The door of the Chamber of Commerce is closed, but from the rich decoration of the gate and the high walls and green tiles surrounding it, it is clear that it is indeed a place of prosperity. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Although Ionia is relatively closed, with only one port open, and almost all trade with overseas is handled with the nearest Starfall Chamber of Commerce, it also makes the Chamber of Commerce here make huge profits from it.

They shouted outside for a while, and at last the door opened, and only two people came out of it. A man dressed in a man's clothes, holding a rolled-up paper tube in his hand, then unfolded the paper and pasted it on the outer wall of the Chamber of Commerce, which appeared to be a poster.

The other, dressed in satin costumes, was an equally gloomy middle-aged man, with no old appearance and a piercing gaze like a vulture hovering in the air.

"That person is Terry, the president of the Chamber of Commerce!" A sharp-eyed person recognized it and said.

Someone squeezed next to Reginard and whispered, as if telling some secret: "I heard that this guy is a bad guy who has raped his own sister." It is said that he lived a more corrupt life than his son. ”

Another man also whispered, this man was an Ionian, and the woodcutter was dressed as a woodcutter: "Yes, yes, for the rich, how many good things does the merchant have?" ”

At this moment, the man with a vulture-like gaze spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen of Noxus, I hereby apologize to all the guests who have traveled from afar for the dogs! ”

There was an uproar. Reginard had just heard the rumors in the market, and although he didn't believe them all, he also had a bad impression of this Terry, but he didn't expect this to be the case.

Are the Ionians really different, or do they have a special mind? Reginard thought.

Ahri was also surprised, and her ears were about to burst through the hat on her head.

"For your appeal, I have been clear, here posted a notice, from now on you can come to the Chamber of Commerce to register, go to the Chamber of Commerce to work in the textile workshop on the outskirts of the town! The treatment is five cents a day, although it is not much, but it is enough to survive the day! ”

The crowd was silent in amazement, then cheered, pouring into the Chamber of Commerce like a tidal wave.

"Great! I didn't expect it to go so well! Ahri smiled happily.

"Ionia is truly extraordinary." The weak chicken said lightly, he felt admiration and incredible.

"Of course, this guy is much better than your dead chicken." Ahri said, jumping up and down to leave, and continued to pursue the excitement. "I'm leaving! Dead Weak Chickens! ”

"Wait a minute."

"What?" She responded viciously, but stopped and turned her head.

He handed her a small cloth bag, tied with thin threads tied around the mouth, and Ahri pulled it open and looked inside, and there was a pile of oblate and round things made of metal.

"What is this?" She blinked with a pair of amber eyes.

"It's money, it's used in the town." The weak chicken explained to her with a look of pride in explaining to the ignorant. "Although food was originally given by the creation of heaven and earth, if some people cultivate it and some people process it into hot food, if they all take it casually for this reason, won't there be no one to plough it, no one to steam and sell it, and finally everyone has to go to the forest every day and risk finding food to eat?"

Ahri's face flushed, and she re-tied the mouth of the bag and tossed it in the palm of her hand.

"Got it......" With that, she stuck her tongue out at him fiercely.

……

The rails rattled and trembled, and the iron-clad steam locomotive roared, and a large puff of thick black smoke came out of the chimney at the front of the locomotive.

The Noxus transport officer choked on the smoke and coughed while whipping a couple of new kids: "Get up! All ready for unloading for me! Do you still want to eat?! ”

Then there was the sound of the leather whip breaking through the air, and the thin clothes of several young men were directly torn, and the skin was opened.

The steam train came to a slow halt outside the station, and the huge black iron locomotive looked like a sharp knife drill, hot under the steam, and the skillful craftsmen had quickly climbed up to the front of the locomotive, ignoring the scorching heat, and hung the hook in the groove above.

Due to technology, it is difficult for locomotive drivers to park the locomotive perfectly into the station, so it is often parked a distance in advance like this, and then the station transporters use towing ropes to drag the locomotive into the station, like a group of slender men on land.

But perhaps they were just there to enjoy the treatment, the welcome ceremony of being dragged into the station by the coolies of the inferior people.

A few muscular young men relied on their brute strength and pulled forward. The new boys were not used to this kind of life, and they had just eaten the whip, and the sweat and muscle tension made the new injury hurt, and there was even a young man with a shoulder injury, so he could only let the rope stranche into the whip marks, and the flesh and blood were blurred. The old man next to him was chewing on shredded tobacco, apparently accustomed to this life of selling coolies.

Some people can only engage in this kind of work when they are old, until they are squeezed out of the last drop of sweat and blood by this rapidly growing city-state.

Because this is Noxus.

Lower Noxus, once a poor area with starvation, is still a poor area, but the lower class of Noxus has some new neighbors - they are made of metal gears and shafts that make a rumbling sound, they don't eat, drink, or sleep, they run energy from nearby deposits of black crystal, and alchemists invent new technology to make black crystals produce a constant stream of black steam to propel these machines.

As a result, the obscure black crystal also has the reputation of "black gold".

At the same time, the Noxians of the lower city were given jobs and food, and in return they became humanoid parts of these steel machines. They don't have to go hungry anymore, and in addition to the brown bread lunches provided by their jobs, the black exhaust fumes from the countless machines that run on them also bring the heat of the load, and although the lower town is now smoky and sunny, it feels much warmer than when there is sunshine.

Rows of machine factories smoke billowed from the air, and black steam-powered machinery replaced human labor, creating a steady stream of stiffer armor and sharper blades. In the past, only in the superpower of Demacia could you see a regiment of dragoons, which wore uniform armor and were equipped with weapons, but now this situation not only appeared in Noxus, but also the army was larger than that of Demacia. Naturally, the handmade military blacksmith could not be compared to the steam wrought iron workshop in Noxus.

The soldiers of Noxus gathered in the arena, their red and black armor converging into a dark wave.

The city-state, which had survived under the iron hooves of Demacia's hypocrisy, had just emerged from the extravagant prosperity of the decaying aristocracy, and its thirst for power had reached the point of obsession. The strong dominate the society of Noxus, and the weak can only obey, and in order to further entrench this subtle law, it must be proved by war.

Noxus, the law of the jungle, stood at the pinnacle of Valoran with this concept.

"War...... It's about to begin. ”

The man stood alone on the highest stage of the martial arts arena, with a black-clothed man hunting behind him, his gaze was like a hook, and there seemed to be an eagle falcon among them, spreading its wings and flying over the vast sea of watch.

"Ionia."