The blazing sun hung high in the sky, and a bleak midday sun shone on the fortress of Lakstark, coating the different surfaces of the buildings with a thick layer of golden yellow and refracting mottled colors.

Nox Stola.

The portal unique to the Noxian Empire, at this time, the ripples in the center of the door are like ripples on the surface of a lake, and a touch of rich rune fluctuations are scattered into the air along the dark gray wall.

The air trembled, and the ripples exploded.

Svein walked out of Noxtola first, followed shortly afterwards by Ogst and Petrik.

Ogst still maintained [Guy's] appearance, with a handsome face, a tall body, ice-blue hair draped over his shoulders, and frosty pupils filled with surprise.

Petrick, on the other hand, is no longer in the form of an abyssal red dragon, but a strong, middle-aged man.

The crimson armor was draped over his body, and his long hair was as bright as fire stained with the smell of decay, and he looked extremely weak.

The two of them were like retinues, one small and one large, following behind Svein, silent.

The warm light covered the gray road in front of Noxtola, and the Noxian legionnaires who were walking in a hurry immediately saluted respectfully when they saw Svein, but as for the two people behind them, they didn't care.

"It's ..... Transcendent Legion? ”

Ogst carefully released his spirit, sensing the strength of each Noxian legionnaire, and a slight wave of emotion swelled in his heart.

As an undead dragon lich in the Winter Abyss, Ogst has lived for a long time, seeing elite legions and Templar Knights in many kingdoms.

Even so, in his memory, he rarely saw a transcendent legion full of professionals, especially the legionnaire in front of him, who was filled with an aura of iron and blood and had proven himself with killing.

Professionals are no longer ordinary people, but strong people who have stepped into the road of transcendence.

No matter where you are in the continent of Karadimos, the professional can easily live a nourishing life, and even earn a knighthood in some small kingdoms.

Of course, in order to welcome the arrival of their own gods, some temples will specially arrange some professionals who rely on the accumulation of resources to form a professional legion, which will be used as a façade to cater to the preferences of the gods.

However, compared to the army of professionals who have really experienced countless battles and grown up, it is not a level at all.

Not only Ogist, although Petrick often lives in the Red Lotus Abyss and rarely knows the situation of the main material plane, he has also heard of the strength of the professional legion, which is far from being comparable to the abyss monsters.

The Noxus Legion at this moment, impressed them.

But it's only profound, they are high-level legends, and they are also dragon legends, and the Noxus Legion has proven that its strength is very good in their eyes.

However, Ogst and Petrick they don't know.

The place where Noxstalla is located is only the tip of the iceberg of the fortress of Lakstak, and it does not represent the whole of the fortress.

In the same way, the Noxian soldiers stationed here do not represent the Noxian legions in Valoran's territory.

According to the plan of the interior of the fortress, Noxstalla was not far from the main fortress, and it was what he saw and heard in the middle of this journey that made Ogst and Petrick more and more silent.

Ogst, in particular, had secretly visited the fortress of Laxstak before his exile, and it was far less grand and tall than it is now, and the complex was not very dense.

And today, the environment of Lakstark Fortress completely broke his perception, and more importantly, he saw the terrifying potential of the fortress.

Perhaps Ogest and Petrick had tacitly assumed in their hearts that this was almost the full power of the fortress of Laxstak until they stood in front of the main fortress.

The blackened main fort is about 20 meters high, and the walls are engraved with numerous thorns and roses.

From a simple appearance, the main castle is like a combination of a palace and a castle, with a cold and solemn atmosphere, especially at the top, with a balcony and a few windows, breaking the inherent concept and being much more practical.

But the seemingly ordinary appearance could not deceive the perception of Ogst and Petrick.

In their spiritual world, the main castle in front of them was like a sleeping dark beast, slowly overflowing with majestic energy fluctuations, and the runes dotted around were like gray scale armor, dotting the solid outer walls.

Ogst and Petrick looked at each other and silently followed Svein's steps as they approached the arch of the main fort as they saw the Trefarli legionnaires guarding the main fort.

Great Knight!

The soldiers defending the main castle actually had the strength of a great knight, which made their hearts tremble.

