The huge waves in the land of runeterras were set off, and the fuse of the whole thing, Wu Wenxu, who was called the new generation demon by the Valoran Continent, was originally pinned on by countless wicked people, and was even respected as the leader of the evil era, and powerful thugs wanted to chase at the feet of men, among which there were many powerful ninth-order great magicians, but disappointedly, this earth-shattering big man seemed to have disappeared.

Yes, since the throat of the Hokuriku, he has completely faded out of Valoran's sight.

Now, in addition to a few top figures in the Land of Runeterras who know about Wu Wenxu's existence, the disappearance of this legendary demon, the leader of the spirit of the evil times, has made many wicked people feel chagrin and displeasure, with such negative emotions, it is a crazy burn, more collapse of order and peace!

War College.

A pair of black steel gloves were placed on the obsidian frosted tabletop, which was surprisingly bright enough to see that the owner cared for them, and through the light of the ochre yellow wrench fingers of the black steel gloves, under the dark shadow of the silent hall, two men sat silently.

"As you know, it disappeared into League of Legends before March, and no one knows where it is."

The dark red light spots in the seven weird light bulbs shimmered slightly, and the owner of the black steel glove spoke in a bad tone, he pursed his lips, his thin lips turned white, and the terrifying fourteenth-level Holy Demon Master, his body, quietly changed in these words.

"In fact, I've been entangled with it for five years, and I'm very worried about its unexplained disappearance, and on the fifth of last month, I found a snowy dragon that had been torn open and devoured in the Iron Ridge Mountains, and I cut off the tooth-chewed keel from its head."

On the ochre yellow wrench, a cold gray hand appeared on the finger that was easy to be an ordinary person, the hand was covered with thick black hair, his five fingers were thick and strong, comparable to the claws of a vicious bear, the sharp and curved iron-colored nails were a little cracked, and countless bright red thin blood was hidden in the tiny cracks, which made people shudder.

He took the miserable white keel held on the iron-colored fingertips, and the crazy and messy tooth marks on the surface of the keel made his fingers twitch visibly.

The hardness of the dragon bone is no less than that of a diamond mixed with alchemy magic, and the dragon clan on the Valoran continent is extremely rare, excluding those low-level land dragons, the dragon clan will only appear in the abandoned land that is corroded and twisted after the rune war, the dragon is not only good at flying, but also good at dragon magic, and their ability will never be lower than the cultivation of the eleventh order magic master.

"Did you eat the dragon alone......

This uneasiness made the atmosphere in the chamber much stiffer.

The two remained silent, listening to the thunder and thunder outside the house, and the torrential rain.

"It has a very strange habit that it kills and eats on species that it will not touch again, and this habit is good for us, at least for now."

The Lord of the Claws didn't want to endure the oppressive silence any longer, and he moved the bench, the hard obsidian chair cracking under the weight of his massive body.

"I've been following its tracks ever since, from the southern end of the Iron Ridge Mountains to the west of Phi City, and I finally understand its purpose."

The man lowered his voice, and said with a serious and dejected expression, "That's the borderlands in the far west of Leather City, cursed on the ice field. ”

"It's going to hit that thing's idea!"

The obsidian bench was overturned, and the ground made a painful groan, and Master Yi's straight and resolute golden figure seemed to make the sound of the rainstorm outside the house half weakened, he paced back and forth, staring uneasily at the torrential rain that washed the War College outside the curtain, his mood was as depressed and low as the darkness.

"It has to be stopped."

The adjudicator simply issued the king's order.

That guy is really crazy.

What is a dragon, does it really think it can devour the Heart of Darkness? Its evil and madness make it not care at all, if that guy is awakened, the whole of the north will be plunged into endless destruction!

The owner of the beast claw sucked the depression deeply into his abdomen, he covered his dark abdominal muscles, dispersed the enchantment of the magic curtain, and the sound of the rainstorm became loud, sandwiching the cool silk, which made him suddenly sober up a lot: "The power of the cursed land is a bit complicated, there are hundreds of clans, and the Ice Descendant clan has existed for thousands of years, so they will not care about the deterrence of our War College at all. ”

"I heard that Nar also went north?"

"Yes, I wasn't able to stop it, but I received an ancient message the other day, vaguely suggesting that it was in the ranks of the Sources of Chaos."

"The source of chaos." Master Yi suddenly stroked his beard and squeezed it suddenly: "Although I have a grudge against him, I must trust Marzaha's judgment, that kid needs to survive." ”

The owner of the claw didn't understand what he meant, so he wisely chose to listen.

"Marzaha sealed Wu Wenxu's seventh forbidden spell, and Karthas planted a bone ring in his heart, that ring could deprive him of his life at any time, and, before becoming a magister, the bone ring and the death of the skeleton will be sealed forever, Wu Wenxu is now just a kitten that has lost its claws, so there is nothing to fear."

