After leaving the city of Edalas, the road turned around, and in the free time before the storm, Modrian took Sophia on a walking tour to make up for the completely disrupted journey.

The desolate Northland has changed a lot, and the once uninhabited Liao is now scattered with some relocated and newly built villages, and the number of caravans and mercenaries walking on the galloping roads has also increased, but I don't know how many of these slightly prosperous scenes will remain after the storm.

Click! Click!

The straight blue stone road, the magnificent carriage forward, the Moderian had already put away his cloak, and the trip to the city of Edalas was very fruitful, not only knowing the choice of the kingdom, but also the storm environment of the Northlands, oh, and a piece of news about himself.

As he rode slowly, he looked out at the town of Irwindale not far away, where the flow of people was still crowded, but mostly wandering mercenaries and some adventurers, who smelled the smell of war.

The number of traders and merchants who used to be less and less travelling, and the occasional sight of wealthy gentlemen with their families in tow seem to have sensed that something is wrong in the kingdom.

Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer!

This old proverb from past lives also applies to a kingdom that is about to be in chaos.

A melodious cry sounded in his ears, and Mordrian's head turned to look at the sky-blue bluebird over his shoulder, and those blue eyes reflected the scene in the town of Irwindale.

Interesting!

Which faction is this coming to Valoran territory? Modrian gazed with interest at the faintly surrounded garrison's mansion, the fluttering banner painted with violet flowers blooming on the blood, shining and eye-catching.

The Varrant Family!?

Immediately, he reacted and smiled, there are really people in the Gate of Sorrow, is this to make a fortune before the storm sweeps?

"Your Lord." In front of the town of Irvendale, Congreef, dressed in elite armor and carrying a giant axe, looked at Modrian with a respectful face and saluted.

Far away, he had seen this magnificent convoy and the Noxian blood-colored cavalry that formed a protective formation at the end and was clad in sharp armor.

"Lord Cooper is receiving guests from the Gate of Sorrow at the Guard's Mansion, do you want to come over?"

Hearing this, Modrian raised his eyebrows slightly, is that really the case, the guest of the Gate of Sorrows? Immediately, he turned to Tiana beside him and arranged, "Please send Sophia back first, I have some things to deal with here." ”

"Yes, my lord." Tiana bowed slightly, then turned around and led the convoy towards the road to Fort Vrau, until the figure disappeared.

"Let's go, let's go and see." Modrian led the way into the town of Irwindale, followed by Zhao Xin and the Intrepid Pioneer Legionnaires, who followed silently.

......................

Located in the heart of the town of Irwindale, the Garrison's Mansion is about four feet high, with dark gray walls that reflect a miserable white glow in the sun, and the overall appearance is quite solemn and majestic.

At this time, in the conference hall on the third floor, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe stood at the window curtain, looking down at the bustling street with a calm expression, and said softly: "Very good, I didn't expect that in addition to Edalas City, there is such a prosperous trade zone in the Northland. ”

"It's just a pity, I don't know if this place can survive the coming storm."

After sighing a few words, the middle-aged man in brocade robe looked sideways at the non-commissioned officer standing not far away, and said with a chuckle: "That.... Who... Oh, it's called Cooper, right? ”

"Did you inform Baron Modrian? My time is precious, and if I don't come back, I'll have to go to Fort Dig and ask him to come over in person, and I hope you won't mind. ”

It's just a Northland baron, others may not know Modrian's identity, but as a royal party, he knows very well that Modrian is not on the side of the royal party at all, and even offended two royal party bosses: Duke Dacama and Count Raphael.

Therefore, this trip is that the people behind him want to take the benefits that should belong to the Gate of Sorrow before the storm comes, even if they have the followers of the Knight Chief, no one can stop them in the face of the established fate, the royal party is about to rise in the kingdom, those bloodline nobles who possess countless resources will become history, and the meritorious nobles who do nothing should also be sent to the front.

Cooper frowned slightly, looking at the elite soldiers standing in the conference hall, the garrison from the Gate of Grief, and then at the hypocritical middle-aged man in brocade robes, helpless in his heart.

"I'm sorry, but my lord is busy with business, so I don't have to be able to make it over. If you have anything, you can tell me first, and I can give feedback on my side............."

"You !?" The middle-aged man in the brocade robe directly interrupted Cooper's words, his face was gloomy, his dark eyes showed a cold light, and the majestic momentum like a prison blatantly pressed against this ignorant person.

"I'm looking for Baron Modrian, what's the use of you as a garrison?"

Well? Great Knight! After Cooper felt the surging life energy, his face changed slightly, and then returned to normal, it seems that the lord from the Gate of Sorrow in front of him did not seem to have inquired about the situation in the town of Irwindale, and a great knight dared to be so presumptuous!?

For countless days and nights, Cooper was glad about his choice, and as the garrison of the town of Irwindal, he was well aware of the terrifying power of Valoran's territory.

A faint shadow lingered through the chamber, silently, and finally came to a standstill at the feet of all the elite soldiers.

"I'm sorry, Lord Lord's affairs........"

Crunch!

Modri walked in pretendically, without mentioning that he had been listening to the door for a long time, and pointed to the middle-aged man in the brocade robe and asked Cooper, "Which guy is who?" ”

"He only said that he was a guest from the Gate of Sorrows, and did not identify himself." Cooper bowed his head respectfully and said with a slight bow.

"So, a person who doesn't know his identity is standing here in such a grand manner, swearing words?" Modrian hadn't looked at the middle-aged man in the brocade robe since he entered the door, and since the other party didn't put his identity as a guest correctly, then he didn't have to give the other party any face.

"It was my mistake, I'll .......... next time," Cooper said apologetically.

"I'm the Captain of the First Legion of the Door of Sorrows, Lord Baz, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Baron Modrian." Lord Buzz interrupted Cooper again, his expression calm, and his tone accentuated Modrian's title, as if to remind him of something.

"Remember, don't let anyone in next time, this is the administrative center of Irwindale, the most important place in Irwindale." Modrian reminded that Cooper was one of the first cavalrymen to follow him, and he valued it, but the experience of the past three decades or so still affected Cooper's vision and judgment.

"I'm the Captain of the First Legion of the Door of Sorrows, Lord Baz, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Baron Modrian." Lord Buzz repeated again, but his expression was slightly hideous, and his dark eyes were fixed on Modrian.

"Well, I heard it, don't be so loud!" Modrian waved his hand indifferently and said indifferently. "So what happened Lord Buzz coming over this time?"

"Came to save your life!"

Lord Buzz held back his anger, stared at the hypocritical face, and said in a deep voice, he wanted to see the other party's panicked cry when he heard the news.

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