The bushes in front of her spread out, and five horsemen came into view.

All five of them were powerful, wearing shiny armor from head to toe. The horses under the crotch were all gray-skinned horses, broad-shouldered and strong, at least seventeen palms high, and draped in the same cobalt blue horse coat. Four men unsheathed their swords, and a fifth had a sword behind their backs. Gold grip, blue scabbard.

"Laxana?" the cavalryman asked, his voice covered in his helmet.

With a long breath, the knight took off his helmet, his black hair and resolute face were the embodiment of Demacia's temperament, and it felt like he should be minted on a coin.

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"Galen. Lux sighed.

Her brother brought four warriors of the dreadnought vanguard.

If you change to other armies, four soldiers are simply insignificant, but the soldiers in the Dreadnought Vanguard are all heroes. Their heroic deeds are all engraved on their swords. Their stories are sung in the taverns and around the campfires in Demacia.

The black-haired, sharp-eyed, bearded swordsman is Diadoru. He had single-handedly fought against an entire Trifali army at the Gate of Sorrow, and held out all day. Next to him is Sebato from Jean Delek, who has slain a terrible maggot of the abyss. The monster woke up every hundred years and ravaged its prey, but now it had fallen asleep. Its fangs were hung in the main hall of King Gavin's palace, next to the newly hung dragon skull, a tribute from the prince and his mysterious fellow brave.

The smaller, but mighty one that doesn't lose to anyone, is the female warrior Valya. She once spearheaded the assault on the decks of the Sea Wolves' fleet in Dornhold, burning their ship with a single fire. The battle nearly cost her her life, but she managed to kill the leader of the berserkers. Rodion, her twin brother, sailed north and set fire to the town of Frost Harbor in Freljold, as an example of deterring any marauders who dared to invade the south.

Lux knew everyone, but rolled her eyes helplessly at the thought of having to sit at the same table with them tonight and listen to their legends. Yes, they were all heroes of Demacia, and they were very respectable, but it gave Lux a headache to hear ten times from Sebato about how she had climbed into the gult of an abyssal maggot, or Valya how she had killed a grimmauld with a broken oar.

Galen joined her along the way back to Fosbyro. They searched around the town for the district judge's son and any signs of evil deeds, but they found nothing, and finally had to return to the town when it was getting late. But it's not surprising that nothing has been found, and anyone with bad intentions has plenty of time to hide, because Galen and the Dreadnought Vanguard are too much to move. Five heavily armored warriors cannot be called covert operations. And, because she couldn't use magic, Lux never sensed the source of the dark power at the crossroads.

"Are you really here to pay homage to your great-grandfather, Foss Ian?"

"I told you, didn't I?"

"Yes," Galen replied. "You said that. I was just a little surprised. I seem to remember my mother saying that you were reluctant the last time you came. ”

"I was even more surprised that she remembered. ”

"Oh, of course she remembers. Galen said, looking ahead. "As long as little Laxana Corona is not happy, the sky is gray, the rain is continuous, and the birds and beasts are scattered. ”

"You're talking about me like a vexatious bad boy. ”

"Aren't you," Galen smiled kindly, but could barely hide the sarcasm in his words. "If you do the same thing, you will have someone to protect you, and I will have to be beaten. Mom always told me not to care about what you do. ”

The conversation between the two hung on their lips, and Lux turned her head to look to the side, remembering that she shouldn't underestimate her brother. People only know him for his honesty and straightforwardness, and know a little about tactics, but few people know about his carefulness and cunning.

And Lux knew that underestimating Galen was a fatal mistake. Indeed, Galen was a simple and straightforward warrior. But simplicity and directness are not the same as dullness.

"What do you think of that kid?" asked Lux.

Galen scratched his head.

"If I had to guess, I think he ran away," he said. "Or maybe he decided to go to the forest and play an adventure game and got lost. ”

"Don't you think the Dark Mage took him captive?"

"Of course it's a possibility, but Valya and Rodion had passed through here six months ago, and hadn't found any unnatural signs of magic at the time. ”

Lux nodded and asked, "Did you spend the night in Fosbayro?"

"No," Galen replied as the town came into their sight. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. ”

"There's movement over there," Sebato said suddenly, holding out the pergola with his hands to block out the afterglow of the setting sun.

Galen immediately looked in the direction that Sebato was pointing, and the ease on his face disappeared in an instant. His whole physical state changed. His muscles are tense, his eyes are fixed, and he is ready to act. The warriors of the dreadnought vanguard lined up around him, like arrows on the bow.

"What's the matter?" said Lux.

A group of angry residents were staggering down the street with a man into the square. She couldn't hear what people were shouting, but she could clearly feel the anger and fear.

"Pioneer! Galen said as he kicked the Spurs back.

Starfire is also a fast horse, but he still can't match the grain-fed Demacian warhorse. By the time Lux entered the city gates, the shouts of people echoed throughout the town. Starfire's side was already wet with sweat, and the horse's paw sparked on the gravel pavement. Lux reined in her horse and walked into the crowded square. She jumped off her horse, and the scene before her was not uncommon in Demacia.

"No, no, no," she whispered, and in front of her, two guards dragged a weeping man to the auction table that had been used to buy and sell livestock. The man's clothes were soaked in blood, and he kept wailing. A woman stood before him, dressed in a shearling robe, and wearing the bronze winged insignia of the magistrate of Demacia, who was supposed to be Judge Giselle. Hundreds of Fosbyro residents poured into the square, shouting and shouting at the man. Their intense resentment was palpable, and Lux felt that her magic had overflowed her body. Suppressing the surging brilliance, she pushed her way through the crowd and approached to see Galen standing under the steps of the auction table.

"Aldo Dayan," Judge Giselle said in an agitated, hoarse voice. "I accuse you of murder and conspiracy with the Dark Mage!"

(End of chapter)