In the year 423 of the Noxian calendar, the gentle spring breeze had just left the Valoran continent, and the hot summer sun hung in the sky, and the dazzling light added a little more urgency to the already solemn and solemn giant city.

In the Immortal Fortress, most of the pedestrians, both men and women, were busy with their own business in a hurry, and apart from the real top magnates, few people had leisure to go shopping in the public areas of the Immortal Fortress, especially when they smelled the smell of war.

In Noxus, the more you rush to the front of the battlefield, the more prominent your family is, and the officers who shout 'rush for me' will never have a bright future, and the soldiers and the military department will only revere the bravest soldiers and generals, not the shrunken turtle who will only shout and direct others to charge.

More than a dozen recruiters go to various recruiting points in the villages outside the immortal fortress to recruit young people who are eager to make a career on the battlefield, and the van carriages at the recruiting points will take the Noxian recruits to the barracks for initial training and quarterly evaluations, and after three months of training, only those who pass the test can be regarded as truly joining the Noxian Imperial Legion and becoming a glorious Imperial recruit.

Each recruit will be issued with basic combat equipment by the military department, generally speaking, you can choose one of your favorite standard equipment among spears, long swords, battle axes and sword shields, and the more precious longbows and crossbows need to be selected by special archers to be distributed.

If you have enough personal assets, you can also choose to spend your own money or bring your own personal equipment into the barracks according to your own combat advantages, because in this way you save the empire a part of the military expenses, this part of the equipment money will be converted into a part of the military merits, so that the recruits can live a little more comfortable in the life of the recruits, which is also the path that the children of the nobility who have been more superior since childhood, and the difference between the standard iron sword and the hand-made custom steel sword will only be reflected between life and death on the battlefield.

Recruits who enter the barracks to complete the second phase of training will be assigned to different Imperial Legions according to the predetermined quota, and then enter the third stage of the wargroup run-in mode, where they will undergo further specific military training according to the different styles of different warbands, and give full play to their individual talents and clan style as much as possible.

In the whole process, the cowards and incompetent can only secretly withdraw from the selection to find other ways out, and the excellent will become the object of competition for the warlord family legion, become the close guard or follower of some warlord nobles, and embark on a smoother path to promotion.

A hundred years of peace have soothed the wounds that the war has brought to the Noxians, time will not let mankind learn anything, only make one thing repeat countless times, only when it enters the severe pain, can mankind hold its heart and briefly stop the never-ending cycle and think about the meaning of life.

At noon, a horse-drawn carriage on the horizon drove on the boulder road towards the ancient and heavy city, Noxus is located in a hilly and mountainous area, with many open-pit quarries, and it is very convenient to mine stone resources.

Several quarries produce both white marble for pavilions and granite for paving, which is cut and mixed with a certain percentage of cement for paving, and these hard stones are paved on the main road to become the perfect stepping stone.

Over the course of a hundred years, the Boulder Road of Noxus has been paved and maintained by war stonemasons for many years, and the Boulder Road has penetrated most of the major villages in Noxus, and all the capillaries of the Boulder Road have finally merged into a solemn gray-white avenue leading to the Immortal Fortress.

There were other caravans or village caravans on the boulder road, but when they saw the rapidly approaching military carriages, they stopped to the side to make way for the military carriages.

The Boulder Road was built with the funds of the Noxian Imperial Army, and this heavy and hard stone road was born for war from the beginning, and it was only an additional function for caravans to transport goods or to communicate with the people.

Because of this, Noxus soldiers have the highest level of right of way on the Boulder Road, and if they are hit by a horse or a chariot without giving way on the Boulder Road, the 'perpetrator' does not need to bear any responsibility, and not only that, but the Noxus Military Department will also hold the deceased accountable for obstructing military operations if necessary.

Approaching the majestic city unimpeded, the horsewhip-wielding soldiers finally slowed down the car, and only stopped at the fortress pass of the Immortal Fortress for less than a minute, and the identified carriage drove directly into the fortress through the side gate raised by the steel gate, and entered the Immortal Fortress.

