The sun season has passed, and the breeze on the mountain roads is a little cold, which is very much in line with the scene of the autumn season, and you can occasionally see tidbits floating in the air.

It's been a while since the plague happened, and to everyone's surprise, after a strange outbreak, the entire plague land fell silent, and the green mist that no one could enter was shrouded, and wisps of lifeless breath affected the surrounding area.

Valoran, who showed absolute power in this incident, sparked a discussion among the nobles sitting on the platform, who were extremely shocked and jealous of Modrian's rapid rise.

But there is also a little more playfulness in the eyes, just like watching an opera worth paying attention to.

This is a struggle between legendary forces.

It was the struggle between the royal family of Valrante and Modrian, which did not affect most of the nobles, and it did not have much to do with them.

Regardless of the final outcome, both the Stoke Kingdom and the Valoran Lords will need these nobles to help manage the people in their territory.

From now the Valoran Domain, which is faintly independent, he knows that the situation within the kingdom is unstable.

Most nobles speculated that if it weren't for the outbreak of the plague, perhaps the secret struggle between the royal family of Valrant and Modrian would have begun long ago.

A struggle over kingdom authority and royal majesty.

But after the plague fell silent, the royal family of Valant did not move, and the inexplicable abnormal smell made these nobles sense that something was wrong.

The Grand Nobles and Bloodline Nobles may know that this has something to do with the legendary battles that took place in Valoran's Territory, and according to the traces of the battles, more than one Legendary fell.

But the middle and lower aristocrats fell into hesitation.

Struggle represents the opportunity to invest in interests. The earlier you place your bets, the higher the payout.

In particular, not long ago, Valoran led the low- and middle-level nobles who had fled from Edalas City to join, allowing them to clearly see the terrifying potential of the new legendary forces.

Coupled with the outpouring of certain rumors, the potion master who cured the plague, and at least two legendary crowns, forced the profit chasers to make a choice as soon as possible.

Modrian, who was in the fortress of Lakstak, was unaware of these surging currents, nor did he know what the nobles of Limontanlu were thinking, but as the strategic deployment came to an end, he began to get busier and busier.

After leaving the underground lab yesterday, he and Svein discussed their next steps.

On the premise of ensuring the order and safety of the territory, Darius mobilized the Noxian soldiers and went to the improvised camp to assemble. Galen, on the other hand, was stationed at the castle of Ranvasur according to his previous plan, guarding against the Temple of Fortune of the Grand Duchy of Tambefarsa and the Legion of the Temple of Power stationed in the fortress of Contello.

Fortunately, I harvested a lot of magic items before, and decomposed enough blue essence. Unfortunately, most of them are class cards, and I haven't seen a single hero card.

It was also such bad luck that filled the legionnaires in Valoran's territory.

Relying on the golden shield brought by the prosperous economy of the territory, and the grain that has been stored for a long time, the Valoran Territory is ready to complete the strategy previously deployed.

In the hall of the palace, Modri stood quietly in front of the war sand table, and the surrounding Resor garrison soldiers were extremely busy, and sometimes there would be conversations.

The area on the fringes of the Valoran Territory of the Sand Table was filled with red flags, all of which were noteworthy and threatening forces, with the red banners of the Grand Duchy of Limontanlu and Tambefasa being the tallest.

Modrian's eyes were deeply focused on one of the targets of this strategic deployment - Edalas, with the information provided by the fleeing nobles and the company of Baron Benny, this would be the best choice for Valoran.

The dark green data stream swells in the retina, forming a technological system panel, click on [Class].

The five icons representing Noxus, Demacia, Ionia, Bandel City, and Zaun are slowly emitting different colors of light.

Especially [Noxus] is the most brilliant..... Bloody!

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[Noxian cavalry 9453 people]

[Noxus Expeditionary Cavalry 3243 people]

[Demacia soldiers: 3076 people]

[Noxus Scarlet Cavalry 812 people]

[206 Trefalli Legionnaires]

[98 Shadow Streamers]

[77 scouts of the main ship]

[War Masons 80 people]

【20 Bloody Warriors】

[150 Dreadnought Pioneer Legionnaires]

【Demacia Dragonbird Knight 52 people】

[20 Rayser Garrison Legionnaires]

【Alchemy Technology Research Team 100】

(Note: Doesn't include brood-born monsters such as baby dragon lizards, wurm dogs, and Demacian dragon birds)

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This is now the military force in Valoran's territory, leaving behind the guards under the command of his followers, and belonging to Modrian alone.

"Dark watching? I want to see how it's watching! ”

Restlessness ** kept churning in his heart, and Modrian felt that the hot blood in his body was burning his body like a flame, very comfortable, the feeling he liked, and the smell of blood war was permeating.

