Chapter 409

"Welcome to delay alliance!"

In the six pointed star array where the light dissipated, dreven's figure appeared in the center of the French array. The taupe fur coat dressed itself. The perfect fitting cutting was obviously to show the sexy muscle lines. The wolf skin cloak on the shoulder matched the broom like hairstyle.

The most striking thing is that the two half man high flying axes behind dreven are different from ordinary battle axes. Their structure is strange. Usually, the sharp edge of the axe is to the right or double-edged.

The flying axe blade he carried was at the front of the axe. The style of the axe handle was more like the hilt of the epee. Especially at the grid, there were three sharp spikes protruding out, cold and cold.

"Oh ~ oh ~ Oh!" dreven walked up to modrian with a small sliding step and bowed slightly: "I've seen your Lord." at the moment, he looked elated and his eyes were curious about the new world. Knox, he was not satisfied with that empire and longed for a more prosperous world stage.

"Swein is under the crown." dreven turned his head and greeted the commander of Knox. He and his brother dreus belonged to Swein, which was his experience when he joined the army. Later, when you enter the prison system of the immortal fortress, you can also see svein behind you.

"Oh Huo, invincible wesselo, I didn't expect to see you here." dreven ignored the others, locked Zhao Xin with his excited eyes, and brushed his beard slightly.

Before he entered the prison system, the liquidator battle in the arena was the most popular killing performance, showing his strength with blood as a bet, while the loser wesselo was the most famous among the liquidators and left countless legends.

The silent Zhao Xin looked at the eye-catching blatant dreven and said softly, "honor the executioner. Even in demacia, I have heard of your reputation."

Dreven smiled at the speech. He knew it was an apology, but he also enjoyed it, indicating that his charm remained. Looking around, he stood behind swain and waited quietly.

Modrian stopped working the scarlet breathing method, his eyes flashed over dreven, and a flash of intelligence flashed in his mind: the prison system, the arena, the Valoran collar, seemed very interesting.

Put away his thoughts. The lottery is not over yet. He can expect more.

[host, do you want to randomly select * 10 from the League of heroes?]

[OK!]

In the retina, cards are illusory and uncertain, and colorful colors bloom, masking modrian's desire to spy.

[Ding..... Congratulations to the host. You have obtained demacia Soldier * 100!]

[Ding..... Congratulations to the host. You have obtained demacia elite cavalry * 100!]

[Ding..... Congratulations to the host. You have obtained demacia Soldier * 100!]

[Ding..... Congratulations to the host. You have obtained demacia Soldier * 100!]

[Ding..... Congratulations to the host. You have obtained demacia Soldier * 100!]

[Ding..... Congratulations to the host, get the equipment: the last whisper * 1!]

[Ding... Congratulations to the host. You have won the noxas cavalry * 100!]

[Ding..... Congratulations to the host. You have won the Knox expeditionary cavalry * 100!]

[Ding... Congratulations to the host. You have won the noxas cavalry * 100!]

[Ding..... Congratulations to the host. You have obtained demacia armor maker * 100!]

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

When acquiring the system information in front, modrian's pupils contracted slightly and he was quite frightened. The continuous cards of [demacia soldiers] did scare him, but it seemed to be a good harvest in the end.

The consciousness is gently moved to the cyan card in the system item. With a very delicate stroke, it gently depicts the bronze crossbow body and sharp arrows, which slightly stings the soul.

"[the last whisper], very good equipment." a faint smile appeared in the corner of modrian's eyes.

Click!

The cyan card was broken into strands of dark green data flow, slowly outlining the six pointed star array. However, in a moment, the FA array was broken, and a light crossbow appeared in front of him.

[last whisper]

[origin: unknown]

[item rarity: low level magic item]

[material: fine steel, dense silver, forged gold]

[weight: 30kg]

[Rune attribute: + 20 attack power]

[passive: armor piercing effect, which greatly enhances the penetration and destruction power of arrows]

[Note: whispering echoes in the night. It is the gaze of death and the Reaper of life. All targeted journalists cherish the last time.]

"Tucci." modrian reached out and gently touched the bronze crossbow, feeling that it was a solid sharp weapon for harvesting life.

The source of the plague came out from behind, leaned down and said respectfully, "Lord." his crazy eyes locked the light crossbow, full of desire. As Zuan's most famous connoisseur, he has seen how attractive the light crossbow in modrian's hand is.

More delicious than frozen soda, no... more moldy yogurt... No... more delicious than my favorite cheese!

Even if he could touch it, it was very good for him. If he could get it, Tuqi vowed that he would definitely live and die for the Lord.

Modrian saw a fire in Tucci's eyes and smiled softly. Without teasing the paranoid mouse, he handed out the light crossbow: "the last light language will become your most trusted partner."

The threat of the gate of sorrow is always hanging over Valoran. The plague area needs people to explore. The strength of war masons is not enough to enter, so they have lost several people. Now the emergence of Tuqi can well solve this problem.

"No, it will be the second trust object of Tuqi, and the Lord is the only!" Tuqi took the last whisper, opened his mouth and said with a smile. His moldy teeth have saliva. He likes this light crossbow very much.

Modrian shrugged his shoulders, such an obvious flattery? When he moved his mind and clicked the [arms] interface, he saw the icon belonging to demacia emitting silver light.

[demacia armourmakers: This is a group of highly skilled craftsmen who integrate the design concept of demacia's armor and weapons: elegant but simple and simple, and minimize excessive decoration and practical functions.]

"The glory of demacia?" modrian whispered softly. This random selection has won many demacia arms and strengthened the demacia Legion under his command. Although it is still not as good as the noxas legion, the gap is narrowing with the naked eye. "Galen and Bobby, they should be happy!"

I looked at the panel information, and there were 1285 points in blue awesome. Besides, there were 200 orange highlights. He hoped that the system would give us strength and hope that we could continue to have heroes.

[host, do you want to randomly select * 10 from the League of heroes?]

[OK!]