The Seventh Abyss: The Abyss of Original Sin.

The crimson clouds covered the sky like silk cloth, and the rich smell of sulfur filled the air. Occasionally, a few wisps of wind shrouded in the wind, telling the desolation and desolation of the abyss.

In the center of the temple, the towering abyss passage was floating off the ground, and the bloody mist slowly wriggled like a living creature.

After repeated renovations by Valoran, this broken temple is no longer as dilapidated as before.

The collapsed gravel was cleaned up, and several stone pillars of the forest stood around the abyss passage. The once white bone ground was covered with bluestone. The engraved warning array could promptly notify information to the territory.

Click!

The sound of the broken eggshell sounded from the center of the temple. A guy in a purple cloak sat in front of the abyss passage, slowly peeling the boiled eggs in his hand.

"Today's lunch!" The weird guy looked at the Abyss Sky, lifted up a corner of his mask, and began to taste the delicious boiled eggs.

After a few bites, the weird guy finished lunch, then gently wiped his palms, but from the corner of his eyes looked at Chiyan City in the distance, where there was an extremely annoying guy.

"If you inherit the power of the Dark Seed, you can claim to be a Dark Seed? An ignorant person!"

He closed his heavy cloak, not wanting to expose his mottled and weird skin. Sometimes, he wasn't sure what his skin looked like.

The atmosphere of silence came, and the weird guy continued to sit in front of the abyss passage, like a lifelike sculpture.

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Blood-colored plain, Red Flame City.

With the departure of the Fearless Pioneer Legion and Demacia's Light Guard, the city regained a little vitality, and many abyss fire children appeared on the streets again, and the noise of noisy conversation floated in the sky.

At this moment, the Castle of Flame, the elegant restaurant.

A handsome young man is having lunch, and Chesterton stands to accompany him.

Strangely, this Abyss Fire Child Commander, who has a certain status, looks very nervous. He looks up from time to time and looks at the young humans, as if he is afraid of something, and the burning flames around him are erratic.

"Don't be nervous!" The handsome young man swallowed the food in his mouth and whispered: "I just hate someone secretly surveillance me."

"Well...what you said, after all, I am the city lord sent by Lord Lord, and you have to accept my rights unconditionally. Do you think so? Chesterton!"

"Yes, yes!" Chesterton listened to the calm words, but what appeared in his eyes was the Fire Boy Guard who had died tragically before.

"Okay, then tell me... Blood clan? Are those guys called this?" The handsome young human put down his knife and fork and leaned on the wooden seat.

The red hair was scattered on his shoulders and blended into the color of his red clothes. No matter which direction he looked, he could not find any other colors. From this aspect, it can be seen that he liked red very much.

Red like blood!

"Yes, the Mokawei tribe, one of the thirteen tribes of the blood clan, and is also the overlord force of the Abyss of Original Sin. They are..."

The handsome young man closed his eyes lightly and listened to Chesterton's words. Occasionally, he would open his eyes when he heard some interesting messages. The cold desire deep in his pupils made the abyss fire boy next to him extremely frightened.

Chesterton suddenly missed Garen, at least the disciplined Demacians would not slaughter the Fire Boy Guards for no reason.

"Their blood must be delicious, right?"

The handsome young man suddenly spoke out, but the words he spoke made Chesterton confused, and the extreme fear appeared deep in his soul.

Blood? Delicious?

Chesterton looked at the closed-eyed young man with a look of horror. In a trance, he saw that he was no longer a human man sitting there, but twisted flesh and sticky blood!

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After the meeting at Laxtak Fortress ends.

Dryus bid farewell to Modrian, and returned to Fort Fortress Fosbayro through [Knoxtola].

The dizziness and weightlessness disappeared, and Dryus passed the portal behind him, stepped on the solid stone road, and his wild eyes looked at the fortress that had just experienced war.

The bloody victory did not make the Noxus Legion lose its enterprising spirit, and the tense atmosphere still permeates inside and outside the fortress.

Dryus walked along the street, and every Noxus soldier he encountered midway would stare at his burly figure with enthusiasm and offer him supreme etiquette.

In an instant, Dryus came to bring the Black Main Fort.

Here, the Noxus heroes who returned first and other warlike heroes were all quietly waiting for the belated Dryus.

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In the conference hall.

Magic lights are scattered, and huge war sand tables are placed in the middle, with seats of different sizes on both sides.

Dryus sat in the main seat and looked at the heroes with a solemn expression. Although he was responsible for this expedition, the legions involved were not just the Noxus legion.

In order to win the war as soon as possible, he also mobilized other legions to assist and cooperate with the Noxus legion's offensive.

"Season of Winter?" Dryus's eyes were cold, and he did not think that the Kingdom of Beshilik, who had lost the protection of the Lizardman god Samu Anya, could resist the invasion of Valoran.

He will present the glory of victory to Lord Lord and Valoran before the Day of the Glory Festival.

"Catrina!"

Hearing the voice of Dryus, the Ominous Blade gently stood up, his crimson long hair was bound by a ribbon on his back, and the sharp dagger stopped around his waist, looking heroic.

"I need you and your Ominous Blade Legion to assist the war stonemasons, go deep into the heart of the Beshilik Kingdom, and see the military movements of the lizardmen and the gnolls."

"Follow your order!" Katerina bowed slightly, and a bloody color appeared in her cold eyes.

Dryus looked away, and this time he looked at the hero Yodel on his right hand side. The green straw hat attracted attention: "Timo, I need your main ship scout team to enter the primitive jungle again and clear out all the lizardman scouts."

In the previous war, Timo and the main ship scout team had confronted the Lizardman scouts in the primitive jungle and achieved a perfect victory.

Considering the number of scouts in the main ship, Dryus's eyes fell on Timo's side.

"Tristana, Tuchi, Kennan, you are responsible for assisting Timo, I hope to hear good news from you!"

"Yes!" Melin's gunner Tristana and the source of the plague, Tuchi, looked at each other and said in a deep voice.

Although the memory connections of Omega team are a bit strange and familiar to them, their bonds are far higher than those of other heroes.

"Kerey, Draven, Sain..."

In the wide conference hall, Drayus's calm voice echoed in the dome, and he arranged the tasks of each hero with familiarity.

Just wait until the baggage arrives, he can lead the Noxus Legion to launch an expedition against the Beshilik Kingdom.

As for the establishment of the supply line, after the expedition was launched, he would personally arrange the soldiers under his command to cooperate with the nobles in the territory to establish them as soon as possible.

Conquest is not the end!

In the eyes of the Noxus, subsequent occupation and cultural invasion are equally important.

Following the orders of Dryus to be conveyed.

The Fortress of Forsbayor, which was shrouded in the atmosphere of war, quickly became active. Legionnaires with different responsibilities walked between buildings of different styles, slowly activated this sleeping war fortress.

The red double-edged axe flag flutters high in the sky.

A row of Noxus soldiers in armored arms had cold eyes, steering their war horses over the heavy city gates, running towards the barren plains, towards the dark primitive jungle, and towards the hinterland of the Bechlik Kingdom.
Chapter completed!