League of Legends Invades Another World

"Fire on the broadside!"

The order was issued and the red flag waved.

The white waves rose one after another, and there were bursts of noise 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 them, the rough base rubbed against the steel and made a harsh and sharp sound, and the deep muzzle aimed at the distance and rushed to the red tide.

Then a dull roar sounded, and around the side of the ship, where the strong smell of gunpowder permeated, the huge forts were like hungry beasts, making heavy roars.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, the artillery roared!

The scorching and dazzling flames bloomed on the side of the warship, and the steel cannonballs wrapped in terrifying temperature, distorted the air, and crashed into the red tide.

boom! boom! boom!

The crimson wave that was surging under the current had a momentary stagnation.

Huge ocean waves jumped high, mixed with colorful and strange blood, overflowing and spraying.

Not long after, the densely packed abyss sea monster corpses, floating on the sea level, like discarded garbage, rose and fell with the waves.

In the continuous roar, countless shells poured down like a torrential rain, bombarding the red tide.

However, for the irrational abyss sea monsters, these are not enough to make them retreat, and the turbulent red tide maintains its proper rhythm and moves forward.

"Load the shells!"

"Cool the turret!"

There were shouts from the armored warship. The situation seemed to be in a panic, but the order was maintained. A well-known and powerful pirate quickly lifted the bucket, poured the sea water, and cooled the high temperature fort.

Then there were companions holding heavy cannonballs, heading towards the deep muzzle, filling the next cannonballs that flickered with runes.

"Pooh!"

The armored pirate leader spit out a mouthful of saliva, sniffed the strong smell of gunpowder around him, and looked grimly at the approaching crimson tide.

For these abyss sea monsters, the damage caused by ordinary cannonballs can only bring pain, and only a similar intensive bombardment can cause enough deaths.

"Hey, before we switch, maybe we have to waste a lot of ammunition." The pirate leader looked down at the reloaded turret with a terrifying smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Try these new guys, hex shells!"

"Fire me!"

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

Inside the pitch-black turret, the precise gears rubbed violently, and the runes engraved on the surface of the cannonball were like ice cream in contact with water.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The broadside turret roared again, and the deep muzzle flashed blue light instantly, 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 vibrated, the white waves danced violently, and the bright blue rays of light directly crossed the distance of the space and slammed into the red wave.

Within the field of vision, the red tide evaporated, and the gray-white water vapor filled the air.

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

From a distance, the surging red tide was contained.

And the red itself fades away at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving behind a sea level that reflects mottled colors.

"Uninteresting trick!"

Planck retracted his gaze. The outcome of the distant battlefield was already doomed. The sea monsters in the abyss that had been baptized by countless shells covered the offshore area, and the wriggling flesh and blood corpses looked a little disgusting.

He was a little curious in his heart, why in the abyss attack, many deep-sea forces would retreat?

These slaughtering monsters active in the abyss can't bring any trouble to his pirates at all, not even intense training.

"The guys who are dominated by the gods have no future at all!"

Planck turned his head and patted the shoulder of the Noxian naval officer beside him, and said softly: "The finishing work is left to you, don't let go of those good materials."

After speaking, Planck walked off the deck with a relaxed pace and returned to the captain's room.

As soon as he entered the room, he noticed something strange. His cold gaze surrounded the room, the wooden chairs on both sides, the dark red carpet, his own desk...

"Huh?" Planck's expression changed, and he saw a black letterhead lying quietly on his desktop.

Very unfamiliar postmark, but with a hint of familiarity.

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

If it wasn't for the aura of Shadow Stream remaining on the edge of the letterhead, he would have thought that someone had invaded the room.

Planck crossed the wooden table, sat under the seat behind his back, picked up the letterhead on the table and opened it, the content inside made him frown.

"Have you started yet?"

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Sorrow's Gate.

The northern gateway to Valoran.

This is a military fortress built on a mountainside cliff, and the frigid wind froze the hard towering city walls.

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

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The icy weather, the hard roads, and the natural barriers to the Gates of Sorrow are enough to shatter any thought of the Legion's advance.

Although most of the Gate of Sorrow's buildings were destroyed by a battle with the god of the plague, Greilas, a few years ago, after Ashe took over the fortress, the Avarossa soldiers under his command forged new defenses.

The icy cold wind blew through the solid city wall, and a few wisps of snowflakes swayed and fell slowly.

Wearing a heavy blue cloak, Ashe patrols along the snow-covered city walls, and every Avarossa soldier he encounters pays the highest respect to the war mother.

Perhaps because of its aversion to the extremely cold weather, the Gate of Sorrow is rarely attacked by abyssal demons.

There were occasional sporadic attacks, and the number was not too large. Before they could get close to the fortress, they died under the arrows of the Avarossa archers.

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

Ashe stopped, her cold eyes turned to the corner of the shadow, there was a shadow streamer waiting silently, holding a black letter in his hand.

"Take over the affairs in your hand and return to the Immortal Fortress immediately."

After reading the contents of the letter, Ashe let out a sigh of relief, and a faint smile appeared on her flawless face: "Inform Sejuani, and... Lord Volibear, we have something to do."

"Yes!"

The guards at the door led the order to leave, facing the falling snow and wind, swiftly running towards the outside of the fortress with agility.

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

Rakstark Fortress.

Although Modrian's decision made the Laxstark 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 a deep respect for this fortress.

Compared with ordinary people, businessmen have been traveling all the year round, and they have already seen the scene of purgatory outside.

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

The scene of tranquility and peace in Valoran territory is especially rare to the outside world, like a paradise.

At the bottom of the fortress, there is a passage that ignites candles on the first floor, and faint spatial fluctuations come from it, which is the abyss passage leading to the seventh-layer abyss: the abyss of original sin.

A few ripples appeared on the transparent ripple-like picture, and the channel was filled with crimson energy mixed with sulphur aura.

Buzz! Buzz!

The space fluctuates and the screen flickers.

A handsome young man wearing a dark red robe with long red hair and deep eyes appeared in the grasping passage. Except for red, almost no other color could be seen from him.

After waiting for a while, two familiar figures reappeared behind the red-haired youth.

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

Frost Whisperer Orgst, the legendary dracolich who plagued the once-stoke kingdom, also became a Mordrian follower 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 based on other considerations.

"Lord Vladimir, is there something wrong with returning to the immortal fortress in a hurry this time?" Frost Whisperer Orgst lowered his eyes and asked softly.

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

"Ogster, are you so curious?"