(Preface to Introduction to Noxus)

Narrator: "Noxus is a powerful empire. In the eyes of those outside Noxus, it is self-respecting, bloody, brutal, and insatiable, but for those who see through its belligerent exterior, the social atmosphere here is actually unusually inclusive. All the strengths and talents of the people are respected and nurtured.

The Noxians were once a brutal group of marauders who captured an ancient city and built it into what it is now the center of the empire. At that time, Noxus faced threats from all sides, so they fought fiercely against all enemies, and finally the empire expanded year after year. This history of survival has made Noxians proud in their bones, and therefore values strength over everything. Of course, power can manifest itself in many different forms. Regardless of social affiliation, background, homeland, and personal wealth, anyone can gain power, status, and respect in Noxus, as long as they are able to demonstrate the necessary abilities. ”

From far to near, the camera slowly pulls up from the barren dry grass, which is covered with ruts and horseshoe prints. The scattered traces point in the same direction. The camera continues to rise, with a black-and-red wall lying across the parched earth. The blood-colored gate has a hideous relief, and if you look closely, it is an upside-down sharp axe. The camera zooms in, about past the city walls, and a huge city appears in the shot. (Freeze frame)

(Act I: The Returning Nobles)

Narrator: "Born into a noble family of the founding fathers of Noxus, Svein seems destined for a privileged life. His family played a key role in Bron's rise to power, touting their noble lineage as the nation's greatest strength. And today, Jericho Svein, the eldest son of the Svein family, has returned to Noxus after his study tour at the War College. ”

A magnificent carriage silently drove into the massive complex to the left of the Iron Blood Fortress, where stood the second tallest magic tower in the city, the glory of a supreme minister. The Svein family has always existed in Noxus, even longer than the family history of the leader, Darkwell.

"It's been a long time, it's really serious and violent." A young and flamboyant voice rang out.

The door of the carriage opened silently, and two maids dressed in formal clothes and two maids stood silently in front of the carriage. A log cane poked out of the door, and then a young man in a dark blue power suit in a dark blue headcoat stepped out of the carriage, a young man with a sharp edge, because he had a pair of eagle-like eyes, and his sword eyebrows were raised, and he was heroic. Suddenly, he looked into the shadows in the corner.

"Welcome back, young master." In the shadow of the corner, a rickety old man in formal clothes slowly walked out. "Come with me, there are still some changes in the house."

"It's Vladimir's butler, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I'm in good health." Little Svein flicked his black cloak into the hands of one of the attendants with his backhand. As the old man slowly stepped through the heavy cedar side door into his mansion.

The moment the old man opened the door, little Svein seemed to have arrived in another world. It was filled with the smell of death and the screeching of ravens.

The endless darkness seemed to be eroding his home step by step, and ravens representing corruption and destruction hovered and screamed in the air.

As Svein was at a loss, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"What's wrong? Little Svein. The butler saw that he didn't react and slapped him again.

"It's nothing, maybe I'm a little tired from the journey." Little Svein shook his head. It was as if the world had returned to its original state.

The two entered the mansion.

The door is closed.

(Act II, Svein House, Father and Son Talk)

At night, the busy Duke of Svein finally returned to his house, and the first thing he did when he returned home was to find his son in the study.

The Duke pushed open the door, and it was a luxurious study, with three floors, the walls were densely packed with books, and the shelves were all hundred-year-old cedars from Freljord, painted a solemn black with precious black lacquer from overseas. On the ground was a heavy woolen blanket from Demacia to the west.

In the middle of the study is a huge round table with a huge sand table on top of it. Svein, on the other hand, sat at a small log table behind the sand table, flipping through the nearest newspaper.

When he heard a voice, he looked up, and when he saw his father, he got up to say hello.

"You're back, Father." Little Svein put down the book in his hand, "I have brought gifts for you and my mother, and they have been delivered to my father's room. ”

"Hehe, I got my kindness." Duke Svein took off his crisp suit and revealed his woollen shirt underneath, "What do you see." ”

"General Du has recruited a lot of talents." Little Svein pulled out a cigar from the drawer under the table, snapped his fingers and lit it, taking a lazy puff "Two natural warriors, one sharp female assassin." Interesting. ”

"Very well, worthy of the men of our Svein family." The Duke laughed, "Your insight has always been good, guess where you're going next?" ”

"Fighting is not our Svein family's forte. I'm going to work?" Little Svein put down his cigar, "The government is still that industry." ”

"My child, you have to remember that politics is at the heart of the country." Duke Svein walked up to the child and patted him on the shoulder, "The glory of Svein will be inherited by you in the future." ”

"I see, my father is right." Little Svein echoed as he walked into his father's ear, "I'm already a high-ranking magician, I can protect myself in the court······" (The words are cut off and frozen)

"Very well, you are the hope of our family." The Duke laughed, "I'll arrange this, you read the book." ”

With that, he left the study.

