Outside of Irwindale, Noxus Prison.

The dawn glow shone down on this dark and gloomy majestic building, like a dark beast, slowly opening its claws.

Prison Warden Delevin stood like a stone sculpture at the top of the stands, his calm eyes looking down.

The once huge and bustling ring of the stands looked a little empty, with no spectators in sight, except for a few Noxian soldiers stationed at the edge of the stands.

Click! Click! Click!

In the corridor behind him, there was a crisp sound of footsteps, and Draven's expression moved slightly, and his calm eyes rippled.

As soon as news of the war in the kingdom of Besilik broke, he had stopped holding the hugely popular Delai League tournaments, and all the reckoners were ready to go to the front under his arrangement.

Refuse?

Draedne looked out at the arena strewn with dried blood and minced flesh, and no reckoner dared to refuse his call, for those who refused were all buried in the reddish sand.

"Is there a reply from the lord's side?" A familiar aura appeared in his perception, and Dravin asked, a touch of crimson life energy appearing in his eyes.

Sigrid stopped in front of the corridor, a delicate black leather armor clinging to her bumpy and seductive body, her long lilac hair scattered over her shoulders and extended to her delicate waist.

She looked at the warden in front of her, bowed slightly, and replied, "Lord Lord, let us wait for one or two, and then there will be a task entrusted to us, and then we will go to the province of Blackwood together." ”

The Mokawi family in the abyss of original sin is no longer credible, although Valoran still maintains a certain cooperative relationship with the other party, Sigrid has already seen everything and made his own destiny choice.

Originally, she thought that she would be entangled and hesitant in front of the choice, but at the final moment, she found that the so-called choice of fate was very simple.

The Mokawi family, one of the thirteen clans of the Blood Clan, is the mainstay of the Hidden Alliance.

Perhaps for the former Sigrid, she will be extremely eager to return to the Mokawi family in her heart, after all, with the blood power of the blood clan, this family is the best destination.

It's a pity that as Valoran grew up, she experienced a lot of things, and she saw more and more things, those things that were outside the boundaries of the blood clan.

If you have to use a metaphor, at the beginning, she was just an infiltrator sent by the Mokawi family in the Stoke Kingdom, and her strength was no more than that of the Viscount (Grand Knight).

And after she became a follower of Modrian, her strength has increased, and she has been promoted to the rank of Earl (Knight Chief), and has the qualification to peek into the path of legend.

"Task? Well, then we'll wait for the task to come. Draeven waved his hand, and as he turned to leave, he seemed to remember something, and looked at Sigrid, his trusted deputy.

"Send the Noxus armor to the liquidators, I don't want the Liquidators in the arena to be left after the war is over."

Sigrid nodded lightly and replied in a deep voice, "I'll arrange it." ”

The liquidators, nominally prisoners of the prison, but also many of them joined the prison arena in pursuit of the path of promotion, and their strength is very good.

Inside the dark and gloomy prison, bright magic lamps hung from the solid walls of gray-white rock, and tiny runes flickered.

In the gray-white world, every strong prison exudes a rich and bloody atmosphere, and can become the clearer of the people in Noxus Prison, there is absolutely no weakling, all of them are the elite of the elite who have survived countless bloody battles.

Looking at their aura, at least they have the strength of extraordinary professionals, and many have a more powerful and ferocious aura.

Squeak!

The shrill and piercing sound of doors echoed through the prison corridors, followed by the sound of regular footsteps, dense and neat.

Illuminated by magical lights, the sharp-clad Noxian soldiers stepped into their cells in an orderly manner, laying down their carefully crafted heavy armor and a weapon of death with a glittering cold light.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

The smell of blood was agitated, and all the reckoning looked at the armor and weapons in front of the prison, and at the Noxian soldiers who walked by, knowing that the war was coming, and that the time had come to rush to the front line of the border.

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

To their surprise, these were not ordinary items as they imagined, but high-quality equipment embedded in runes, which were not as good as magic equipment, but they were enough for them to use.

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The seventh abyss: the abyss of original sin.

Wisps of restless crimson aura emerged from the dark and dim blood-colored sky, like the revival of the abyssal pan-consciousness, awakening the boundless evil power.

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

"My lord, what's going on?"

Chesterton Flame Leslie, the current commander of the Abyssal Fire Child, who assisted Galen in taking control of Red Flame City, happened to be patrolling the city walls when he saw a vision of the sky dome and hurried to the palace.

"It's just a change in the abyss, do your own thing." Galen waved his hand casually, signaling for Chesterton not to worry and to pacify the Abyssal Fireboy who was rioting in the city.

Watching Chesterton's figure disappear into the palace, he gently clenched the sword of divine justice in his hand, and the silver-white light lingered in his eyes, as if the Heavenly Lien was showing endless majesty.

"No one can get past my defenses, not even the so-called gods!"

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Ranvasur Castle.

Crimson glow poured from the sky, like a pale veil draped over the bodies of Bobbi and Fiona, who stood silently on the city wall, looking into the distance.

As far as the eye can see, a storm of sand and dust is engulfing the oasis at a slow pace, engulfing the grassland, and gradually approaching the castle.

Strange in its path, the dust storm actually bypassed the fortress of Contello and headed straight for the castle of Lanvasur.

"It's time to start!" Bobby said in a deep voice, the gilded armor filling the pale golden glow.

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

"Demacia won't back down!"

"Yes, it's Demacia, and we're never going to back down." Poppy looked at Fiona at her side, and slowly removed the hammer of Oren from her back, as if she knew what was going to happen, and the handle of the hammer glowed brightly.

She had many doubts buried in her heart, who was the hero of Demacia she was looking for? Until all the heroes she thinks are dead, only herself.

Thinking back to the battle that woke her up, she couldn't help but whisper to herself, "What would I do if I were a hero?" ”

Suddenly, a bright smile appeared on the yodeler's face.

"Swing your hammer with all your might, and smash all the enemies that come your way!"