In the deep night, snowflakes scattered.

The leader of the pterosaur surrounded the Nuu Fortress like a shadow, his barbed tongue licked the blood in the corner of his mouth, and his sharp teeth were stained with flesh and bones.

roar!

The harsh and sharp whistle echoed the night, and the leader of the pterosaur looked down at the old human standing above the city wall, and his scales and wings raised an endless cold current.

"If you rely solely on the Mage Tower, you are not qualified to challenge the legend." The bronze mask covered Tictato's face, and his deep eyes were filled with blood.

Hearing the words of the Wingdrake Knight, Duke Dhakama moved his body slightly, and the blessing of seven or eight magic gain states made him regain his feeling when he was young. He waved his blood-colored giant sword casually, and a sharp golden light flowed through the sword blade.

"Lord of the Sky, Tiktato?!"

Duke Dhakama looked at the special bronze mask and had confirmed the other party's identity in his heart.

Tiktato, the most outstanding Wingdragod Knight in the Kingdom of Beshilik, traversing the primitive jungle and the Palauthor hills. At the same time, it is also a strong man who has embarked on the legendary path, wearing a bronze mask called [Lord of the Sky].

"Blatantly violate the legendary terms of the continent of Kaladimos and interfere with the disputes between kingdoms! Are you not afraid of the subsequent liquidation of the Human Alliance?"

"Legendary Terms?" Tictato chuckled softly, pulling out the black javelin on his back. "That's something for the weak, I never care."

"Hurry up, time is not waiting for anyone, let me see what capital you have to try to challenge the legend."

The obvious strength gap gives it the capital to underestimate the humans below. The other party seems to be called the Duke of Dhakama and the Minister of Military Affairs of the Kingdom of Stock?

Ha, in the face of absolute strength, the title has no effect.

"Weak? Legend?" Duke Dhakama took a deep breath, grinned and looked at Tictato, took out a crimson potion from his arms, and a light mist lingered at the end of the bottle.

Gulu!

At the entrance of the potion, an inexplicable suppressed momentum appeared around the Duke of Dhakama. The wrinkles of the old face retreated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The gray hair gradually turned black, and even the tall skeleton gradually revealed its strong body.

"Bloodline potion? Well... there is really a trace of ancient bloodline? Stone giant?" Tictato showed an interesting smile, and then his expression suddenly became cold.

The plan failed. He originally wanted to slaughter Dhakama and completely defeat the morale of the Stoke Kingdom, but something unexpected happened, which was somewhat beyond his expectations.

"Just use it as a flavoring agent." Tictato tightened the reins, held the black javelin with his right hand, and rushed down the pterosaur leader, targeting until Dhakama.

boom!

The red flames surged out from the mouth of the Winged Dragon leader, devouring the ruined guardhouse. The blazing temperature melted the corpses of armor and emitted a fishy smell.

Chih!

A black lightning ripped apart the air and penetrated the flames.

In an instant, the ground of the city wall vibrated violently, and the extremely twisted airflow blew up waves of dust, mixed with coke-like "objects".

The Winged Dragon leader flapped his wings to disperse the dust that covered his vision and reveal the picture below.

The young version of the Duke of Dhakama held up a blood-colored giant sword, and the majestic life energy in his body surged wildly. Under his feet was the cracked city wall and the black javelin broke into two pieces fell.

"Last moment!"

"Keep my heart in mind with glory and responsibility!"

With his feet on the ground, Dhakama's figure was like a sharp sword that rushed straight towards Tiktato, and the continuous energy of life boiled in his body, scorching and dazzling.

......

......

The Nuu Fortress is about three or four kilometers northwest, and somewhere is a low hill covered with white snowflakes.

With the moonlight in the night, layers of steel torrents can be seen vaguely moving forward, and a solemn atmosphere permeates, and the deep red armor reflects the dim starlight.

At the top of the hill, Modrian gently took off his helmet, steered on the war horse, and looked up at the snow battlefield with blood woven between them not far away.

"It seems that the situation is not very good?"

Within vision, the hot flames swam over the fortress, countless wolves and lizardman warriors submerged the wide walls, and from time to time, figures fell down the towering city walls, and the excitement howling echoed.

The dark night was filled with soaring Wingdras Knights, attacking and slaughtering the kingdom soldiers and destroying the defensive front that had finally gathered.

"Boxera Triceratops, Samu Anya...the bloody pyramid." Modrian looked at the terrifying beasts and the red pyramids in the zombies' waves and spoke in surprise. He did not expect to see these ace legions and war equipment of the Beshilik Kingdom here.

With a slight turn, Modrian looked at the array of lizard men gathered in front of him. They were covered in heavy red armor, and the restless and bloody breath spread. The pairs of hungry eyes stared at this place with fierce eyes, and even a few faint gazes passed by.

"Did you notice our movements...and the legend that is high above..."

Modrian had already restrained his inner contempt. From entering the province of Moricho, the confrontation he encountered along the way made him realize the power of the Beshilik Kingdom, so the Ailan Faluo Empire that defeated it?

"Hmm?" A slight magic wave filled the top of my head. Modrian raised his head and looked at it. A golden transparent door slowly appeared in the air.

Bang!

The door opened, and Yumi's figure appeared out of thin air, as if she was a little confused. She blinked her cute blue eyes, hovered in the air, and after she lowered her head to see Modrian, she made an excited voice and threw herself on her shoulders.

"Aowu, Lord Lord, I miss you so much." Yumi rolled her body, and the golden magic script automatically floated behind her tail.

"Why are you here? Is there something wrong with the territory?" Modrian gently stroked Yumi's head and glanced at Modian without any trace.

"No, it was Svein who asked me to come, huh... informed me of something."

Yumi struggled to break free from Modrian's palm, stood upright, pretending to be a human, and said: "For some unknown reasons, the Temple of Power has completely withdrawn from the Kingdom of Stoke in recent days, causing a large number of nobles in the kingdom to fall to Valoran."

"At the same time, the Temple of Wealth stationed in the Yellow Sand Plain also evacuated the Knights of the Temple, which seemed to tell Valoran that they did not want to interfere with the chaos within the kingdom and the invasion war launched by the Kingdom of Beshilik."

After saying that, Yumi returned to her lazy state again, laying peacefully on Modrian's shoulder, holding the fresh dried fish that had been found from somewhere in his hand, licking and chewing.

Looking at Yumi's "uncle" appearance, Modrian shrugged helplessly, but he didn't expect that Yumi would complain for no reason: "Aowoo, don't move around."

"This guy..." A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Modrian suddenly felt much more relaxed, and immediately considered the news brought by Svein: "The Temple of Power and Temple of Wealth means, let us fight for life and death with the Kingdom of Bechlik?"

"Then it would be better!"

Modrian looked back and looked behind him, Dryus, Panson, Zhao Xin, Jie, Draven, Krey, Kennan, Sain, and Urgot, standing one by one, and behind him were the silent Noxus array and the alchemy technology research team.

With a chuckling, he looked up at the dark night. Quinn led the Demacia Dragon Bird Knight to wander in the frost clouds. The sky-blue blue bird transformed by Gana drifted in the wind.

Finally, Modrian looked at the hellish snow battlefield, stretched out his right hand and waved it gently, and said calmly.

"Get started, Dryus!"
Chapter completed!