The Legend of Valoran Heroes of the League of Legends

Chapter 201 Void Invasion
North of Bandle City, Sable Rock Mountains.

The blade-like mountain was originally the best city wall of Bandle City, but it appeared fragile due to the massive invasion of an unknown creature that could ignore the terrain.

This creature, with three eyes and four legs, and a purple shape, is not a native creature of Valoran at first glance.

Moreover, the number of such creatures is really terrifying. On the pitch-black Blade's Edge Mountain, countless purple creatures poured down like waterfalls, pouring into the boundary of Bandle City.

Top of the Sable Mountains.

Vladimir stood on top of a blade, looking gracefully at the tide-like purple creatures under his feet. The mountain wind passed by, bringing up his scarlet windbreaker and hunting.

Beside him, on another blade, a man covered in a purple cloak raised his right foot lightly, floating above the black blade, and the mountain wind gently stretched the scarf behind his hood.

This person's purple clothes are covered with strange charms shining with a faint blue light, and on his waist, a dagger that also shines with blue light is so conspicuous.

"Are these void creatures really as powerful as you say?" Vladimir said interestingly, looking at the void creatures constantly emerging beside him.

"First of all, they are not called void creatures, but void spirits. Secondly, whether they are powerful or not is not my decision, but what you see." The man replied with a strange illusory voice.

It seems that the two people don't know each other, but they know each other a little bit.

"Unexpectedly, you also understand these bitter philosophies."

Vladimir played with the blood cell in his hand, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I really don't understand why Swain would let us two people who have never met to join forces? To do that, I will do it alone. enough."

"I don't think you can accomplish that by yourself, and you have never met this thing. From the moment we met, it was already an untenable thing."

"Haha, interesting."

Vladimir bowed in a very gentlemanly manner, and said with a smile, "It's our first meeting, I'm Vladimir, a noble blood mage."

"My name is Malzahar, and I used to be a prophet in the mainland."

Malzahar said emotionlessly, "Now, perhaps you can call me Voidseer."

"Then, it's a pleasure to meet you, Void Prophet."

Malzahar looked at the purple ocean in front of him, but in his mind, he was thinking about everything he had experienced before and after he entered another world, the world called Void.

While most men went mad under the glare of the Shurima sun, Malzahar lost his mind in the embrace of the night.

Malzahar was born to be a prophet.

Although his talent has not yet reached the level of perfection, his ability is the greatest blessing of Valoran.

Because he has a strong perception of the complexity and changeability of fate, some unwelcome things take advantage of it and gradually erode his subconscious.

In Malzahar's dream, where the veil of isolation was the weakest, an evil spirit was calling to him.

At first, Malzaha was able to resist this strong temptation, but as time passed, the voice of calling became stronger and stronger until Malzaha could no longer resist.

Lured by some kind of enchanting talisman, Malzahar went deep into the desert with his best friend, Kassadin, without any supplies.

Their destination was a declining civilization in the east—a place that was recorded as Ecacia in ancient books.

Few believe this place ever existed, and those who do believe that Ecathia must have been swallowed up by the sand.

Just when Malzahar and Kassadin's legs could no longer support them, they found themselves kneeling in front of a strange collapsed obelisk.

Surrounding the obelisk are ruined alien citadels, and colossi of corrupted dark spirits.

Malzahar's eyes saw things that ordinary people should not see, and thus filled the void.

Once, his precognitive vision of the future was choppy, but now he clearly saw the scene where Valoran would be besieged by void creatures.

Standing in the wind and sand dunes, Malzahar defeated the bewitching voice, and with the help of Kassadin, at the cost of his own life, he cast a forbidden technique to seal the void gate that appeared in front of his eyes.

When he woke up again, he found himself floating in an endless void world, and Kassadin had disappeared.

In the endless void, Malzahar was floating chaotically, and it was unknown how long it had passed.

His body was transformed day by day by the energy filled in the void, and his mind was transformed day by day by that bewitching voice.

Until one day, someone opened the seal that should have been impossible to break.

"The earth will disappear, the ocean will dry up, and the sky will fall... They will all come."

This is the first sentence Malzaha said after waking up. This is the picture he has seen countless times in the void world.

And the person who heard him say this was none other than Swain.

"It's not just them, there is also endless darkness."

This is what Swain told Malzahar.

After some secret talks, Malzahar, who had been reborn, adapted to his new power in the void gate, and at the same time followed Swain's guidance to form a... void army in the void world.

Time flickered.

Malzahar had already landed on the mainland of Valoran with his void army, and he looked at the army he formed without saying a word.

"Then, my lord prophet, do you have any good arrangements?" Vladimir asked softly, seeing Malzaha in a trance.

"No."

"So, we proceed as planned?"

"Why not?"

"I just can't figure out why Sweeney is mobilizing so many people for this mission. In my opinion, this mission is just a simple one."

"Don't underestimate these little guys in Bandle City, they will make you feel tricky."

"No matter how tricky they are, they're just a bunch of little hairy dwarfs."

"Whatever, as long as you can complete the task."

"Then I will go ahead."

"Good luck."

"Haha."

Amidst that slightly piercing laughter, Vladimir's body suddenly fell, turning into a pool of sticky blood, flowing down the rugged mountain road.

The scarlet pool of blood, swept into the purple torrent, is inconspicuous.

However, after a while, the pool of blood quietly left the purple torrent, sticking to the uneven ground.

The blood pool was not conspicuous at all on the pitch-black ground, especially when all of Bandle City's attention was focused on the purple torrent.

This pool of blood just silently penetrated through the cracks in the walls of Bandle City and penetrated into this impregnable city.

In Bandle City, in an uninhabited corner near the Academy of Sciences.

In the sticky blood pool, Vladimir's pale face lifted up from it.

"Hehehehe, the blood of that yordle last time was really delicious."

Vladimir stuck out his scarlet tongue, licked the corner of his mouth, and said with a smirk: "Use magic to free a few living yordles first, and then go to complete the task, hahahaha!"

(End of this chapter)