After his father's footsteps had walked away, Svein let out a sigh of relief, leaning limply against his desk, gasping for breath. His father had a raven-like rot smell in his body.

Something must have gone wrong, whether it's my father, or Noxus! I'll find out! Certain!

It took him a long time to get up, blood dripping from his clenched fists.

(Act III: Noxus Tomahawk Tavern Quest)

Tomahawk Tavern, this huge hotel where everyone is equal is one of the few most popular entertainment venues in Nocasas.

The hall of dragons and snakes is filled with the malt smell of inferior liquor. Some shouted something and gulped ale; Some people talk to each other about something; And beyond them there are many loners, sitting alone at a table.

Narrator: "Tyrone silently sipes the worst ale in the corner of the Tomahawk Tavern, his whole body shrouded in a blue cloak, the only thing that shows is the plain white fingers holding the glass. He's been waiting here for a full eight hours, but it doesn't matter, the killer is the most important thing is patience.

Tyrone is Noxus' killer who has made a name for himself in recent years, but now he works for General Du. ”

A person staggered by, inadvertently bumped into Tyrone, Tyrone got up and kicked him down, "Stay away from me!" Sot! ”

The people in the tavern laughed, and they staggered away.

"What a disappointment!" Tyrone turned and left the tavern because he had an extra card in his sleeve.

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After some cross-dressing, a beautiful young man walked into a box on the second floor of the Tomahawk Tavern.

Tyrone gently closed the door, then immediately put his ear to the door, and waited for a long time before turning to salute.

"General Du, what do you command?"

Opposite him was a stout man sitting upright, although he was wearing a mask, this did not affect his powerful aura, which was the momentum brought out by countless battle formations and killings.

"The next mission is a long-term mission, and you'll have a new identity, but it's also called Tyrone." The general's voice had no emotional fluctuations: "Enter the office area of the ancient city and become friends with Jericho Svein. ”

"What? Checkmate! I'm a killer. Tyrone was puzzled, "Is my mission to kill him?" ”

"Lurk, become friends. Trust me, it's going to be fun. There was a slight smile in the general's voice: "Tomorrow you will report to the Marquis of Cologne." ”

"Yes!" Tyrone sat down in silence.

The two silently wiped out the food in front of them.

(Act IV: Iron Arena Collision)

Iron Will Arena, the most popular arena in Noxus,

Seriously, it's a weird form of entertainment. Majestic warriors, given even more majestic names, fought each other in front of a crowd of wolves and tigers. The cheers will be dedicated to the exceptional skill, the flamboyant performance, and every splash of blood.

Noxus is a united country, and Noxians are proud in their bones, and they value strength over everything. Every year, countless outlaws die here, and countless people leave the arena and soar.

Jericho Svein was in a high room sipping the precious drink from Ionia, the Fountain of the Gods. Looking down on the bloody battle below, he loved the feeling. However, he respected these warriors, as they were part of Noxus' martial ethos.

A dagger flicked in through the window, blood flying.

"Hah! That's not ladylike behavior, Miss Katarina. Svein's cloak was windless, and he held the dagger one after the other as if it were a big hand.

Blood-colored hair slowly fell, and a wonderful woman appeared in front of Svein, and she stuck to Svein's backhand as an elbow.

Svein put his hands on her elbows, and a whip leg was already pumping into his lower abdomen. Sent him directly to the wall.

"Cut, do you want to test my skills?" Svein tore his gorgeous uniform, revealing a close-fitting skit, "Come on." ”

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In the soundproof room, canes and daggers collide constantly. The two sides staggered several rounds before suddenly stopping at the same time.

"Tell me, find me something." Caterina sat down on the couch in the box with a big grin.