Seeing that the carriage was about to arrive at the core area of the fortress, Leander, who put the Noxus General armor on his body, took a deep breath, contracted his lower abdomen like a pregnant belly, and stuffed the fat on his stomach into the iron belt, and moved twice to make sure that he couldn't jump out for a while, Leander relaxed and brought the pressure to the iron belt,

Stepping out of the carriage with the help of his attendants, Leander headed up the fortress and found the place where the other generals in the middle were working.

Finding a guard, Leander inquired about the whereabouts of the Generalissimo of the Empire.

"It turned out to be Lord Leander...... The Generalissimo was in a meeting at the High Command, and General Leander could go directly to the High Command to find him. ”

"Thank you."

Leander, who had climbed hundreds of stone steps, wiped his fat hot sweat with a golden silk handkerchief, and he wanted to put his hand on the shoulders of the lovely male squire to share some of the burden for himself, but he knew that any kind of weakness in the immortal fortress was not allowed,

At all times, the Noxians must be as strong as steel.

Leander looked at the environment where there were not many people, and reached out and patted the shoulder of the handsome male attendant.

"Lord Leander, I'm a little tired, can I take a break here?"

The personal male attendant who was not blushing or panting made a thoughtful request, and the panting Leander raised his eyebrows, and calmly breathed with a serious face, looking like he didn't look like the one who needed to be defended at night.

"They all say that you should exercise more often, but it's disobedient! Alas, forget it, take a break if you want to, don't take an example. ”

Half an hour after standing up, Leander climbed up to the council hall on the upper floor of the fortress to find that Generalissimo Burnham had gone to the fortress dungeon ten minutes earlier from another way to make his rounds.

"Well, I just want to ask, is Generalissimo Burnham back today?"

Outside the conference hall, Leander laughed more ugly than she cried, and laughed at the Noxian janissaries who were guarding the left side of the gate with a strained face, but the female janissary with a scar on the right side of her face looked at the legendary Governor of Vazuan again and commented disdainfully.

"General Leander, your delicate skin really doesn't look like a Noxian, you are more like a noblewoman living in a deep boudoir compound."

It is rare that there can be a rich fat man on the depressing fortress, and they don't mind making some extra money, but it's a pity that even they don't know the specific whereabouts of Generalissimo Burnham.

"I'm sorry, Lord Leander, the whereabouts of the Generalissimo are the highest level of military secret, so we don't know if the Generalissimo will return."

"Thank you, Brother Guard, a little heart is not a respect, go to the tavern on a hot night to drink two glasses, it will be my treat."

Stuffing a money bag into each of them, Leander simply sat on the floor tiles outside the conference hall.

"I'll wait here for the Generalissimo."

"Of course, Lord Leander, please."

The male janissary responded, feeling the heavy weight, and the female janissary's face was a little more soft and lustrous like a gold coin, and she didn't say anything mean.

Making money on one's own abilities and positions without violating the issue of principles is not something to be ashamed of in Noxus.

……

No one knows who designed the entire war fortress when the Immortal Fortress was built, and it is unknown how well the designer knew about business and urban development planning, but everyone who came to the Immortal Fortress knew that the designer must have been a war maniac.

The two functional buildings with the largest number of immortal fortresses are the castle fortress towers that can fit a thousand legions, turrets and crossbows, and various dungeons and prison areas, which have been deliberately investigated by architectural scholars, not counting the dungeons deliberately hidden by Noxus, there are sixty-six dungeons placed on the surface alone.

Most of the dungeons are located under the fortress, dozens of dungeons are not connected to each other, each independent of each other, equipped with torture rooms and garrison areas, as long as there are enough logistics materials, each independent fort can be stationed in an army of about 100 people for a long time.

If you break it down, the fortifications on each dungeon can form an independent military defense unit, and no one knows the true meaning of this design, just as no one since Sahn Uzur can understand what kind of killing enthusiasm can make a tyrant slaughter nearly a million people on the continent, so that a settlement of thousands of people in the next few hundred years is enough to be called a 'large power'.

No one knew, no one dared to name Uzur, not even Burnham himself.

"My lord, this is the death row inmate who will be executed today, named Scripps."

The mottled dungeon smelled of blood, and Burnham looked away from the ragged death row inmate, inhaled intoxicatedly, and whispered to his henchman Cromwell.

"Tell me about him."

"Yes."

There was not a trace of blood in sight on his pale face, and the man with a cold voice was wearing a luxurious black and red robe, wearing leather high-top military boots on both feet, and carrying a Noxus black steel single-edged stabbing sword at his waist, with outstanding temperament and handsome appearance.

