The dim magic light hangs down the delicate room, shining on the surface of the blue and white bottles, reflecting a picture of mountain birds and streams, with a rich and elegant artistic atmosphere.

At this moment, Modrian sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed with a fine carved pattern, his eyes closed, the scarlet breathing method working, and his body fluctuated with the rhythm of the inexplicable rhythm.

The muscles under the white casual clothes expanded and contracted between breaths, and the red life energy permeated the room through the clothes, changing and changing, and finally condensed into a substantial scarlet brilliance, which was stagnant behind Modrian.

Buzzing!

A slight tremor of the air rang out, and at the same time, the curtains, vases, tables and chairs, and magic lamps hanging from the ceiling in the room all trembled slightly, as if they would burst at any moment, and kept wailing.

Suddenly, Modrian's face turned red, and a little dense blood penetrated the pores of his face, mixed with materialized life energy, which was a little terrifying.

Burst!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his breathing rhythm shrampling, his undulating body shaking violently as if twitching, and the stagnant scarlet glow slowly dissipated.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that all visions vanished, except for the faint smell of blood on the floor.

Modrian's eyes opened, and the brown pupils seemed to be cracked, and the faint color of blood spread to the corners of the eyes.

"Failed again....... It seems that this shackle can only be broken through the system. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, changed into a new set of civilian clothes, and looked down at his calloused hands.

"It's really a bit unwilling, the limitations of talent make people desperate, and no matter how hard they try, it's just in vain."

"Fair, maybe." Modrian thought of his own system, this world is like this, fairness, always only relative fairness.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

"Your Lord." Gregory stood outside the room and knocked softly on the door.

With a wave of his hand, Modrian disposed of the pale blood on the floor, and sat calmly behind his desk as if nothing had happened, browsing the secret messages that Cooper had handed over.

"Come in."

The door opened softly, and Gregory walked in slowly in dark armor, his nostrils twitching, as if he smelled something, but he looked as usual, standing in front of Modrian.

"This is a list of cleansers, many of which are partners in our fine iron trade, and some are suppliers of weapons and equipment." Gregory handed a blood-stained letter with names written on it.

Taking the blood-colored letter, Modrian placed it on his right, without looking closely.

"Refined iron ore does not worry about buyers, warn below, any merchant who has anything to do with the Temple of Power is not allowed to buy refined iron ore and finished refined iron." After thinking for a moment, he continued.

"As for the suppliers of weapons and equipment, let's choose another batch."

The system provides the first batch of equipment for the first batch of equipment for free, but as the battle and war progresses, even the best quality will wear and tear.

The weapons and equipment that Fort Dig can produce today are not enough to fully supply the attrition of the soldiers of the Noxian Empire.

Naturally, Modrian will also be looking for some weapons and equipment merchants to provide certain equipment requirements for the different classes under his command.

"In addition, pay more attention to the Rénliú in the town of Irwindale, there will be no shortage of infiltration of forces like the Temple of Power."

"I'm sorry, my lord, but this time we were negligent." Gregory said with a slight bow.

"No, don't blame yourself." Modrian said in a deep voice, an inexplicable look in his eyes. "It's a lesson and a growth."

"The recent days of too much comfort have made some hidden enemies can't help but stretch out their tentative minions, and it's just the right time to take this opportunity to cleanse the town of Irwindale."

"I'm going to go to Edalas City tomorrow, maybe there will be an accident, maybe the journey will be smooth, but the rear ..... I'll let Shadow Flow work with you. ”

"The dark tide of the kingdom has surged, and the flag of the double-edged axe with a red background will once again fly above the sky."

A year ago, the inexplicable baron reward from the royal capital gave the current Modrian a premonition, this time ..... Maybe.... It's going to be a real undercurrent and he's inevitably getting involved!.

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When the morning sun shone again, Modrian changed his normal state, he had already put on his armor, and in the wide courtyard was the Noxian blood-colored cavalry standing in formation, and the atmosphere of slaughter was enveloped in the garrison's mansion.

"Is the message confirmed?"

"It's been confirmed, Lord of the Shadow Stream is waiting for his destination." Cooper Adolphus, the first knight to follow Modrian, said with a solemn face.

The town of Irwindale was the center of trade he had painstakingly built, and now, within this town, there would be an assassination of the lord.

If it weren't for the fact that they were intercepted by the Shadowstream in the middle of the night yesterday, they wouldn't have received the slightest news.

I have to say that the believers of the Temple of Power are really a bunch of crazy guys!

In the territory of a nobleman, he dared to plan an assassination operation against the nobles of the territory, and it was so decisive and so fast.

"Let's get started." Modrian said with a cold face.

Temple of Power, Nancy Peters, oh, do you take Valoran Collar so seriously?

Or are you sure I can't get out of the town of Irwindale!?

Knight Chief, or Legendary?

Grunt! Grunt!

Gulagas walked in from the gate on the left side of the courtyard with a drink, and the barrel in his hand was filled with the rich aroma of ale.

"Hiccup............ My lord, what is this going to do? ”

"A 'show' is about to begin, welcoming us back into the realm of the northern part of the kingdom." Modrian put down his black visor, and his calm eyes revealed a cold murderous intent.

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The streets of Lenwall, the most prosperous trading street in the town of Irwindale, are named after the Lenwall Mountains, implying that the prosperity and rise of the streets are inseparable from the contribution made by the Lenwall Mountains.

At the same time, it is also the main road away from the town of Irwindale, and the buildings on both sides are mostly full of shops and dense rénliú.

Yesterday's clean-up operation affected the business of the streets of Lenwall slightly, but the wandering merchants filled the sluggish trade, which also showed that the economy and trade of the town of Irwindale were now on the right track, and some unrelated things would not have much impact.

"Your Majesty, the Sentinel has heard that Baron Modrian has left the garrison and is heading here." Dressed in gray-and-white armor, the Templar warrior knelt half-before Nancy, the elaborate pattern engraved on the surface of the armor, and the encirclement seemed to be a clenched fist.

Hearing this, Nancy Peters looked away from staring at the streets of Lenwall and looked down slightly at the Templars.

"Valoran will surely become the land of the gods, and the temple will remember the names of all! Arrange it and get ready for this action! ”

"Yes!" The Templar Warrior said with a fervent look on his face, and then left with a determined step.

"The Father is watching over us, and the blasphemer will be destroyed." Nancy Peters watched the warrior depart with a calm face, a golden glow surging in the depths of her eyes.

"Even nobles are no exception!"

"The Council of Nobles, but an alliance of hypocrites, will be silent in the light of God the Father!"