Under the starry sky of the bleak night, the fire in Wheatley Manor continued to burn, and the air gradually filled the air with the smell of spoiled meat, mixed with the smell of blood like rust.

Near the bulging hill, a young girl in a black magic robe stood silently, staring at the purgatory-like scene in front of her, her long blonde hair fluttering in the winter wind with dark red ribbons and shawls wrapped around her lower abdomen.

Baron Emerson approached cautiously from the night, he looked up and nodded to the Iron Thorn cavalry guarding around him, then bowed down and said, "Miss Angela, everyone has been executed!" ”

The cold wind blew, and the atmosphere was silent, and occasionally the sound of a fire burning not far away would creep closer.

The blonde girl turned her body slightly, a layer of veil covered her face, and her blue eyes were as dazzling as jade, and there was a vague magic that could see through people's hearts.

"Well done, Uncle Emerson!"

"Thank you, Miss Angela, for the compliment, which I should have done." Baron Emerson lowered his head and stared at the verdant meadow, not daring to make the slightest move.

"Then please trouble Uncle Emerson to deal with this place, and don't leave any evidence, I don't want those old fellows of the Noble Council to make trouble at Lanvasur Castle." Angela stroked her fluttering blonde hair, and her soft voice had a commanding tone that could not be refused.

The Council of Nobles was originally a free council formed by a group of great nobles in order to protect their power and interests from being eroded by many temples in the age of the gods.

After countless years of development, the Noble Council has become a behemoth, even if the Jeffrey family is the hereditary duke family of the Stoke Kingdom, they can't escape the constraints of the Noble Council, and tonight's slaughter, if the Noble Council finds evidence, it will inevitably make trouble for a long time.

"Okay, Miss Angela!" Baron Emerson nodded quickly, then bowed away.

"The view is beautiful tonight, hopefully the town of Irwindale won't be too bad there!"

Angela turned around again, facing the burning Wheatley Manor, her crystal blue eyes reflecting the burning flames, as if remembering something, showing a hint of amusement.

"Modrian Perris, I didn't expect you to have good acting skills when you were at Perris Castle, and you deceived so many people, including me."

"I'm looking forward to this meeting, how will the once mediocre struggle in the face of fate?"

The next day, the bloodshed on the outskirts of Lafargue was discovered by a passing caravan, and the city guards were dispatched to seal off the reduced Wheatley Manor, not allowing anyone to approach.

Even with the suppression of the nobles of Lafargue City, it still couldn't stop this news from drifting to the entire northern cold region with the first snow after the winter season.

Ordinary commoners and merchants may not know it, but the nobles of the upper class found a trace of unusual taste, as if there was a faint haze hanging over the northern part of the kingdom, which could not be seen or touched, but it was so precise that it was so precise that it was breathless.

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When the ice and snow first fall, the white snowflakes fall, permeating the mountainside, with a little magnificent fantasy snow scene.

After breakfast, Modrian went to the council hall on the first floor, found that Darius and Sain had already waited, and when he saw Modrian, he got up and bent down to salute.

"Darius, is something going on?" Modrian sat in the main seat, turned his head to look at Darius on the left-hand side, and asked.

"Late yesterday night, the War Masons found traces of the enemy twenty miles from the town of Irwindal, and it is expected to reach the foot of Fort Dig tomorrow afternoon." Darius nodded slightly, his cold words tinged with murderous intent.

"Is the Jeffrey family so desperate to salvage their reputation? Lord Wheatley's grudge has not yet dissipated. Modrian frowned, he didn't expect the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion to come so quickly, his right hand tapped lightly on the table, and looked up at Darius and Sain.

"Go according to the plan that has been made, it's time to let the flag of the Noxus Empire fly high!"

"Yes, Lord Modrian." Darius and Sain replied, with a subtle sense of excitement in their tones, war and killing were deeply engraved in the blood of every Noxian.

For himself, Modrian is very self-aware, professional things should be done by professional people, whether it is Darius or Sain, they were once the commander-in-chief of the Noxian Empire, and there will be no mistake in handing over this confrontation to them.

"Are all the supplies ready?" Modrian asked, looking at Crane, who was second on the right-hand side.

"It's all ready, it's just ......." Crane flipped through the notebook in front of him, which was densely packed with many things, and finally he hesitated and raised his concerns.

"It's just that, according to the supply of war materials this time, Fort Digwo's finances may be supported for less than a month."

Modrian nodded lightly, for the cash-strapped Fort, there is only one result in this battle, that is, victory, in order to win a broader living space in the future.

"Arrange it, and victory will be ours in the end."

The morning council ended, and the crowd dispersed, and Modrian walked out of the chamber as he looked at the white snowflakes falling outside.

When the Trefalli legionnaires, who were in charge of the security of the main fort, saw Modrian, they placed their left hand on their chests and saluted. (Heavy armor is a chest and waist integration, basically can't bend down)

Nodding slightly, Modrian just stood on the stairs of the main castle, feeling the cool feeling of the snowflakes falling, the Digging Fort in his field of vision is no longer the cold feeling it used to be, and the Noxian soldiers walking around can be seen everywhere, with a vague taste of prosperity.

This was all due to the temporary assignment issued by the system shortly after Lambert's departure, and it was also the source of Fort Digwo's current financial problems.

[Temporary Mission: Destiny of War!] 】

【Reward: Random Class Card*5】

[Mission description: The horn of war has sounded, and the strength of the Noxian Empire will be demonstrated.] Listen! The beating of war drums will drown out the wails of enemies, and blood and bones will pave the way to Noxus glory. 】

The world of the jungle is so cold and ruthless, and in this regard, Modrian has no choice, and he has no choice.

In order to ensure victory in this war, [Noxian Imperial Cavalry*300], [War Stonemason*10], [Trevary's Legionnaires*10], and all class cards will be summoned and used!

And the strength of the Noxian Empire did not disappoint Modrian, especially the Trefali legionnaires, they deserve to be the best and most loyal soldiers of the Noxian Empire, all of them have reached the peak of knighthood, and even a few of them are faintly stronger than Gregory.

"The war, already, has begun!" Modrian stretched out his right hand and gently caught the falling snowflakes, which slowly melted in the temperature of his palm.