Suddenly, spring breeze came,

Thousands of pear trees bloom.

......

The year of the 1461st year of the Star Death, the glorious festival.

The cool and quiet morning scenery.

Modrian had just finished his breakfast in the main fort restaurant, and took a leisurely time to stand in front of the balcony overlooking the Laxtak Fortress trapped in the snow-white world.

The sudden heavy snowfall last night covered all the buildings in the fortress, and the snow was covered with strong visual impact.

It is very consistent with the winter snow scene described in the poem in my memory.

"Have Siglid arrived?" Modrian turned to look at Zhao Xin behind him and asked softly.

Since the Mokavi family has sent representatives here, the Valoran leader must pay attention to it.

After all, the Mokawei family is one of the thirteen clans of the blood clan and the overlord of the Abyss of Original Sin, and the power behind it should not be underestimated.

As a descendant of the Mokawi family, Siglid is very suitable for this meeting.

"I'm already waiting outside the door." Zhao Xin replied respectfully.

"Well, let's go ahead and arrange for someone to accompany you to the Abyss of Original Sin." Modrian took a last look at the beautiful snowy scenery, walked away from the balcony, and walked towards the entrance of the restaurant.

For some reason, he always felt that this time when he met the Mokawei family, something unexpected would happen, which was very similar to... on a whim, and some of them were derived from legendary self-perception.

(Every legendary crown prince will have a certain probability of the change in his own destiny that is related to his own destiny and manifest it in special signs.)

So Modrian decided to go there in person, of course, there will definitely be heroes following him.

He doesn't have to consider this himself. Many heroes under his command will make decisions for him. No matter when and where, safety is the first guarantee.

......

On the bluestone street, layers of soft and cold snowflakes covered the road.

Modrian stepped on the snowy road and looked around the scene, a smile appeared on his calm face.

The winter sun shines, and the Laxtak Fortress is shrouded in the festive atmosphere of the Glorious Day. The Noxus soldiers stationed in groups were cleaning and decorating the fortress streets, and laughter echoed in the sky.

The Noxus soldiers who have been busy and fought for more than half a year enjoy their leisure time. They are not machines and need rest and adjustments. This period of the Glorious Day is the best time to relax.

However, such snow scenery and prosperity disappeared completely after entering the abyss passage.

It seems to be a spatial transition between different planes.

Even though the winter snow was falling in Valoran's leadership, Modrian walked into the abyss passage and could not notice a trace of cold winter. Instead, light red mist could be seen everywhere, moving and climbing on the wall of the passage like a living thing.

The majestic life energy bloomed around the body. Modrian looked at the mist that once brought the temptation and depravity and shook his head slightly.

His growth was too rapid, and he is now a legend, no longer the pitiful little lord of the past.

......

The Seventh Abyss: The Abyss of Original Sin.

The ruined temple, the abyss altar, and the strange portal of the waves.

The fishy red mist surged, and the portal was like ripples. Asxs and ripples.

Modrian took the lead and then came out with Pansen, Svein, Zhao Xin and Siglid, and a team of 10-man teams of Cuifali's soldiers.

"A nasty breath."

Looking up at the red sky, Modrian complained softly.

The weather in the Abyss of Original Sin seems to have never changed. No matter how time passes, it is red from beginning to end, and the air is mixed with the smell of inexplicable blood.

“Sin and blood.”

Standing at the entrance of the dilapidated temple, Modrian looked at the extremely desolate red land, and understood the origin of the name of the seventh abyss. No wonder the demons and devils in the abyss tried every means to enter the continent of Kaladimos.

This is completely different from the prosperous main material plane.

"Lord Lord, Garen and His Highness Ashe are waiting for your arrival in Red Flame City."

At the entrance of the temple, Nakuri's figure emerged from the shadows, half kneeling on the bright red ground covered with bones.

"Where are the people from the Mokawi family?"

Modrian frowned gently, and the repulsion in the surrounding space made him feel a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, after meeting the people from the Mokavi family this time, he could return to the main material plane.

"I have been waiting outside the Red Yan City." Nakuri replied respectfully, wondering if it was an illusion, he felt that the lord's strength seemed to have improved compared to not long ago, bringing him an inexplicable sense of oppression.

After getting the answer he wanted, Modrian signaled Nakuri to get up, then stepped out of the ruined temple and headed to Chiyan City.

The matters of the Mokawi family ended early, and he could go back early.

The abyss consciousness's disgust was impacting his soul all the time, and the sense of spatial repulsion was more obvious than the last time.

"Is this a different change based on the level of strength?"

Walking on the barren red plain, but in the cup of tea, the rough and barbaric Red Flame City appeared in Modrian's vision.

Compared to the previous one, this slightly rough city has some changes, with some more whistle towers and defensive buildings, and its style is more refined and practical than the Demacia Kingdom.

Modrian saw Garen standing in front of the city gate, behind him were soldiers of the Fearless Pioneer Legion.

Next is Chesterton Flame Leslie, the former butler of Red Flame City, and the current commander of the Abyss Fire Boy.

"Lord." Garen said respectfully when he saw Modrian's figure.

Hearing this, Modrian stared at Galen in front of him, his tall and strong body was wearing the armor of a madman, and his storm sword was carried behind him, and his ancient sword sheath held up the cold light of the sword blade.

After this look, he clearly felt that Garen's strength had increased again, and seemed to have touched the peak of his current strength and was seeking a breakthrough.

"Is the power of the God King?"

"Tsk tsk... I suddenly envied Dryus and Garen. These two guys hardly need to practice, and their strength is also steadily improving."

"It's even much faster than diligent practice."

After looking at Chesterton, Modrian whispered: "Appoint the Mokawi family members to the palace, and I will meet them there."

"Follow your command, great Lord Modrian." Chesterton bent down slightly to salute, and red flames filled his body.

During the period when Valoran was in charge of Chiyan City, the Demacia Legion stationed at the garrison cleared many monster gathering places around.

Relatively, Chesterton also gains some benefits.

For example, his strength has taken a big step forward, and his life span has also increased additionally, which was something he had never imagined before.

Now Chesterton no longer looks as old as he once captured Chiyan City.

The black lava skin was filled with slurry flames, scorching temperatures distorted air, and the vigorous breath of life.

Tat! Tat!

After receiving the order, Chesterton left in a hurry and headed to the place where the Mokawi family was.
Chapter completed!