"I think there's something wrong with Noxus. So is my family. Svein sat down with no image. Has anything changed in the years I've been away? ”

"What? Want to hire me to investigate for you? The corners of Katerina's mouth rose slightly, "I'm the daughter of your father's political enemy." ”

"Yo Yo Yo, can our beautiful Noxian Flower be bought with money?" Svein stood up and walked over to the glass of the box, "I love this country more than my family. ”

"Hehe, interesting." Katerina got up, "Then come on, you've been quiet since you left." ”

With a single leap, Caterina vanished in place, leaving behind only a dagger and Svein looking out over the city of Noxus.

(Act V: The Court Newcomers Take Office)

Three days later, Svein changed into a dark red suit and rode towards the ancient city. The ancient city was the administrative center of Noxus and is said to have been the palace of the iron-armored wraith Maude Caesar. The Noxians paid a huge price to occupy this place.

And now here is the administrative heart of Noxus. Svein's job was to be a transcriber of letters. Any document leaving the court was kept open to the public by a number of transcribers.

And on this day he also met his partner, the correspondent Tyrone. Cologne. A young man of only about 1.75 meters looks quite weak, but as the successor of the marquis, he should not be a weak hand. Svein thought.

And this is the first time Tyrone has seen Svein, sharp, gloomy, and violent. It's funny how a young person has so many negative emotions.

"Hello, I'm Tyrone. Cologne. Heir of the Marquis of Cologne, I hope to cooperate with you well in the future. Tyrone broke the silence of the small office. (The transcriber has a separate room because of the confidentiality of his work) stretched out his right hand.

"Hello, my name is Jericho. Svein, I hope I can work well with you. Svein also held out his right hand. Don't interfere with each other, don't interfere with each other, I'm a researcher, I like history. ”

"The great nobles who like history? It's interesting. Tyrone chuckled, "I love martial arts and drinking. I can take you there if you need to. ”

"Yes, then in the Iron Blood Arena, you can follow me to my fixed box."

The hands of the two of them became tighter and tighter.

"Thank you so much for your kindness, I haven't seen the scenery from above." Tyrone voluntarily shook off Svein's hands.

There was an inexplicable fear in the eyes of both of them.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Two black-clad clerks entered the room and began to teach them.

Their complexions quickly returned to normal, and they began to take care of their work. They are responsible for transcribing and distributing documents from the Treasury Department.

(Act VI: The Court's Day-to-Day Work)

In the small office with a dark red tone, Svein copied the financial funds confirmed in the morning, this small office is estimated to be only 20 square meters, several bookshelves, and two desks are dark red background. Svein and Tyrone were each at the same table.

After Svein transcribed it, Tyrone would review it and send it to the next location.

In the month-long run-in, both of them did not miss anything. So the chat began.

"Today, the Ministry of Agriculture application has been promoted."

"yes, isn't there a pest in the northwest? I've heard that military spending will rise. Going to war? ”

"There are them every summer and autumn, so let's just watch them quietly."

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Slowly, the two began to talk about other things, such as their views on political events, their thoughts on the country, and so on.

Every day at noon, Svein went to the palace library to read, and his family gave him great access to reading, but his interest did not seem to be in rare books and magic books, but in legends and bizarre records.

Tyrone will also go with him after the two get acquainted with each other. After work, the two often drink together and visit the Colosseum.

The days passed.

(Act VII, Demacia, Place of the Light)

In the grand square of the city of Demacia, the rulers were appointed to the thunderous cheers of the people.

The magnificent square at noon is full of people, this is the day of the coming of age of Gawain IV, and today he will be congratulated by the people.

And the hero in everyone's hearts, Jiawen III, stood on the high platform of the square.

"Today, I am here to celebrate the sixteenth birthday of our Crown Prince, King Gawain IV. And today is also his adult day. "Gavin III put on the golden armor of his youth and stood on the platform at the highest point of the square. Today's congratulations began. "Today, he will receive the glory and blessing of the Light Shield Family here."

"Now, let's welcome my children." The king looked at the equipment in front of him with satisfaction, and held out his hand backwards. "Gavin IV! Oh, he's not yet the fourth, welcome Viscount Gavin. ”

The silent crowd was ignited in an instant. Cheers burst through the sky. Hidden behind the stage, Jiawen felt a strong force, which is the power of unity and the power of the people. He slowly walked up to the high platform and knelt down on one knee in front of his father, who placed the crown on his head.

Jiawen stood up slowly, and in an instant, the golden armor was added. He grasped the Formation Breaking Halberd in both hands and raised the Supreme above his head. "I, Garvin IV, will protect the peace of Demacia and the honor of the Shield family for the rest of my life!"

