Modrian suddenly got up and came to the sand table of war, the red and white flags were very conspicuous, but he focused all his attention on the northeast region of the kingdom.

The Castle of Langvasur, where the Jeffrey family is located, and the Grand Duchy of Tambefarsa on the eastern border.

"If they join forces and open the Eastern Gateway, then ............." Modrian muttered in a low voice, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"So whether the rumors are true or not, Valoran should prepare as soon as possible." Svein smiled gently, the corners of his mouth cracked open with a hint of blood.

"When the rumors are true, then the cavalry of the Jeffrey family will once again set foot in Valoran territory, perhaps with the military forces of the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa."

With a slight movement in his expression, Modrian looked at Limontanlu, who was in the south of the sand table, and asked, "Do we need to send the estimated situation to the Dalle family?" Or is it the military department of the royal capital!? ”

Judging from the recent period, the Dale family, as an alliance, has shown a good enough attitude, whether it is intelligence or trade, they are supporting the development of Valoran Territory.

On the other hand, as an important fact, whether or not he admits that he is a member of the Stoke Kingdom, at least the Valoran Territory he established is considered by outsiders to belong to the Stoke Kingdom.

"Maybe they already have a plan, and even the kingdom will make concessions." Svein said indifferently, his dark eyes shining with wisdom.

"After all, the Kingdom of Stoke is facing the Kingdom of Besilik and the Grand Duchy of Tambefarsa, and even the Empire of Eranfaro on the north side of the Gate of Sorrows."

"Between trade-offs, they've made a choice."

"Then I'll trouble you, Your Majesty Svein, from now on, you can mobilize all the heroes and troops of Valoran's territory." Modrian said in a deep voice, his mind surging inside, he didn't expect things to happen like this.

When the royal capital was Limontanlu, it was nothing more than a struggle for the throne, and the storm whirlpool set off only attracted the attention of most of the nobles. (The Battle of Legends is an additional episode.) ）

But after Guy ascended the throne as queen, it seemed that things had developed beyond everyone's expectations, and the surrounding countries that were eyeing each other, and the major nobles who were panicking inside, made the Stoke kingdom suddenly in turmoil, and once there was an irreparable mistake, the country would even collapse.

With the grace of Lady Luck and the presence of Svein, the leader of the Noxian Empire, he led Valoran in the right direction.

"Follow your will, and the glory of the Valoran Territory will shine even brighter in the future!" Svein said as he bowed slightly, his left hand as red as a flame stretched out from the hem of his clothes, and he held the two red flags in his hands, and the scarlet light flickered and disappeared into ashes.

"Hey, lord, don't worry, Kree alone can take them all out." Yodeler Cree jumped onto the conference table, the worn-out armor swaying, the silver-gray axe rippling transparently, and the intact left eye revealing a hint of ferocity.

Hearing this, Modrian smiled, looking at Svein in front of him, at Darius, at Kree, at Zhao Xin, and at the shadow under his feet.

"I smell the smell of war, the blood is about to boil, the killing is endless."

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

The spring breeze in the sunny afternoon mixed with a little warmth, blowing through the desolate brown earth, rolling up a burst of yellow sand.

The Yellow Sand Plain, at the junction of the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa and the Kingdom of Stoke, filled the air with a faint smell of blood, which did not blow away even if the spring breeze blew.

There are not many pedestrians in this desolate plain, mostly wandering foot merchants, and occasionally one or two large merchant groups will pass by in a hurry, and the vigilance is undisguised, and the sharp blades are exposed.

And all this is due to the fact that a majestic military fortress stands at both ends of the plain, and in the hundreds of years of friction and confrontation, the yellow sand plain has been paved with white bones, and the dried blood has long been melted into the yellow sand flying in the sky.

The Iron Fort Fortress, the strongest fortress in the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa, is a sturdy wall made of dark boulders, battlements are filled with elite soldiers patrolling back and forth, and guard crystals are placed in the watchtower, which are the products of high-level spellcasters who can perceive any movement within a radius of kilometers.

"Whew, it's finally here, I hope the steel spirits here won't disappoint me!" Du Bois lifted his cloak covered with wind and sand, looked at the fortress in front of him, and muttered.

At the gate of the fortress, there were very few people waiting in line, and from time to time it was Du Bois's turn, and after handing over the bronze mercenary certificate, he entered the fortress smoothly.

The dark grey rocks paved the wide streets, lined with rough and savage buildings, and the soldiers on the ground floor could not be expected to build any elaborate buildings, having spent most of their time trying to survive.

Du Bois did not stop here, weaving through the narrow alleys and alleys, among the low-rise buildings, and finally stood in front of a tavern with a blue flag fluttering.

"The Iron Tavern, well, this is it."

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a fiery atmosphere spreads in, and the voices of people are buzzing, or mercenaries are making loud noises, or soldiers are pretending to be crazy with wine, and dancing girls writhing wildly in the center of the tavern.

Seeing this, Du Bois whistled loudly, and then he walked into the crowd, and the invisible fluctuations spread, pushing away the soldiers and mercenaries who stood in front of him.

"Boss, ten glasses of steel spirits!" Du Bois patted the counter and said rather arrogantly.

The bartender in a simple robe looked at him when he heard this, frowned slightly, and explained: "Guest, our steel spirits here are very intoxicating, I recommend you order a drink first." ”

"No, I haven't met a liquor that can get me drunk." Du Bois opened his mouth and said loudly, and immediately took out five gold shields from his bosom and placed them on the counter.

"Hurry up, I can't wait."

"Arrange it for this guest, and the cost will be in my account." At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous armor who looked like an officer walked out of the crowd and whispered.

"Yes, Lord Boley." The bartender agreed, and then quickly took out the steel spirits stored in the wine cabinet and began to adjust them.

"Under the crown of Du Bois, I am the ............ Boley"

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to finish his introduction, Du Bois stretched out his hand to interrupt, and said indifferently: "I don't want to know your name." ”

"Tell me, who leaked my whereabouts?"

That faint gaze shot over, and the middle-aged man named Boli instantly sensed the cold chill soaking his soul, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"I ..........."

At this moment, Du Bois's face changed slightly, patted the trembling middle-aged man in front of him on the shoulder, turned his head and shouted at the bartender.

"I'll put the money on the cupboard, and I'll take the steel spirits to the private room upstairs. Also, don't mix Lao Tzu with water! ”