The town of Irwindale, with its towering gray-and-white walls, is now defended by the Noxian Imperial Cavalry.

"Is Wasman sure he said that?" Gregory stood in the tower, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword at his waist, staring at the darkness of the night.

"Yes, Master Gregory." The Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, who had previously met Wasman, was standing behind Gregory with a bow.

Gregory smiled and didn't answer, he knew exactly what Wasman was thinking.

As mid-level officers of the Noxian Empire, they do not expect to be heroes, but maintaining the strong competitiveness of the Noxian Empire is an important thing they must do.

With the appearance of Hammer Ephomage Poppy and Shadow Lord Calamity, they felt a sense of urgency.

Obviously, there will definitely be other forces on the side of Lord Modrian in the future, and there is no shortage of those ace legions that are famous in the Valoran continent.

So will the Noxus Empire, which existed as a pillar force in the early stage, give up the dominant position it occupies so easily?

Obviously, it can't be.

This is fundamentally not in line with the strategic goals of the Noxian Empire, so improving his own strength and the strength of the Noxian soldiers as soon as possible is something that both him and Vorsman have to consider.

War, on the other hand, is one of the best ways to increase strength.

"What about the rats hiding in the shadows? I don't want to be stabbed in the back by the enemy in times of war. Gregory turned his head to look at the brightly lit town of Evendal, his cold eyes bursting with murderous intent.

"It's all under surveillance, and Master Cooper is on standby." The Noxus expeditionary cavalry guarding said in a deep voice.

Cooper?

Gregory's face flashed with an inexplicable look, and he said in a low voice, "Hopefully, this is the best moment for him to show his loyalty to Lord Modrian again." ”

If it weren't for an accident in the town of Irwindale, he wouldn't have been sent here.

Of course, for Cooper, Gregory is still very relieved that his loyalty to Lord Modrian, the 100-man cavalry of the Noxian Empire alone is enough to destroy all the waves.

But this accident was somewhat unusual, as one of the first cavalry to follow Modrian's allegiance betrayed the oath.

He even did something to collude with outsiders to sell some military intelligence to that group of hypocritical aristocratic forces before this war.

"The Noxian Empire refuses to betray, and no one is exempt."

Gregory clenched the sword at his waist, his pitch-black armor reflecting the bright flames, and turned away from the tower.

"Ready to start, don't let Wasman see the jokes."

The night was a little cold after the rain, the streets were not crowded, and the drunkards were nowhere to be seen, perhaps the burning-up oak tavern was a wake-up call for those who were used to late-night life.

Many of them had a vague sense of some kind of storm brewing, but by the time they wanted to leave, it was too late.

Click! Click! Click!

The crimson war horses stepped across the street, the crisp sound roared in the night sky, and many houses on both sides of the street opened their windows to look, only after seeing the group of armored and helmeted cavalry, they hurriedly closed the windows, and the cold and indifferent momentum made people feel the soul tremble.

Many local forces in the town of Irwindale noticed the anomaly and sent out their own spies in the hope of gaining something.

"My lord, they did it." Gna, the former captain of the city defense army of Irwindale Town, stood in the attic, looking down at the elite cavalry, his tone trembling a little.

"It's none of our business now, when we surrender the rights to the town of Irwindale, we'll be a thing of the past." Manan Jerome, the titular town warden of Irwindale, sighed.

He had thought that he would live in this town for the rest of his life, and that he would retire honorably as a garrison officer, and that perhaps there would be a good man in the future who would inherit this small position.

Unfortunately, under fate, no one can escape.

Since the aristocratic young master Modrian came here, everything has been moving towards the unexpected.

"This war will completely disrupt the situation in the northern part of the kingdom, and the glory of peace will become more and more dim."

Manan looked up at the night sky, where the barely visible starlight was gradually being swallowed up by the darkness of the night until it completely disappeared, except for the crescent moon with a faint red imprint.

Led by moonlight, Gregory led the Noxian cavalry through the streets, galloping towards the courtyard to the east of the city, where Cooper's mansion was home to many of his former followers.

Yu Yu! Yu Yu!

The horse roared, Gregory skilfully tugged at the reins, and looked solemnly at the end of the street, where life energy surged, nostrils moved slightly, and the smell of blood drifted to the cold wind.

Gregory silently raised his right hand and motioned for the Noxian cavalry behind him to enter combat mode, and an excited smile spread across his face under his mask.

Wait a minute?

That's Cooper?

Through the thin moonlight, Gregory saw some familiarity with the fleeing figures on the street, and several figures were fleeing together behind them.

Immediately, his face was slightly solemn, did he get the news in advance?

But it doesn't matter!

"Noxus, attack!"

A low roar echoed through the night, Gregory's sword pointed, horses' hooves thundered, and the figure of the Noxian cavalry pierced the streets like sharp blades.

A bright banner bloomed like a rose in the night, delicately depicting a double-edged axe, the hollow blade of which was like a skeleton flickering with soul flames.

That's the flag of the Noxian Empire!

In the darkness, after the enemies who were chasing Cooper felt a violent tremor in the soles of their feet, Huo Ran looked up and saw the dazzling red and the black cavalry in sharp armor.

Without hesitation, they directly gave up this assassination operation, and frantically retreated to the intersection of the street, and even the few who took the lead suddenly urged the life energy in their bodies to accelerate their escape from here.

They had obtained detailed information before infiltrating the town of Irwindale, and the meaning of the banner was very clear, it was the elite cavalry under the banner of the pioneer knight Modrian.

If it were the cavalry of other forces, as extraordinary knights, they might try the depth, but this is an elite cavalry that has proven itself and experienced the rain of blood.

They are not fools, and the preciousness of life is more important than anything else!

"Want to go?"

Gregory scoffed, his eyes under his visor staring at the enemies at the forefront, the surge of life energy representing their value.

In the next moment, the scarlet life energy like a flame enveloped Gregory's figure, the war horse neighed, and the Noxian blood-colored cavalry behind him also burst out of life energy, quickly approaching the enemy's position.

Sonorous!

The black heavy sword danced, a scarlet glow on the blade, and a little sticky blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

Grunt!

The head wrapped in a black helmet rolled down the stone slab, and several headless bodies that had lost their center continued to advance for seven or eight meters before falling to the ground with a bang.

Gregory turned his horse's head and stared at the fact that all the enemies had been stabbed through by the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry in a single charge, leaving no room for resistance.

The horse's hooves stamped on the crimson floor, splashing a little blood, and Gregory looked down at the embarrassed Cooper and said with a smile, "This is not like the way you promised me when it was, it's a little ugly now!" ”