In the quiet room, the dim and dim light fell, and the heavy wooden frames that had collapsed and destroyed could be seen everywhere.

The once mottled glow of magic vanished, leaving only energy-cleansed, bumpy ground

Modrian, on the other hand, is content, at least for him now.

On the left are Galen and Zhao Xin, and on the right are Svein and Darius. It also represents Noxus and Demacia.

[Blue Essence: 1180 points]!

And the belated [New Year's Pack*1]!

Looking at the technological system panel that appeared on the retina, Modrian thought for a while and decided to give priority to rewarding himself with a ten-draw draw, which can be regarded as a celebration of the rich content of this system update.

[Host, are you sure to conduct a League of Legends random selection?] 】

【Yes!】 】

Modrian chose to be sure, and a series of quaint cards suddenly appeared in his consciousness, slowly rotating around his pupils.

When the command is confirmed, a series of system prompts sound in the ears.

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host for obtaining Noxus Cavalry*100! 】

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host, gain Demacian Soldier *100! 】

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host for obtaining Noxus Cavalry*100! 】

Very familiar pattern, haven't seen it in a long time.

Unfortunately, the luck at the beginning doesn't seem to be good, and almost all of them are low-priced troops.

One by one, the cards surged out in his consciousness, and Modrian looked at the black and white cards floating in his consciousness like an outsider, and his expression was quite relaxed.

After all, 5,000 points of blue essence have already been used, and I don't care about the current little.

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host, gain Demacian Soldier *100! 】

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host for obtaining Noxus Cavalry*100! 】

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host for obtaining Dreadnought Legionnaire*10! 】

Dreadnought Legionnaires, top classes!

Modrian smiled with satisfaction, the unexpected gain, is it the luck brought by Galen?

The draw still goes on and doesn't stop because of his thoughts.

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host for obtaining Noxus Cavalry*100! 】

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host, gain Demacian Soldier *100! 】

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host, gain Demacian Soldier *100! 】

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host, you have obtained Demacia Dragonbird Knight*10! 】

Not..... This... It doesn't seem to be very lucky.

Modrian looked at the cards spinning in his pupils, trying to retract his thoughts.

All of them are class cards, and only two of them are top-tier classes, is this because of Galen's God-King status?

Sure enough, the temperament of the system has not changed, and I hope this [New Year's Pack*1] will not be like this this time.

Without hesitation, Modrian decided to complete the draw in one go, so as not to miss it in his heart.

[Host, do you want to open the New Year's Pack*1?] 】

When his consciousness touched the golden New Year's bag, Modrian's expression was flat and he made a choice, but his heart was silently praying for the favor of Lady Luck.

【Yes!】 】

The golden rune light renders the field of vision, and the delicate cards of different colors stay quietly in the items, and the different drawing styles can clearly distinguish the deviation of attributes.

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host, get a random equipment card*1! 】

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host, get a random building card*1! 】

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host, get a random Hero Card*1! 】

Ha, good luck.

Modrian looked at the three cards that were spinning with a hint of surprise on his face.

Phew!

Purple-gold brilliance flickered, and random building cards appeared on Modrian's fingers, dancing gently.

[Host, are you sure you want to use a random building card*1?] 】

【OK!】 】

The purple and gold color slowly faded from the surface of the card, as if immersed in the inside, and the gray-brown material inside was exposed, turning into a very familiar rock card.

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host, get the building: Noxtola! 】

After receiving the information provided by the system, Modrian's fair face showed a satisfied smile.

After Valoran's territory completed its expansion, due to the strength of its troops, only a small number of defenders could be arranged in some areas, and even with the support speed of the Demacian Dragonbird Knights, it would take a certain amount of time.

Of course, none of this will be a problem after the system is updated.

Wouldn't it be better if [Building: Noxtola] existed? This is how the rune magic of the Noxian Empire is used.

In addition to being a portal itself, it also represents the conquest of the Noxian Empire.

And now, it represents the conquest of Valoran.

"Go on!"

The thrill of the lottery is impossible to refuse, especially after an addiction and when you have a lot of money.

Modrian began to eagerly continue to extract cards.

Phew!

Another crimson card dances on his fingertips, mysterious patterns engraved on the corners of the card's hollows, attracting obscure energy.

[Host, are you sure to use a random equipment card*1?] 】

Equipment Cards.

Ha, Modrian suddenly sounded the [Dedralsa's Twilight Blade] that was opened by the equipment card before, which is a very good weapon.

So what will be the result this time?

【OK!】 】

A dense stream of dark green data breaks down the purple lines on the card's surface, and the golden and blue light gradually fills the field of vision.

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the Tempest Sword*1! 】

As the system's prompt sounded, the purple pattern completely faded from the surface of the card, and a luxurious giant sword appeared in the center of the card.

The pure blue hilt of the sword is very conspicuous, the golden sword head and the front cross gauntlet glow mysteriously, and the blade has a sharp aura that exudes the biting cold.

