The port city of Prestian, about 20 kilometers from the city of Prestian, was originally just a transshipment terminal between Ionia and Piltover. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, in the course of Piltover's rapid development in the past 100 years, the originally limited cargo terminal in the southwest of Ionia has provided at least half of the supplies and materials needed for the transfer of materials to this city of magic and technology, and thus hitched a free ride on the rapid development.

A large amount of materials and labor poured into this small fishing village, which eventually developed into what it is today, almost to the extent that it is half the capital city of Presidium.

However, these things that do not stop Caterina and Tyrone for the time being, and they can quickly and quietly take the lives of their targets, and they are only here to complete a few small tasks.

This dangerous woman on the border of Noxus, who won the title of 'ominous blade' by virtue of her great strength, disguised herself as a high-ranking person of a certain chamber of commerce who did not like to show her face, and came to study in Ionia with her 'brother', and checked the accounts of the previous year.

Of course, this Chamber of Commerce is a small part of Noxus' vast intelligence system, and its managers are people who receive a second salary in the Noxus Military Department.

The identity she sought for Caterina was just to hide the eyes and ears of the low-level employees in the Chamber of Commerce. After all, a Noxian Chamber of Commerce in Ionia does not have a single Ionian worker, which is somewhat intriguing.

Boarding the carriage waiting outside the pier, Caterina, who was impatient with the business activities to disguise her identity, did not stay behind to wait for the ship's goods, and went straight to the manor outside the port city.

After leaving the noisy port street, the daughter of the former general, who had taken off her hood and revealed the shocking scar on her cheek, said in a cold voice to the intelligence chief who was waiting respectfully on the opposite side: "Show me the information about this target." ”

"Okay, Ms. Ominous Blade." The intelligence chief handed over two pieces of information that were not thin.

Although the information given to that fierce man is mostly for show, this guy who doesn't like any words is the sharpest blade in the hands of the respectable man who has been amazed by the Noxus military department for more than 20 years.

As Katerina's brow gradually furrowed as she read the information, the capable intelligence chief couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and mentally organized the words he had thought of again.

Sure enough, Caterina asked the question: "Who is the 'artist'?" Why didn't you tell me that someone was cooperating before? ”

The intelligence chief explained, "It's a local killer that we've worked so hard to get in touch with......

"Go back, Katarina. Since some people feel that Noxus's knife has become dull, it is up to them to take care of these troubles on their own. Sitting in the carriage and keeping his head down, Tyrone, who was silently playing with the knife, finally spoke.

As soon as the killing god spoke, the intelligence director's eyelids jumped wildly. With so many targets and such a heavy task, if these two pick a pick, they will probably chase him when they come again.

At first, he pretended to relax and clasp his hands together, but by this time his knuckles were a little white, and he had to make Shadow of the Blade change his mind as soon as possible.

The intelligence director sat up straight again, and explained with some anxiety, "You misunderstood, Your Excellency Shadow of the Blade. Neither the headquarters nor we mean to belittle the two, and the local killers in this mission are just playing a role in covering up the truth. To exploit the reputation of Mr. 'Artist' in Ionia, in order to avoid the presidium hierarchy quickly associating itself with us, all for the later success of Operation Springboard in the Motherland. Long live Noxus, two Excellencies! ”

Tyrone, who was mixed with ruffian and murderous intent, slowly withdrew the short blade in his hand, raised his eyes up and down to look up and down at the intelligence director who had a clear conscience and raised his head to look at him, and his fierce eyes skimmed over the other party's neck, then leaned against the wall of the carriage with his hands and stopped talking.

As an intelligence director who has been lurking in other countries for a long time to work underground, he has already had the consciousness of sacrificing his life for the great cause of Noxus, and he can't help but feel a chill at the moment when the 'Shadow of the Blade' looks at him just now.

Thankfully, both gods accepted their explanations, and the trouble for him was to prevent Presidium's weird and arrogant 'artist' from learning that he was describing him as the one who dealt with the aftermath.

Dealing with these cold guys is really more tiring than latent work, alas......

……

On the cargo ship bound for Presidium, the river terminal was already in sight.

Ezreal accompanied Lux, who was suppressed in her excitement, and stood at the bow of the ship to look at the Ionian capital, which had been seen behind the docks, and beside Teemo and Tristana, who had recently been seen on the deck at any time.

Since the feeling of riding a river cargo ship is similar to that of a long-distance horse-drawn carriage, the two yodel little ones often ran to the deck to breathe after discovering that they would not get seasick.

