In a hill about 100 kilometers west of Presidian, a Noxian military camp was located.

Unlike the messy Resistance Army, the Noxus barracks can be said to have taken strict discipline to the extreme, with high wooden walls surrounding the entire barracks, and dense metal horses outside. Inside the wooden walls, there are towering watchtowers every thirty meters or so, each with two or three archers staring intently ahead.

In addition to the thick wooden door, there was a metal hanging door at the entrance to the barracks, and a man on horseback was standing outside the barracks gate.

"Who are you?" On the two watchtowers beside the gate there were soldiers raising their torches, and the archers beside them had put their arrows on the strings and aimed them at the people below.

"Letter from the Immortal Fortress, from General Bron-Darkwell to Commander Jericho Svein." The man raised a letter in his hand.

"Please submit proof!"

The man removed the bow from his back and shot an arrow into the earthen wall of the watchtower. The soldier above took off a wooden plaque tied to the arrow, and looked carefully at the pattern on it, and the heralds in Noxus all had such a wooden plaque to prove their identity:

"Good work," said the soldier, tossing the wooden sign back to the soldier below, "and we will open the door, and Lord Svein is in the middle of the highest tent, with four torches lit in the doorway. ”

Then the sentry had the two gates open below, and the knight at the gate thanked them and hurried to the barracks.

In Svein's tent, he was discussing the next steps with five or six senior military commanders.

"Now that we have basically taken control of most of the western part of Ionia, it is expected that next month troops from the other three directions will be able to arrive to make peace with us and launch a general offensive against Presidian." A tall, mustachioed officer was standing in front of a large Ionian map hanging on the wall, reporting on the current state of the battle. His voice was nasal, and he exuded a lot of confidence in his gestures, as if he had won the battle.

"What are our odds?" Svein sat down and pointed to the map with his scepter.

"Add to that the fact that these three armies are ten to one with Ionia's forces, and that there will be two armies that will attack Presidium on both sides on the total day, and surprise them, I really can't think of any chance of our defeat." The tall officer said confidently.

"You continue to refine the details of the arrangement, what each unit needs to do on the day of the attack, accurate to each squad, the time is accurate within five minutes, the details determine success or failure, and underestimating the enemy will make you suffer a big loss. Simmons, tell us a little bit about logistics. ”

Another officer walked up to the map:

"At present, the remaining military rations in our army are enough for three months, but because our army has the most battles in the early stage, the main logistics have given priority to us, and the situation of the remaining troops is not so optimistic. Support may be needed after the coalition, but despite this, we still have enough food for two months, and I am urging the logistics and transportation troops to speed up the efficiency of transportation. ”

Svein was about to say something when the tent curtain was suddenly lifted, and a knight in a dark green cloak burst in.

"General Darkwell's letter to you!" The soldier handed the envelope in his hand to Svein.

Svein opened the letter in his hand and read it briefly, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Does the general have any instructions?" The surrounding generals asked.

Svein put the letter back in the envelope:

"The general is very satisfied with the results of our battle, and he praises us and orders me to take Presidian as soon as possible."

The generals below began to discuss in whispers, and Svein quickly stopped them:

"Colleagues, we have discussed it late enough today, I hope you will go back and rest now, and wait until tomorrow when we work out a careful plan for the Battle of Précidian."

The generals stood up and moved slightly, saying goodbye to Svein and heading outside.

Guslan did not return to his tent, he was still dressed in black today, he looked carefully to make sure that no one around him was paying attention to him, and then quietly walked to a corner of the barracks.

At some point, a Noxian soldier in armor appeared next to Guslan, and unlike the other soldiers, he still did not remove his helmet in the barracks, and even pressed it down.

"How's it going?" A charming female voice came from under the helmet.

"That old thing seems to think he's won, and that's ridiculous."

"Now is not the time to be complacent, this part of the plan must not be let to him know, I have urged him in the name of General Darkwell to attack Presidium, hoping that Ionia's army will not let us down too much."

"Master, your trick of killing people with a knife is really good." Guslan said respectfully.

"Murder with a knife? Hahaha, no, it's called killing two birds with one stone. ”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the barracks, General Simmons was hiding behind a storming car, sneakily fiddling with something, and five minutes later, an eagle appeared over the barracks and flew towards the east side of the barracks.

Simmons shook unnaturally at the sound of footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, he saw a heavily armed and helmet-wearing Noxian soldier. He was just about to find a reason to explain, when a familiar voice came from behind him:

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Simmons' expression immediately changed from nervous to respectful:

"Dear master, I am delivering a message to Ionia as you have commanded."

The soldier looked up at the eagle, which was gone:

"They didn't find out, did they?"

"Not at all, after all, I'm a spy who has been trained to break into the Noxus army system since I was five years old, and they can't imagine that I've turned to your side, not to mention them, and Svein didn't notice it either."

"That's right, Irelia's little girl is still too young. Maybe she still has two brushes in battle, but three of them may not be Svein's opponent compared to her brains. ”

"Of course," Simmons stooped, "there is probably no one in the world who is as wise and courageous as his master." ”

"Giggles," a happy laugh came from under the helmet, making Simmons a little distracted for a moment, "Don't slap me like this, I'll take it seriously." Simmons, you've done a good job this time, and I'll reward you after the Battle of Presidian. Black roses bloom because of you. ”

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