When Svein walked in front of the blighted monster, it seemed to sense some terrible aura in the bottomless abyss, and its creeping body slowly froze, not even daring to move the vines that extended out, like a still sculpture, humble and frightened.

Not only it, but the restrained vampire banshee's eyes widened, the resentment dissipated, a touch of horror permeated the ugly face, and the unpleasant smell emanated between the legs of the steely muscles.

Poof!

The hard bark had no defense, and Svein's left hand sank into the blighter's body like a scalpel, and after stirring vigorously, he pulled out a wriggling, blue-black twig from within.

Fingers twisted, branches annihilated, wisps of black mist swirling around fingertips.

Svein's nostrils moved slightly, and he inhaled the black mist, and an inexplicable harsh sound exploded.

"Someone is behind them..... The smell of evil, something familiar. Gently closing his eyes, Svein's gray silver hair moved with the wind. Much like the mole-like dark blasphemous priests. "The Shadows who once appeared outside the fortress of Lakstark.

Dark blasphemous priests, bottomless abysses, dark monsters?

Modrian frowned, does this indicate that there is an abyss passage opening in the plague area? Otherwise why are there so many dark monsters from the bottomless abyss.

Looking up at the green wind swirling and floating in the sky, he still remembered that there was an abyss passage sealed inside the fortress, and these monsters in front of him reminded him that he almost forgot his memory.

Consciousness surged, reflecting the image of the azure blue bird, and Modrian's spirit moved lightly, telling Jana to call back the old guy walking in the Lenwall Mountains, so as not to get his home stolen in the end.

"Inform Sigrid that I don't care what she does, and that I must see her in the camp at dawn tomorrow."

According to the information provided by Benny, the vampire banshee, the vampire, is a very interesting relationship. Sigrid's identity is from the Mokawi family, one of the thirteen clans of the blood family.

Modrian left the walls first, and spent the rest of his time strategizing and planning the route of the information gathered by Kree and the War Masons.

The full moon hung high in the silver night, the frost of autumn stained the dark sky, and the crows circled and whimpered.

Until the light of dawn slowly illuminated from afar, the blue and white dawn and the faint mist blended together, staining the camp field.

In the bedroom, Modrian had not slept all night, and the crimson armor had not left his body, he carefully took out the gray spear and the gray shield from the space ring, and his expression was a little reminiscing, speaking of which, these two pieces of equipment have been with him for a long time.

Picking up the rag on the table, he began to gently wipe the carefully polished shield and the glittering blade of the spear, and as the movement progressed, the high emotions in his heart gradually calmed down a lot

Squeak!

The door opened, and in the light of dawn, Modrian stepped out, Zhao Xin was already waiting at the door, and then Sigrid stood quietly, her beautiful face stained with a little wind and frost.

"Do you know what's going on?"

"It's already clear." Sigrid said with a slight salute, a ripple in her crimson eyes. "Since there is the appearance of the Vampire Banshee, then there must be a Blood Clan in the plague area." The deft tongue licked the red lips.

"I'm a little curious about which clan came to the main material plane."

Modrian nodded his head and motioned for Sigrid to set off together, he didn't know the relationship between the Bottomless Abyss Blood Clan, but since he offended Valoran, then don't blame him for being ruthless.

Walking outside the pale conference room, there were already Crufali legionnaires waiting with their crimson horses. Modrian got on his horse, tightened the reins, and rode his horse expertly.

Behind him, Svein, Darius, Zhao Xin, Sain, and Kree followed in turn, followed by the Tryfali legionmen, who were held by the armor and walked in silence.

As the autumn sun poured down the streets, Modrian rode his horse, passing through each street with Noxian cavalry saluting each building until it crossed the drowsy walls.

The cool autumn breeze blows the red flags, and the bright light shines on the green fields.

As far as the eye could see, there were four steel jungle-like Noxian arrays standing above the field, and on the far right and in the center were hoplites in pitch-black armor, heavy shields standing in front of them, and their right hands clenched the sharp spears in their hands.

Further to the array to the left, there were Noxian cavalrymen riding crimson horses and holding their spears aloft, their coldly glowing blades shimmering crimson, and their fiery eyes under the metal mask staring at the figure in front of the city wall.

Finally, there is a huge array of juvenile dragon lizards and Noxian bloody vanguards, and the appearance alone has an incomparably impactful sense of oppression.

Under the blue and silent sky, an invincible momentum rises to the sky!

Looking at the steel array in front of him, Modrian's expression was slightly excited, for this campaign, he had mobilized more than 10,000 Noxian soldiers, occupying most of the military forces in the territory.

"Let's get started!"

As soon as Modrian's words fell, a vague sinuous shadow rose from the distant sky, and as it approached, the silver-gray scale armor reflected the morning sun, and there was a feeling of golden glitter.

Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!

The continuous roar resounded, setting off transparent wind waves, and the Demacia dragonbird fanned its slender wings and advanced at high speed. As he approached the camp, the dragon knight on his back tightened the reins and controlled the speed of his flight.

Looking from below, a dark green glass contraption can be seen on the hind limbs of the Demacian dragonbird, in a steampunk style, apparently from Sinjid's alchemy laboratory.

The device is not large, only about one cubic meter, and the viscous green liquid contained in it sways slightly as it flies, looking a little strange and weird.

"Put!" The three drakeknights at the front roared, and when the Demacian drakes approached the plague area, they dropped the glass device that their hind limbs were holding.

The clear trajectory of the fall was visible, a subtle sound of breaking the air sounded slightly, and the glass device tumbled and fell into the green mist.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The glass device came into close contact with the wilderness and grassland, and with the help of gravity, the fragile glass shattered instantly, and a viscous green liquid splattered on the mist.

Something unexpected happened, these liquids and plague mist actually entangled and absorbed each other, a little liquid was enough to absorb a square of gas, and then the two actually dissolved, leaving no trace.

From the outside, the green liquid in the glass installation, which is only one cubic meter, directly dissolves a large area of green mist, as if purifying the air.

Even the plague mist that caused the creeping could not get close to the purified area, and the gas that had just penetrated would slowly dissipate.

On the side of the Noxus array, Sinjid's tall figure haunted, his numb face faintly revealing a nervous smile, and his eyes of different colors were full of madness.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry over and collect data!" Sinjid commanded the alchemy technology researchers behind him to rush into the purification area, swinging the mechanical devices they carried.

Staring at the scene in front of him, Modrian smiled, raised his right hand, and swayed it slightly.

This is why he dared to take the Silver Pine Province into his pocket, Sinjid's genius idea made these plague mist useless, but just in case, he still let his soldiers wear [Plague Breathing Apparatus].

Behind him, Darius saw Modrian's movements, and rode forward, his crimson cloak pulling out a dazzling ribbon.

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I'm sorry.,Today's Sakura's mentality was a little fried by the two trainee trolls.,Resulting in no energy to code words.,The second one is a little late!