The imposing hall was lit with countless burning torches, the dancing flames illuminated the whole hall very brightly, wisps of white smoke drifted out from the top of the torches, and then gradually faded into the air, a huge map hung on the wall on the side of the hall, it was a map depicting Noxus, dense place names filled the entire map, it was even detailed to the point of a small village. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Dozens of chairs flanked an exaggerated conference table, wooden chairs upholstered in silk, each with a uniformed military man representing the country's superstructure and the solid cornerstone of the Noxuan regime.

This is the Noxus High Command.

It is the center of power in this vast empire, the sacred place of countless Noxians, the place where power and glory are intertwined, and the top of the pyramid of class society.

The people who are qualified to sit in these chairs all have a respectable title - general.

Yes, these dozens of guys of different ages and appearances are the generals of Noxus. This evil country in the eyes of the world, its authority, is in the hands of these dozens of people in this hall.

In countries other than Noxus, of course, this mainly refers to Demacia, generals are not admirable existences, maybe some civilian soldiers, can also obtain the rank of general, but in Noxus, this is not possible, only people who control one or more legions under their command are qualified to be called generals.

Therefore, these soldiers sitting at the conference table now have extremely powerful military power in their hands, and a considerable number of them have engraved their names in the long river of time.

Sain, Du Kekao, Cree、...... These are all strong men with outstanding military achievements, and they only need a name to make the enemy fearful.

However, no matter how prosperous and famous these people were, at the front of the conference table, that unique position would always belong only to the greatest ruler of Noxus, the eternal general, Burnham Darkwell.

This is a young man who does not look at all like the countless years that have ruled Noxus, his face is fair and handsome, and if it were not for the military uniform on his body, Burnham Darkwell would be more like a noble boy wandering at the ball of the nobility, shuttling between fine wine and maidens, capturing hearts one after another with his handsome looks and touching love words.

However, the generals here don't think so, Burnham Darkwell has obtained the method of eternal youth, many of them have been like this before they became generals, so these generals know very well what a deep and terrifying existence is behind that seemingly young and immature face.

"Welcome to the High Command, the most loyal generals of the Noxian Empire."

Burnham Darkwell stood up and spoke in a clear voice. As he got up, everyone else stood up as a sign of respect for him. It also shows recognition of his leadership power.

"Alright, sit down."

Burnham Darkwell pressed his hands down, the expression on his face indicating that he was satisfied, and after seeing everyone seated, he began to speak.

"You may all have guessed why the High Command called you all together this time, after all, I can't think of anything other than war that needs to call all of our bravest generals in Noxus together."

"But before we get into today's meeting, and with everyone around, I need to introduce you to a few new faces entering this hall."

"First of all, Jericho Svein."

Burnham Darkwell pointed to the very edge of the conference table, and as the general moved, a man in a purple robe, who looked somewhere between youth and middle aged, stood up.

The reason why I say this is because his age does not seem to be very large, but his whole person exudes a gloomy and deep temperament, some sharp facial features and red eyes with some strange eyes, which add a bit of chilling majesty to him out of thin air, and the most peculiar thing is that on his shoulder, there is a crow with blood-red eyes.

When he got up, he propped up the conference table with his hands, and then slowly stood up, an action that made many people frown, because it showed that there seemed to be something wrong with his legs, and a person with a physical defect was actually qualified to enter this temple of power.

"Jericho Svein is an outstanding military theorist who has earned himself the place he deserves by his talent and martial prowess, and last month our High Command approved his appointment as a general, so I am pleased to announce that Noxus has another outstanding commander."

There was a sparse round of applause in the hall, but Burnham Darkwell was not angry, because he knew that this cold atmosphere was not aimed at him, it was a problem that every new general faced, even many generals born into military aristocratic families, let alone a guy who climbed up from the bottom of society.

"Alright, Svein, sit down, Katerina next."

This time it was a girl with fire-colored hair who stood up, she was not wearing a traditional Noxian military uniform, but a not too conservative leather armor, her proud figure was completely outlined by this dress, her full legs were tied to the outside of two knife bags, of course, the weapon had been temporarily taken away when she entered here, but it was obvious that this was an adventurer's dress.

Burnham Darkwell said with a smile: "The long life always makes people ignore the passage of time, but seeing you, dear little Caterina, I feel the power of time again, the little girl who jumped up and down in the manor back then, has now grown into an excellent warrior, and can inherit the glory of the family and fight on the battlefield." ”

"This is the eldest daughter of the Quecao family, the successor of General Du Quecao, and the new master of the Blade Legion, Caterina du Quecao."

"General, you've won the prize."

Katerina's voice had a chilling taste, "I am far from being a good warrior, but I bear the honor of the Quekao family, and I inherit my father's name, and I swear to you that the sword of the Quekao family will always shine for Noxus." ”

As soon as her words fell, warm applause suddenly rang out, this is not comparable to Svein just now, this is the foundation of this family, the name Kekao has long resounded in all corners of this country.

"Alright, little Carter, sit down, and finally, this one, Anne Hasta."

The originally quiet hall suddenly resounded with a fierce discussion, because as Burnham Darkwell's words fell, what appeared in everyone's field of vision was a little girl in a princess dress!