"Welcome to the Delai Alliance!"

In the six-pointed star array where the light dissipated, Draven's figure solidified in the center of the circle, a taupe fur tunic that dressed itself, a well-fitting cut that was obviously designed to show off the sexy muscular lines, and a wolfskin cloak draped over his shoulders that matched the broom-like hairstyle.

The most striking are the two half-human-tall throwing axes behind Draven, which are different from ordinary battle axes in that they have a bizarre structure, usually with the blade part of the axe facing to the right, or double-edged blades.

The blade of the flying axe he carried was at the front of the axe, and the style of the axe handle was more like the hilt of a heavy sword, especially at the sword grid, there were three sharp spikes protruding from the outside, and the cold light was cold.

"Oh~oh~oh!" Draven walked up to Modrian with a small slid step and bowed slightly: "I've seen Lord Lord." At this moment, he looked radiant, and his eyes were full of curiosity about this new world. Noxus, he is not satisfied with that empire, and longs for a more prosperous world stage.

"His Majesty Svein." Draven turned to greet the Noxian Commander, who had been under Svein with his brother Darius, who had been in the army. Later, when he entered the prison system of the Immortal Fortress, he could also see Svein behind him.

"Oh, Undefeated Vescello, I didn't expect to see you here." Draven ignored the others, his eyes flashing with excitement locked on Zhao Xin, and his two beards flicked slightly.

Before he entered the prison system, the Liquidator fight in the arena was the most popular killing show, risking blood as a display of power, and Viscello the Undefeated was the most famous among the liquidators, leaving behind countless legends.

The silent Zhao Xin looked at the eye-catching and coquettish Delevingne, and said softly: "Glory Executioner, even if you are far away in Demacia, I have heard of your reputation. ”

Draven smiled when he heard this, he knew it was an apology, but he also enjoyed it, indicating that his charm was still there. Looking around, he stood behind Svein and waited quietly.

Modrian stopped running the Scarlet Breathing Method, his eyes swept over Draven, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: the prison system, the arena, the Valoran Collar, it seemed interesting.

Put away his thoughts, the lottery in front of him is not over yet, and he can expect more.

[Host, is there a League of Legends random draw*10?] 】

【OK!】 】

Inside the retina, the cards are illusory, and the colorful colors bloom, obscuring the jade hope that Modrian is watching.

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

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host, you have obtained Demacia Elite 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, gain Demacian Soldier *100! 】

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host and get the Gear: The Last Whisper*1! 】

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

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

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

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host, you have obtained Demacian Armor Maker*100! 】

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

When he got the previous system information, Modrian's pupils contracted slightly, and he was quite frightened, and the cards of the [Demacian Soldiers] that appeared in a row did scare him a little, but in the end it seemed to be a good harvest.

Consciousness moved lightly to the cyan card in the system item, and the delicate brushstrokes gently depicted the bronze crossbow body and sharp arrows, and a touch of sharpness slightly stabbed the soul.

"[Last Whisper], very nice equipment." A faint smile appeared in the corner of Modrian's eyes.

Click!

The cyan card shattered into wisps of dark green data, slowly outlining the six-pointed star array, but in an instant, the magic circle shattered, and a light crossbow appeared in front of him.

[The Last Whisper]

[Origin: Unknown]

[Item Rarity: Low-level Magical Items]

[Material: stainless steel, silver silver, wrought gold]

[Weight: 30 kg]

[Runic Attribute: +20 Attack Damage]

[Passive: Armor-piercing effect, greatly enhancing the piercing and destructive power of arrows]

[Notes: The whispering echoes in the night, it is the gaze of death, the reaper of life, and the last time of those who are marked.] 】

"Tucci." Modrian stretched out and gently touched the bronze light crossbow, feeling the solidified sharpness, which was indeed a terrifying weapon for harvesting life.

The Source of the Plague walked out from behind him, leaned over on his forelimbs, and said respectfully, "Lord Lord." Those crazy eyes locked on the light crossbow, full of longing. As Zaun's most famous connoisseur, he had seen how alluring Mordrian's light crossbow was.

than solidified soda, not ..... than moldy yogurt... No.. It's even more 'delicious' than your favorite cheese!

Even being able to touch it would be nice for him, and if he could, Tucci swore that he would definitely die for the lord.

Modrian saw the heat in Tucci's eyes, and laughed softly, not teasing the paranoid mouse, handing over the light crossbow in his hand: "One last whisper, it will become your most trusted partner." ”

The threat of the Gate of Sorrow always hangs over Valoran's Territory, a plague area that needs to be explored, and the War Masons are not strong enough to enter, and they have already lost several men. Now the emergence of Tucci can solve this problem very well.

"No, it will be the second trust of Tucci, and the lord is the only one!" Tucci took the last whisper and cracked his mouth and said with a grin, salivating from his mildewy teeth, and he loved the light crossbow.

Modrian shrugged his shoulders, is it such an obvious sycophant? Consciousness moved, clicked on the [Class] interface, and he saw that the icon belonging to Demacia released a silver glow.

[Demacian Armor Makers: This is a group of highly skilled craftsmen who have integrated the design concept of Demacian armor and weapons: elegant but simple and unpretentious, and try to minimize excessive decoration, plus practical functions. 】

"The glory of Demacia?" Modrian whispered softly, this random selection has obtained a lot of Demacian troops, strengthening the Demacian Legion under his command, although it is still not as good as the Noxian Legion, but the gap is visible to the naked eye. "Galen and Bobby, they should be happy!"

Glancing at the information on the personal panel, there are still 1285 points of blue essence, and 200 points of orange essence in addition to this, he hopes that the system will be more powerful, and he is looking forward to the arrival of heroes in his heart.

[Host, is there a League of Legends random draw*10?] 】

【OK!】 】