【Ding..... Congratulations to the host and get the Hero Card: Sain! 】

Thorn!

Undead God of War Sain!

The corners of Modrian's mouth were a little stiff, there were too many surprises today, the smile has not stopped until now, and the excitement in his heart is irrepressible.

Consciousness penetrated deep into the items of the system, and a black and red card slowly rose and fell, dotted with two traces of crimson in between, like some kind of crazy eyes, and the deep black that diffused vaguely swallowed the brilliance of other cards.

Frowning slightly, Modrian seemed to think of something, some background rumors about the undead god of war Sain.

Sain is a stellar Noxian war hero from a bygone era, who once strangled a generation of Demacian kings to death with his bare hands. But he refused to die and annihilate, was not forgotten, and continued to serve the empire as a living corpse.

He is an unstoppable beast that will be unleashed when he reaches the positions of his enemies in Noxus, and will be slaughtered indiscriminately by anyone who stands in his way, proving that he has lost his former humanity.

Even so, Sain's rotten body was nailed into the rough armor and continued to rush into battle with frenzied recklessness, recalling his true self with every swing of the great axe.

Modrian suddenly hesitated, not knowing whether to summon this undead god of war who had lost his humanity, and then smiled, with the help of the system, what else did he worry about.

[Summon: Undead God of War Sain]!

The black-and-red cards shattered to pieces, and a crimson glow mixed with dark green data streams appeared on the floor of the back garden, painting a complex and mysterious six-pointed star array with one stroke.

Rumble!

The rich black-red brilliance soared into the sky like a sea of blood in the six-pointed star array, and a huge burly figure more than three meters tall could be faintly seen, and the bloody aura of madness and mania seemed to rise like a flame, swirling around the figure.

"No more chains? Free! ”

"Yes! Die! Die! ”

The sound of crazy self-gnawing suddenly sounded, and the restless and bloody aura that swirled around the body slowly changed, like a demon and a ghost with its teeth and claws, bringing a terrifying sense of depression.

Modrian's face changed, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, something called fear creeping inside.

"Crush!"

"Carnage!"

"Die!"

A hoarse roar resounded through the back garden, and the smell of blood suddenly expanded and erupted, destroying the green vegetation and splashing frozen earth.

Even the six-pointed star array was trembling, as if it couldn't suppress the huge and burly figure.

In the next moment, a stream of dark green data emerged from the crimson light, directly through the diffuse bloody aura, binding the burly figure like a chain, and even some of it poured into the skull.

The bloody aura dissipated, revealing the face of the burly figure completely.

A metal object shaped like a dagger was stuck diagonally on the hideous and ugly head, the crimson strip of cloth on the tail danced in the wind, and the eyes seemed to have two scarlet lights flashing with the intention of killing madness, and the heavy crown from Govin I pierced the jaw and the terrifying countenance.

Looking down, the black-red half-body armor was bolted to the torso, and the red armor belt around the waist was as dazzling as crystal, revealing some of the pale flesh and blood with a sense of death and corruption, similar to that of a living corpse, especially in its right leg, where the strong armor connected the muscles like a severed limb.

"The feeling of pain!"

Sain discarded the black axe he was gripping and held the hideous head in both hands, a painful and suppressed roar rang out, and the chaotic aura blew away the dirt and dust around him.

Not far away, Modrian stared intently, and the dark green data stream poured into his head from Sain's eyes, mouth, and ears, as if suppressing some dark will.

"Let me out!"

"Blood!"

A sudden roar of madness echoed over Fort Digwo, like a halo of solid light that shook away the howling cold winter wind.

But it was all in vain, the murderous intent in Sain's scarlet eyes was suppressed by the dark green data stream, the crazy look gradually returned to normal, and the self-snorting slowly disappeared.

In the training ground in the southwest corner of Fort Digwo, Darius stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at the location of the main fort, he felt a very familiar aura suddenly appear, his brows furrowed slightly, remembering which Noxian Empire hero had arrived.

