The conference hall is brightly lit.

Brilliant magical lights and bright yellow flames are reflected in the sleek fireplace.

The busy Rayser garrison either whispered or hurried through the corners of the hall.

They will deal with anything that happens in Valoran's territory and report back to Svein for a final decision.

This was originally their job in the Noxian Empire, and now it has been replaced by Valoran Territory, which is very easy to handle.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, Modrian entered the hall and saw that Svein was already waiting, and Darius happened to be there, the two were talking softly in front of the war sand table, and from time to time they would fiddle with the red and white flags in the sand table.

"What is the current situation in the Stoke Kingdom?"

When Modrian was stranded in the Abyss of Original Sin, he had already learned from the robbery that the elite legions of the Stoke Kingdom and the lizardmen legions of the Besilik Kingdom had frequent confrontations in the Mori Shigexing Province.

At that time, because of the matter of dealing with Chiyan City, he didn't have a specific understanding, but he just paid attention to it, thinking that there should be some results now.

"Your Lord." Svein and Darius bowed slightly.

"Tell me, I know from the robbery, it seems that the situation is not good?" Modrian motioned for them not to be polite, looking down at the war sand table in front of them.

"It's not not bad, it's quite bad." Svein, with his black cane, walked to the side of the war sand table and pointed to the southwest of Valoran's territory.

Red flags almost fill the area, and only occasionally there are white flags in one or two places, which look a little bleak.

"In the face of the winter plundering of the Besilik Kingdom, the great nobles of Limontanlu have stopped the internal chaos and joined forces to send an elite army of nobles to fight against the invading lizardman army."

"But they underestimated the military campaign of the Beślik Kingdom, and the elite army of the nobles suffered heavy losses in the province of Morizhong." Svein gently fiddled with the red flags symbolizing the lizardmen legion, and walked along the town's mountains, approaching Limontanlu.

"Even the Violet Guards who came to their aid have been ambushed, and now they have retreated to the last barrier of Limontanlu, the Nuu Fortress."

Putting down the red banner, Svein turned his head to look at Modrian, and said softly: "After the war simulation of the Resor garrison, the nobles of those kingdoms may not be able to support the arrival of the Glorious Sacrifice Day. ”

"What is the situation in Morishige Province?" Modrian asked in a deep voice.

Svein took the letter handed over by the Resher garrison soldier beside him, and his pupils contracted slightly: "It's a little bad, the tragedy in the Blackwood Province is happening again." ”

"After the Lizardmen Legion and the Gnoll Legion defeated the noble elite legions, they carried out slaughter in the Morizhong Province and began to massacre humans, and many refugees poured into the surrounding provinces."

Looking at the many red flags in the sand table of war, Mordrian's expression was solemn: "The kingdom of Besilik is so powerful? ”

"Yes, this time the Besilik Kingdom should be sending elite legions, maybe they want more than winter plunder." Svein's expression was dark, looking at the western part of the war sandbox, the territory where the lizardmen were located.

"What do you mean?"

Hearing this, Modrian's brows furrowed, and a bad premonition appeared in his heart.

"I have inquired with Firan about the truce agreement signed between the Kingdom of Besilik and the Empire of Eranfaro, and the lizardmen have paid too much for the benefit of it."

Svein picked up three white flags from the edge of the sand table and planted them in the jungle plains and the vast ocean to which the kingdom of Besilik belonged.

"It's not just the interests of the inland, they have also given up part of the interests of the Endless Sea."

"Combined with the main army of this sortie, the Rayser garrison suspects that they are trying to make up for the losses, and the Kingdom of Stoke, which is now mired in civil strife, is the best target."

"If possible, I have a feeling that these lizardmen will have the idea of annexing the Stoke Kingdom."

Hearing Svein's words, Modrian's expression was gloomy, staring at the red flags scattered all over the sandbox of war.

The winter plundering war of the kingdom of Besilik is the cake that is being circled by the Valoran Collar.

According to the future development, Valoran territory will not be limited to the Lenwall Mountains and Silverpine Province, the outside world is large, and there are enough interests to meet the pace of territorial expansion.

The most important thing is that it is impossible for him to give up the kingdom of Stoke, which is a springboard for Valoran.

"How's Teemo and Kenan's handling going?"

Darius walked to his side and whispered, "The lizardmen of the Blackwood Province are very strong in blocking and fighting, and I have arranged for Kree to come over to assist in the battle. ”

"These lizardmen really have ideas." Modrian looked at the battle zone divided between the edge of the Silverpine Province and the Blackwood Province region, and his tone was cold.

"Any suggestions?" Turning to Svein and Darius, he asked.

"Let these lizardmen know that there are some things they can't touch." Svein smiled slightly, a crimson color filling his eyes.

Stretching out his left hand from the hem of his black robe, starting from the province of Kuroki, he pulled out all the red flags little by little.

"My advice ........"

"Put them .... Get them all out of the fight! ”

Modrian was silent for a moment, his expression slightly hesitant, and his eyes were on the Gate of Sorrow, where most of the main forces of the Noxus Legion were gathered, alerting the movements of the Elanfaro Empire.

"This requires the lord to meet with Firan for a detailed discussion, and sometimes, a certain amount of profit sacrifice can be made." Seeing Modrian's hesitation, Svein spoke slowly.

"As for the Temple of Wealth and the Temple of Strength, I think they understand the truth of the cold lips and teeth, after all, the kingdom of Besilik is a kingdom ruled by the lizardmen."

"I'll visit Firan, but I can't put all my chips on verbal promises." Modrian nodded slightly, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he remembered the betrayal of the Harriman family.

"The interests are moving, and we must be prepared for it ourselves."

"Of course." Svein approved, pleased with Modrian's current form. "I will arrange this aspect, and the Valoran Territory will definitely rise."

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Valoran Territory, La Fague City, Garrison Residence.