At the top of the mountain range, the vast snow-white color spreads over the cliffs.

The dawn glow penetrated, and a weather-beaten silver-white building could be seen faintly through the gaps in the peaks, with armored Demacian soldiers stationed around it.

The crisp chirping of eagles echoed through the dome, accompanied by a looming coercion, dispersing any birds and beasts that dared to approach.

The wind was cold, blowing a few swirling snowflakes.

Quinn walked slowly up the blue-gray staircase, his eyes falling on the ornate and quaint building, and a smile appeared on his cold face.

【Dragon's Nest】!

The place where the Demacian Dragonbird lives, and it is also the place where the Demacian Dragonbird knights are trained and stationed.

The sound of small footsteps, the Demacian soldiers standing at the end of the stairs looked solemn and quickly entered a state of alert.

Ten seconds later, they saw Quinn's figure, holding the rifle in his hand and saluting.

Quinn nodded in return, stepping over the silver-gray staircase towards the silver-white building.

Warm magical lights illuminated the wide hall, and in the labyrinthine corridors, a number of Demacian dragon knights could be seen gathered in the hall, talking softly, preparing for the post-dawn patrol.

"Mistress Quinn!"

Seeing Quinn, the Demacian Dragonbird Knights ended their conversation and stood up and saluted.

"Lord Lord's order, all the Demacian Dragonbird Knights immediately gather and carry out their mission." Quinn said in a deep voice, and the invisible momentum spread in the air, making the atmosphere in the hall change from relaxed to solemn.

"Yes!"

Hearing the order conveyed, the Demacia Dragonbird Knight suppressed the excitement in his heart, saluted, and then hurried away.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

In an instant, countless crisp eagle chirps resounded through the dragon's nest, and the Demacian dragonbird knights were fully armed and hovered in the sky with their mounts.

A bitter hurricane swept up snowflakes and obscured the light of dawn

"Demacia is expecting, looking forward to the war behind it!" Quinn looked at the Demacia Dragonbird Knight in front of him, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Shout!

A shrill whistle suddenly pierced the snowflakes, and a huge dark blue shadow fell from the sky, and the claws of steel gently grasped Quinn's right shoulder, and the black pupils were full of admiration.

"Hua Luo, let's go!" Quinn gently stroked Warlor's head and laughed softly.

In the next moment, Quinn leaped lightly, and his slender and graceful figure fell from the silver staircase, his hands spread out, as if embracing heaven and earth, and he fell into the vast cliff, letting the cold wind blow through the dark blue armor.

Phew!

Hua Luo let out a piercing eagle chirp, his wings covered with hard blue feathers spread, and Huo Ran set off boundless wind and waves, its claws gripping Quinn's shoulders tightly and soaring through the heavens and the earth.

......

Lakstak Fortress, the Dark Main Fortress.

As Modrian was working on the papers, as if sensing something, he walked to the window and looked up at the sky, a large area of silver-gray shadows sweeping over the fortress.

A faint low chirp chanted softly, and he saw in the distance an elite team of Demacian dragonbirds crisscrossing the clouds.

Silver-gray wings obscured the scorching sun, sharp claws pierced through the crimson halo, and swaying sharp tails scattered white clouds.

"So eager?"

Modrian saw Quinn at the front, and his deep eyes sparkled with inexplicable brilliance, whispering.

"The prologue begins!" Passionate about e-books

The invasion war of the Besilik Kingdom is imminent, and the abyssal movement in Valoran's territory has increased suddenly, and abyssal monsters have reappeared in many areas, attacking towns.

It happened that Quinn returned to the fortress to report the news of Ranvasur Castle, and he directly arranged for Quinn to lead the Dragonbird Knights of Demacia to patrol the territory that was gradually chaotic, and by the way, suppress the abyss monsters that were flooding.

With a light movement of consciousness, Modrian opened the League of Legends system, the dark green data stream brushed in the depths of his pupils, and the delicate system panel quietly emerged.

He chose to open the [Heroes] panel, and one by one lifelike hero icons were blooming in his consciousness.

"Now that you've played so many cards, it's my turn too, and I hope I can surprise you!"

Modrian stared at the glittering hero icon and whispered softly.

......

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Valoran leads due east, Ranvasur Castle.

The storm of sand and dust erodes the grass and trees, sucking the vitality of the plants into a dead and barren land.

The sky, the ground, and everything you can see are all filled with a mix of colors: yellow, red, and black, which represents death.

The wind and sand are endless, and some yellow sand that comes with a cold wind covers the wide city walls.

The Demacian soldiers stood by the battlements, holding shields behind the battlements, looking at the yellow sand storm in the distance, a hint of weakness in the depths of their eyes.

Corner towers of the city walls.

Poppy and Fiona stood side by side, and they had been watching the storm of yellow sand sweeping the world for some days.

At the current rate, it will be close to the castle in two days

"If we don't do it, our morale may collapse." Fiona glanced at the soldiers in the castle and whispered.

In the face of terrifying natural disasters, even the transcendent are somewhat powerless.

This is not something that can be resisted by courage and fearlessness.

Of course, at the current distance, the transcendent could have left the swept area before the Yellow Sand Storm came.

If you just leave, you will fall into the trap of the person behind you.

Not only the inhabitants of the castle, but also the eastern towns of the Valoran Lords will be threatened by the Yellow Sand Storm, and even the Valoran Lord's ongoing plans will be affected.

"I'll leave it to you." Poppy clenched the Hammer of Oren in his hand with a solemn expression.

Fiona looked sideways at the yodeler beside her, her short crimson hair falling to her ear, "Don't worry, I'll hold on until you come back." ”

Poppy chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with a touch of emotion, and she leapt down the towering walls and walked towards the storm of sand.

The sand and dust are raging, wrapped in the aura of destruction, and they move forward with an unstoppable momentum.

Poppy's pace seemed slow, but it was rapidly approaching the red-black storm, and the gilded armor was filled with a faint glow.

With a cup of tea, she could already get close to the yellow sand storm for thousands of kilometers, and a thick abyss aura came from the surface, scorching the air.

The golden light appeared in the pupils, and Poppy looked up, and the yellow sand accumulated in the storm was stained with a crimson color, gradually eroding the land, as if it were an abyss.

"Wow, there's nowhere to hammer it." Poppy gently lifted Oren's hammer, and a mysterious light rose from the hilt where the runes were engraved.

"But there will be peace here!"

[Firm demeanor]!

The golden glow of sunlight rises from Bobby's feet, dispelling the abyssal aura around him, and then bursting through the rolling hurricane with swift speed.

Before entering the storm, Poppy deliberately turned her head to look at the sky, a blue breeze swirling and swaying.