"Tempest Greatsword!?" Modrian's brows moved slightly, it seemed that this time it really had something to do with Galen's fate?

【Tempest Greatsword】

【Origin:???? 】

[Item Rarity: High-level Magic Item]

[Material: ???? 】

[Weight: 40 kg]

[Runic Attribute: +40 Attack Damage]

[Note: This is Galen's weapon, the power of Demacia, and was awarded to Galen by Gavin III in the Hall of Valor in front of the palace.]

Galen held this sword and guarded the territory of Demacia year after year. 】

Click!

The golden-blue cards slowly shattered at the fingertips, and pieces of trivial debris floated in the void, like a paintbrush depicting a mysterious six-pointed star array.

Phew!

The brilliance dissipated, and the embodied Storm Sword appeared in front of him. Compared to the cards, this greatsword looks much more quaint, with a wide blade glowing with cold, and the dried blood stains in the blood tank show the honor of the past.

The golden head and the front cross gauntlet wrap around the blue hilt, giving it a restrained and gorgeous color.

"Galen, this is your weapon!" Modrian pointed to the Tempest Greatsword and whispered to the force of Demacia at his side.

"Thank you!"

Unexpectedly, Galen said a kind word, and then stretched out his right hand to grasp the hilt of the sword suspended in the air, and a flash of white-gold light soaked the Storm Greatsword.

Looking down at the familiar giant sword in his hand, Galen's expression moved slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Darius not far away, and then stood quietly.

Now, only [Random Hero Card*1] remains!

"Whew..... Some anticipation! Modrian breathed a sigh of relief, the results of this system update were very good, at least far beyond his expectations.

The fetters of fate, even if they are relative, are a rare help for the current Valoran Territory.

It also indicates that the heroes under his command have a different way to improve.

Status, what does it represent?

Is it the skin system of a past life, or does it have some other meaning?

All this requires him to grope step by step and then discover the truth.

Modrian suddenly liked the feeling.

The unknown always keeps him curious and looks forward to the future.

[Host, are you sure to use a random hero card*1?] 】

【OK!】 】

In an instant, the crimson cards were annihilated at the fingertips.

Instantly, a crimson glow filled Modrian's pupils, slowly forming a dark purple card with a strange style.

Singular, is this style.

Then there is a faint pleasant sound gently echoing in the ears!

[Equilibrium, between all things!] ]

......................

As the sun set, a reddish twilight spread from the plains, staining the white clouds with blood, the hills with blood, and the fortress of Fosbayro red.

In the silent atmosphere, the breeze was light, accompanied by the whimper of the jackdaw, blowing a little dust and blowing a peculiar smell.

The fortress walls, the once brightly lit watchtowers, have long since disappeared.

Under the half-ruined walls, dry corpses and broken armor were buried, and on the top floor of the stand-alone watchtower, a red flag fluttered high.

The most striking thing is that there are two broken heads hanging on it, and the flesh has long been devoured by the jackdaw.

"Why? Why? Why treat us like this! ”

In the corner of the city wall, a young man in tattered clothes looked at the head of the banner and muttered to himself.

Infinite sorrow swirled around his dead face, without a trace of life, as if abandoned by the world, only the hatred in the depths of his eyes supported him.

"Master Crabus, we should get out of here, or the patrolling lizardmen soldiers will find out about our peeps." Beside him, an old man, also wearing gray muddy clothes, said silently.

The old man looked at the red banner that fluttered high, it was a flag soaked in the blood of all the defenders of Forsbello Fortress.

And the two broken heads belonged to Count Nikita and Administrator Opa.

These two are heroes who have fought against the lizardmen invasion to the death!

The young man, known as Krabers, got up in silence and left, the only surviving descendant of Count Nikita and his youngest child.

Forsbayro Fortress, which, a year ago, was the most important fortress in the northwestern defense of the province of Blackwood, is now a dead place.

The streets of collapsed houses are littered with broken and dried corpses; The wide streets were littered with the corpses of civilians who had fallen neatly to the ground, left behind by the massacre.

There are even some slick corpses exposed to the twilight, tattered, and extremely distorted faces that tell the pain of life.

The entire fortress was filled with a fishy smell that made the air smell terrible.

But there are still a few surviving humans here, who play a game of hide and seek with the small lizardmen stationed here.

If the results are good, but if they fail, those exposed corpses are the best proof of this.

Yes, after the destruction of Forsbello Fortress, the Kokel tribe of the kingdom of Besilik only defended for two months, leaving a small number of lizardmen and gnolls to guard the area.

Most of the failures in the game of hide and seek are caused by the gnolls because of their keen sense of smell.

Grunt! Grunt!

As Krabers advanced, some rubble fell, startling the two of them at the moment, and then the two of them looked at each other before continuing to walk cautiously.

