Lenwall Mountains, Laxstak Fortress.

The golden dome is hung with several delicate magic lamps, and the gentle light spills into the hall, illuminating the brightly colored patterned marble floor.

Modrian leaned down to watch the changes in the sands of war, starting from the province of Blackwood, where the vivid red had spread to the province of Silverpine and loomed over the city of Edalas.

On his side were the Rayser garrison legionnaires who were slightly scattered around the sand table, and during this time, they had almost eaten and lived in the palace, just to be the first to get the news from the War Stonemasons and the Shadow Streamers.

"My lord, there's an urgent message from Cooper." The distorted shadow disillusioned the figure, and the indifferent voice sounded in the ears.

"There was a riot in the town of Irwindale, and a large number of refugees wanted to crowd into the town."

Hearing this, Modrian's brows furrowed, the chaos in the northern lands of the kingdom this time was expected, including the countless refugees who had left their homeland.

And for the future development and prosperity of Valoran, Modrian did not drive them away, but asked Cooper to arrange them well.

"What caused it?"

"Based on discoveries by the Shadowstreamers and War Masons, the Gnoll Legion has been spotted near the city of Edalas, and there are signs of an invasion of Valoran's Territory." Zai reported, his lowered eyes glowing with scarlet, and the Twilight Blade of the Draxa in his sleeve flickered with a cold and cold light.

"I suspect that someone is stirring the strings because some of the refugees are heading in the direction of Fort Digvo."

"Gnoll Legion!?" Modrian looked at the bright red of the war sand table, which represented the place that had been attacked by the kingdom of Besilik.

"Any news from Kree?"

Not long ago, the rudimentary system had a message prompt of victory points every day, but in recent days, the prompt has suddenly decreased, and I don't know if something happened to Kree's side.

"After the destruction of the Gnoll Vanguard that night, there wasn't much news from Kree, most of it was about the Gnoll Legion." Zai whispered, that huge army of gnolls was discovered by the Shadow Streamers and War Masons after entering the Silver Pine Province.

"Do you want to support ......." Modrian turned to Svein behind him and asked, the number of the Gnoll Legion was too many, and according to the wildness and killing of the Gnolls, Kree and his Noxian cavalry might not be able to resist.

"My lord, believe in Kree!" Svein said indifferently. "It's time for us to pay more attention to the Valoran Territory, there is darkness invading the territory, eager to understand the power of the Valoran Territory."

Modrian stared slightly, even with the purge of the Raiders and Shadowstreamers, there was still an element of uneasiness lurking among the refugees or in the town of Irwindale.

The development and strength of the Valoran Territory have finally attracted the attention of others, especially the legendary battle of Limontamlu, which has caused a lot of turmoil in the dark.

Legendary power, generally refers to the huge force with legendary powerhouses, in the previous Stoke Kingdom, on the surface, only the Valrant royal family has the guardian of the Violet Mage Tower, the legendary mage, Craigie Christopher Nelson.

And now the terrifying power exposed by the rural nobles of the Northland is shocking and terrifying, with at least two legendary existences, this is a terrifying force that the Valrante royal family must pay attention to and treat carefully, not to mention the other great noble forces.

This is why the purpose of the alliance contract that the Dalles wanted so much was to allow Horace to become a follower of the Baron of the Northlands.

"Did you find anything?" Modrian looked at Svein's calm appearance and asked curiously.

"Through the darkness of the fear of others, I look at everything!" Svein picked up his black cane and walked gently to the palace door, looking down at the majestic fortress.

"The show is about to begin, and the lord can enjoy it."

Wow! Wow! Wow!

The hoarse chirping of crows hovered over the fortress, and the dark gray mist surging like a swarm of scavenging crows spread into the distance without a trace.

Modrian looked at the not very tall body, but it had a reassuring feeling, and in a trance, the thick fog suddenly dispersed, and a red arm like a flame pushed away the almost substantial mist, covering the fortress of Lakstark and firmly guarding the Valoran territory.

"Haha, acting, I like it the most!" A smile suddenly appeared on Modrian's fair face, and then he chuckled.

"Robbery, full support to Svein, I hope to see the best performance!"

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The sky hung low like a gray curtain, and the melancholy dark gray clouds accumulated more and more, like an iron cage imprisoning the Lenwall Mountains, and the cool spring breeze blew through without a trace of clouds.

"Have you started?" In the quiet environment of the mercenary union on the third floor of the mercenary union in the town of Irwindal, a gray-haired old man pushed open the window, looked at the changing sky, and whispered.

Jasper, who had just arrived in Valoran, was amazed by the order and prosperity of the place, a territory that was slowly rising, he saw the infinite potential, and coupled with the terrifying strength, he somewhat understood His Majesty's concerns.

In addition, the shadows hidden in the territory also made him feel oppressed, no wonder the power of Yin Flower and Dark Erosion could not penetrate here, especially in the bloody purge that night, the little guy standing in the garrison's mansion made him feel the ultimate sense of danger.

"I don't know if the emergence of such a force in the Desolate Northland is good or bad for the current Stoke Kingdom!?"

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The town of Irwindale, with its bustling commercial streets and the influx of fleeing civilians under order, makes this area even more noisy, with crowded crowds and numerous stalls and shops, appealing to the peaceful life of the town under the turmoil.

The Kerr Jewelry Shop, which is a very popular shop, should be said to have suddenly gained popularity recently, because it accepts pawns for jewelry, and most of the wealth carried by the refugees is jewelry and the like, with very little copper, tin and silver.

The backyard of the shop, unlike the front door, is very quiet, and if a legal professional appears here, he can detect subtle spell fluctuations in the air.

"Under the crown of Agnes, there are people secretly encouraging refugees to march deeper into Valoran's territory, should we be involved?" Kerr is a wealthy businessman with a big belly, and at this moment, in the backyard secret room, he is respectfully reporting to the figure in the communication crystal.

"Don't meddle rashly, just observe and steal information." A faint spiritual fluctuation triggered the communication crystal, and Agnes opened her eyes, and the golden divine light flashed in her pupils.

"The Temple of Fortune has already arranged a move, and I hope to know the detailed results."

"Yes, Your Majesty Agnes." Kerr leaned over and bowed.

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Deep darkness shrouded the oak woods, and four or five shadowy figures hid in the Lenwall Mountains, cautiously watching the fortress of Lakstark.

"Are you sure there's an entrance to the Abyss?" A low, hoarse voice rang out, asking his companion beside him.

"Sure! According to the feedback of high-level demons, around three years ago, an abyss entrance appeared here, but it quickly disappeared, and I don't know whether it was sealed or eliminated. The figure on the far left whispered.

"Then wait silently, wait for that group of refugees to make a complete fuss, and then we will dive in and have a look." A low, hoarse voice sounded again, and he sensed a hint of danger in the fortress in front of him, a deadly danger for no apparent reason.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

A rotting raven standing on a branch swayed and hovered its wings, and its scarlet eyes reflected the hidden figures, which disappeared between the mountains.