Rolling hills set in azure skies and dense forests dotted with the Lenwall Mountains, a region that was once in the shadows has been reborn for nearly two years.

The bleak autumn mood has long since faded, the cold of winter is coming step by step, the sunset is shining, and the warm golden light is sprinkled on every Valoran territory, which looks extraordinarily magnificent, like a picture of beautiful scenery.

Valoran Territory, a new territory rising in the north of the Stoke Kingdom, includes the towns of Irwindal, Fort Digging and Laxstak Fortress, and also attracts the attention of many noble forces.

In addition to the Lenwall Mountains, which contain veins of refined iron, there is also a new aristocrat known for his iron blood: Baron Modrian.

In less than two years, he was officially promoted from a pioneer knight to a kingdom noble, and he was the most powerful territorial nobleman among them.

Its most powerful and influential period was in the period after the end of the Battle of the Town of Irwindal, dubbed 'The Miracle', when chaos and imbalance arose.

Then the black heavy cavalry under the command of Baron Modrian, which symbolized death, was crisscrossed with iron hooves, and carved a brilliant avenue with blood and slaughter to intimidate the aristocratic forces in the north of the kingdom.

Dada! Dada!

The crisp sound of horses' hooves echoed through the mountains, and a line of cavalry rode on the hard road against the winter wind, the horses stepping by, and the dust kicked up.

Modrian lifted his pitch-black visor and looked around with interest in his brown eyes, which had been a rare departure from Lakstak Fortress in recent times.

The pace of the winter season has crept into the Lenwall Mountains, and the pale white frost adorns the tall trees, giving it a cool color.

Along the way, except for the Noxian Imperial cavalry patrolling along the way, Modrian saw almost nothing out of the ordinary.

Calculating the time, from the battle of the abyss to now, in the past two years, the forces under his command have ushered in a blowout development, and finally they were suppressed half a year ago, and the pace has stagnated.

However, the Valoran Territory has long been exhausted by his operation, and in the beginning, many sentries who sneaked in were captured in the dense mountains every day, just to find out the hidden strength of the Valoran Territory and the unknown situation in the depths of the Lemmor Mountains.

{The turmoil of the battle and the final hurricane at the Fortress of Lakstark at that time attracted the attention of many wandering mercenaries who had penetrated deep into the Lemmor Mountains, and leaked out with their departure, thus attracting the attention of the nobles in the shadows.} }

Today, the mountain defense line erected with Fort Dig as the outer barrier can be described as extremely strong.

Modrian's expression moved slightly, the reins of his left hand clenched, and the red war horse that stepped down stopped in time, and the white mist filled with wheezing.

A shadow emerged, and the Shadowstream landed from mid-air, half-kneeling on the ground, handing over sealed black-and-red letters with both hands.

"My lord, there's news from the town of Irwindal."

The town of Irwindale? Could it be that something is going on on Gregory's side again?

With all his thoughts, Modrian stretched out his right hand, the faint life energy extended, and the black and red letters rose in the air and flew to the palm of his hand.

Tearing open the letter, a delicate white paper fell, and Modrian looked carefully, his solemn brows loosened, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Gregory is really dishonest, he stirred up a dispute in the town of Irwindale last night, and killed a group of missionaries, well.... Seems to be a missionary to the god of power who has been very active lately? ”

Casually handing the letter to Poppy behind him, Modrian's face was smiling, but there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes, the situation in the kingdom began to become unstable, and even the temple, which had been suppressed by the royal power to the point of not being able to breathe, began to be active.

"Hey, my lord, that guy from Gugaras is also involved, and he's destroying a lot of buildings in Irwindale." Poppy frowned cutely, her gray-white ponytails swaying slightly, after experiencing the battle with the legendary demon, she seemed to have grown overnight, and began to learn to deal with some Valoran Lord's affairs.

Modrian was extremely satisfied with this, after all, someone began to divide some unfinished chores for him, so that he could rest properly.

"We should punish Gugaras or deduct his money for next month's drinks." Poppy looked at Modrian, suggesting.

"I actually took advantage of my absence to do such a fun thing, and in vain I sponsored him a lot of gold shields, although the ale wine is delicious........"

The soft muttering dissipated, but it still couldn't escape Modrian's ears, I don't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that the heroes under his command were a little belligerent, oh, except for Jana and the presence.

As for deducting Gugaras's drink money, he just thought about it, with the habit of that noisy drunkard, if there was not enough ale, the entire town of Irwindale would probably be ruined by Gugaras's moody temper.

"Alright, Bobby, when you meet Gugaras, settle the score with him yourself, I think he still owes you a lot of gold guilders?"

When Modrian heard that Gugaras had started to borrow money to make wine, he was a little incredulous, knowing that the gold shield given to Gugaras every month was a lot, and the raw materials for making wine were also within his ability, and in the end, that guy even borrowed money everywhere, and even Darius was harassed by him.

"Yes, that guy from Gugaras said he was going to make the best ale in the continent of Valoran, I.... If you're greedy, you'll trust him......." Poppy rubbed her head embarrassedly and said shyly.

Another drunkard of the future! Modrian sighed inwardly.

Now, after experiencing a lot of things, Poppy's personality seems to be a little different from the impression of his previous life, and in addition to his resolute heart, he has begun to develop in the direction of alcoholics and food lovers.

"Let's go, let's continue our journey and get to Fort Dig early and catch lunch ........."

Before the words could be spoken, Modrian was aware of it, and turned his head to look at the path behind him, where a short green figure moved through the mountains, quickly approaching the group.

The Noxian Scarlet Cavalry following behind them was familiar with the figure, and skillfully moved out of the way of a road for passage.

An emerald green straw hat was worn overhead, and the red goggles were lifted upwards like a trend, and the telescopes hanging from his waist swayed from time to time as he ran rapidly. Behind him was a dark green package, I don't know what it contained, some wobbly, some heavy, but these did not affect the speed of the short figure.

Kicking, jumping, and flipping in the air is extremely familiar, and the most amazing thing is that the package is unaffected, firmly hanging on the body.

Boom!

The short figure landed on the ground, half-crouched in front of Modrian, and then lifted a beige face with a little fuzz and a cool expression that resembled a raccoon from a previous life.