"The Varrant family, known as the violet that blooms on the sword!" Modrian recalled the amazing feeling he had seen when he saw His Royal Highness Guy Craigie Varrant, and the unfathomable strength he brought when he first saw him.

Does everyone born into the Varrant family have such outstanding genes?

However, after turning his head and seeing Horace, Modrian dispelled his inner thoughts, even the most perfect family would have flaws.

And sometimes those imperfections can be like a butterfly effect, inciting extraordinary effects.

"Are there any noteworthy powerhouses in Limontantilune?" The indifferent voice pierced through the rain curtain and floated in Horace's ears.

"I've heard my father say that the top powerhouses of the major families in Limontamlune are all knights." Horace rode the crimson horse and followed closely beside Modrian, and when he heard the inquiry, he muttered for a while.

"As for whether there is a hidden background, this is just a thin cover in front of many noble families, and everyone in power is roughly clear about their hole cards, but I don't know much about this aspect, after all, I only had the right to inherit in the past, and I was not the only successor designated by the family."

"Of course, the recognized strongest of Limontantilune is the guardian of the current Kingdom of Stoke, the legendary Crown, Lord Craigie."

Legend? Modrian's eyes flashed with interest, and under the crown of the sky-blue bluebird Jana hovering overhead, was a wind elf who had stepped into the path of legend, and he didn't know which of the two was stronger or weaker.

"Then tell me in detail about the spheres of influence of the major families, as well as the news about the top powerhouses in the bright face." Modrian's eyes were fixed on the dripping rain and onto the far south, where his final destination was.

"Oh, by the way, focus on the news of the Jeffrey family that you know, I'm interested!"

"Yes. Your Lord! Horace lowered his eyes, the Jeffrey family, the [Grand Duke of the North] of the kingdom, is a top nobleman who is not inferior to the Dalle family.

And according to the information he learned from his recent inquiry, it seems that at the beginning of the establishment of the Valoran Territory, the Geoffrey family had a violent conflict with Lord Modrian for unknown reasons, and many Iron Thorn cavalry were wiped out in that barren and cold northland.

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

The red sun shone from the sky, the rosy sunset soaked into the dry yellow plains, and a light mist rose to obscure the flat meadows, like a fantasy, waiting for night to come.

Dada! Dada!

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves shook the plains and meadows, startling a field of birds, and on closer inspection, it was a dark cavalry array, and the heavy rough armor was covered with dust, but it still did not hinder the high spirits.

"Wilderness Plains!"

Modrian skillfully tugged at the reins, controlled the chainmailed horse, and looked at the desolate and barren plain, the colors of his memory had not yet faded.

Once banished by his family, he left along the wilderness plains and headed for the icy northlands in the hope of surviving in unknown places.

"Darius, remember this?"

"Remember!" Darius followed the direction Modrian pointed, looking up at this familiar place, his deep eyes rippled with a little bit, and the memory of the past came flooding back, it was the real first battle he had fought on the continent of Calradimus, and it was also the first victory he had won.

The souls of the axes roam the wilderness plains, the viscous blood converging into a crimson stream, telling the glory of the Noxian Empire from small to today.

"Wait, my lord, there is a situation ahead, it seems that a cavalry team is approaching." Darius sensed the tremor coming from the prairie floor, and said in a deep voice, holding the handle of the Black Cutter's axe on the back of his right hand.

Modrian also felt the faint sound of horses galloping, and looked intently, under the reflection of the rosy sunset, dozens of cavalry were rapidly approaching here.

"Sure enough, the wilderness plains are still wilderness plains." Modrian chuckled softly.

As he said, the night of the wilderness plains was always full of restlessness, and in addition to the wandering hungry beasts, there would be many passing trade caravans, among which there were many black and black fellows, who disguised themselves as wolves and bandits, and did the industrious work of killing and robbing.

Without a sufficiently strong force deterrence, there is no security in the wilderness plains, and this is the lesson of many bloody incidents.

Just like he was back then...........

Seeing the unexpected situation in front of him, Vosman took a cautious attitude and personally commanded 10 Trefari legionnaires to disperse forward.

The sharp black heavy horse was removed from the saddle and held it tightly in his hands, his legs beating the horse's belly, driving the crimson war horse forward slowly, and then stopped thirty meters away, his cold eyes under the armor staring at dozens of cavalrymen from far and near.

Hey? Modrian was puzzled, and as the distance drew closer, his extraordinary vision allowed him to see clearly what was not far away, and things began to develop in the direction of the heroic story.

The dozens of cavalry galloping towards the target were the three embarrassed horsemen at the front, two cavalry escorts to be exact, one who seemed to be a nobleman.... Miss?

"Something interesting!" Modrian's eyes were half-squinted, and his gaze fell on the noble lady, who looked like some aristocratic family in terms of outfit and jewelry.

"When will the robbers of the wilderness plains let go of a fat sheep, and a fat sheep that can be eaten beforehand."

Modrian easily discovered some strange details, but since the dozens of cavalrymen dared to chase the noble lady so unscrupulously, they must have been completely sure, and they were not even too afraid of others interfering with them.

No one spoke at this time, including Horace, everyone looked at the situation in front of them indifferently, without a trace of emotional waves, still clenching the weapon in their hands, their eyes were extremely vigilant.

Trumpet!

The crisp snap of his fingers echoed through the air, and Modrian rode away from his position in advance, where it was estimated that it would slightly hinder the pursuit of an unknown enemy.

"Wasman, don't meddle with things, get out of the way for them, now our won't be easy to expose,"

Casually glancing at the guys who were working hard, he shook his head slightly and smiled, "It's just three knights with dozens of miscellaneous soldiers, don't care." ”

"Yes, my lord." Vosman commanded the Trefalli legionnaires to ride their horses to the side, although the weapons in their hands were still on alert, but looking at their indifferent looks, they knew that these guys were a little reluctant to give up on intervening in this chase.

As the most elite legionnaires of the Noxian Empire, their blood is fueled by fanatical combat, not cowering, but orders from Modrian they have to obey their will.

"Well, it's ............."

To Modrian's surprise, his plan to stay out of the situation seemed to fail, and the two guards who were being chased followed them anxiously and panickedly, led by the noble lady.

"It's really bad acting, why can't you wait to chase death!?"