As the midday sun paved the green roads of the mountains, Modrian stood at the gates, watching Kevin's departing figure stretch until he was no longer seen around the corner.

"The Jeffrey Family!"

Modrian muttered to himself, his brown eyes glowed with a cold chill, he was embarrassed by Limontanlu's trap before, and now he came to calculate him, is this really when he didn't dare to fight back?

Recall the warning given by the Dahler family, the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa, bordering the eastern part of the Kingdom of Stoke and backed by the Kingdom of Mobilidin, is a trading country known as the continent of Karadimos.

"Tell Svein to come down and take a trip to Fort Wovo." Modrian moved his neck slightly, it seemed that someone had forgotten how the Valoran Territory was established in the first place, and it was time to teach those insidious and hypocritical nobles a bloody lesson.

"Yes!" Gregory whispered, a look of fanaticism on his resolute face, he smelled war.

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Inside the verdant main castle, the council hall was under martial law, and a column of Trefalis legionnaires were scattered in the corridors outside the hall, and on the periphery were fearless legionnaires led by Tiana's crown, scrambling around with cold eyes.

Inside the council hall, Modrian sat in the main seat, Zhao Xin stood behind him, Darius on the right was the first on the right, Svein was the first on the left, and below was Kree, the yodeler who had heard the news.

The sand table of war had been fully opened, the curtain was scattered on the ground, and a soldier in lilac armor with a double-edged axe emblazoned on his chest in the shape of a skeleton was surrounding the conference table, and they were placing signs on the sand table, listing the cities and mountain roads that needed attention.

Most of these soldiers are resourceful and powerful mid-level legion non-commissioned officers, but after coming to the [Resor Garrison], they are willing to become unknown soldiers.

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[Resor Garrison: It is a legion organization headed by the Noxian commander Svein, known as the Noxian First Legion organization. Among the famous heroes are the undead god of war Sain, the ominous blade Katarina. In a battle with Gavin IV, the prince of Demacia, Svein defeated and captured Gavin IV, the prince of Demacia, with the Lesser garrison. 】

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"During this leisurely time, I have rearranged the tasks of the War Masons and the Shadow Streamers, and I have achieved good results, at least I know almost all the terrain in the northern lands of the kingdom very well." Svein gently picked up the tea, took a sip, and said softly.

"Only the Gate of Sorrow is a little difficult, and its commander should not be simple, and light and dark sentinels have been arranged for every critical terrain around."

"Our main opponents right now are from the Jeffrey family, so let's focus on the east side." Modrian looked at Svein, thought for a moment, and spoke.

"My lord, based on what Gregory has just said, I feel that the turmoil in the Stoke Kingdom may be far more than the Dallor family described."

Not far away, Gregory noticed Svein's gaze and raised his head in frenzy, showing the Noxians' enthusiasm for war.

Svein gestured, then gently straightened his black coat, picked up the cane that was placed on the side of the conference table, and got up and walked over to the Lesser garrison.

"This is Blackwood, this is Silverpine, this is Edalas, and this is the Gate of Sorrow." Svein reached out and picked up the white flags, planted them in several places on the sand table, and then looked at Modrian and said.

"These places will all be affected by the radiation of the Ellen Faro Empire."

"Once the Besilik Kingdom breaks through to the Silverpine Province, who will be free to deal with those filthy lizardmen soldiers?"

"The Gate of Sorrow is not good, there is the Elean Faro Empire eyeing it, and the legions stationed there will not send troops easily; Edalas City is also not good, as the center of Northland trade, the terrain is limited, and it can only protect itself. ”

"As for the other noble forces, they may flee when the Besilik Kingdom invades the province of Silverpine."

When he first arrived in another world, Svein was not only adapting to different power systems, but also learning about the people's knowledge and customs here, and he knew that the local nobles of the Stoke Kingdom were very different from the nobles of the Noxian Empire.

"So in the end, there will be a situation where the soldiers of the Besilik Kingdom will raid the Northland?!" Modrian saw Svein looking over, and his tone was a little lower.

"But it's impossible for the royal capital to watch the Northland fall, right?"

"It's hard to say, sometimes the superior has to learn to give up something for strategic purposes, as long as it can ensure the survival of the living force."

Svein showed a bloody smile, how similar the situation in the Stoke Kingdom at this moment was to the Noxian Empire, which had been fighting and killing everywhere, cutting off his hands and arms in order to survive better.

Unfortunately, the situation of the Stoke Kingdom is even worse, and if they make the wrong choice, they will usher in a devastating blow, because they do not have the strong military power of the Noxian Empire.

Hearing Svein's words, Modrian was a little silent, he was still too young for strategic considerations, and he had never even been exposed to this aspect in his previous life.

"I don't know what the ruler of the Stoke Kingdom will choose, but my lord, we have to think about our situation." Svein broke the silence, it didn't matter if the lord didn't understand, as long as he could understand, and then picked up two red flags and planted them in the northeast of the kingdom.

Ranvasur Castle and the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa!

"I don't know much about the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa, but for our potential enemies, perhaps the Jeffrey family, who have turned to the forefront, I have asked the Lord of the Shadow Stream for some information." Svein turned his head slightly, stared at the shadow at Modrian's side, and whispered.

"The Grand Duke of the North, Goldland Vasul Jeffrey, is definitely a powerful man, if the information from the Dalle family is likely to be true, judging by what the lord has done before, then we have to consider the trouble from the eastern part of the kingdom."

"Ranvasur Castle, Jeffrey Family!" Modrian's face was a little gloomy, and he didn't dare to imagine what kind of turmoil the Jeffrey family, as one of the top nobles in the Stoke Kingdom, would cause if they defected to other countries.

The most important thing is the Northland............

Suddenly, Modrian realized something, and suddenly looked up at Svein, and saw a hint of approval in that grim face.

"Damn, it won't really be what I thought it would be................"