Click! Click!

"My lord, Firan has asked to meet you!" Dressed in military uniform, Vosman walked from outside the palace hall and whispered that the news of the war was flowing inside, and every Noxian soldier was longing for the war to come.

Frowning slightly, Modrian didn't expect Firan to visit him at this time, could it be that the war in the Elanfaro Empire was over? The brutal and powerful lizardmen and the gnolls of the vassal race in the kingdom of Besilik have been defeated?

Doubts surfaced in his heart, and he took a deep look at the sad door on the sand table, which was close to the Ailan Faluo Empire: "Arrange for him to go to the side hall, and I will go over immediately." ”

The incandescent magic lamp hung from the golden dome, and Fei Lan sat alone on the seat, her body straight, her handsome face stained with a little frost, adding a touch of maturity.

Steady footsteps came from the corridor, and Fei Lan stood up when he heard the sound, and after seeing the familiar figure, he said respectfully: "Fei Lan has seen Baron Modrian!" ”

The look of surprise disappeared in a flash, and Modrian sat behind his desk, motioned for Firan in front of him to sit down, and said with a smile: "How do you have time to come to Valoran?" Didn't you say that you went to the battlefield to train? ”

"The war is over, the kingdom of Besilik wants to negotiate peace, and the parliament of the empire is seeking more benefits." Firan heard Modrian's inquiry, and immediately told the reason behind it.

"So I had nothing to do there, and I was chased back by my uncle Wales."

Wales! Hearing the familiar name, Modrian raised his eyebrows lightly, and looked at Philan, who was maintaining a respectful posture in front of him, and he realized that he had ignored something unusual after entering the side hall.

The change of Firan!

It is no longer the equality that once was, but with awe and respect.

Sure enough, those real top aristocratic families cannot be underestimated, and they are also happy in their hearts.

Modrian remembered the problems left behind by Wales, and the oath of his real name that he swore by his own life was indeed inviolable. Once the contents are leaked, it is a situation where the real name is defeated and the soul is annihilated, and even the gods cannot save their lives.

But the situation was too rushed to take into account some of the circumstances. It might be possible if Wales, without breaking his oath, would have alluded to what had happened in Valoran's territory in other ways.

In addition, the Barras family has great power in the Elanfaro Empire, and even faintly controls the Southern Legion, and there will definitely be many strategists in the family.

Modrian looked at Firan in front of him, since he was here, it meant that the Barras family had brought goodwill: "Take me to say hello to His Majesty of Wales, and what he promised will be delivered as soon as possible." "Even if it is well-intentioned, it cannot lack the money behind the oath.

Wait a minute... It seems that in memory, Wales contributed two life money, hmm..... If so, His Majesty Wales is indeed a good friend to make, oh, and the silver dragon Gretta, who has contributed no small amount to the development of Valoran's territory.

Hearing Modrian's words, Filan's eyes flashed, and the advice of his father, Archduke Barras, flashed in his mind, don't look at Valoran with the eyes of the past, it is definitely not just an ordinary and ordinary legendary force.

"This is a gift that Uncle Wales asked me to bring you, saying that you will love it." Fei Lan unbuttoned his robe with his right hand and took out an indigo space ring from the chain mail hanging bag inside.

Consciousness gently touched the spatial ring, which contained a mountain of magical items. Modrian smiled with satisfaction: "It's really polite, this gift is really good." ”

"So, is there anything you have to do this time?" After accepting the ring, Modrian looked at Firan and whispered. Now that the gift has arrived, the attitude should also change, which is the principle of treating wealthy guests.

"Nothing special, what my father and uncle meant was that I would be in charge of all the affairs of the Barras family in Valoran in the future." Philan got up and left his seat, respectfully performed a very standard aristocratic etiquette to Modrian, placed his left hand on his right chest, bowed slightly 45 degrees, and looked down at the ground with his handsome face down.

"And I hope to establish a deeper cooperative relationship with Valoran in the future!"

Modrian did not respond, half-squinted, staring at Firan in front of him, from the above words, his identity changed to the first and only heir of the Ballas family, representing the attitude of the Ballas family.

An equal partnership, or paving the way for Filan to invest? And as the absolute top nobles, does the Barras family think so highly of Valoran?

Knock knock! Knock knock!

The left hand gently tapped on the heavy tabletop, and the rhythmic sound resounded in the side hall, and the incandescent magic light shone on Fei Lan's body, like a white veil, hazy and blurred.

The sound of footsteps, Modrian stood in front of Fei Lan, stretched out his right hand, and gently helped Fei Lan, I have to say that this is the noble young master taught by the blood nobles, and his performance is impeccable in all aspects.