The crowd boiled, and they cheered and screamed Gavin's name. There was something that seemed to ignite the young and brave heart of Jiawen. He stood in front of the stage and reached out to press down. The people fell silent.

"My name is Gavin IV, your prince, and my soldiers and I will go to the Shining Silver Mountains to bring peace and joy to the people of the border." People were stunned, this was really the first fiefdom on the border on the mainland. "We will leave with hope and glory in triumph! For Demacia! ”

Everyone applauded silently, and the applause became louder and louder, reaching into the sky. I don't know who started it, "Long live Demacia!" ”

(Act VIII: The Battle of Demacia)

Narrator: The lands on the other side of the Shining Mountains have long been contested by Noxus, leaving the frontier lawless and borderlands threatened many of Demacia's allies by foreign bandits and warlike tribes. The prince vowed to stabilize the region again.

The arrival of the prince seems to have given hope to the long-displaced people and a strong sense of belonging to the down-and-out nobles, and the fearless vanguard was subservient everywhere he went.

A large number of Noxian marauding troops seemed to crash into the city walls, and in an instant, they turned over and shattered their bones.

By the time the news reached the ancient city, Gavin IV had already recovered the Shining Silver Mountains.

The Shield flag flutters in the wind.

(Act IX, The Office, The Eve of the War)

Recently, the Noxus office area was overloaded, and Svein and Tyrone hadn't left the small room for three days.

"I never expected the sheep of Demacia to stretch out their claws." Tyrone stamped the seal hard onto a document that read, "Military expenses, military expenses, military expenses." Oh my God! ”

"Hehe, I really didn't expect that elegant coward to make such a decision." Svein sighed, "O Shining Silver Mountains, an important material land. ”

"Let's fight, I want to go to war." Tyrone put on a new seal

"It's up to you, haha, don't make trouble, follow me to find history." Svein said without raising his head, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all, "It is estimated that it will take a long time, just get busy." ”

······ After five busy days, the Empire's sophisticated machine was back on track.

A month later

"Hey, what is this, tens of millions of flows!" Tyrone gasped and laid out a piece of paper in front of Svein

This fund flow is - The Awakening of the Undead God of War - Ministry of Foreign Affairs 2000w Silver Snake Coins. "Your favorite historical figure is here."

"Interesting, let's look for his story at noon." Svein began his transcription again. "I think it's a clue."

"Clues? Did you become a detective? Lord Svein," Tyrone laughed.

(Act 10: The Court Library, Clue)

Time flies, winter arrives, and snowflakes slowly fall from the sky.

As the sun went up, Svein walked into the special collection room of the Imperial Library, which was a miscellaneous display area in the library, with all kinds of wild history anecdotes.

"A lot of times, wild history rumors are serious history." Svein has always believed in this truth, "This little girl who has been smeared by others, it is interesting to be tight. ”

Svein spent most of his half-year rest here, and in the fog of history, he seemed to have found some clues, and in the fog of history, there seemed to be two shadows looming. A vast network of influence spreads across the Nocasas Empire.

"Look at the legend of the Blood Duke." A book flung at Svein from the side. It turned out that in the shadow of the bookshelf, Tyrone was also flipping through the books. "The story of the source of this power is kind of interesting."

"The Bloody Duke has given the mighty warrior Theon the power to control blood on the top of the mountain, allowing him to be invincible on the battlefield. The story of the God of War of the Dead? Svein flipped through the booklet, "Was there a big expense to wake up the undead warriors a few days ago?" The Glittering Silver Mountains seem to be restless. ”

"Jiawen IV was the Marquis of Shuoyin, and he won successive battles and pacified the frontier." Tyrone laughed mockingly, "What a bunch of straw bales." ”

"But the killing of this undead god of war, I can't distinguish between the enemy and me." Svein flipped a few more pages, "I think we can look it up with that money." ”

"Hey, the Blood Duke of hundreds of years ago, do you believe this clue?" Tyrone smiled wryly: "Anyway, I believe that you dare to believe it." ”

"I think that's a clue." Svein pulled out the Knowledge Crystal and began to record. Fifty years have passed, and Sain's grave has been opened again. In the years following Theon's death, Noxus's power waned, and the reigning Empire's Grand Commander, Brown Darkwell, was willing to restore the Empire's lost glory at any cost. A mysterious society uses forbidden magic to resurrect the long-lost hero and sacrifice him to the Grand Commander. ”

Svein finished speaking and began to ponder, Black Rose? Forbidden? Resurrection? Interesting.