Chen Senran is not taking this war seriously.

Of course, he was taking this war very seriously.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have united the people of the Void Alliance.

Nor will Trist be asked to intercept them.

Not to mention, all his real elites were transferred from the East China Sea to Noxus.

He's keeping his promises.

Commitment to Burnham.

Commitment to Svein.

For that sentence, the country is about to die, do you dare to accept it?

commitments.

This ruined kingdom was given to him by the lame man.

For this, he paid with his life.

Without complaint, and without a struggle, he was hanged at the War College.

When he died, he was smiling.

Of course, Chen Senran knows this.

So, he absolutely, will not give up the city, the country.

Because, he rarely really promises others anything.

And if he says yes, then he will do it desperately.

Like, he agreed, he wanted to marry Anne, and he wanted to give her a grand wedding.

Well, he will do it.

Weddings, and wars.

At first glance, it sounds like something that is out of touch.

Even, in the eyes of most Noxians, Chen Senran has actually given up on them.

If it weren't for the tens of thousands of East China Sea troops belonging to Chen Senran stationed in the Noxian Royal City now, tens of thousands of long knives would hang above the heads of the Noxians all the time.

Then, Chen Senran had already been pulled down from the highest seat by the Noxians.

The beheading was on display.

Noxians can accept death.

But it is absolutely unacceptable that he is put on the chopping block alive and slaughtered by others, and he has no power to fight back.

In fact. In the royal city of Noxus, under the festive and lively exterior, there is already an undercurrent.

The feelings of restlessness, anxiety and fear that have accumulated for more than ten days have made the Noxians beneath the surface, the old Noxian nobles who have survived for hundreds of years. and the die-hard remnants of Burnham in the not-so-peaceful Noxian military department, colluding together.

Ready, ready to start a storm.

Or, death?

Chen Senran knew these things very well, and he even clearly knew the name and resume of everyone who tried to rebel against him.

But he did nothing.

Because he is about to get married.

He didn't want such a festive atmosphere to be ruined.

And even if you want to see blood, it shouldn't be, now.

He knew it very well. The army that claims to be going to crush all of Noxus, and now, almost literally, is almost really close to completing this arrogant idea.

At this moment, now, it is stationed less than half a day's journey outside the city.

He knew that they would be at the beginning of their wedding, from the distant horizon, with the rising sun. Kill it together.

It's like the righteous and great victors in countless legendary stories in the past. Take the greatest light and complete the ultimate business.

And Chen Senran also thinks so.

At the moment when the sun rises, there will be people wearing armor and carrying swords from afar.

They want to give themselves a big gift.

One serving, red. Gift.

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Ezreal is ready.

Give Chen Senran a rich enough gift.

His first and last time.

The army-wide assembly was officially convened.

Discuss about, the last general assault on Noxus.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Although there are no more terrible demons in the way.

But the previous two attacks had exhausted the trust between Ezreal and the entire Demon Slayer Alliance. and the final peace.

Between them, the so-called commander-in-chief and the army have long been completely severed.

Except that no one actually rushed into Ezreal's tent and killed him, they were only a thin line away from completely tearing their faces.

If it weren't for the fact that he always represented Lalivash, the supreme continental hegemony, and the destiny of all.

Well, no one will come at all.

But the whole scene is still tense.

"About tomorrow's war......" Ezreal cleared his throat, which he could already feel clearly, and said in a normal human voice, "you ......"

"You don't have the qualifications to command anymore." Someone did not intend to give him face, and directly interrupted his speech on the spot.

But I still pay attention to proportion, and I don't use the word power, but qualifications.

He can deny Ezreal's abilities, but he can't deny Lalivash's authority.

That, however, is a capital offense, and it is also taboo.

"Oh?" Ezreal was not in a hurry, nor was he angry, he raised an eyebrow and looked at the other generals of the city-states who were waiting in silence.

"Yes." Ash, the most weighty of all of them, also spoke, and she said, "We...... Feel that you are not suitable, march to war. ”

She was still cautious.

Be cautious in what you say.

After all, this is not the case, and even in the past, Freljord was subject to the War College.

Now, not to mention.

But, after all, someone said what she wanted to say.

"We don't trust you, you'd better not affect us, or ......" The man didn't say anything, he just looked at Ezreal with a cold look, and with the half-unsheathed sword in his hand, an aura of loneliness and determination permeated the entire tent.

This is a warrior from Demacia, their noblest prince died in the land of Noxus, which is incomparably shameful, and hateful.

It must be washed with blood.

Therefore, they have nothing to fear.

The white iris armbands hanging from their arms represent great sorrow and faith.

Vows to set foot in Noxus!!

"What about you? Anything else you'd like to say? Ezreal, still calm, continued to look at the others who had not yet spoken, as if to wait for them to finish together before concluding.

Silent.

There was a long silence.

It's like everyone has nothing to say.

"So......" or Ash, she hesitated a little, and said with some uncertainty, "You promised us?" ”

Ezreal laughed.

Hear this.

No one knew what he was laughing at.

Then, he said, "No......"

He looked at everyone and put his hand to his heart.

"I want you to know......," he whispered, in a voice that he had never felt before, "who I, really, are." ”

The next moment.

The whole tent was filled with the smell of emptiness.

They were in tents.

See.

God. (To be continued......)