Fort Digvo, inside the council hall.

Darius stood alone in front of a slightly larger sand table, his deep, dark eyes reflecting every part of the sand table.

The tiny Fort Digging stands in the center of the sand table, and beyond a narrow plain to the south lies the town of Irwindal, surrounded by lifelike mountains and forests.

With enough war masons, these landscapes are as if they had been visited in person, with small scarlet flags planted in every noteworthy place.

Sonorous! Sonorous!

The clash of armor rang out outside the council hall, but after a while, Vosman, dressed in gray-black heavy armor, appeared, a splash of bright red fluttering behind him.

"General, the scouts have spotted an organized sentry squad in the town area of Irwindale and are suspecting that an enemy is converging." Wasman said in a deep voice, a hint of excitement flashing in his lowered eyes, a long-lost hunger for war.

"Is there an arrangement on Crane's side?" Darius sat quietly in the main seat, his calm eyes never leaving the sandbox.

It is undeniable that as an old man who followed Modrian at the beginning, especially after becoming the big butler of Fort Digwag, Crane's status has become more and more prominent, and even Darius has to pay attention to it.

"The departure of the war stonemasons has been arranged, and if nothing else, there will be news before the evening." Wasman replied.

Within the Noxian Empire's large warband, the War Masons are one of the elite units that are extremely close to the Trefali Legionnaires.

Silence spread, an invisible aura of majesty permeated the chamber, and Wasman stood still, knowing that it was the general thinking about things.

The Trifali Legion, the most elite, the best, and most powerful Noxian Imperial warband personally led by Darius, has been accompanying them for decades, and these soldiers have long been familiar with their general's temperament.

"Command Gregory to lead 12 Scarlet Cavalry, 50 Expeditionary Cavalry, and 200 Imperial Cavalry to the town of Irwindale." Darius said with an unquestioning command, his calm tone tinged with a hint of coldness.

"Let Cooper cooperate, but if there is an anomaly in the town of Irwindale, allow the killing."

"Yes, General!" Wasman's right hand rested on the indentation of the gray-black heavy armor on his chest, the three elements that represented Trevary's power, and then he turned away firmly.

The sun is setting in the west, and the twilight is rising and falling, like mud and sand in a turbid current, with clear layers, but with a hint of blackness and silence.

On the towering city wall, the lights are shining, and Darius stands at the forefront, the black and hideous armor reflected on the bluestone floor, like a sleeping lion, slowly awakening.

Half behind Darius is Sain, who has regained his senses and is no longer a feared weapon of war, but his inexplicable aura of indifference makes him look even more terrifying.

Once a slaying monster, now the undead god of war.

Further behind them are Crane and Vorsman, a war stonemason, an elite squad of engineers, warriors, and scouts.

The other is the Captain of the Trefalis Legionnaires, the most powerful warband in Fort Dig today.

If you look closely, you can see that the current Fort Dig is very Noxian Empire-style, and Poppy and Doom have been taken away by Modrian, including the Shadow Streamers.

And the rest is completely the power composition of the Noxian Empire.

"Let's get started, purge all those who shouldn't exist, and the war won't spare any initiators."

Darius looked out at the endless mountains of the Lemwall Mountains in his field of vision, and a slight blush gradually appeared in his lion-like pupils, which was a desire for war.

From the moment he saw the war, he understood that he was a man who was born for war, like his younger brother, a madman born for pure killing.

Oh, maybe it's the other way around, but the two, very similar.

A quest for the thrill of killing, a quest for the thrill of conquest and slaughter.

"Yes, General." When Vorsman heard the order, he immediately turned around and walked down the city wall.

At this moment, countless Noxian Imperial soldiers stood silently outside Fort Digvo, and the red war horses under them were extremely quiet in the atmosphere of war.

Sonorous! Sonorous!

The sound of armor clashing sounded in the twilight, and Wasman's tall figure emerged, then quickly mounted his war horse and rode away.

Behind him, the Trefali legionnaires followed, and then the Noxian expeditionary cavalry, clad in heavy black armor, burst out of the array, followed by Wasman, and gradually disappeared into the sky.

"Sain!" Darius turned to the side, looked at the huge figure on his left, and whispered.

"I hope to see the Bloody Vanguard again, and make the name of the Noxian Empire a nightmare for the enemy."

"Of course!" Sain lowered his head slightly, the strip of scarlet cloth wrapped around the metal dagger dancing with the night wind, unable to hide the excitement in his huge pupils.

After this time together, Sain has a lot of respect for the new Noxus hand, not just for his strength, but also for Darius's charm.

From his point of view, Darius is far better than him, the former Hand of Noxus, is a hundred times better than he wants to do, and now, he is willing to be led by this new symbol of power of the Noxian Empire, even if there is a hell of death ahead, he will lead the bloody vanguard and launch a death charge without hesitation.

Darius looked at the respectful Sain in front of him, and his heart was slightly relieved, in the former war of the Noxian Empire, he had seen the killing feats of this war machine more than once, and it was completely madness that made me or foe.

And now, this madness is gone, and what remains is reason and the wisdom of the former general, who is more optimistic about the current situation.

"Crane, I'm still bothering you to defend Fort Digging this time, but trust me, the enemy won't be within Fort Divo's range." Darius turned to Crane, who was wearing a robe.

"Of course, I believe in the General, victory will definitely belong to Noxus, and I look forward to hearing good news from you." Crane said, a smile on his face.

In the twilight, bright red flags fluttered, and the marks like double-edged axes faintly cut through the sky, bringing a sharp chill.

Pitch-black figures followed Darius as they disappeared into the cyan mountain road, and for Darius, offense was always the best defense.

Wolves are forever hungry and thirsty to kill, and killing is the way to end war.

Now, the fangs are sharp and thirsty for blood.

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Coming to the shadow world again, Modrian was not as resistant as he imagined, but had a hint of ease, at least much better than facing that group of hypocritical nobles.

And he also believed in Darius, and Darius never let him down.

All hands move on.

Deep in the Lenwall Mountains, the pace of the spring season seems to be impossible to reach, the extreme cold temperature does not change, and the white mist between the mouth and nose is the formation of tiny droplets of water formed by the heat and cold.

But there were no weak members of the entourage, and each of them was able to withstand the cold of the place, and as the pace of progress accelerated, they could already see the traces left by the Noxian soldiers.