Suddenly, like a spring breeze in the night,

Thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

......

In the year 1461 of the Starfall Calendar, the glorious festival day.

Cold, silent morning.

Modrian had just finished his breakfast in the main castle dining room, and took a leisurely moment to stand in front of the balcony overlooking the fortress of Lakstak, which had been plunged into a snow-white world.

Last night's sudden heavy snowfall covered all the buildings in the fortress, and the snow was covered with snow, bringing a strong visual impact.

It fits the winter snow scene described in the poem in my memory.

"Has Sigrid arrived?" After admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him, Modrian turned his head to look at Zhao Xin behind him, and asked softly.

Now that the Mokawi family has sent a representative over, the Valoran Collar must pay attention to it.

After all, the Mokawi family is one of the thirteen clans of the Blood Clan, and they are the overlords of the Abyss of Original Sin, and the power behind them should definitely not be underestimated.

As a descendant of the Mokawi family, Sigrid was a perfect fit for this meeting.

"Waiting outside the door." Zhao Xin replied respectfully.

"Well, then let's go down and arrange for someone to accompany you to the abyss of original sin." Modrian took one last look at the snowy landscape, stepped off the balcony, and walked to the door of the restaurant.

I don't know why, he always felt in his heart that this meeting with the Mokawi family would happen unexpectedly, very much like ..... The meaning of whim, and some of them are derived from the legendary self-perception.

(Each legendary crown will have a certain probability of perceiving the change in his or her fate in advance, and manifest it as a special omen.) ）

So Modrian decided to go in person, and of course, there would definitely be heroes to follow.

This does not have to be considered by himself, and many heroes under his command will also make decisions for him, no matter when and where, safety is the first guarantee.

......

The bluestone streets are covered with layers of soft and cold snowflakes.

Modrian tread lightly on the snowy road, looking around at the scene, a smile appeared on his calm face.

As the winter sun shines, the fortress of Lakstak is already enveloped in the festive atmosphere of the glorious festival day, and the Noxian soldiers stationed there are groups of noxian soldiers cleaning and decorating the fortress streets, and the sound of laughter echoes in the sky.

The Noxian soldiers, who have been busy and fighting for most of the year, enjoy their leisure time, they are not machines, they need to rest and adjust, and this time of the Glorious Festival is the best time to relax.

However, such a snowy scene and prosperity disappeared completely after entering the abyss passage.

It seems to be a spatial shift between different planes.

Even though Valoran had already drifted away from the winter snow, Mordrian's walk into the abyssal passage did not detect a trace of winter chill, but everywhere he could see a reddish mist like a living thing, moving and climbing on the wall of the passage.

Majestic life energy bloomed around his body, and Moderian shook his head slightly as he looked at the mist that had brought seduction and depravity.

He's grown up so fast that he's a legend now, no longer the poor little lord he used to be.

......

The seventh abyss: the abyss of original sin.

Ruined temples, abyssal altars, eerie portals.

The crimson mist surged, and the portal rippled like ripples.

Modrian was the first to step forward, followed by Panson, Svein, Zhao Xin, and Sigrid, as well as a ten-man squad of Trefali soldiers.

"Nasty breath."

Looking up at the crimson sky, Modrian grumbled softly.

The weather in the Abyss of Original Sin never seemed to change, no matter how time passed, it was red from beginning to end, and the air was mixed with the inexplicable smell of blood.

"Sin and blood."

Standing at the gate of the ruined temple, Modrian looked at the desolate red earth, and somewhat understood the origin of the name of the seventh layer of the abyss, and it was no wonder that the demons and demons in the abyss managed to enter the continent of Karadimos.

These are completely different worlds from the bustling main material plane.

"My lord, Galen and His Highness Ash are already waiting for your arrival in Chiyan City."

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

"Where's the Mokawi family?"

Mordrian's brows were slightly frowned, the sense of repulsion in the surrounding space made him a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, he could return to the main material plane after meeting the people of the Mokawi family this time.

"Already waiting outside Chiyan City." Nakuri replied respectfully, I don't know if it was an illusion, he felt that the strength of the lord seemed to have improved compared to not long ago, which brought him an inexplicable sense of oppression.

After getting the answer he wanted, Modrian motioned for Najuri to get up, and then walked away from the Ruined Temple and headed for Red Flame City.

The sooner the Mokawi family's affairs are over, he can also go back sooner.

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

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

Walking on the barren red plains, but with a cup of tea, the rough and savage Red Flame City appeared in Modrian's field of vision.

Compared to the previous one, this slightly rough city has changed a little, with more watchtowers and defensive buildings, and the style is more refined and practical than the kingdom of Demacia.

From afar, Moderian saw Galen standing in front of the city gates, and behind him were the Dreadnought Vanguard Legionnaires.

Behind him is Chesterton Flame Leslie, the former Grand Butler of Red Flame City, and now the Leader of the Abyss Fire Boy.

"Your Lord." Galen saw Modrian's figure and said respectfully.

Hearing this, Mordrian stared at Galen in front of him, his tall and strong body was covered in the armor of a madman, and the Storm Sword was behind him, and the ancient scabbard retracted the cold light of the blade.

After looking at it this time, he clearly sensed that Galen's strength had increased again, and it seemed that he had touched the peak of his strength at this stage and was seeking a breakthrough.

"The power of the God-King?"

"Tsk.... I suddenly had some envy for Darius and Galen, these two guys barely needed to practice, and their strength was steadily improving. ”

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

Glancing at Chesterton, Modrian whispered, "Arrange for the Mokawi family to arrive at the palace, and I will meet them there." ”

"Do as you command, great Lord Modrian." Chesterton bowed slightly, crimson flames filling his body.

During the time that Valoran was in control of Red Flame City, the garrison Demacian legion cleaned up many monster gathering places in the surrounding area.

Conversely, Chesterton also reaps some benefits.

For example, his strength has taken a big step forward, and along with his lifespan, he has also gained an additional increase, which was unimaginable before.

Chesterton is no longer the old man he used to be when he captured Red Flame City.

The skin of the black lava flows with molten flames, the scorching temperature warps the air, and the breath of life flourishes.

Click! Click!

Chesterton received the order, and hurried away, heading for the place where the Mokawi family was.