The shadowy world vanished before his eyes as Modrian and his party trekked through the barren mountains to trace the traces of Noxian soldiers into the depths of Lenwall.

The final destination is a majestic mountain peak, with winding paths cleared out of a neat path paved with frost stones.

With a swift step, Modrian skirted the foot of the mountain, his brown eyes revealing a hint of surprise.

In front of the Yeti Cave, there stands a military building that is very similar to the Noxian Empire, and between the eaves and walls, the traces of the axe and chisel defense can be clearly seen.

The light that shone through the enclosed buildings, and they could feel the afterglow of the flames, incomparably clear in this shadowy world.

"Sentry!"

Modrian stared at the stately buildings not far away, the sentry posts he had built to strengthen his control over the area after he left.

There are not many sentinels, but most of them are elite.

In addition, due to the existence of an eerie black mist, this outpost has been stationed for a long time with a reconnaissance team, most of which are Noxian expeditionary soldiers, commanded by war stonemasons.

"What people!"

As Modrian approached, the soldiers on guard at the outpost spotted their tracks, and the bonfire burned, illuminating the shadow world in an instant, and the blades shimmered with cold light.

"Relax, soldiers, not the enemy."

Modrian lifted his visor, revealing a fair, transparent face with a slight smile.

"It's Lord Modrian!"

The vigilant soldiers stood in the sentry tower, shouting loudly at the gradually lit buildings behind them, and then shouted to the soldiers below to pull open the heavy stone doors.

"Good evening, Lord Modrian!" The soldiers on duty raised their swords and saluted, and their black and hideous heavy armor did not leave their bodies.

Modrian waved his hand lightly, signaling the soldiers to continue to be on guard, he didn't want to disturb the normal order because of his arrival.

Enter the sentry and the warm bonfire bakes your body and dispels the cold brought by the shadows.

The shadowlings behind them separated and disappeared into the shadows of the night, and as veterans who knew the shadows well, they were completely at home here, and the pace of adaptation was staggering.

The rest of the Shadowstream followed Modrian into the sentry post, and they needed to get plenty of time to recuperate after a day's trek.

"Lord Modrian."

A war stonemason dressed in chain mail and gray robes approached him, flanked by the two Noxian expeditionary cavalry captains who were in charge of the security of the sentry.

They had already received the order from Fort Dig in advance, but they didn't expect Modrian to come so quickly, but when they saw the slightly rich color of wind and frost, they understood in their hearts.

"What about the veins? Has anyone sneaked in here? Modrian didn't stop and walked straight to the central building inside the sentry post, where he rested.

"The refined iron vein has been blocked, and a scout cavalry has been arranged to be stationed there in turn." The sentry officer, Valen, said cautiously, and his words were conservative.

The vein was located at the foot of the hill side of the fortress of Lakstark, and if it weren't for a chase of spies, they wouldn't have discovered the iron-rich vein.

After trying to dig up, although he obtained a certain amount of ore, he also leaked the news, and fundamentally speaking, he could not escape the blame.

"Fortress of Lakstark?" Modrian continued.

"I can't be sure, the black weird mist is still haunting Lakstak Fortress, and there is some premonition of recovery." Valen pondered for a moment and said thoughtfully.

He and his Noxian soldiers strictly followed the ban issued in Fort Digva, never approaching Lakstark Fortress easily, and every reconnaissance was from a distance, trying to understand the changes in those black and strange fogs.

"The soldiers who changed the guard have just set off, and if nothing else, the latest news will come back in an hour." Valen added.

As he stepped into the sentry building, Modrian could smell the smell of fragrant food wafting through the air, and turned his head to see food being smoked on the grill next to the fireplace.

Seeing where Lord Modrian's gaze was, Valen smiled and said, "Lord Modrian, those are hunting for meat, ready to be used as a supper. ”

"Just in time you've arrived, you can enjoy it together, we have soldiers here who specialize in cooking."

The Noxian soldiers who stayed in the building were more than happy to give the food to Modrian and the others behind him.

"Thank you so much." Modrian rubbed his weathered face and smiled at them.

A few days of trekking in the Lenwall Mountains will make sure you have enough to eat, but you'll already get tired of the dry, hard jerky and bread.

Now being able to taste hot meat is simply a pleasure for Modrian, and there is no excuse for them, and everyone sits on the table and eats these foods to quickly replenish their strength.

Even the lovely Poppy couldn't help but swallow her food, and you can imagine how rushed and arduous the journey was.

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

The darkness of the night obscured the dim starlight and completely enveloped the narrow plains, and the atmosphere in this area where Fort Digging and the town of Irwindale met was a little eerily quiet.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The sound of horses' hooves like thunder suddenly sounded, breaking the silence of the plain, and from a distance, a black and red cavalry team rushed through like a torrent.

Within a dozen miles of the town of Irwindale, this elite cavalry encountered a scurried squad of scouts.

"Who?" The Trefalli legionnaires behind Vosman immediately caught up, shouting in their mouths.

The blood-colored life energy surged, a little dazzling in the pitch-black environment, and the Trefalli legionnaires began to slow down and sideways to get out of the way when they saw the familiar fluctuations in energy.

"Lord Wasman, urgent news." The Noxus Scarlet Cavalry stopped and dismounted familiarly, then half-knelt in front of Wasman and said hurriedly.

"The scouts are in the east and west of the town of Irwindale, and there are soldiers gathered in three directions at the same time, the scale is not small, and it can basically be confirmed that the town of Irwindale and Fort Dig have ideas."

Wasman's expression shook slightly, and there was a surprise in his eyes, it seemed that the number of enemies that appeared this time would exceed the estimate, but he didn't care, the Noxian Empire would never refuse to challenge.

"I'll report to the general as soon as possible and tell Gregory not to lose the face of the Noxian Empire." Wasman said with a smile, but the smile that appeared was a little cold.

"Yes, Lord Wasman." The Noxian Scarlet Cavalry stood up respectfully, and the faintly fluctuating life energy seemed to be silently challenged.

Yes, it's a challenge, not a battle challenge for Waessman, but a challenge in a different sequence in this coming war.

In a Noxian way, when Vorsman provoked another commander, his subordinates responded.