In the year 1459 of the Starfall calendar, the glorious festival ended in a bustling noise, leaving behind the scene after the carnival!

Most of the ordinary people in the northern part of the kingdom have returned to their former busyness, struggling in the fiery crucible of life for the sake of their families behind them and for a more decent life.

Compared with the toiling of the people at the bottom, many small and medium-sized nobles began to run around the different elegant mansions in the city of Edalas, praying to obtain some scraps of information from the so-called top aristocratic forces.

Some of them have already chosen their affiliated forces, but most of them are still waiting to see.

No one could see the specific situation in the surging water of the dark tide, and the most important thing was that the old king was still struggling and had not yet fallen, which gave uncertainty to the matter.

And now the forces that choose to stand are basically court nobles, as well as a small number of meritorious nobles who themselves are engraved with some noble coats of arms, and they are forced to do so under the pressure of the crushing of dark clouds.

These changes belonged to the upper class, but they also began to imperceptibly affect the people at the bottom, and even the brightest pearl of the Silver Pine Province, the city of Edalas, was also deeply affected by the surging undercurrent.

Many well-informed traders began to sell goods on a large scale, safe economic transactions were their first consideration, and the country of imminent chaos was the most unpopular zone for merchants, and the golden shield and life, the sleek merchants had already decided.

Of course, some businessmen who want to make war money are not in this category, war and wealth, life and profit, are their ultimate pursuit.

In addition to these changes, there are many wandering mercenaries and mercenary groups with sufficient prestige in the city of Edalas, either because of the visible opportunity to make a difference, or because of the will of the nobles behind them.

In short, the calm city of Edalas is turbulent, and the darkness under the light spreads to the corners.

Not only the city of Edalas, but also the kingdom's war fortress, the Gate of Sorrow, and the city of Ranvasur (the Jeffrey family station}, which stands in the northeast, are more or less chaotic.

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Lenwall Mountains, Laxstak Fortress.

The crimson dawn shines between the peaks, and the footsteps of winter have not yet left, reflecting the cold places everywhere, rendering a watercolor scroll of light ink.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

A low roar that emitted a faint coercion echoed in the sky, and an elite team of silver-gray dragon birds hovered above the fortress, their wings spread out to cover the rising red sun, their sharp claws tearing apart the crimson halo, and their slender bodies crisscrossed the peaks and mountains.

[Demacian Dragonbirds: Demacian dragonbirds are the most ferocious predators, they mainly live among the towering cliffs, cold winds. Still, on the rare occasion that some heroic man can become a close companion to these creatures, becoming a dragon knight. 】

[The Dragonbird Knights of Demacia serve in the Imperial Legion of Demacia, playing the role of reconnoitring the enemy situation and disrupting the enemy's line, and are an extremely elite team. 】

Dressed in armor made of Demacian steel that resembles the wings of a dragon bird, the Demacian dragon bird knight sat on the back of the dragon bird, his cold eyes scanning the roads between the mountains, and the dark blue cloak pulled out a brilliant color.

At the same time, the forests of the Lenwall Mountains were filled with patrol teams of Noxian Expeditionary Cavalry and Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, who guarded the entire area of the mountain to prevent any spies from stepping into the fortress.

"Your Excellency, you have arrived." Outside the silent study, Crane knocked softly on the door.

"Got it!"

Modrian stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, his golden hair was deliberately long and scattered over his shoulders, revealing his wildness like a lion's mane, his dark pupils flashed red, and his fair face was full of solemnity.

A white folded shirt, a pure black vest, and loose gray pants cover up the muscles just right, and a refreshing and good temperament are paved, but they have long been like the two people in their memory.

Turning his head slightly, Modrian looked at the gray giant building standing in the center of Lakstak Fortress, the red-backed double-edged axe Noxus flag flying high on the left and right sides of the building, and the wide road made of smooth rock made of rock made through the illusory air leading to Fort Dig on the other side.

At this moment, a squad of dragons was walking on the construction road carrying steel carts full of goods, escorted by Noxian Imperial cavalry.

"Noxtola!" Modrian lightly recited the name of the building, and the changes that this Noxian Empire's portal brought to Valoran's territory were visible to the naked eye.

The speed of development of the fortress of Lakstak relying on Fort Dig and the towns of Irwindale has been exerted to the extreme, whether it is the shortening of the distance or the savings in material and manpower, Modrian is secretly amazed.

Modrian regrouped and left his study for the palace halls of the Laxstak Fortress.

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The once dilapidated palace hall has been restored to the majestic glory of the ice and snow dwarf era, the corpses piled up everywhere have been completely emptied, the dark gray floor has been paved, and more than a dozen thick stone pillars carved with mysterious patterns support the towering dome, and the brilliant magical lights are sprinkled.

The pathways on the left and right have been thoroughly cleared, and the walls have been opened up to lead directly to the inner hall at the back.

The tall Iron Throne stood on top of the steps, flanked by Noxian blood-colored cavalry in crimson armor lined up to defend the throne, red and black heavy cavalry slanted to the sky, and cold and merciless eyes beneath the heavy armor.

At this moment, the seats on both sides of the palace were already occupied by many people, on the left were the heroes of the Noxian Empire led by Darius, including the Raging Knight Kree, the undead god of war Sain, etc., as well as the extremely outstanding mid-level generals, Gregory and Vorsman.

On the right is the Valoran hero who belongs to the good and orderly family, with Poppy at the top, Wing Quinn of Demacia in the second, followed by Swift Scout Teemo and the drunken Barrel Gulagas,

As for the Lord of the Shadow Stream, Tribulation stood quietly on the left hand side of the Iron Throne, his hands hanging down, his eyes slightly closed.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The sound of crisp and powerful footsteps echoed through the palace, and Mordrian's stride on the Iron Throne, watching the heroes in the hall, and the silence descended.

"My lord, this is something that has happened recently, as well as the planned tasks for the next two months." Crane, who followed Modrian silently, the butler of Fortfort, took out a notepad full of words from his bosom and whispered.

Modrian took the notebook and tapped through it carefully, tapping his left hand on the left armrest of the Iron Kingdom, and before long, he returned the notebook to Crane.

"The dark tide is about to sweep, you can stock up on some supplies in advance, and try to buy some of the missing supplies when the homesteaders can be self-sufficient."

"As for the guards, how about the things that have been arranged?" Modrian asked, looking at Gregory, who was sitting last on his left side.

"A group of mercenaries have been recruited, but unfortunately the effect is not satisfactory, and they are not used to being lazy and can't adapt to Noxus-style training now." Gregory said.

"But don't worry, your lordship, they will soon be loyal to the Valoran Territory!"