"Don't feel it, there's already something happening!"

Recalling the news that came last night, Timo's expression was a little solemn, and the mutation in the Yellow Sand Plain had attracted the attention of the Valoran Domain.

Abyss Gate, Abyss Evil God!

Although I don't know which bottomless abyss it is, since I am secretly spying on the Valoran Territory, the territory must be fully prepared.

Taking a deep breath, Timo looked at the gloomy clouds in the west, and his expression suddenly calmed down, perhaps this is why the kingdom of Besilik is attacking in a big way.

"Hey, Teemo, what are you doing with this fussy punch?"

A brutal voice burst out to interrupt Timo and Kenan's conversation.

With a wide gray wall, Clay rode Sgar slowly, staggering to the bottom of the stately turret, looking up at Teemo and Kenan at the eaves.

The aura of blood suddenly filled the air as he walked forward, the aura of glory left behind by the slaughter of countless gnolls and lizardman warriors.

"What the hell is going on? Why do these brutes attack like crazy? ”

Having just returned to Forsbero Fortress, Clay had no time to wash off the blood stains on his body, and searched around for Teemo's location, trying to solve the doubts in his heart that were like insects and ants.

"What's your catch?"

Teemo dodged the question, looked at Kree's blood-stained figure, and asked. He knew that at dawn Clay had left the fortress alone with a column of Noxian Scarlet Cavalry.

"I haven't seen anything, and now the border line is full of gnolls and lizardmen." Kree muttered, his expression full of disgust.

Like maned dogs, the foul-smelling fellows pursued the breath of the living, constantly attacking all the outposts and military towns on the northwestern defense line of the Kuroki Province.

On his way back alone, he saw seven or eight places surrounded by gnolls.

"So, this means that those filthy fellows of the Besilik Kingdom want to start an all-out war in a vain attempt to swallow the Blackwood Province in one gulp?"

"Pretty much." Timo did not deny it, and after carefully considering the news from Modrian, he said in a deep voice: "Lord Lord, the fish has been hooked, let us prepare." ”

"The curtain is rising, and the war is coming!"

Hearing this, Kree stood on Sgar's back, and a look of madness appeared on his bloodstained plush face: "Hey, are you ready to do it?" It's exactly what I want, so, when to do it? ”

Teemo was silent for a moment, then looked at Kree who was eager to try at the bottom of the corner tower, at Kenan who was struggling at his side, at Tucci who was unusually quiet in the shadows, and at Ergarth, who was wearing iron armor not far away.

"Wait until the moment when Darius and the Noxian Legion arrive at the fortress!"

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......

The dawn broke through the gloomy sky and shed a silver-gray light that fell on the walls of the fortress of Nuu and on the great plains of Shatar.

In this layer of silver-gray light, there was a faint blood-colored mist, which was the mark of the war.

Even after a long time, the Shatar plains still have crimson blood stains, like dried earth embedded deep in the plains, indistinguishable from each other.

Darius, clad in armor and with his arms crossed over his chest, stood solemnly on the walls of the fortress, flanked by huge stone platforms, and the blazing flames reflected the majestic figure.

Further back, a taciturn Trefalis legionnaire, clad in heavy dark gray armor and a dark red cloak, stood guard along the heavy battlements.

"Are you ready?"

A few wisps of black mist crept around Darius like a crow, causing the raging flames to tremble slightly, as if they would be extinguished in the next moment, but they struggled to maintain the slightest flame. I love to read

"Of course!" Darius put down his hands and looked sideways at Svein, who suddenly appeared, staring at the dark and deep eyes: "The night of the old world is about to break, and Noxus will definitely bring new hope to the world!" ”

Seeing such a confident Darius, Svein nodded slightly, a faint smile appeared on his cold face, he just wanted to raise his left hand, but as if he remembered something, he continued to hide under the old hem of his clothes, and then stretched out his intact right hand and put it in front of him.

"Don't underestimate Samuel Anya, the god of lizardmen, although the words of the gods are ridiculous to us, they are the most powerful and immortal creatures in this world."

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Darius also stretched out his right hand and held Svein's palm, his tone changed slightly, mixed with inexplicable excitement.

"Gods? I'm not interested, chopping it up to make the blood boil in my body! ”

Dark eyes flashed a dark color, and Svein glanced deeply at Darius, whose friendship had begun with a war of conquest and had not changed until now.

He believed that Darius, the legendary Hand of Noxus, was not only the commander of the Noxian Legion, but also the embodiment of Noxian force.

Most importantly, the power that Darius now possesses is not only the power of Noxus, but also the terrifying power that amazes him.

"My lord and I will not interfere with you, the fish in the darkness have taken the bait, and I need to guard Limontanlu. But it should be clear to you that what I want is victory! Svein looked at Darius in front of him, at the military fortress behind him.

"Other forces in the territory are awakening frequently, and we must always keep the momentum going."

Darius heard the meaning of Svein's words, grinned, and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, the current Noxian Legion is not the Noxian Legion of the past. ”

Very contradictory words, but they really tell the truth.

The Abyss Invasion has indeed brought evil and chaos to Valoran's Territory, but it has also brought a visible increase in strength to many legions within the Territory.

Countless abyssal monsters, frequent fierce battles, are the catalyst for the rapid growth of many legions, coupled with the essence of Modrian's summoning, the Noxus legion is no longer what it used to be.

As if to match Darius's last words, the silent Tryfari legionnaires behind him slammed into the ground with the end of their spears, and the sound of thunder echoed in the air.

Svein followed Darius's footsteps and walked to the corner tower of the wall, overlooking the fortress of Nuu at this moment.

Under the mist of dawn, I saw the interior of the Nuu Fortress, where longing figures stood and boundless, covering the field of vision.

It was a Noxian soldier who was ready to go, with a fearless momentum, as if he had recreated the famous Noxian army of the past.

In Valoran, the army of the Noxus Empire is the largest and most powerful, including both elite troops such as the Trifali Legion, the Bloody Warriors, the Rayser Garrison, etc., as well as hundreds of warbands fighting independently in the local area.

Each clan is led by its own leader, marshal, and captain, with its own unique culture, hierarchy, and combat preferences, and can be responsible for specific field divisions within it.

They may be assigned as front-line commandos, hoplites, scouts, assassins, or cavalrymen - as long as they match their skills.

It is the existence of these powerful warbands that supports the return of the Noxian Empire to the top and the glory of the past.

The Noxian Legion that Svein saw now had a little bit of what it used to be, and he gently raised his jaw and muttered to himself, "Hmm.... What a nostalgic scene, the last time I saw it was in Ionia. ”

Sweeping his gaze over the inner city of the fortress, he saw the Noxian cavalry, the Noxian expeditionary cavalry, the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, the War Masons, the Trefali Legionnaires, the Blood Warriors, the Ominous Blade Legionnaires......

Also see the middle and upper echelons of the Noxian Legion such as Katerina, Thein, Gregory, and Vorsman standing in front of the array, as well as the war equipment hidden behind the legion!

"The contours of Valoran's territory must be drawn by the blood of the soldiers, and I look forward to seeing that scene!"

Darius gently removed the black cutter he was carrying, the dark purple wolf spirit crouching at his feet, and then he glanced at all the Noxian soldiers in the fortress and roared, the blood-red cloak fluttering in the wind behind him.

"Noxus, go!"

Thundered!

The heavy gates slammed open, and a column of Lennoxian soldiers poured out of the Nuu fortress in unison, like a torrent of black steel, along the wide road, rapidly spreading towards the province of Blackwood.