Outside Irvingdale City, Noxus Prison.

The glow of dawn shone on this majestic and dark building, like a dark beast, slowly spreading its minions.

Warden Draven stood on the top of the stands like a stone sculpture, with his calm eyes looking down below.

The once huge and prosperous ring stands looked a little empty, without seeing the numerous spectators in the past, only some Noxus soldiers were stationed on the edge of the stands.

Tat! Tat! Tat! Tat!

In the corridor behind him, crisp footsteps came, Draven's expression moved slightly, and his calm eyes rippled.

After the news of the war in Bechlik Kingdom came, he had stopped hosting the extremely popular Dray League matches, and all the liquidators were ready to go to the front line under his arrangement.

reject?

Draven looked at the arena covered with dried blood stains and minced meat, and no liquidator dared to refuse his call, because all those who refused were buried in the light red sand.

"Have you replied to Lord Lord?" A familiar aura appeared in the perception. Draven asked out loud, and a bloody red life energy appeared in his eyes.

Siglid stopped in front of the corridor, wearing exquisite black leather armor close to his concave and seductive sexy body, and his long lilac hair was spread over his shoulders and extended to his slender waist.

She looked at the warden in front of her, bowed slightly, and replied, "Lord, let us wait for a few more times, and then we will have a task delivered to us, and then we will go to Kuroki Province together."

The Mokawi family in the Abyss of Original Sin is no longer trustworthy. Although Valoran's leadership still maintains a certain cooperative relationship with the other party, Siglid has already seen through everything and has made his own choice of fate.

She originally thought she would be entangled and hesitated in the face of choice, but at the end of the day, she found that the so-called choice of fate was very simple.

The Mokawei family, one of the thirteen clans of the blood clan, is the mainstay of the secret alliance.

Perhaps for the former Siglide, she would have a great desire to return to the Mokawi family in her heart. After all, with the blood power of the blood clan, the family is the best destination.

Unfortunately, as Valoran Leader grew up, she experienced many things and saw more and more things, those are things outside the boundaries of the blood clan.

If it were a metaphor, at the beginning, she was just a lurker sent by the Mokawi family in the Kingdom of Stoke, and her strength was nothing but Viscount (Great Knight).

After she became a follower of Modrian, her strength has increased, she has been promoted to Earl (Knightmaster), and has the qualification to peek at the legendary path.

"Task? Well, then we'll wait for the task to arrive." Draven waved his hand, and when he turned around and left, he seemed to remember something, and looked at Siglid, his trusted deputy.

"I don't want to send the liquidator the armor cast by Noxus to the liquidator. After the war is over, there will be no liquidators left in the arena."

Siglid nodded slightly and replied in a deep voice: "I will arrange it."

The liquidator is nominally a prisoner in the prison, but many of them join the prison arena in order to pursue the path of promotion, and they are very strong.

Inside the dark and gloomy prison, bright magic lamps hung on hard walls made of gray and white rocks, and subtle rune shining lights.

In the gray-white world, a strong smell of blood scent overflows from every solid prison. It can become a liquidator welcomed by the leaders of the Noxus Prison. There are absolutely no weak people. They are all elites among the elites who have survived countless bloody battles.

Watching their aura, they at least have the strength of extraordinary professionals, and many have stronger and more fierce auras.

Squeak!

The sharp and harsh door sounded echoing in the prison corridor, and then the regular steps sounded, dense and neat.

The magic light shone, and the Noxus soldiers wearing armor and sharp arms walked into the prison in an orderly manner, put down the carefully crafted thick armor, and a sharp weapon of death that flashed cold light.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The bloody smell was restless, and all the liquidators looked at the armor and weapons in front of the prison, as well as the Noxus soldiers passing by, and knew that the war had arrived and the time to rush to the front line of the border was coming.

Without hesitation, the liquidators quickly picked up the armor and weapons on the ground.

To their surprise, these were not ordinary items as expected, but fine equipment embedded in runes. Although they were not as good as magical equipment, they were enough for them to use.

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The Seventh Abyss: The Abyss of Original Sin.

A wisp of restless and bloody smell appeared in the dark and dull bloody sky, like the revival of consciousness in the abyss, awakening the boundless evil forces.

Galen, who was dealing with affairs, felt aware and walked out of the palace in Chiyan City and looked up at the sky.

"Sir, what happened?"

Chesterton Flame Leslie, the current commander of the Abyss Fireboy, assisted Garen in controlling the Red Flame City. While he was patrolling the city wall, he saw a sudden appearance of the sky and hurried to the palace.

"It's just a strange movement in the abyss, do your own thing." Garen waved his hand casually, signaling Chesterton not to worry, to appease the riots in the city.

Looking at Chesterton's figure disappearing into the palace, he gently held the Sword of Sacred Justice in his hand, and the silver-white light lingered in his pupils, as if a lion was showing endless majesty.

"No one can cross my defense, even the so-called gods!"

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Lanvasur Castle.

The crimson glow shone from the sky, like thin gauze draped over the bodies of Poppy and Fiona. The two stood quietly on the city wall, looking into the distance.

In the field of vision, the sandstorm in the sky was swallowing the oasis, the grasslands, and gradually approaching the castle.

A very strange route, the dust storm actually bypassed the Contelo Fortress and came straight towards the castle of Lanvasur.

"It's about to start!" Pobby said in a deep voice, and the gilded armor was filled with light golden light.

Hearing this, Fiona chuckled, and her cold face showed a hint of excitement. She pulled out the blue steel sword from her waist and wiped it gently.

"Demacia won't back down!"

"Yes, this is Demacia, we will never retreat." Poppy looked at Fiona beside him and slowly took off the Oren hammer he was carrying, as if he had predicted what was going on, and the hammer handle was shining brightly.

She had many doubts buried in her heart. Who was the hero Demacia she was looking for? Until all the heroes she thought died, she was the only one left.

Recalling the battle that awakened her, she couldn't help but whisper: "What would I do if I were a hero?"

In a moment, a bright and bright smile appeared on the face of the Yodel.

"Swipe the hammer with all your might and smash all invading enemies!"
Chapter completed!