Cromwell's whole person has sickly and delicate skin like the rumored vampires in the Western world, and the man's eyes are melancholy ice blue, which is completely different from the black and brown children of the Lockhee clan, Cromwell, who has the blood of the Heidi people of the northern continent, broke away from the rule of the Emerald Collar and went all the way south to join the Immortal Fortress of Noxus, which has been one hundred and fifteen years ago.

Knowing that the master he served was honing his will in a state of thirst for blood, Cromwell deliberately slowed down his speech.

"Scripps was originally a centurion of a warband, and he had made many achievements on the battlefield, coupled with his bravery in battle, he independently killed a scout team of the Kingdom of Gran on the southern battlefield, so he was promoted quickly,

It wasn't until someone reported it half a month ago that it was found out that Scripps had taken advantage of his position in recent years to cronyism, covering the sky in the war group, and taking the soldiers' relics as his own after the death of many loyal soldiers, and those who did not obey were secretly executed by Scripps, and so far there have been eleven victims ......"

His gaze met Scripps, who raised his head, and Cromwell, who paused for words, saw disdain and arrogance in the man's gaze.

"Even in the dungeon, Scripps never repented, and often said a word to the jailer."

"What's the matter?"

As Burnham's most loyal subordinate and daring pioneer, Cromwell spoke with a natural face.

"He said, 'Nobody understands the pleasure of a married woman, except me.'" ”

"Hehe, although the sin deserves death, he is also an interesting person."

Burnham Darkwell motioned for Cromwell to open the cell door, and the tall generalissimo had the same skin as Cromwell.

People are not ghosts, this is the price of immortality.

"Tell me."

With scarlet eyes and an itchy throat, Burnham seemed to see delicious blood flowing through the prisoner's bare skin, and Cromwell pulled out a metal syringe, the pink quartz glass marked on one side of the syringe dissipated the scarlet fear.

Even with the advanced alchemy of the Empire, it is difficult to make such a magic tool, which is a magical treasure that belongs exclusively to the Crimson Order.

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"You, who have done so many things that have destroyed humanity, do you remember your oath to join the Noxian Legion?"

"Remember, of course I remember, just like when you became this ghost, but you still want to make Noxus a great empire, although I have a good time in this life, I will never forget my oath."

The Imperial General, who was not afraid of the monster-like appearance in front of him, Scripps, who had already been dying, grinned and said an unforgettable oath.

"For the glory of Lockhee, for the eternal immortality of the fortress, I will fight to the end, I will fight to the death, I will carry the banner of Noxus, and sacrifice the soul of my army of Great Noxus with the blood of the enemy."

"Very well, for the sake of not forgetting the glory of Noxus, I will give you the most dignified death."

The white-gloved right hand grabbed Scripps by the neck, and Burnham twisted it hard, and a 'crunch' bone crack sounded, and the man who was chained to the base of the wall died.

Letting go of his right hand, the death row prisoner collapsed at Burnham's feet, causing the master of the empire to sigh.

"He is a good soldier, but unfortunately, he can't control his rotten crotch and kills many loyal soldiers."

"Master, few people can restrain their desires after taking power."

Piercing the needle into the chest cavity of the bare corpse, Cromwell, who used the blood secret method to further purify the 'blood element', began to pull the syringe, and the blood through the quartz glass flashed crimson magic fluorescence, which looked extremely delicious.

As soon as the needle was drawn, the corpse shrunk by more than half, and it shriveled down like a dried corpse that had been left for half a year.

Aimed the needle at the side of the Generalissimo's neck and gently stabbed it, pushing the piston, the blood in the Generalissimo's eyes faded, and he regained his absolute sanity.

"So that's why I'm always on the same great belief, Cromwell, whether it's you or me, or more Noxians, there's very little we can do in this world, and if we don't have a great purpose, we're all lost in power and power."

The second syringe completely dried Scripps, and Cromwell closed his eyes and gave himself a needle.

His heart reverberated with the vows his father had left him, and ancient hatred flowed through his veins.

"Master, you are right, we live in this world, if we don't want to lose ourselves, we must have an unforgettable great goal, we must move forward for the goal, at all costs."