Lenwall Mountains, Laxstak Fortress.

The night was dark, the cliffs were blurred, and only the edge of the black and majestic outline of the fortress could be seen, and the faint lone star twinkled on the top of the mountain, and silence lingered in the sky above.

At this moment, the luxurious palace hall was brilliantly lit, the pale golden dome was hung with exquisite magic lamps, and a war sand table about five meters long was placed on the dark gray floor.

Dressed in lilac armor, the Lesser Garrison Legionnaires scattered around the sand table, sometimes talking softly, sometimes picking up red and white flags and placing them around, considering any possibility of the war they would encounter, and by the way they listed the cities and mountain roads that needed to be watched out for throughout the province of Silverpine.

The silver steel throne stood high on the steps, flanked by the neatly arranged arch thrones of Noxian blood-colored cavalry in crimson armor, red and black heavy cavalry spears pointed to the sky, and heavy visors slightly obscured the cold and ruthless eyes.

And around the Iron Throne, many people have gathered, led by Modrian, looking down on the huge war sand table.

"There is news from Kereh's side that there are a large number of refugees in the western region of Yinsong Province, and he has sent someone to investigate, and it is estimated that news will come soon." Svein was still dressed as an old-school gentleman, and the pitch-black cane in his hand tapped lightly on the ground.

"The province of Blackwood can't hold on so soon?" Modrian frowned slightly, according to the calculation of the Lesser garrison, since the Blackwood Province can stand like a rock on the northwest defense line, the time to hold on will not be too short, and they can arrange it calmly.

"War is unpredictable, and no one can be sure of the outcome." Svein said softly, no change in emotion in his deep eyes.

The defeat of the Blackwood Province can make him vaguely estimate the military strength of the Besilik Kingdom, but he still has doubts, this time the soldiers sent by the Besilik Kingdom are lizardmen or jackals?

"Robbery, send a part of the shadow stream to the western region of Silver Pine Province to assist Keree." Svein glanced at the shadowed area at the edge of the Iron Throne and commanded.

"Yes!" The shadows dissipated, and the catastrophe crept behind Modrian, first bowing slightly to Svein, and then repeating Krey's request to Modrian.

"War stonemasons? What is that guy going to do? "Modrian is a little puzzled, he knows Kree's character very well, this guy has some stinky fart, but he has stinky fart capital, and others can't refuse at all.

"Hehe, Lord Lord, it just so happens that we need to prevent a possible war in the western part of Valoran, so why don't we give the task to Kree!" Svein said with a soft smile, a smile on his indifferent face.

"Kree!?"

Modrian was a little hesitant, not denying Kree's strength, but not reassuring about his character.

You know, Kree is a grumpy yodeler, with a little fear of peace in his temper, and as he gets older, he becomes more and more violent, more and more crazy, and more and more eccentric and difficult to understand.

If it weren't for the constraints of the system, coupled with his orders, I don't know what kind of thing this yodeler would have done. For example, the current title of sergeant general.

"Don't worry, although Rickrey usually behaves a little weird, but as long as he enters a state of war, then Krekre can be trusted and can deliver heavy tasks." Svein said in a deep voice, he knew the 'soldier' of the empire with a strange reputation.

Speaking of which, there is some overlap between the two, because Kree is very supportive of Svein's initial reform of the Noxus Empire, and Kree hates the gold-armoured, noisy nobles, who in his eyes, although they are good at assassination and arena fighting, they are a complete pile of waste on the real battlefield.

"Alright, then meet Kree's request!" Modrian shrugged his shoulders, since he had Svein's support, then Valoran's western part would be handed over to the sergeant.

"Inform Crane and ask him to arrange for the War Stonemason to be at Cred's disposal, and inform Gregory to lead 1,000 Noxian Imperial cavalry and 500 Noxian expeditionary cavalry to join Cree."

"Yes!" The leader said, and the shadows wandered and dissipated in the palace hall.

In three years, in the low-key three years in the Levor Mountains, Modrian drank all the frost and devoted all his energy to the Valoran Territory, which can be regarded as having enough strength to protect himself, especially the mining of the refined iron veins in the Lakstak Fortress, which provides enough gold shield consumption for the development of Modrian and the Valoran Territory.

Now the Valoran Territory has nearly 10,000 soldiers, in addition to many heroes, which is far more than the number of soldiers that a Territory Baron can have, but because of the tight control of the Valoran Territory by the Shadow Stream, no one knows about the terrorist power that Modrian has, at least on the surface. (Valoran's attrition is becoming unbalanced, and the proceeds of the entire territory are used to feed the soldiers under his command.) ）

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[Noxus Imperial Cavalry 5138 people]

[Noxus Expeditionary Cavalry 1527 people]

[700 soldiers of the Demacian Empire]

[Noxus Scarlet Cavalry 500 people]

[106 Trefalli Legionmen]

【100 Shadow Streamers】

[60 scouts on the main ship]

[War Masons 59]

【20 Bloody Warriors】

[20 Dreadnought Pioneer Legionnaires]

【Demacia Dragonbird Rider 11 people】

[10 Rayser Garrison Legionnaires]

(Excludes brood-born monsters such as baby dragon lizards, wurms, and Demacian dragonbirds.) ）

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And the situation that the Stoke Kingdom is encountering now may expose part of the power of the Valoran Domain, depending on the pressure given by the Jeffrey family and the Besilik Kingdom next.