That's all the team has so far.

Earlier, they had been on the ship and had overheard the crew talking about the protection of the 'Sinara' monastery by the four Eternal Beast Spirits with powerful energy and intelligence.

I wanted to go to find out, but the cargo ship would not pass in the direction of the Sinara Monastery, and the time-pressed Lax had to regret giving up, in order not to disappoint the warrior monks who came with her to cultivate all the way, she carefully asked the warrior monk Li Qing to go on her behalf, and through exchanges with the major monasteries, looking for the support of the Ionian civil forces.

Of course, including Li Qing himself, he knows that the official attitude of Ionia is not yet known, and the so-called seeking support from civil forces is just an excuse for him to go with confidence.

Therefore, Li Qing is also very grateful for the girl's carefulness, if there is no accident, he must rush to Presidium as soon as possible to meet, on the other hand, he also wants to try his best, at least he can understand the attitude of the Ionian people.

The few passengers on board the cargo ship gathered on the deck and waited for the cargo ship to dock as soon as possible, so as not to affect the owner's unloading.

However, the cargo ship that was about to arrive picked up speed and continued to sail on the other side of the dock.

"What's going on, what's going on? Isère, why is the ship moving again? Teemo, who was not tall enough, was blocked by the people next to him and couldn't see the situation outside, and found that the boat not only did not stop, but also accelerated again, and asked a little strangely.

Ezreal touched his nose, he didn't quite understand, and looked around, as if they were making way for another big ship coming from behind.

Looking at the two dragon-shaped flags fluttering from end to end on the big ship behind him, and the 'elders' of the surrounding crowd who couldn't stop talking, Ezreal probably knew that they seemed to be privileged: "Well, let's... It seems that why did the big guys give way? ”

"What! How can this be like this~~~" Seeing that he was about to go ashore, but others used his privilege to drive away, the yodel scout, who didn't like to take the boat, dragged his words in a long voice at the end to express his dissatisfaction.

The conversation between the two of them drew sideways glances from the locals on the boat, and a somewhat embarrassed Lux tapped on the 'explorer' with her foot, reminding him not to offend the public by talking nonsense.

Fortunately, an old man from the local passengers came over and explained to these out-of-town guests with a pleasant face: "Elder Kalmar will not ask for any privileges. This must have been the Captain's initiative to give up his seat for Elder Kalmar, and the Elders have done a lot for the common people, so each Elder deserves the respect of all Ionians. Not to mention Elder Kalmar, the 'just mediator', and everyone spontaneously embraced her. ”

"Ah, that's right. I'm so sorry. Ionia's folklore was indeed different from other places, and Ezreal, who had learned new customs and folklore, hurriedly apologized to the local guests around him.

Soon, Elder Karma, who had not been hugging each other on the trip, went down to the pier, bowed to the cargo ship that had taken the initiative to give up his position, and walked towards the city.

The big boat on which Karma was riding also quickly moved out of the trestle, found a calm place in the river, and anchored.

The group that was finally able to disembark from the cargo ship had to stay until the end because of Lux, who was standing on the deck and had not moved.

Looking at Elder Karma, who was far away, Lux thought back to the information she had learned about the political situation in Ionia before she traveled. This elder is an important person who can't be avoided, and maybe he should hurry up and pay a visit.

Despite this, due to the delay in disembarking, they were unable to catch up with Karma, who was traveling alone, so they had to go into the city first to find a hotel to stay in and have a good rest, and carefully took care of their clothes.

The next morning, the four of them, refreshed, went to the Ionian Foreign Affairs Council and handed over the letter of Demacia that Lux had kept close to him and contained in a small space necklace.

Luckily for them, during the three annual meetings of the elders in Ionia, the officials of the council arranged for them lodgings and special receptionists in the embassy, and then handed over Demacia's credentials to the Council of Elders as soon as possible.

The next step was to wait for the Presbyterian Council to summon her, and Lux, who had time, also sat down to carefully record the preparations for war of the Noxian Empire that she had seen along the way, and prepared for the subsequent persuasion of Ionia to form an alliance with Demacia.

Unable to calm down, Ezreal left the Cannon Maiden Tristana to follow Lux, and he took Timo and slipped out into the streets of Presidium.

Of course, the beautiful name is to investigate the people's feelings.

……

On the Valoran continent, Noxus, which has been making frequent moves recently, has touched the hearts of high-ranking people in the Federation of Demacia and Piltover City.