Even in the bottomless abyss, a powerhouse at the level of a great knight can already be regarded as the leader of the abyss monsters, and he can get a little attention from the abyssal pan-consciousness.

Inside the main fort, the corridor is slender.

The gloomy surroundings stretched, and the magical light shone on Ogest and Petrick's faces, and the surprise and surprise in their eyes were undisguised.

Heavy dark gray armor, a sharp weapon glowing with cold light, and three dents engraved on the breastplate.

These guards wear similar standard armor, indicating that they are also a professional legion, and an extremely powerful professional legion.

Because the two of them felt a lot of strong aura close to the knight chief.

"Damn, isn't this crazy, a strong man at the level of a knight chief is a soldier guarding a castle?" Petrick's expression was calm, but there were huge waves in his heart.

Analogy with other professions.

Above the knight chief, is a legend.

No matter where it is placed, a strong man with the strength of a knight commander can completely defend one side. This is true even in the bottomless abyss, in the temple of the gods, in the dragon realm, in the elemental realm, and so on.

Crunch!

The door of the thick hall with runes opened, and Svein glanced at Ogst and Petrick behind him out of the corner of his eye, and immediately walked to the tall seat at the bottom left of the Iron Throne, bowed, and sat down gently.

Delicate magic lamps hanging from the dome shine brightly, decorating the ground like frost and snow.

As Ogst and Petrick enter the palace, they are greeted by the angular Iron Throne, glowing dark gray in the light of magical light.

Behind the throne stands a tall stone pillar with eight glittering banners carved into it.

Ogst looked closely, the flags were very unfamiliar, at least he had never seen them in his long memory, but he knew that these eight flags must have a very high status in Valoran's territory, otherwise they would not be engraved on the back of the throne.

Indeed it is!

The eight banners of different styles represent the important powers of the current Valoran realm: Titan's Peak, Freeljord, Demacia, Bandel City, Piltover, Zaun, Ionia, and Noxus. (Based on the heroes who appeared)

Moving his gaze downward, Ogst saw Modrian, but as soon as his eyes touched, he felt the breath in his body be extremely agitated.

"Legendary? How can it be? ”

What he saw now was far more shocking to him than anything before.

If memory is correct, Ogst remembers the first time he met Modrian, at a meeting of the nobles in the city of Edalas.

At that time, it was [Guy] who summoned Modrian, and his strength was nothing more than a knight.

Now it's a legend?

Compared to Ogst's inner horror, Petrick accepted his fate, as a prisoner, he stepped forward quite calmly, bowed and said: "Purgatory Flame Lord Petrick, I have seen the great Highness Modrian!" ”

The dull words brought back Ogst's thoughts, and he hid the fluctuations in his heart, and said with the same salute: "I have seen Lord Modrian!" ”

On the throne, Modrian's posture is casual, with Valoran's current strength, the two high-level legends can't attract too much attention from him at all.

"I haven't seen you in a long time, hmm... Shall I call you His Majesty Guy, or His Majesty Ogster? ”

"Just call me Ogst, don't dare to be your crown." Ogst frowned slightly, and replied softly, the meeting along the way had made him give up any additional thoughts, and he felt mortal danger in this palace.

Modrian leaned back in his chair and asked, "I heard that you brought news of the Abyss Invasion?" ”

"Yes, the Abyss Invasion, the war waged by the Abyss to invade the main material plane." Ogst said in a deep voice. "Maybe the lord has noticed that the current abyss invasion looks a little thunderous and rainy?"

Hearing this, Modrian could not deny it.

In fact, as Ogst said, the invasion of the Abyss in Valoran's territory was almost under control, and it seemed that there was no horror in any mythological tales.

He was a little curious about this, so he checked out some old books.

Strangely, the book only records the previous events of the Abyss Invasion, focusing on the disasters and hazards caused by the Abyss, and does not mention what exactly happened and what ultimately led to the end of the Abyss Invasion.

Ogst took a deep breath, and a little fear flashed in the depths of his eyes: "This all-out war belonging to the bottomless abyss and the main material plane cannot be avoided even by the gods. ”

"The current abyss invasion is only the initial tentative stage, and the so-called abyssal cracks are mostly small actions made by various layers of the abyss."

"Temptation?" Modrian moved his fingers and tapped lightly on the back of his chair. "So what will the final stage look like?"

