Moltora, also called the Iron Gate. Located at the foot of the South Wall of Noxus, this street is one of the older and more affluent areas of the city.

When it gets dark, there is no noise anywhere else, and it is a forbidden place for mortals at night, but during the day, there is a steady stream of worshippers holding sacrifices.

The Wolf Spirit Hall is a tall, multi-storey tower with no walls, and each floor stands on top of black stone pillars. At the center of the tower sits a fifty-foot-tall statue of an obsidian wolf.

Well, there are no walls, perfect for sniping, Jeno thought to himself.

Fifty feet is nearly seventeen meters tall, it is a large statue, this is a giant wolf squatting and looking down on the common people, considering its three-dimensional structure will be more magnificent than just looking at the height.

But compared to the statue of the Goddess of the Storm that was completed by Zuan not long ago, this wolf spirit stone sculpture is just a little milk dog. This is something that Jeno is truly proud of, having designed the world's largest idol of a god.

Jeno had seen the real wolf spirit, and he wanted to say that the wolf spirit was not actually a whole wolf, but just a black smoke condensed into the wolf's head.

Also, the face of the obsidian wolf statue is not covered with a white sheep spirit mask. This is not a complete Grim Reaper, but a severed death.

The Noxians believed in only one-half of the wolf spirits of the Thousand Jue, just as the Demacians only sacrificed to the sheep spirits, which is more related to the ancient Noxian customs.

According to the ancient Valoran custom, death is one and the same.

The sheep spirit represents a quiet death, while the wolf spirit has a brutal ending. In Noxus, the latter is enshrined as a majestic and dignified way. In an empire that celebrates strength, dying peacefully in your bed is not the right way to defend honor.

Svein didn't believe in these things, believing that the way of death was the same as birth, old age, sickness and death, and that it could not be controlled by human will, so he never went to the Wolf Spirit Temple to worship when he was young.

It wasn't until he broke his arm in Presidon and returned to the Immortal Fortress alive that he developed the habit of worshipping the wolf spirit every Sunday.

No one knows if he saw a sheep or a wolf at the same time that he saw a crow at the time of his death. But he must have learned from the eyes of the three-eyed crow that the wolf and the sheep were a real pair of death.

Svein's perseverance has made it normal for the Grand Commander to go out to worship the wolf spirit in full view, so on Sunday morning, the palace guards at the gate of the Wolf Spirit Hall will stand up straight and greet the Grand Commander's visit with the most rigorous posture.

While legionnaires and gladiatorial reckons should be regular visitors to the various shrines in the capital, even politicians, merchants, and servants often offer tribute.

Before Svein arrived, the clock struck eight o'clock in the distance, and Svein was to arrive at the temple on time for the tenth hour with the soldiers of the Trifali Legion.

"Svein hasn't come yet, you disguise yourself as a believer and worship the wolf spirit before the bell rings at ten o'clock, and then stay inside, and when I give the signal to move, I will cover you with fire from the high ground outside the temple."

Jeno and Riven did not enter the temple immediately, but continued to follow Riven under the eaves at the fork in the road and whispered to the root of their ears against the details of the action. To outsiders who can't hear their conversation clearly, these two people are like a pair of impatient in love, who casually find a dark corner that no one can see and make out.

As for why it's a instead of a couple, it may have something to do with Riven's short hair and men's outfit, and most people think that only men can carry such a huge sword.

However, Jeno didn't care about the occasional gaze of others, he knew that Rui Wen was a decent woman.

After the clock struck nine, Jeno and Riven bumped fists into each other and parted.

Rui Wen walked out of the dark alley, strode up the steps of the temple with a pulse bomb disguised as a sacrifice, stepped over the door to the statue and put the sacrifice down, and knelt down sincerely to worship.

Jeno continued to walk in the shadows, watching as no one climbed onto a roof, hiding his body behind the battlements, and shielding himself from the sunlight with planks, observing the surroundings of the temple.

Waiting is always the hardest part.

Rui Wen looked around, and three figures in armor were kneeling down under the pillar to worship the wolf spirit.

Seeing Rui Wen looking over, they all raised their heads together, Rui Wen calmly turned her head to the wolf spirit, and the people who prayed with the sword usually had bad intentions, and she knew it well.

She shrugged her shoulders and used the huge scabbard behind her back to warn her that she was not a character to be trifled with, and then she looked up at the wolf spirit looking down at the common people, the wolf spirit had a hideous face and bared teeth, and the exaggerated canine teeth were thicker than a human waist.

The clock struck ten o'clock in the distance, and Jeno heard the crows in the air begin to intensify.

Jeno is ready, and if the intelligence is accurate, the target will appear at any time.

Sure enough, a figure with a majestic aura appeared.

His perilous hairline was tinged with gray strands, evident against the dark sky of the Immortal Fortress. The battle-hardened armor was draped over a simple and wide black coat, with wing-like pendants on his shoulders, both hands tightly tucked into the hem, and a pair of wise eyes staring straight ahead indifferently.

This man had come from the direction of the Immortal Fortress, and of course he was accompanied by a handful of honorary guards, each of whom had been selected from the Trifali Legion.

Any one of these people seemed to be able to easily crush the middle-aged man who followed in front of them.

However, everyone is subject to this man's orders.

This man is the mastermind of the Trifali Council, the Noxian Commander, Svein.

Jeno saw a dense shadow drifting across the ground, a flock of crows flying through the air, the flapping of black wings distinctly audible. The ravens seemed to follow him, mercilessly reminding each Assassin of their ultimate fate.

Many admirers stood on both sides of the street, watching Svein walk unhurriedly towards the temple, unexpectedly that this legendary all-knowing and scheming leader could be so close to a mortal in appearance.

Seeing the target appear, Rui Wen of the temple immediately ended her pious prostration, retreated to the side around the huge pillar to make room for the great commander, and the sacrifice naturally stayed in front of the wolf spirit stone statue.

Riven looked in the direction of Jeno, who gestured to her to stay still, then looked away from Svein's gray-black hair and instead looked at the guards he had brought.

The guards stopped at the foot of the temple, as if the Grand Commander had told them something, but Jeno was too far away to hear anything.

Svein then continued to walk forward alone, as if to worship the wolf spirit.