For the time being, the Commonwealth of Demacia has been cut off from communication with all the countries and city-states inside and outside the continent, and the troops on the border have suffered casualties in various small-scale frictions with the Noxian Empire.

The Federation of Demacia, which has lost most of its intelligence channels, has once again strengthened the recruitment and training of reserve soldiers, and ended the training period of the first batch of reserve rotation regiments ahead of schedule, sending these unqualified soldiers to the three most urgent directions on the Demacian border.

They were garrisoned by Viscount Fiona, the former Undersecretary of Defense and the current commander of the Northern Theater, between the Howling Swamp and the Kara Marsh, which encompassed the vast plains of the Northern Defense Territory of Anderage; and the three elite regiments under the command of the 'Invincible Vanguard Legion', the Agrek City Defense Area in the Central Plains of Demacia, the richest core of the Demacia Federation, and the Boulder Mountain City Defense Area from the Central Plains of Demacia to the foot of the Giant God Peak, which is garrisoned by the 22nd Army of the Southern Frontier Army.

Compared to the other two war zones, the central defense zone stationed in the city of Agric on the Demacian Plain was much calmer. One is that it is under the protection of two war zones, one north and one south, and the other is because there is the strongest army 'Invincible Vanguard Legion' that resounds throughout the entire continent.

Galen, the acting commander of the 1st Regiment of the Invincible Vanguard Legion, who had been crowned with the title of 'Power of Demacia', listened to the battle reports from the other two war zones from the royal city, and couldn't wait to go to reinforcements immediately.

It's a pity that they are like a tightly clenched fist, either they don't come out, and they must fight the enemy dizzily, because behind them is the royal city of Demacia, once lured away or stuck in the quagmire, the only thing that can protect the royal city is the reserve soldiers who temporarily hold their weapons.

At the same time, as the Noxian Empire was approaching, he was also more worried about his sister Lux, who was on an envoy mission to the surrounding countries and city-states.

Hmph, if that Piltover nasty boy can't bring Lux back intact, Galen vows to make that kid suffer enough.

Unlike the invincible vanguard corps, which could not be moved lightly, the 22nd Army Corps, the main force of the Southern Border Guards, was planning a military operation against the Noxians because of the replenishment of a lot of troops.

Of course, they didn't dare to start a war and attack Noxus first. It was only with the tacit consent of the Shangguan that some young officers planned to launch an attack on the Mogro Pass in the name of the merchant escort, trying to recapture this pass, which was extremely important for the north-south communication of the mainland.

If successful, they will issue a proclamation in the name of the merchant group, demanding that Demacia and Noxus establish a co-rule over the pass.

However, in the eyes of the officials, this is just a manifestation of the overzealous energy of young people, who will put the brakes on these impulsive and politically unsighted young officers at the last critical moment.

As for the previous planning, training, and transfer, it is up to the training of the troops.

The real conflict was fiercer in the northern theater of operations, which was located in the salient.

Because of the separation of the two swamps, aid to the northern city of Andreich will be slower than in other war zones.

Fiona, the cold and arrogant 'Peerless Sword Queen', sent a snowflake battle report and a letter asking for help to the royal city of Demacia.

According to the reconnaissance information sent back by several waves of scout teams she sent at the risk of death, the Noxian Empire on the opposite side has added 2-3 main legions to the border under the Iron Ridge Mountains. At the moment of war, there is no doubt that the additional legions will become the main force in the attack.

And the several troops sent by Fiona to try to open the passage to the city of Piltover were also like mud cattle into the sea.

In the operational command room of Anderage City, Fiona, who had just finished a combat discussion, was sitting behind a long table looking at the scout information that had just arrived in her hand and the letter of encouragement from the military headquarters.

A moment later, Fiona handed the letter of encouragement from the general's headquarters to the adjutant and asked him to read it to the commanders of the various units.

In addition to recognizing their achievements in defending their homeland for some time, the letter was another encouraging news: the Federation would send more reinforcements to the war-torn northern theater of operations, and would never let them become islands in the Noxian invasion.

As for the intelligence of the scouts, the news about the strange transfer of some legions of the Noxian Empire does not have to be transmitted to the military headquarters hard, it is just a small matter, as long as the war zone does its own defense.

Fiona sat alone in the commander's seat, looking at the map on the table in front of her, and for a moment there were a lot of thoughts, the world was impermanent.

. (To be continued.) )