Chapter 167: Demacia Dragonbird Knight

[Scarlet Radiance]!

As if chanting his real name, when Modrian softly recited the power of his knight's aura, the blood-red pillar of light in front of him dissipated in an instant, and countless fine scarlet energy pounced on Modrian, who was spreading his arms like a bird's nest.

Not only that, but there were also the scarlet lines on his face, and the blood-colored red dots in the form of petals that dotted his skin, as if he had a sense of life, slowly surging to the soles of his feet, alternately connecting, and drawing a circular pattern that shimmered with a mysterious red light.

Blood-red swords cross in the center of the pattern, a crown of thorns hangs from the top, and around the circle is a circle of ears of wheat symbolizing victory.

"Is this my knightly aura?"

Modrian closed his eyes and felt the bonus from the blood-colored brilliance, the strength of his body increased, and the flowing life energy accelerated to burst out with more majestic power, as well as a fearless intimidating momentum.

"In addition to the simple self-buff, there are also special effects given to the legionnaires. If it is placed in the middle of a local war, it is indeed possible to try to change the final outcome of the situation. ”

It is no wonder that every aristocratic force is careful to protect their own war knights, in addition to hard cultivation, study and comprehension, only the iron-blooded battlefield can make a war knight grow, and the uncertainty of war can be controlled by anyone.

Therefore, every war knight who grows up is the core existence of the aristocratic forces, and they can influence the direction and trend of a small and medium-sized war, and usher in more deterrence and sufficient interests for the family.

When he opened his eyes, Modrian felt as if he was in control of the world, until he saw Quinn and Kree, who were still standing on the left and right.

The invisible pressure easily shattered Modrian's illusory feeling, this was not deliberately done by Quinn and Kree, but Modrian, who had just broken through at the moment, was in a special state.

After stepping from the Great Knight to the Knight Chief, the increased strength made him somewhat unable to control the life energy in his body, and after the power that overflowed from his body touched the bodies of Quinn and Kree, they naturally fought back.

Fortunately, Quinn and Kree reacted instantly and controlled their strength in time, so as not to hit Modrian after the breakthrough.

"Sure enough, I made the right choice." Although Quinn's Cree's performance was not obvious, Modrian still noticed that after all, he was also in the knight chief stage now, but the gap between them made him shake his head slightly.

As mentioned before, in each different realm, each person's combat ability is also different, and relying on the power given by the system to forcibly break through to the knight chief Modrian, even with the Codex infusion of the weapon master and the guidance of Darius, compared with these legendary heroes of the Valoran continent, the gap is very obvious.

The path of the war knight can narrow these gaps as much as possible, focusing on the knight's aura, he can integrate the power of the legion under his command, not only to achieve the realm of letting the command pass quickly, such as the realm of the arm, but also to use the power of the aura to gather the power of the entire legion, gathering into the body of one person, and every move can stir the power of the laws of heaven and earth. {The premise is to ensure the real-time combat ability of the legions under your command, which is also the limitation of the War Knight path.} }

"Congratulations to the Lord for going one step further!" Kree and Quinn stepped forward at the same time, and the slightly shorter Kree stood on Sgar's saddle with his head slightly raised, as if trying to stabilize Quinn at his side.

It seems that even the constant full-value loyalty given by the existing system cannot stop the feud between the Demacian Empire and the Noxian Empire from spreading for countless years. Modrian thought helplessly when he saw the situation in front of him.

After receiving their congratulations, Modrian called out the system, and the rudimentary panel emerged in the pupils.

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

[Name: Modrian Perris]

[Strength: Knight Captain {Knight's Body, Crimson Breathing Method, Knight Aura: Blood Radiance}]

[Blue Essence: 620 points]

[Orange Essence: 0 o'clock]

[Victory Points: 0 points]

[Item: Random Class Card*1]

[Golden Shield: 85124]

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

As Modrian walked down the tower, he browsed through the system panel, followed closely by Quinn and Crane behind him, but Sgar seemed to overcome his timidity and approached as if he were nothing.

"The number of golden shields is enough to sustain the development of Valoran Territory, will the Blue Essence continue to be used now? And a random class card? ”

The tangled emotions are entangled in his heart, and the harvest of this glorious festival day is enough to surprise him, especially the breakthrough of his own strength, so that he has enough confidence to face everything in the next sweeping tide.

Gently stroking his chin, a hint of hesitation flashed in Modrian's eyes, and he finally made up his mind.

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

【Yes!】 】

Choosing to be sure, the familiar black card appeared in front of his eyes, slowly rotating around his pupils, making Modrian's face slightly gloomy.

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host and have obtained Noxus Imperial Cavalry*100! 】

Go on!

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

After seeing the second card, Modrian's face suddenly darkened, and it seemed that Lady Luck's favor had disappeared, and he decided to give up and continue.

It's just that.........

Modrian's eyes involuntarily locked on the [Random Class Card*1] in the system panel, and a certain itchy feeling gently scratched his heart like a cat's claw.

"Hold back, hold back, can't be tempted, this harvest .........."

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

【OK!】 】

The crimson glow slowly faded from the surface of the card and melted into the card, releasing a faint silver glow that slowly enveloped the panel, completely devoid of the effect of the top-level troops that had been summoned.

"Damn, I shouldn't have ............."

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

Before the distressed thought disappeared, a cold system prompt sounded, and Modrian stopped, the silver-white card reflected in his dark pupils.

The knight in Demacia's heavy armor sat on the back of the dragon bird, and the heavy weapon he held resembled a horse, but at the edge of the blade, it was slightly forked, forming different blades on both sides, and the cold light still flickered.

"Demacia Dragonbird Knight, and that Demacia Heavy Armor!" Modrian stopped with interest to look at the details of the cards, but he didn't want the timid Sgal behind him to crash into his back.

Boom!

A dull voice sounded, and Modrian couldn't help but stumble, but fortunately, with the strength of the knight chief, he didn't wrestle.

When he turned his head to go to the 'person', he saw a frightened Sgal, and his slender tongue involuntarily swallowed, as if he was apologizing humanely.

"Skir, you bastard coward, what are you doing?" When Kree saw this, he jumped on Sgar's back, put his foot on the saddle, and scolded the dragon lizard.

"Okay, Kree, don't act, I'm fine." Modrian looked at the pretentious Kree speechlessly, and said helplessly, if you want to teach Sgar a lesson, please don't hide the long-handled battle axe on your waist.

Patting Sgar on the head, Modrian continued down the stairs down the tower, now thinking about traveling, as there wasn't much time left.

According to the agreement, after the Glorious Festival, in the third week of the spring season, Limontanlu will convene a noble council, and it will take a long time to reach the royal capital from the town of Irwindale, and even the road to the city will not be 'smooth'.