Until in the ruins of a ruined building, Kraberth and the old butler infiltrated it, and disappeared into the underground vault of the Naku family, where they saw many surviving elite soldiers and ordinary civilians.

Everyone here has a dead silence on their faces, relying on mechanical movements to survive, fulfilling their physical instincts and the fear of death.

However, when they saw Crabus, they would all salute respectfully, knowing that they could survive because of this young master of the Naku family and the food stored by the Naku family.

The underground chamber, the innermost simple room.

Crabus took off his torn shirt and washed his face, revealing a young but strong face, with some pink scars on his exposed upper body, which were the result of a battle with the gnolls.

He is a transcendent knight, the youngest knight of the Naku family, and he has grown a lot in this year, and he also understands some simple truths.

No matter how strong a person is, he can't help people who are dead.

Maybe it's possible to be legendary, but he knows his limits, and it's almost impossible for him to step into the path of legend.

"Uncle Marshall, do you think we still have hope?" Crabs stopped and said abruptly.

The gray-haired old man was slightly stunned, and then his wrinkled face tried his best to show a gentle and friendly smile: "Believe in yourself, Young Master Crabus." ”

"You will definitely recreate the glory of the Naku family!"

"But I don't even believe in myself anymore!" Crabs turned around and looked at the old man in front of him, his face a little pale.

When he saw the heads of his dearest father and uncle today, he suddenly had a glimmer of realization.

Recalling the trip to Limontanlu that he had managed to obtain a month ago, he completely understood many things that he had not understood.

"What happened to us in Limentano?"

"This sad country has abandoned the Naku family, hundreds of thousands of its people, and the province of Blackwood."

"Haha, even thousands of lizardman soldiers and gnolls don't dare to provoke!"

"It's really a bunch of filthy aristocrats, I hate them, I hate this country, I hate everything in this world!"

Marshall was slightly silent, his cloudy eyes showed a hint of helplessness, looking at the hysterical Crabbus in front of him, not knowing how to comfort him.

Maybe even he didn't know that his once fiery heart and blood had already become cold and stiff!

"It's time for them to come, those damned scum and brutes!" Crabus drew a dagger from his waist and walked slowly towards the gray-haired old man, the beloved uncle.

"Who are they?" Marshall replied unconsciously, and then he seemed to remember something.

With wide, cloudy eyes, he looked at Crabs, who had become extremely strange in front of him, and opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

"Those gnolls and lizardmen!"

"Today is the day I pay tribute to my father, and it is also the day to destroy our indifferent world!" Crabs said coldly.

"I left some smell on the way back, the smell of human blood!"

"But what about the people out there?" Marshall swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said dryly. He thought of the hundreds of humans living outside.

"Ha, why do those who have long lost the meaning of life continue to live?"

"Isn't liberation the best destination?"

"Listen, the killing sounds outside are so beautiful and intoxicating!"

At some point, the underground chamber of the Naku family resounded with the sound of frantic killing, piercing begs for mercy, and some relieving fights.

Poof!

The sharp dagger stabbed Marshall in the heart, and Crabs's face was full of distorted color, and hatred was dense in his eyes.

"Let's sink into darkness together, Uncle Marshall!"

"Ahem.... Ahem...."Marshall didn't dodge, with his strength he could easily dodge the attack, but he didn't.

Looking at Crabs in front of him, his cloudy eyes showed a gentle color, this child who he grew up and brought up.

Perhaps, it is really a relief!

Consciousness dissipated, but Marshall did not resist, allowing Crabs to take his last life.

Whatever he would do with his body, it would be for the Naku family, just as he had left the battlefield where he should have died and escaped with Crabus.

It's finally over!

Tick! Tick! Tick!

The spilled blood gradually stained the room, connecting the ground with some strange pattern to the outside environment.

No one can escape the escape room!

Oh, and the only way to survive is in this simple room.

Crabs didn't think about leaving, he gently laid down Marshall's body and placed it in the center of the room.

Then he was half-kneeling and used a dagger to dig out the heart of the great knight.

The fresh breath formed a certain connection with the killing outside, and a faint black mist suddenly appeared in the room, gradually permeating.

"I, Krabersnakul, with the blood of the Naku family, with the heart of a great knight, sacrificed to the darkness, believing in the darkness, and willing to do anything for the darkness."

Crabs gripped the dagger in his hand, his dark eyes staring at the surging black mist.

The sound of approaching footsteps pounded on his heart, and the smell of rust permeated his nostrils.

He knew it was finally time.

Poof!

The dagger stained with Marshall's blood stabbed into his heart, and then Crabs gritted his teeth and pulled the blood of his heart with his left hand, touching the faint mist.

Suddenly, the mist that filled the room was filled with a majestic and invisible strange energy, which made Crabs's body and soul groan overwhelmed at this moment.

"Darkness will come to the world!"

"The plague will destroy everything!"

Well, it's over, a sad life! Crabs thought unconsciously............