"Valoran Collar is also willing to establish a cooperative relationship with the Barras family!"

Philan got up, looked up at Modrian in front of him, and smiled at each other. After pondering for a while, he suddenly spoke: "Baron Modrian, seeing that there is a lot of movement in your territory, I will send a message, free of charge." Out of the corner of his eye, he swept over the side hall, and when he saw that there was no movement, he knew that it was safe here.

"The Gate of Sorrow has changed, and the legions stationed in the empire have found that there are plague infected people in the barriers, and they are formed into legions!"

"Be careful!"

At the door of the side hall, Modrian looked at the departing figure of Firan with a solemn expression, and the news provided by the Barras family was very timely.

"Robbery, are you all ready?" Modrian asked.

"There won't be any problems!"

In the shadow corner, the catastrophe quietly appeared, and replied in a low voice.

Can't wait any longer!

The strategy is complete, and Modrian and Svein are looking for as much security as possible, but the plan can't keep up with the changes, and he needs to make changes in advance.

The Plague Lands in the western region of Silverpine Province are vital to the future of Valoran's Territory!

"Herald Cree, carry out the plan!"

In the current emergency, Kree is the best candidate.

Svein, Modrian's most important adviser, will accompany him to the improvised camp; Darius is the symbol of the strength of the Noxian Legion, and is integrating and commanding all Noxian soldiers in the territory; Sain is also a good candidate, but the others are still in the fortress of Lakstark and can't get there.

In the previous confrontation with the gnolls, Kree led the Noxian cavalry under his command to completely defeat and slaughter countless gnolls, showing the strength of Valoran's army to the fullest.

The Admiral of the Noxian Empire, Major Cree, will bring the floral scent of victory to Valoran!

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Limontanlu.

This ancient and majestic city is still thriving, with a crowded flow of people cascading down the grey straight road to the heavy city gates, and countless caravans carrying many luxury goods.

In recent days, the nobles in the city have been gathering more frequently, and gorgeous carriages can be seen every day, gathering in groups.

Inside the palace of Valrant, the golden glow of autumn adorns the majestic buildings, reflecting the golden spire and illuminating the dark palace halls.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The hard tip of the pen swept across the white paper, leaving behind a trail of pitch-black handwriting, sharp and twisted, and Guy kept dropping the pen, and the thin paper was full of handwriting, and even the white quill poked through the paper, writing on the crimson desktop.

"I... Be.... Who ......"

'Guy' raised his face slightly, his blue hair draped over his shoulders, a faint frost spilling out of his eyes, a flickering of confusion and ignorance, mixed with a hint of upside-down pure white pupils.

"I ..... Be.... Guy Creggie Varrant ..........."

"I....... Be.... Ogster Borebreck ......"

“.... Damn it..... Get out of my body! "'Guy' looked at the violet flowers that bloomed on the walls of the palace, and there was a moment of clarity in his eyes, but he was suppressed by the dragon shadow in his mind.

Crunch! Crunch!

Slender fingers left white frost-like marks on the crimson desk, little by little, joined into threads, and then the palms of the hands turned into scaly minions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Whew........ Phew.........."

The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the palace, the frost mist was filled, and in the blur, the face of 'Guy' was faintly visible, showing a relaxed look, and the pure white vertical pupils flashed with faint joy.

"It's not easy to control this body after all!"

"Guy, a good name, I've seen your qualifications since the time I signed the contract with your father, and it's not bad."

Subtle spell fluctuations flickered, and 'Guy' looked at the face in front of him in the icy lens, and said with satisfaction.

"Believe in the binding power of a pact with the devil? Very interesting and humble idea! ”

"The power of the legend is not so easy to give, and you sink into it, this is not to blame me, it is your own choice!" An inexplicable smile filled the corners of his mouth, and a faint majesty appeared in Guy's pure white eyes.

"Hmm.... Let's take a look at what's going on lately, I've heard that the god of abomination of the plague has made some moves, but I don't know if it's successful? Turning his head to look at the mage tower standing tall outside the palace, he noticed the existence of a legendary mage, and his strength was okay.

Immediately he didn't care anymore, what was in front of him mattered, and 'Guy' scanned the information in his soul.

"Valoran Lord, the new Legendary Force, etc.... Is it to slaughter the forces of the cunning Scarlet Serpent Archibald? ”

"There's a majestic presence behind it? Which old guy is it? ”

The autumn breeze drifted into the palace of Valrant, blowing the dissipated frost and gently echoing the sound of the dragon's roar, obliterating all the paper that was full of handwriting.

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