Highness Saroyan, and Bessemer of the Cecil family, the other doesn’t know him.” Horace said with a smile, but the smile that bloomed from the corner of his mouth was bitter and helpless.

friend! ?

Although it had been expected, the cruel reality still dealt a heavy blow to Horace. It was a **** betrayal and a **** trust.

Time erases the traces of the past, and the proportion of interests has long surpassed friendship. He should learn to accept reality and no longer have hope for what he once was.

Saroyan Craig Valant. Modrian whispered the name belonging to the Valente family, then turned his head slightly and looked at Horace at the moment with a clear expression.

”Do you need a chance for revenge? Take advantage of this moment, at least no one will block you more.”

A cold expression appeared on his face, Modrian thought of it indifferently. Since there is such a big noise tonight, why not continue to add some fuel to make the flames of tomorrow burn more vigorously.

What’s more, there is [Temporary Mission: Revenge of the Followers] hanging on the crude panel of the system, shining with a **** glow.

”No, no need.” Horace shook his head when he heard the words, rejected Modrian’s kindness, and then looked back. He knew that even if the current killing would succeed, it would cause unexpected situations, so why not wait anymore. , Waiting for the critical moment of the throne battle.

Hatred has allowed him to hold on for so long, he can wait for a while, thinking about the thoughts in his heart that he has never given up.

”Okay!” Modrian looked at Horace, whose expression had returned to normal at the moment, and said nothing.

In fact, his heart has recognized Horace as a companion, but if the other party makes a choice, then he will not speak, even if he guessed that His Royal Highness and the Cecil family’s Besimo will most likely be in the shadow of this time. The world is related.

The shadows faded, and under the bustling lights, Modrian and his party rode further and further away in the dark, gradually invisible.

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Bang!

The evil life energy exploded, smashing the mutton white jade guardrail, and the feminine face of His Royal Highness Saroyan was full of twisted colors, and the stern voice echoed in the secret room on the third floor.

”Damn, damn, what does that guy’s gaze mean? Contempt? Despise me?”

Besimo and Okas were silent, and the corner of their eyes looked at His Royal Highness Saroyan who was slightly crazy in front of them. No one would touch the mold.

It’s just that compared with His Royal Highness Saroyan and Okas, the mood is different, Bessemer’s heart is more regretful and frustrated, regretting the initial choice, frustrated and standing in the wrong team.

He also saw the figure Horace looked at here, the plain face, but deep pupils.

If there is a bit of hatred, there is room for maneuver, and now it is said that the ”friendship” between the two has completely come to an end, perhaps no longer called ”friendship”, he saw the **** meaning of the autumn afterwards.

”Bessemer!”

The feminine and sharp voice called back Besimo’s thoughts, raised his head and looked at His Royal Highness Saroyan, and he responded in a low voice: ”Your Highness, what’s your order?”

”I want to meet Earl Sigrid, and I hope the Cecil family will not refuse.” His Royal Highness Saroyan overlooked the courtyard in the ruins, and suppressed hatred filled his pupils.

”Of course, the Cecil family is willing to help you!” Bessemer agreed without hesitation, then glanced at the Hidden Shadow Priest Neokas, nodded slightly, and left this hidden secret room.

Crunch!

As soon as the door was closed, the gust of wind struck, His Royal Highness Saroyan turned around, and his eyes filled with hatred and madness stared at the priest Orcas in front of him. The scales on the surface of his skin became more obvious, and the hideous and strange aura slowly condensed.

”As you said, the shadow is bound to fall. According to the agreement, I will also see Horace’s head.”

”But now everything is in emptiness, including the Lord of the Shadows you mentioned, seems to have failed? Ha, this is really ridiculous!”

In the dark robe, Priest Orkas lowered his head and said nothing. The development of this incident was indeed unexpected. He never thought that even the Lord of the Shadows would return without success.

A faint shadow filled his eyes, and a soft whisper echoed in his ears. Priest Orkas heard the inexplicable call, which came from the supreme existence of his meditative belief.

”The shadow will not fail. The day it falls again is the time to fulfill the promise!”

When the priest Orcas raised his head again, the sound of the neighing of a poisonous snake was piercing and restless in the secret room, with a **** anger.

”His Royal Highness Saroyan, our cooperation remains the same. I hope you don’t give up prematurely. The battle for the throne has not yet begun, and everything is unknown.”

”Huh!” His Royal Highness Saroyan suppressed the hatred in his heart~www.NovelMTL.com~ Only when he remembered Horace’s eyes just now, he couldn’t help but burst into anger. ”As you said, the aristocratic council to be held in three days will almost determine the situation of the throne dispute.”

”You have to hurry up!”

He has lost too much, but in order to complete his inner revenge, he doesn’t mind waiting any longer and endure the strange look of others.

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The dim starlight mixed with the magic lights on the roadside, shining in the direction of progress, Modrian crossed the bustling commercial streets to the final destination.

A low-rise and luxurious building located on the edge of the aristocratic area.

”Where did you live?” Modrian stood in front of the door, sighing the style of the building in front of him, while talking to Horace.

The color of memories emerged, and Horace said softly: ”Yes, I have lived here since I was an adult.”

”Oh, we just live in, don’t the Dal family say anything?” Modrian asked with a smile.

”No.” Horace stepped forward and pushed open the heavy mahogany door, looking at the empty but tidy building and said.

”The Dall family is the top family of Limontanlu. In this regard, they have been doing very well.”

Many forces that have seen or peeped into the realm of shadows will change their choices tonight, and the Dal family is one of them.

From leaving the Cecil Arena to walking here, Horace knew in his heart that the Dal family also knew very well in his heart, so they prepared in advance, cleared and vacated the building in front of them.

Horace leaned over his body, bent over forty-five degrees, and placed his right hand on his left chest. An extremely standard aristocratic etiquette also represented his highest loyalty and respect.

”Master Modrian, please come in!”