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Nine majestic and peculiar flags were erected in the clouds, and the huge central square, in front of the Nine Kings Council at the top of the founding, was full of reporters from all over the world.

These reporters holding memory crystals looked nervous, regardless of the scorching sun and sweating, they still stared at the 20,000-ton pitch-black giant gate, and did not dare to relax their vigilance at all.

The meeting of the Nine Kings has been going on for three full days.

The news that Freljord was invaded by the Claws of Rin Dong and the two Great Saint Ten Magus had already spread throughout the continent, and all of a sudden, the undercurrents of various countries were surging, and the two giants of Demacia and Noxus, the cries of soldiers rectification and training spread all over the territory!

The civil strife in Freljord is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Noxus-led forces.

If Demacia sends troops to aid Freeljord, the heavy troops deployed by Noxus on the border of the Creation Mountain will definitely be overwhelmed with nonsensical reasons, and if the federal forces do not lend a helping hand to Freeljord, Queen Ash, who is in a desperate situation, will not be able to resist the terrifying invasion of the Holy Ten Rank at all!

Anyone can see that the Demacian side is in a dilemma and absolutely passive.

"Ahem......"

The prince of Demacia, Gavin IV, rarely did not wear his golden armor with super magical powers, but uncharacteristically wore a gold-rimmed royal robe that symbolized imperial power.

He sat to the right of the Parliamentarian Governor, Auston Hidrick, the handkerchief he held in his hand was soaked in blood, and his eyes were bloodshot, looking haggard and weak.

"Eight hundred years ago, the Claw of Rin Dong tribe was originally a member of the division of Freljord, and I think that after eight hundred years, the Rin Dong tribe has awakened its consciousness and wants to regain its own territory, and there is nothing wrong with it."

The man in light red heavy armor with white hair curling in front of his temples slowly drank hot tea, and he glanced at Jiawen IV with cold eyes, and there was disdain hidden in his contemptuous gaze.

"Darius, you have said this sentence more than a hundred times, I still want to refute you, eight hundred years is one of the dark histories of the Valoran continent, if you want to go back to eight hundred years ago, the territory of the Noxian Imperial Capital still belongs to our Demacia, right?"

Don't look at Jiawen IV's weak appearance, but his sharp reply is not ambiguous at all.

"Hehe, Demacia, sooner or later he will be flattened by the Noxian Dragoons."

Darius, the Hand of Noxus, had an unusually hateful glint in his eyes.

Eight hundred years ago, because of the mistake of General Burnham Darkwell, the supreme commander of Noxus, the entire territory of Noxus fell into the hands of Demacia, and the Noxians had to survive underground, that battle will always be a shame in the hearts of the Noxians, and it is also this shame that made them spend eight hundred years to form an underground empire that amazes the entire continent!

"The 'Black Rose' will bloom again."

"To tell the truth, we in the city-state of Zaun enjoy the peace of Valoran, but since the civil strife in Freljord, those unruly summoners and robots have destroyed the city-state's government and wanted, and they have been agitating for the restraints of the Zaun People's Resistance Alliance, which has made us really anxious."

"I've also heard that in the eyes of those scourges, all those who rebel against people's independence are bugs and garbage."

The representative of Zu'an City, the vicious and evil dark blue werewolf, glanced at Jiawen IV with a deep meaning, which made Jiawen IV's face even paler.

As everyone knows.

The city of Zuan, full of scum and filth, has always been a loyal ally of Noxus, with Zuan sitting at the throat of the Hokuriku, and although the entrance to the Hokuriku was destroyed by someone, the free city of Piltover still could not cross the moat of the Hokuriku and swagger to join Demacia, let alone support Freljord.

It was as if the parliament had fallen into a pool of stagnant water, and no one said anything more.

Suddenly, the old man sitting at the end of the obsidian table spoke.

"I heard that the Desert Emperor Azir has withdrawn his troops, can Shurima Desert send reinforcements?"

"It's not going to stop."

Shaped like an ancient Egyptian mythological sacrifice, Nasus, the desert god of death who once Shurima, said helplessly in his hoarse voice: "Mogro Pass is stuck by Azr's underworld soldiers, and our desert army cannot move an inch. ”

Credric's fingers holding the wrench were secretly forced, and he said solemnly, "Ionia, are there any reinforcements?" ”

"Hell!"

Master Yi, the pioneer of the Infinite Sword Dao, said angrily: "Planck doesn't know what medicine he took wrong, and he crossed one hundred and eighty pirate ships to completely block the sea of conquerors. ”

"Hahaha......"

Darius couldn't help laughing out loud any longer: "Freljord is really unlucky, suddenly civil strife, and eventful times, poor Queen Ash, relying only on the power of the Barbarian King Tedemir, I don't know how long Freljord can last." ”

Darius's ridicule darkened Demacia's power even more.

The so-called peace is entirely based on the balance of absolute power.

Between the countries, the power is almost balanced, a slight weakening of the force, may cause the country to fall into a catastrophe, the loss of Freljord, the power of the Federation will inevitably be sharply reduced, but regardless of the heavy army of Noxus, reckless support, then how can it be so simple as a sharp reduction in power?

"Freljord......" Jiawen's forty nails sank deep into the palms of his hands, and he was bleeding profusely.

"Gavin, I'm sorry."

Timo said with a crying voice: "For some reason, there is a large-scale Holy Order Poison Miasma in front of our Bandel City Gate, even if we ask the Holy Eleventh Astral Wandering God Bard to clean it up, it will take at least twenty days. ”

"I don't blame you." Jiawen said in prostration.

The war came completely unexpectedly.

It's as if a big hand is secretly fiddling with the entire continent, playing with Demacia in the palm of his hand.

Gavin had already guessed that person, but he really didn't expect that his mind would be so meticulous that just one step would seal all Demacia's retreats!

Who could that man be if it wasn't the Strategist Commander Svein?

Auston Credrick sighed slowly, and then said slowly: "As the president of the council, I will not tilt the scales on anyone, because in this world, only strength is the truth, natural selection, and survival of the fittest. ”

"If Freljord is unable to resist the attack of the Claws of Rindon, if Freljord takes on the flag of Rindon, I will represent the Council and declare the recognition of the Claws of Rindon as one of the new nine nations."

"The same ......"

Auston Hidrik's eyes narrowed slightly.

"If the Claws of Rin Dong who provoked the entire dispute are wiped out by Freljord, the council will be solely responsible for erasing all the forces involved in Rin Dong from the Valoran continent."

Styric's unhurried words sent chills down everyone's spine.

The four words of Cedric really vividly interpret the truth that power is truth.

But the Far North Country, Freljord, can really resist the siege of the Rin Dong forces and the two Great Saint Ten?

In any case, the prelude to the war seems to have begun, and the Valoran continent will no longer be peaceful.