"Eventually..... Each layer of the abyss will open a real abyssal passage with the main material plane, and all abyssal monsters can enter and exit the passage, enter the main material plane, and kill until one side is completely defeated. ”

Ogst remembers that he had participated in an Abyss Invasion far ago, as a dragon, not a dragon lich.

"Fully open?" Modrian's expression was solemn, which was a little different from what he expected.

The Karadimos Continent is so vast, if it is fully opened, there should not be a situation where one territory connects the third or fourth layer of the abyss, right?

"It will be a war between the gods of order and the gods of the abyss." Ogast couldn't see Modrian's inner emotions and continued to mumble to himself.

"It is also a war in which countless legendary powerhouses and demigod powerhouses have a chance to become gods."

"In that war, the gods were no longer supreme, eternal beings, and there was a danger of falling."

"Ragnarok?" When Modrian heard Ogst's words, he suddenly said that this was very similar to the Ragnarok War in the historical records.

"It's Ragnarok really, but it's not just the war of the gods." Ogst nodded in agreement. "According to the current situation of the abyss invasion, there are about five to ten years left, and it will reach the final stage, which is also the stage of real non-death."

"Will it be early?" Modrian thought about what had happened to the territory and asked.

"Not really..... I don't know much about this, I don't know much information, and the real core news may only be known to the gods, or the temple. Ogst hesitated, choosing to tell the truth, in this palace, he was under inexplicable pressure all the time.

Time destroys all traces, but the gods and their temples will keep records of certain important events, which Modrian is also very aware of, but the current situation of Valoran is not suitable for rashly disturbing the surrounding temples.

In the time that followed, Modrian kept asking Ogst about the details and key points that he didn't understand.

As the two sides engage in friendly conversations in the palace, coupled with the occasional interjection from the Lord of the Infernal Flames, Petrick, Mordian and Svein get a lot of useful information.

This is something that the Mokawi family, the Temple of Fortune, and the Barras family did not tell Modrian.

Dusk is gone, and the night is over.

The crimson glow was reflected inside and outside the palace through the crystal dome, covering the Trefali legionnaires who defended the main fort with a golden glow robe.

In the hall of the palace, Modrian ended the conversation with a sincere expression and looked at Ogst, the dragon lich who had lived countless times.

"I still remember my previous promise to help you make a shot within the scope of my ability."

He paused slightly, saw Huo Ran's relaxed Ogst, and laughed softly: "But I still want to ask, do you intend to join the Valoran Territory?" ”

"I do!"

The dull sound sounded like thunder, and Petrick fell to his knees and offered his honorable rites to Modrian.

？？？？

Modrian turned his head to look at Svein a little speechlessly, what was the situation?

This abyssal red dragon doesn't have a good brain? Or can't the people you're torturing stand it?

Svein shrugged his shoulders and gestured that he didn't know, huh...... He really didn't know.

This guy is too embarrassed to be a dragon clan, and before others asked, he directly knelt down and agreed, not at all like the image of the legendary red dragon who swallowed the sky and flames in the Red Lotus Abyss before.

"Your Majesty, you can think about it inside the fortress of Lakstark, I'll wait for your reply." Modrian said pointedly, as long as you don't leave the fortress, you can say anything.

It seemed that he already knew his next fate, Ogst nodded helplessly, he pretended to think about it, after all, it was related to what kind of treatment he would have when he joined Valoran, and it was indeed worth thinking about it.

He could also choose to escape, but after seeing Valoran's strength, a strange thought came to his heart.

Seeing Ogst nodding, Modrian looked at Petrick, the abyssal red dragon was still prostrate on its knees, looking very respectful.

"Give me your real name."

Each legend will have a secret real name, which is a symbol of their strength on the path of profound legend, and it is also the mark engraved in the depths of their souls, a unique representative of the world left behind.

Once you lose your true name, it means that your path will be affected, and even your self will be affected by those who control your true name.

The current Valoran Territory really needs some high-end combat power to guard various places, and since he has encountered an abyssal red dragon with high-level legendary strength, Mordrian's allegiance should be accepted.

By the way, you can collect some experimental materials by helping the Iron Glass City, such as dragon blood, dragon scales, and so on.