Hiding the dark green glow that flickered in his brown pupils, Modrian looked at Svein in front of him and asked, "So our strategic direction is still in the castle of Lanvasur and the Grand Duchy of Tambefarsa?" ”

"Yes, my lord." Svein's expression was solemn, the information found by the Shadowstream was not optimistic, and the Jeffrey family, as one of the four major duke families of the Stoke Kingdom, should not be underestimated, with an ace legion, the Iron Thorn Legion (suffered heavy losses in the initial battle with Modrian, but three years was enough time to recover).

Now with the addition of the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa, the pressure to the northeast of the Valoran Territory is even greater, which the Besilik Kingdom is far from giving, because the journey from the Blackwood Province to the Valoran Territory is enough to make the long supply lines problematic.

Svein walked down the stairs with his cane in his hand, looking at the huge war sand table, behind him Modrian and Darius, as well as Sain and Zhao Xin, who followed silently.

Before the war sand table, Svein thought for a while, picked up the red flag, planted it in the depths of the Lemmor Mountains, turned to Modrian and suggested: "Timo and Quinn can be arranged to be stationed in the Lemmor Mountains, I have a hunch that the Elanfaro Empire will not miss the weak period of the Stoke Kingdom." ”

"The many legions stationed at the Gate of Sorrows, the Eleanfaro Empire will put pressure on them, and even attack them, but they will definitely not allow themselves to have too many casualties, which is not in line with the plans of the Eleanfaro Empire."

This would be the right choice for every Imperial Commander, as the Elanfaro Empire gained an additional link from the Lenwall Mountains to the Kingdom of Stoll, and Valoran was the biggest obstacle to this route.

However, Valoran does not need to pay too many troops, Timo and the main ship scout team are very good at mountain combat, plus the assistance of Quinn and Demacia Dragonbird Knights, can ensure the defense of the Lemmor Mountains, if it is not possible, the emerald god Aion sleeps in the valley, and the power of the legendary crown is enough to face everything.

"So, our strategic focus is on the Castle of Ranvasur and the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa." Svein's mind was swirling, and he finally picked up the white flag and planted it directly on the sand table of war, symbolizing the small wooden fortress of Langvasur Castle.

"The Noxus Empire has no intention of waiting for the enemy to attack!"

"Since there is no specific news from the Jeffrey family, then, my lord, I suggest that you directly send troops to attack Ranvasur Castle!"

Modrian's expression was solemn when he heard this, and he hesitated a little, perhaps because his mentality had not changed, but it did not prevent him from listening to Svein's opinion and raising doubts.

"Is that too risky? Why don't you lead the battle against the enemy in Valoran!? ”

"The adventure after weighing it is not an adventure at all!" Svein said in a deep voice, a faint smile on his cold face.

"Does Lord Lord want to face the castle of Ranvasur alone, or the combined forces of the castle of Ranvasul and the Grand Duchy of Tambefarsa?! What's more, this is not a risk at all for Valoran Collar. ”

"So, who will lead the battle?" Modrian was ruthless and made a decisive decision.

"Haha, you and I have the answer in our hearts!" Svein said with a soft laugh, his cold gaze fell on Darius, the reputation of the Hand of Noxus resounded throughout the Valoran continent, and no one was more suitable for this raid than him, especially this was the time to expand the territory of Valoran.

"Darius, the contours of Valoran's territory must be drawn by the blood of the enemy, and I am sure that you will bring us the sound of the trumpet of victory!"

Darius looked at Modrian, then at Svein, a smile on his silent, resolute face, with a cold gore.

"They will regret being the enemy of Valoran!"

In the hall of the palace, the magic lights were still bright and falling, clearly illuminating every part of the war sand table, and the soldiers of the Rayser garrison were still busy.

However, after Valoran's strategic focus was set, the Lesser Legionnaires became more active, focusing more on the area around Langvasul Castle.

"Lord Lord, don't worry, Valoran will win in the end!" Svein saw Modrian, whose eyes were locked on the war sand table, and said softly.

"Fate is endless, as perishable as ordinary people, and Valoran will always stand!"

Modrian shook his head slightly, the strategy was decided, he believed in Svein's decision, and he believed in the power of Darius, but he was not thinking about the castle of Lanvasul.

If it weren't for the previous query about Valoran's troops, he would have almost forgotten that his main quest was not completed, which was triggered when he was in Harriman Castle and talking to His Highness Guy Zeng.

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【Ding....... Main quest released! 】

【Main Quest: Death of the King】

[Mission time: 90 days]

【Reward: ??? 】

[Task description: People who are about to die, why be afraid?] A storm is about to begin that will sweep through the Kingdom of Stoke, perhaps not only the Kingdom of Stoke, but you have to do as simple as raising the fluttering Valoran banner on the broken throne. 】

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It's a little strange, the king is dead, Guy is on the throne, and the storm that swept through the kingdom of Stoke is over, isn't the storm here referring to the battle for the throne? And Valoran's flag, what the hell is it?

Modrian's heart had some doubts, and he looked at the war sand table covered with red and white flags in front of him, maybe he would have some explanations in this real storm!