"My lord, did you sleep well last night?" Bishop Isda bowed slightly, and said with a smile on his face that was a little more restrained and his expression serious.

"Is there any trouble seeing your room lit up lately? The Temple of Fortune is here to help! ”

"No need!" Did Modrian look away and pretend to be nothing?

He looked at the red-dyed plain in front of the camp, and smiled with relief, how could he not be like this, cold-blooded and false.

For example, now, very fake expressions and conversations.

When did Modrian feel like he had become what he once hated?

Is it in the city of Edalas, in Limontanlu, or in the battle for the throne?

He had forgotten a little.

Why did it become what it is now?

To live, to live, or to get used to it?

Maybe both.

"The affairs of the Valoran Territory will be solved by the Valoran Territory, and there is no need for help."

He coldly refused Isda's help, and the actions of the Temple of Fortune last night caused disgust in his heart and also caused him to be wary.

Faith?

It seems that Her Majesty Cana needs to speed up, and he has a premonition of urgency.

As Valoran's strength grows more terrifying, the time to attract the attention of the gods gets closer.

God!

Valoran Lords weren't ready to face the gods head-on, and thankfully, Valoran Lords hadn't officially caught the attention of the gods yet.

"Haha!" Bishop Isda smiled slightly, ignoring Modrian's icy tone.

He looked at the temple priest who was ready under the city wall and asked, "So the Temple of Fortune is starting to set up a detection circle?" What should I do when I encounter an ordinary person infected with the plague? ”

"Mild infection with the plague target, Valoran understands that someone is responsible." Modrian pondered for a moment, then looked at Ista before finally speaking.

"Can the Temple of Fortune cure a severely infected plague target?"

"I'm sorry, my lord, I can't do it with the current manpower of the Temple of Wealth, if there is a temple, perhaps," Isda said with a slight shake of her head.

In the recent past, he had been exposed to the plague that had spread in the province of Blackwood.

It's hard to entangle, it's not an ordinary hard one, and even with his strength, he can't do the goal of dispelling a serious infection.

"Darius, encountering a severely infected target, expelled directly." Modrian interrupted Ista as he knew what to say.

Over the past year, he had heard many times about the hope of establishing a temple of wealth in Valoran.

But he sternly refused.

"Resistant, shoot and kill!"

"Yes!" Darius said in a deep voice, his indifferent eyes swept over Isda, and then jumped directly off the city wall to arrange the personnel of the Noxian Legion.

"Uh-he-he, lord, I'm quitting too!" Isda said with a normal expression, only he knew, just now, he sensed a terrifying killing intent.

Yes, killing intent, he believed that if he had the chance, Darius would definitely kill him without mercy.

Isda knew the horror of the other party, and he had already investigated the role of Darius in the war that swept through the northern lands of the kingdom.

After the tea effort.

Hundreds of meters away from the improvised camp, the priest of the Temple of Fortune had set up a sturdy detection circle, pale golden light glittering with divine aura, covering the blood-colored plains.

Around the detection circle, Darius led the Trefalis legionnaires to stand by.

There are dense jungles scattered on one side, and the seeds planted earlier are in full bloom.

The thick breath of life filled the air, bringing inexplicable hope to the ordinary people who crowded in front of the detection circle.

Whining!

Ha ha!

Crying, excitement, swearing, thanks, different people make different sounds.

Before the detection of the magic circle, all kinds of life continued to be staged.

From time to time, people will come out of the dense jungle safe and sound.

The images of survival spur the desperate as they want to storm the detection circle, but ignore the legionnaires who are waiting for them.

When it comes to killing, the Trefalli legionnaires will never be relentless.

The viscous blood, the scarlet color, and the corpses that fell to the ground made everyone outside the circle understand the importance of order.

"Woo, please, please, let me go in and try, the plague I'm infected with is really not serious."

When a caravan attendant knelt down and moved forward silently, some of the people who had failed before learned and walked forward on their knees.

Hope to arouse the pity of others in such a pitiful way.

"It's a pity, we're Noxus!" Darius stared coldly at those who were slowly approaching, and the crimson glow of the spell had not yet dissipated.

It's not that Modrian hasn't tried it, so many infected people in the western region of Silverpine Province have already tried countless times at Kennan's speed.

Ion's seed power can only disperse lightly infected targets, such as the original main ship scouts.

And for those severely infected targets, the power of the seed is powerless.

Ion itself, perhaps.

But Modrian couldn't risk exposing Ion's prowess to complete the temporary mission.

He still knows who the real threat is, and it will be far from this plague.

Even Raphael and the others only knew about the existence of Ion, and they were more speculative about their strength.

Darius knew all of this too, so he raised his right hand high and waved it violently.

"Kill!"

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

The bowstring sounded, and the sharp arrow tore through the air, piercing the target's head.

The arrows from the Elder Faro Empire are still very good, and they can be fatal in one hit, even connecting with additional targets behind them.

In the face of such merciless killings, order began to be restored.

No one was making any unnecessary moves, and the lost figure of the desperate disappeared into the detection circle, then stayed in the ruined camp, waiting for death to come.

"Hatred in despair? Interesting! ”

Darius felt a touch of hatred, like every city, every country, every territory that Noxus had conquered.

And the hatred in his perception is extremely weak compared to those.

From dawn to dusk, the Temple of Fortune's detection circle finally stopped.

The thousands of people stranded outside the camp are almost finished, and there is still a waiting waiting for tomorrow.

Bishop Isda is very satisfied with this, and after today, the goddess of wealth should gain many believers.

Because the function of the circle is mainly to detect, the magic crystals consumed are not much, at least within the acceptable range.

He turned his head to look at the jungle that still exuded the breath of life, a gloomy color flickering, perhaps without it, the Temple of Fortune would have gained more.

Just seeing the burly figure, his face was slightly pale.

After finishing her work in a hurry, Isda hurried back to the camp and prepared for a good rest.

"You're saying that there are quite a few people who want to take a detour into Valoran's territory?" Modrian frowned slightly, looked at the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry in front of him and said.

"Yes, my lord." The Noxus Scarlet Cavalry said with a wry smile that during his daily patrols today, he had seen many caravans and mercenaries trying to enter the territory.

"But with the Glestone and the main ship scouts, things are under control."

"No, it's just the beginning, and once the news of the plague spreads, that's the test." Modrian looked to the west of the province of Silverpine.

After the Gnoll invasion, it is still home to millions of people, including the city of Edalas and the Gate of Sorrows.

"What is that guy doing with Kree? Lazy? ”

"Your subordinates don't know where Lord Cree has gone." The Noxus Scarlet Cavalry bowed his head and said helplessly.

"Robbery, find Kree and let him move." Modrian took into account the temper of that guy and added a few words.

"Well, let's just say there's a bounty!"

There are quite a few newly summoned Noxian cavalry who need to adapt to the battle here, and this situation can be exercised in advance.

The trouble is the lack of a mage system, which makes it impossible to set up detection circles along the way.

This is the focus of Valoran's future leaders, and as for the Temple of Wealth, he no longer thinks about it.

"Forget it, let Xiaoju go back and get more seeds." Modrian thought helplessly.

The only way to do this is to make every Noxian soldier on a mission go into the jungle of life and soak for a while.

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