Time kept ticking, the crescent moon hanging in the night became more and more dim, and the light of the dawn loomed.

"Is this the power of a mage? Truly stunning! ”

Even though the sense of crisis in his heart has not yet dissipated, Modrian still has to admire the work efficiency of the war stonemasons, and pry the mysterious power of nature.

In one night, the abandoned and dilapidated sentry posts of the kingdom were re-revealed, the rammed walls were treated with spells to make them harder, the towering sentry towers stood like giants, and the wind and snow accumulated inside had been dealt with, and it looked a little clean and tidy.

"Lord Modrian, the sentry can only be repaired so far, and the rest needs the help of the workers." The leading war stonemason came to Modrian, bowed and said.

Crane Fergus, captain of the War Stonemasons, wrapped in gray chain mail around his sturdy body, clutched a thick iron staff in his hand, with subtle energy fluctuations.

"Good work, Crane!" Modrian nodded. "How many people can fit in the restored sentry post?"

"Lord Modrian, according to preliminary estimates, can accommodate about 300 people." According to what he knew about the sentry situation, Crane replied after a silent calculation.

"But I've explored the surroundings and it's a very good vantage terrain, and if Lord Modrian needs more places, we can expand them."

"Then it seems that my choice is not bad!" Modrian shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Darius, do you have any suggestions for the name of the sentry?"

As the words fell, Crane also looked up at Darius at the same time, although they were summoned, they all had memories that belonged to them, and it was clear that Darius's existence had an unusual impact on them.

If the war stonemasons are unconditionally loyal to Modrian from the depths of their souls, then for Darius, they are full of adoration and awe, which is feedback from the depths of memory.

"Follow Master Modrian's advice." Darius bowed his head slightly, refusing Modrian's request.

"Alright then, let's call it Fort Digwo, I hope it will become a standing fortress in the future." Modrian said with a smile, his brown pupils shining with an inexplicable light.

Fort Digwo!

Darius remembered the name in a trance, not only him, but also Crane and the other three war stonemasons, looking at the sentry in front of him with a look of nostalgia, it was a memory of the Noxian Empire.

In the cold night, Modrian, who had wanted to enter Fort Digvo, suddenly stopped, and his heart throbbed, as if danger was imminent.

Following his instincts, Modrian strolled to the cliff on the mountainside, and through the faint moonlight, several figures could faintly haunt the foot of the mountain, as if searching for something.

"Did you find it? What a spirit of perseverance! Modrian was thinking silently with half-squinted eyes, and he looked back at Delvoburg, and finally he made up his mind.

A stream of dark green data appeared in his pupils, and Modrian summoned the League of Legends system, and the number of blue essences was clearly displayed as his consciousness shifted.

[Name: Modrian Perris]

[Strength: Quasi-Knight (Scarlet Breathing Method)]

[Blue Essence: 105 points]

[Orange Essence: 0 o'clock]

[Item: None]

Before entering the town of Irwindale, Modrian had broken down the magic items that Uncle Benny had given him, and in this way, the number of blue essences was enough for a random draw, and now, the timing was perfect.

[Host, are you sure to conduct a League of Legends random draw?] 】

When the consciousness touched the blue essence, the cold prompt sound of the system sounded in his ears, and Modrian did not hesitate to make a choice.

【Yes!】 】

It's still in the style of a rudimentary system, and there's nothing strange and flashy, and a quaint card with a black figure appears among the items.

【Ding..... Congratulations to the host and have obtained Noxus Imperial Cavalry*100! 】

A look of disappointment and surprise appeared on Modrian's face, he didn't expect that the random selection would not necessarily draw heroes, but the random selection of relevant classes in the League of Legends universe, and even more unknown.

Modrian looked up at Crane Fergus in front of him, he should have thought of it a long time ago, but the desire for heroes in his heart took over the space in his mind.

The cold breeze blew on the melancholy face, and Modrian looked at the few figures gathered at the foot of the mountain, and there was some regret in his heart, and he had missed the hero's demeanor.

"Noxian Imperial cavalry? Hopefully I won't be too disappointed, the ace cavalry that crisscrosses the Valoran continent. ”

[Summon: Noxus Imperial Cavalry*100!] 】

The black cards shattered into wisps of dark green data streams, drawing a huge six-pointed star array on the broad mountainside, and the intricate and mysterious runes shimmered with scarlet.

The light of dawn poured silently on the six-pointed star array like flowing water, and the scarlet colors contrasted with each other, as if shrouded in a thin gray mist, obscuring the increasingly transparent night.

Crunch!

The six-pointed star array dispersed like ashes in the wind, the heavy iron gate of Fort Digging slowly opened, and with the dull sound of horses' hooves, a neat and orderly cavalry team rode out of Fort Digwo.

The neighing of the crimson war horse sounded from time to time, the pitch-black armor was draped over the body, and under half of the armor was an indifferent and ruthless look, and the black cavalry spear in his hand pointed obliquely at the earth, reflecting a little cold light.

The sound of eager horses' hooves sounded like thunder, and a man rushed out of the Noxian Imperial cavalry phalanx, dismounted and walked ten meters away from Modrian, walking firmly.

"Gregory Bell, see Lord Modrian!" Gregory took off his helmet, revealing a resolute and heavy young face, and said in a half-kneeling salute.

[The cavalry of the Noxian Empire is a battle-hardened military force in the Noxus Empire, they are dressed in pitch-black armor, holding sharp cavalry spears, loyal to the empire and leaders, and have been expanding the territory of the Noxus Empire all their lives. 】

[Gregory Bell, the centurion of the cavalry of the Noxian Empire, is a low-ranking officer who is brave and good at fighting. 】

After receiving the details from the system, Modrian stepped forward to help Gregory and said with a smile: "Welcome, Gregory." ”

"It is my glory to be loyal to you!" Gregory bowed his head and said respectfully.

It's interesting to note that every Noxians treat their allegiance to their leader in this way, which somewhat breaks the impression of the Noxian Empire that is inherent in Modrian's memory.

Atrocious? No, that's just that for the enemy, loyalty is one of the essential qualities of a Noxian soldier.

Modrian glanced at Darius behind him, the four war stonemasons, and the Noxian Imperial cavalry in array, and then turned to look at Fort Dig under the dawn light.

Fate is in hand, the opportunity for change is imminent, and I will make everyone look at my existence squarely, not through the eyes of metrics.

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

The faint moonlight became more and more dim, and the pale snow left rows of horseshoe marks, and the horses in chain mail walked slowly in the Lenwall Mountains, and the figures on their backs stood still like dry stones.

Wow!

The neighing of the war horse sounded, and Malz Wells' right hand gently grabbed the reins, and gently stroked the mane with his hand to calm the restless war horse.

At this moment, a blue figure fell straight down from the sky, then shook its wings, bringing a slight cold wind, and rested firmly on Maltz's shoulder.

"Did you find it?" Maltz wiped the blood from the jackdaw's beak and asked softly.

The jackdaw nodded its small head as if human, and a dry and unpleasant whimper echoed in Maltz's ears.

Ignoring the coquettishness of the jackdaw, Maltz looked up at the light of the dawn in the night, his legs suddenly clamped the horse's belly, and his dark blue cloak rose with the wind and shuttled through the dark night.

"Let's go, this operation, leave no room alive!"

As Maltz departed first, the wolf thieves who followed behind let out a cry of excitement like wild beasts, tearing apart the quiet night, and the savage and bloodthirsty aura enveloped the wolf thieves who crisscrossed the northern part of the kingdom.