The pure white brilliance had long since dissipated, and the crimson sky reappeared, like a burning cloud at dusk, with a touch of blood in the haze.

Crunch! Crunch!

Darius walked on the broken drawbridge with the Black Cutter on his back, the edges of his iron boots stained with blood and shredded flesh, leaving clear marks on the red, muddy ground.

In this dimly lit environment, there was a strong smell of blood, and the collapsed walls exposed the internal materials, and you could faintly see the traces of weapons left on the rocks, as well as the shattered armor embedded in the heavy city gates, flickering with a faint glow, highlighting the fierceness of the battle at the city gates.

Beyond the shattered gates, a few steps inside, Darius's vision saw large swaths of collapsed houses and countless broken corpses piled together, and looking at those traces, he could guess the bloody warriors' furious killing posture at that time.

In the distance near the inner fort, a column of blood-soaked Noxian soldiers patrolled, cold eyes under the pitch-black armor, holding sharp blades with several cracks, and the coagulated blood stains had not yet been washed away.

"Are the remnants of the Jeffrey family cleaned?" Darius stopped, looking at the smoky Inner Fort, where there were sporadic sounds of resistance.

Distorted shadows surged silently on the bloody ground, and then the Shadow Streamer appeared in front of him, kneeling down on one knee and saying, "It has been cleaned up, and all those with the Jeffrey surname have been exterminated." ”

"So who's in charge of the inner fort? Is it Bobby or Fiona? Darius didn't care about the shadowman in front of him, and his dark pupils reflected the quiet castle after the bloody war.

"It's two adults who are in charge at the same time." The Shadowstream responded. "They began to gather a number of skilled craftsmen and apprentices of spellcasters with simple backgrounds."

Before the expedition, Modrian, along with Darius and Svein, developed some strategies for the Valoran Territory.

After the end of the war, try to ensure the living space of commoners and artisans, and then use the power of the Shadow Streamers to purge disobedient nobles, gentlemen, and wealthy merchants, especially nobles.

Aristocracy is not only the promotion of social status, in the aristocratic territory, a nobleman basically represents a certain interest group, as well as the industrial chain behind it.

The Ranvasur Castle is the base camp of the Jeffrey family, and most of the nobles in it are the interests of the Jeffrey family, otherwise they would not be stationed in the castle, which also represents most of the interests of the Jeffrey family.

Of course, in addition to the aristocracy, the power of the gentry and wealthy merchants should not be underestimated, after all, they are also driving the development of the territory and promoting a prosperous economy.

Therefore, in terms of strategy, Modrian and Svein, mainly nobles, supplemented by gentlemen and wealthy merchants, will carry out a cleaning of Langvasur Castle to completely remove the mark of the Geoffrey family.

Even if it causes a lot of killing, it will not hesitate, because Valoran does not need other voices, only the voice of Modrian.

In addition, the civilian side is also the top priority of Valoran's considerations, and the turmoil in the kingdom has given Modrian the perfect chance, and if he doesn't grasp it, it's a bit of a shame that it's such a good time.

Now the development of Valoran Territory is a bit like the original Noxian Empire, the internal economy has become saturated, especially in the supply of legions, the consumption of gold shields has begun to be unbalanced, and it is extremely necessary to expand externally.

This opportunity for turmoil is the chance for Valoran's territory!

The desolate Northlands, the removal of the city of Edalas and the Gate of Sorrows, as well as many other towns and villages, were the foundation for the future development of Valoran's territory.

Svein takes it into account, Darius takes it into account, and therefore, Modrian takes it into account.

"Is there any news from Sain?" Darius was slightly engrossed, and after the golden victory scale was shattered, he sensed the strange legendary aura that appeared in the southeast region, and it seemed that he was fighting under the crown of Cana, and the final victory was unknown.

But he knew in his heart that His Majesty Cana had completed his mission and prevented other forces from participating in the war to destroy the Geoffrey family.

As for Sain, it was because after the end of the war, the bloody vanguard under his command had not yet fully recovered from the killing, so Darius took the opportunity to send them to the southeast region to check the abnormal situation, with the presence of Cana's crown, there would be no danger.

"The news hasn't been sent back yet." The Shadow Stream took out the pocket watch that recorded the time from his arms, and after confirming the comparison, he continued: "About fifteen minutes later, it will be the time for the next news to be transmitted, and if no one will come, the subordinates will go in person." ”

"Hmm!" Darius nodded, and immediately stopped going to the Inner Castle, but turned to climb the walls, the stone staircase drying up with a large amount of viscous blood, and some severed arms that had not yet been cleaned up.

"When there is news, notify me as soon as possible."

"Okay, General!" The Shadowstream said respectfully, then dipped into the shadows beneath his feet and vanished.

Facing the cold breeze, Darius stepped on the stairs to the once majestic city walls, looking a little dilapidated and lonely.

Compared to the city gate battlefield, the wide wall has a lot of traces of melting and burning, which are terrifying traces left by super-level spells, and the corpses are even more terrifying and weird, some are burned into black charcoal, some are completely invisible, and some are even wiped out, leaving only residues.

Darius didn't care, he had been through too many wars, he had seen more bloody battlefields, and he didn't stop walking towards the ruins of the nearly melted watchtower, where there were still some remnants of orange molten slurry, exuding a scorching temperature.

"That kind of power, I feel, transcendent mortals, is it a so-called god?" He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and recalling the sensation of touching.

If it weren't for the caster's weakness, he would have wanted to touch his limits again, and perhaps he could have taken that step, just as Limontanlu had done when he faced the Demon Lord, and the smell of blood intoxicated him.

Well? Darius opened his eyes and noticed a strange wave spreading across the walls, a familiar feeling, a sense of déjà vu.

Suddenly, a scarlet glow suddenly appeared in the field of vision, depicting a rune circle glowing with blood-colored light in the air like a paintbrush.

[Imperial Vision]!

[Imperial Vision: Svein releases the demonic power in his body, and after a delay, he can raise the Demon Eye at the greatest distance, and if there are enemies within range, it will deal great magic damage, and the enemies hit will provide Svein with a piece of soul chips and manifest. 】

The scarlet light exploded, and a huge scarlet one-eyed made of demonic power rose within the rune circle, and its indifferent vertical pupils were constricting and staring at Darius in front of him.

"What's going on at Ranvasur Castle?"

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