When that crazy roar sounded, Darius's face changed, and before he had time to think about it, his figure disappeared directly into the training ground, and the moment he left, there were cracks in the bluestone ground.

Boom!

The iron fence in the back garden was slammed into the air by Darius, and when he saw that Modrian was safe and sound, he looked slightly relieved, and then turned his gaze to the large, burly pale gray figure.

"Sure enough, it's this crazy guy! Undead God of War Sain! ”

"Darius, why are you here?" When Modrian heard the loud noise, he looked back and saw Darius standing behind him, with a look of anxiety on his cold and domineering face.

Then, he saw that Darius was watching Sein vigilantly, and suddenly realized, a warmth filled his heart, and he chuckled and said, "Don't worry, it's all right, Sain is about to wake up." ”

Not only Darius arrived, but soon after, Gregory and Crane also hurried in, but unlike Darius, Gregory and Crane had a hint of fear and fear on their faces.

"Hmm....."

Sain slowly opened his scarlet eyes, which still had a little madness and brutality, and he looked at his surroundings in confusion, then at Darius for a while, and finally at Modrian.

"Sai.... Well, cf.... See.. Mo.. Morality. Lord Ryan! Sain took a heavy step and fell to one knee in front of Modrian, as if he had not spoken normally for a long time, and his speech and sentences were a little slow.

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

In the middle of the Kingdom of Stoke, the heart of Perris Castle.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Dulou!" In front of the door of the classical and elegant study, a heroic blonde man bowed slightly to the middle-aged man in a black and white butler uniform in front of him. "Is my father in the study?"

"Good afternoon, Master Kadir, my lord is taking care of some official business." Dulu smiled back, pressed his left hand on his right chest, and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Okay, I'll go in and report to my father about the dinner party that night." Kadir said softly, then gently pushed open the heavy wooden door of the study and stepped inside.

The study was not large, and there was a heavy feeling on his face, and Kadir looked up at Viscount Brooke Perris behind the gray-brown desk, bowed his head respectfully, and said softly: "Father! ”

After hearing the voice, Viscount Brooke calmly looked at the eldest son in front of him, and there was a majestic aura in his eyes: "Is there something wrong?" Kadir. ”

"Father, tonight's banquet has been arranged, and the invitations have been handed out smoothly, do you have any other arrangements here?" Kadir asked, blue eyes suppressing the unknown.

"Well done, just follow your arrangement." Viscount Brooke nodded slightly, revealing a smile of satisfaction.

"Okay, father, are we going to invite Modrian back to our house party this year?" Kadir held back the haste in his heart, and his tone was slightly indifferent.

Click!

The sound of the quills breaking sounded, and the silent and solemn atmosphere suddenly descended on this quiet study, Viscount Brooke put down his pen, and the dark ink rendered the official letter.

"No, he's doing well in the town of Irwindale, so let him stay there." Viscount Brooke's calm tone suppressed any emotion.

"But ..........." Kadir didn't say anything, after meeting his father Brooke's eyes, a majestic pressure suddenly came, even with his knightly strength, he couldn't resist, and finally he slowly lowered his head.

"Follow my father's arrangement!"

Outside the white corridor, Kadir stood quietly, thinking about the detailed information about the younger brother obtained from the Jeffrey family, a vassal with the strength of a great knight, and his indifferent face finally showed a hint of expression, cold mixed with ruthlessness.

"It's me, it's mine, no one can take it away, not even your father, you."

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

In the still classical and elegant study, Viscount Brooke was still sitting behind his desk, and his deep eyes occasionally flashed with a hint of essence, as if he was thinking about something.

"Dulu, arrange for someone to take my warrant to the city of Edalas, I hope that Count Raphael will not forget my old friend!"

"Yes, sir!" Dulu's voice rang out in the shadows, and the shadow faded.