Noxus-style war.

In fact, if you look at the history of the Noxian Empire, it is not difficult to find that Noxus is an extremely warlike expansionist empire that has always conquered new lands in order to expand its territory.

In the process of expanding their territories, many national forces chose to kneel and submit in the face of the invasion of the Noxian Empire.

And the disobedient, or those who refused to bend their knees, were all mercilessly crushed by the iron hooves of the Noxian Empire.

It's not a pretext or a rumor.

Broken and destroyed, are signs of war in the Noxian Empire.

After Modrian chose to enter the Lenwall Mountains, Darius, the symbol of power of the Noxian Empire, officially took over Fort Dervail, taking over the administrative and military power of Fort Dorvail.

Frequent military movements were made in Fort Delvo, the town of Irwindale, and the Lenwall Mountains, and the figures of the soldiers of the Noxian Empire slowly gathered around Fort Digging like a whirlpool, and the signs of war became more and more obvious.

However, the many forces hidden in the shadows did not pay attention to Darius's side, and they all looked at Modrian, who left Fort Dig and headed for the Renwall Mountains.

Especially after they confirmed the news of Modrian's entry into the Loenwall Mountains, they were a little stunned, they didn't expect the young pioneer knight to make such an unexpected move.

However, what surprised them even more was that they had no way of knowing about the refined iron veins.

All the spies who infiltrated the Lenwall Mountains were like a stone sinking into the sea, except for the slightest ripple at the beginning, and there was no sound at all.

It was as if some terrifying monster was in the Lenwall Mountains, devouring all the spies that infiltrated it.

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The city of Edalas, a quiet aristocratic district.

As rumours of the discovery of iron ore veins in the Lenwall Mountains became more and more real, in recent days the wide, clean streets have been filled with vehicular traffic, and every now and then there have been rumors of a nobleman holding a night banquet to which many nobles and gentlemen are invited.

In the Craigie Mansion, in the palatial elegant hall, the faint fragrance of elk wafted uncertainly, and Viscount O'Neien, who was sitting on the main seat, gently arranged his black civilian clothes, looked around the three figures present, and spoke.

"You've got the news, Modrian has left Fort Dig and entered the Lenwall Mountains for unknown purposes."

"According to the news from before the spies disappeared, it is guessed that they are heading to the location of the refined iron veins."

After hearing the words, the middle-aged man on the right hand side of Viscount O'Neill raised his eyebrows slightly, stroked the jade ring on the thumb of his left hand, and said in a solemn tone: "My news channels are similar, the town of Irwindale is completely controlled by the other party, and it is very difficult to obtain information. ”

"So far, I've lost 13 spies, and none of them have managed to make it out of the Lenwall Mountains alive."

"We're in much the same situation as Barrett, and we don't have any valuable information." The other two representatives of the nobility glanced at each other and whispered at the same time.

"Hehe, it seems that Modrian is doing a good job, at least now we can't even figure out the location of the refined iron veins." Viscount O'Neill chuckled, tapping the ground with his silver cane.

"Baron Mackintosh, what did you gain from attending the gathering at the Levodin Blacksmith yesterday?"

The sudden roll call made the face of Baron Mackintosh on the left hand side slightly embarrassed, but then recovered, looked at the subtle wind in the elegant hall, and said in a solemn tone: "Lord Viscount O'Neien, I remember the promise between us, yesterday's situation was because I needed to buy a batch of weapons and equipment to prepare for the upcoming war, so I had to go." ”

"No, no, no, I don't doubt what you mean, I'm just curious if the Rawodin blacksmith has some precious news." Viscount O'Neill smiled, his old wrinkled face looking gentle and kind.

When Baron Mackintosh heard this, he looked up and saw that the other two were silent, but inexplicably he noticed two faint lines of sight watching him.

"Yes, they also didn't know the location of the refined iron veins, but the shadows they planted found that Moderian seemed to be shrinking his forces and wanted to block the entrance of the Stoke Kingdom into the Lemmor Mountains."

Viscount O'Neien's smile froze at the corners of his mouth, and he frowned, his deep eyes revealing a thoughtful look.

Fort Wo, the Lenwall Mountains?

As one of the veteran nobles in the northern part of the Stoke Kingdom, he is well aware of the environment of the Lenwall Mountains, and Fort Dig was formerly the watchtower of the kingdom, responsible for monitoring the unexpected situation in the Lenwall Mountains, and is also one of the entrances and exits.

It's not that there is only one entrance to the Levwall Mountains for the Kingdom of Stoke, it's just that the safest route is the one on the side of Fort Digwo, which is a more familiar area explored by countless mercenaries and adventurers for hundreds of thousands of years.

Sure enough, the Rivoldin clan is worthy of being the Rivoldin clan, even after experiencing a heavy loss, the information channels and strength they have are still not to be underestimated.

"Can you determine the whereabouts of that cavalry?" Viscount O'Neill continued to ask, the cavalry he was talking about was the cavalry team that Modrian had exposed, which was composed entirely of extraordinary knights.

"Not sure, so the Rivoldin blacksmith shop hasn't moved yet, and is waiting for news from the Jeffrey family." Baron Mackintosh replied.

"It seems that the Jeffrey family is still unwilling, but also, in exchange for whoever is slaughtered their best heir, as well as some of the ace cavalry, will not give up revenge." Viscount O'Neill said indifferently.

"Now, the situation in the capital of the kingdom is gradually becoming more delicate, otherwise the Jeffrey family will not be able to free up their hands to clean up Modrian."

"So, what do we do?" Baron Barrett sat up straight, looked at Viscount O'Neill and said in a deep voice.

"What to do? What else can I do? ”

Viscount O'Neill stood up, restless elemental energy active around him, and a faint glow appeared on the silver cane in his hand.

Similar to the idea of the Rivoldin blacksmith, Modrian's departure should be well prepared, and the people they sent may not be able to solve each other.

It's better to change the way, directly destroy Fort Delver, or even cleanse the power of the town of Irwindale, make Modrian lose everything, and then see how he guards the refined iron vein!

"It's time for us to do it, and no one cares about these little actions in the meantime."

"As for the Harriman family and the Perris family, their attention will be on the royal capital, which is the center of the maelstrom, the throne of the king, but it is intensifying."

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Harriman Castle still maintains the etiquette and order of the aristocracy, and there is no sense of utilitarianism and urgency outside.

"Master, Young Master Rockefeller has already set off for the royal capital." Butler Atley stood respectfully at his desk with his hands hanging over his waist.

"yes, I see." Count Raphael finished processing the official documents in his hand, his right hand gently rubbed the bridge of his nose, the day before yesterday, His Majesty the King summoned the cardinal of the court again, I don't know what to discuss.

"Seriously ill? I know you well, old man, but this doesn't look like yours. Hehe, with such a fake rumor, is it trying to lead to something? ”

None of this is my business, though, as long as no one provokes me.

Count Raphael glanced at Atley's butler, who was about to speak, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about that little guy, that guy's madness is no less than his old man." ”

"The fear is that there will be chaos in the north of the kingdom next, and I don't know how many short-sighted guys will lose their lives."

He looked to the north, where the gate of sorrow was, and if he was worried, he was more worried about the threat there, and no one knew the horrors of the Great Prince better than his neighbor.

The throne of the king may be the birth of a disaster.