"So, you can choose to help him after you go to the ice field, the ice descendant and the clan are the distorted existence of Valoran, and if it continues, it will always bring disaster, since that kid wants the territory, you can help him to eradicate the clan and the clan, protect the north, and never let it wake up that guy......"

There were strange magic fluctuations in the council chamber, and it was the owner of the beast's claw who raised the iron arm with an ancient bayonet strapped to it, and under the raindrops, he could see the blood in his fingernails wriggling, and he stared at the cloudy Valoran sky, and was silent for a long time.

"I'm not a politician, but I'm not stupid."

"In the inevitable future, Valoran will usher in a third cleanup, do you want allies or enemies?"

The man was silent, still in a decadent voice: "I just want it to die." ”

"Its purpose is clear, we can't find it until it finds the Heart of Darkness, so integrate the Lands of the Damned and find the Heart of Darkness before it does."

"Snowman Rider - Nunu, Great Explorer - Ezreal, Monkey King - Monkey King, I will send the three of them to assist you and Nar, unfortunately there are only these three powerful heroes left in the alliance, the recent turmoil, I can't send people I can't trust to the north, if something goes wrong and can't stop it, the North Continent will really be finished."

"You seem to be going to fight that guy in the desert too?"

The beast-like man's voice became more and more trembling, and his heart was full of excitement, about the wonderful duel between the two epic powerhouses, and how many powerful existences can be hunted in the cursed land?

"Nasus is no match for him, the desert lands are retreating, the last peace is trampled on, and I must take action myself."

"Tomorrow, you can go."

"Remember, the War College is your strongest backup at all times."

Howling on the north side of the swamp, in the snowfields of Veneolia.

The ancient tribe is the last remnant of the culture on the snowfield, and a few days ago, it suffered from the Noxian Iron Horse, and there were only more than 1,200 people left in the empty plain.

The young man with a face like a crown of jade stood tall, his eyes were far-reaching, and he stared at the north with a distracted gaze.

His heart had not been at peace since the Battle of the Throat of the Hokuriku had been in the mouth of a Noxian captive, and his thoughts and blood were surging, and it was Piltover in the far distance, in the far north.

He believed that Engong must have arrived safely in Picheng, and with his ability, he might have planned the borderless land, and was quietly dormant, waiting to soar into the sky!

When the man was full of thoughts, and his plain white clothes rolled with the cold wind, a moving girl wearing a goose yellow cotton jacket came behind him, and the girl silently stared at the man's back at the end of the curtain, she felt distressed, this pain was not only sad for her brother's lack of talent, but also the man in the north who didn't know the news.

Sensing the crisp sound of the snow sinking, the man quickly retracted the confused and lost look in his eyes, but showed a warm smile, and said to the thrillingly beautiful girl: "Cold Moon, the weather is cold, your body is weak, don't walk around." ”

"Actually, the patriarch is looking for something for you." The girl said quietly.

Patriarch?

Walking through the depressed camp, Linglong's back couldn't hide his sadness.

"Ahem......"

The old man, who was lying quietly on the couch, struggled to stand up.

Compared with two months ago, his appearance has aged a lot, his white hair has almost fallen out, and his bare head with black sores makes Linglong can't help but bite his lip, this patriarch has made too many sacrifices for the sake of Rommel Raven's family.

The old man seemed to see what Linglong was thinking, he shook his head indifferently and said: "Don't be sad for my sacrifice, we have been able to survive all these years thanks to that traitor, Linglong, you come here." ”

Linglong knelt beside the patriarch respectfully, his hands on the ground, and completely buried his handsome and dashing face between his palms.

"Ahem, ahem!" There was a violent cough, only to hear the old man say weakly: "I know, you really want to know what you saw in the prophecy of the ****, I called you this time, I want to solemnly announce this matter." ”

"The object of my prophecy is the Grace Father."

Linglong raised his head in surprise, he didn't understand, he really didn't understand, why did he have to pay the price of ten years of life for the sake of the old patriarch of Engong!

"His life is prosperous, and there is no star on Valoran that shines more than his, and he went to the Cursed Ice Field, where the chaos prevents me from prophesying any further, but... Ahem, the Heroic Spirit of my ancestors is vaguely telling me that he will lead us Rommel back to its former glory! ”

"Back then, your parents were brutally killed by that traitor in order to protect you, I know, you have been dreaming of revenge, and now that Cold Moon has inherited the great prophecy of our Raven God, and you have inherited the peak wisdom of the Rommel family, it is time to unleash the blade of revenge and go to the ice field."

"You, Rommel Linglong, are now the next Raven God Patriarch!"

(End of chapter)