The orange-red glow of the morning sun spreads over the edges of the buildings of Lakstar Fortress, like a beautifully drawn line, adding infinite sun intoxication to the silver-gray sky.

A thin mist filled the air, and the Dragonbird Knights of Demacia hovered and guarded the sky of the fortress, the dragonbirds beneath the seat spread their slender wings to hide the light of dawn, their claws glowing with cold light swept over the mountaintops, and their slender bodies were hidden in the clouds.

Unlike usual, these Demacian Dragonbird Knights found something very different when they left the Dragonbird's Nest.

In the hazy mountains cascading on top of each other, a huge stone statue is silently carved into the smooth mountain wall like a knife, which is a skillful skill that vividly shows the image of the stone statue with magnificent wings.

The golden wings of the giant stone statue stretched slightly, silently guarding the Lakstar Fortress below, which had awakened from its slumber.

In the southwest corner of the Noxus forge burned brightly, the crimson flame illuminated the sky for half the sky, as if it never stopped, and functional swords, axes, and armor were loaded on steel wagons, carried by a dozen dragon lizards, and slowly walked along the wide road made of flat rock.

Then escorted by the Noxian cavalry, they entered [Noxtola], and the illusory halo kept surging, and they teleported to the castle of Langvasur and Fort Digvo.

Click! Click!

Inside the majestic palace, Modrian walked along the quiet paths, accompanied by the sound of crisp steps, and a bright yellow magic light lit up, slowly illuminating the transparent dome.

The metallic steel throne stood in the center of the palace, and from top to bottom, rows of Noxian blood-colored cavalry in crimson armor guarded the throne, and red and black heavy cavalry spears pointed at the sky, and a quiet atmosphere enveloped the palace hall.

Mordrian's face was slightly solemn as he sat on the Iron Throne and looked around at the heroes and followers who had already been in place on both sides, this time he held an internal meeting, in addition to the normal affairs report, but also to communicate internally to determine the future development strategy of Valoran Territory.

Looking back, this is the second adjustment of Valoran's territory's strategy, and he needs the territory to release its vigorous and upward potential as soon as possible.

Standing on the left is the Noxian hero led by Svein, followed by the silent Darius, the silly Sean, and oh, and the guy Sinjid huddled behind Sain with a green medicine bottle, for fear that something will find him.

If it weren't for Modrian's orders, perhaps this monstrous alchemist wouldn't have left the laboratory at all.

Thanks to the blessing of the orange essence, the arrival of the [Alchemy Technology Research Team] has solved the problem of lack of manpower for Sinjid, and he no longer needs to hire those 'rough' war stonemasons.

It was also with the arrival of alchemy technology researchers that Sinjid's previous idea of the plague was realized, and because of the number of people, these Frankensteins actually abandoned Fort Dig and wanted to build their own steampunk-style laboratory under the fortress.

For some reason, Modrian did not refuse Sinjid's request that perhaps, maybe, probably, perhaps, in the future, the iron-glass city, with its patchwork aesthetics and grotesque violent aesthetics, would reappear in the fortress of Lakstark?

Fate is strange, no one can say, so the latent thoughts in his heart have sprouted and grown since they appeared.

The right side of the Iron Throne is relatively mixed, but if you subdivide it, it can be included in the array of order and goodness.

Galen, the power of Demacia, stands at the top of the right, followed by Bobby, who is maturing, Quinn who teases Hualo, Fiona, who looks cold, and Gulagas who is swaying and flushed.

If it weren't for Zhao Xin's special trip to Irwindale Town to 'invite' this guy, I don't know how long this thing would have been drunk, at least Mordrian's current fragrance of ale can still be smelled.

For the heroes under his command, Modrian has no special constraints, they all have their own memories, have their own stories, in addition to war, he also allows heroes to move freely in the territory, and deals with some local nobles by the way.

The fist is always a little more important than the truth.

Further down, already below the stairs, Cooper, Horace, and Sigrid, the three staunch followers, remained straight, their expressions calm, but their slightly rolled eyes spoke of the waves stirring in their hearts.

It was the first time they had participated in an internal meeting, and it was the first time they had seen many of the forces under Modrian's command, but the mere fact that the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry guarding the throne had made their hearts tremble slightly.

Can be selected into the palace, as the palace guards of the Noxian blood cavalry are all elite battles, outstanding can match the Trifali legionnaires, with the strength of the great knights.

Not to mention the many heroes above, when the corner of their eyes touched the leaders, they felt powerless in the depths of their souls.

However, they are also glad that they have chosen to become a follower of Modrian, which may be the right choice of their lives.

As for the three yodelers, Kree, Teemo, and Kenan, before the plague plague in Silverpine Province was resolved, Modrian arranged for them to be on duty in the improvised camp, along with their respective Noxian soldiers and the main ship scouts, in case a plague-infected person stormed Valoran's territory.

"Your Majesty Svein!" Modrian nodded slightly to the Noxian commander on the left, who had discussed some general matters with Svein before the internal meeting.

After all, as one of the tri-member councils of Trevary, who is in charge of the Noxian Empire, Svein represents a far-sighted plan!

The black cane tapped the ground, and Svein, maintaining the etiquette of an old-fashioned aristocracy, walked gently to the center of the palace, where the sand table had already been placed, and the red and blue flags were planted all over the Valoran collar.

"After my discussion with the lord, and considering the possible enemies in the future, the Valoran Lords have decided to change the strategic direction of the previous economic development, and still maintain economic development on the bright side, but secretly turn to the offensive!"

"And set your eyes on the west of the Silver Pine Province!"

Svein casually picked up two red flags and planted them in the city of Edalas and the Gate of Sorrows, and a faint bloody smile appeared on his face.

"Taking advantage of the plague plague, we will do our best to take these two places, and then directly take full control of the Silverpine Province."

"Wait a minute, Your Majesty Svein!" Horace at the bottom of the stairs spoke suddenly, only to be shocked when he saw the light in Svein's gaze, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"I.... Some..... Question, will Limontanlu, or the Kingdom of Stoke, allow us to take full control of the province of Silverpine? ”

Hearing this, Svein smiled, he would be very tolerant of anyone who made a mistake for the first time, at least for the sake of the other party being a follower of the lord.

Ignoring Horace's question, Svein looked at the guy cowering behind Theon, his eyes flickering. "Sinjid, I need you to provide a large batch of [Sinjid No. 1 Elixir] and [Plague Breath Device] before the end of the Sun Season!"

"No problem, my alchemy technology research team and I promise to complete the task!" Sinjid bowed slightly, and said that he had been a hired pharmacist during the invasion of Ionia, and he knew how terrible Svein was.

"Darius, Theon, integrate the Noxian soldiers in the territory, enter a state of war, we need to prepare in advance!"