In the Immortal Fortress, in the lowest death row, all the guards had been withdrawn, and Cromwell, the adjutant of the Generalissimo of the Empire, stood indifferently outside the door with his eyes slightly closed, oblivious to the screams and gnawing sounds coming from inside the dungeon door.

All the doors of the death row have been opened by the prison guards, and eighty percent of the two hundred and thirty-eight death row inmates who were chained to the wall have died, and the remaining survivors are cursing loudly and hoarsely at the bloodthirsty monsters standing in the corridor, as if doing so can give them the courage to die, although the reality is very cruel, but there are still more cries of collapse and begging for mercy than vicious curses.

"You bloodthirsty Noxian monster! I curse you to die in the most painful torment! I curse your kingdom to fall like a sandcastle by the sea, I curse your family to become hungry beasts like you, I curse you ......"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Burnham Darkwell indifferently tore open the throat of the cursed man with his right hand that had taken off his white glove, allowing the blood spurting from the aorta to bathe his face, and the Imperial Marshal closed his eyes in intoxication, enjoying a calming blood bath, and after absorbing the blood, his body was full of food and drink, but his soul still longed for more life.

Blood is a symbol of life.

Only when his spirit is calmed can he completely get rid of the thirst for blood, this hunger has tormented him for hundreds of years, he has gone crazy several times, trying his best to fight the instincts from the demons, but it seems a little too difficult in the subsequent battle.

Also splashed with blood, feeling the warm crimson smell of rust, another middle-aged man in the same cell clamped his legs, and the yellow liquid flowed down from the root of the thigh, dripping on the ground and making a stench, his legs couldn't stop shaking at the thought that his throat would be torn open at will next.

He didn't know why he had just stolen a pair of black stockings used by a noblewoman and was going to be put on death row, but unfortunately his tongue had been pulled out, his teeth had been knocked out, his lips had been stitched with needles and threads, and he could no longer make any noise for himself.

"The curse of mortals is meaningless, like the mud and sand on the earth cursing the stars in the sky, and the stars can send divine punishment to destroy the sand at any time, but the sand can never reach the height of the stars."

As if to feel something, and as if to comfort himself, Burnham muttered to himself in the dungeon.

"What's more, you are just the dregs of the Empire, garbage, filthy criminals and rebels, and you deserve to give your despicable lives for the head of the Empire."

"Burnham, you're just a bloodthirsty monster! It's not a gods! ”

A voice of retort came from the other cell, and Burnham, who ignored it, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man whose mouth was stitched shut.

"With so many stitches in your mouth and your tongue removed, you must have committed a felony of deception, and only a coward would lie in Noxus, because the strong will use their strength to prove that they have done nothing wrong.

I led Noxus to conquer the Kingdom of Gran, I led Noxus to conquer the Duchy of Valkux, and in the future, I will lead Noxus to conquer Nosland, to conquer Valoran, to conquer Demacia, and to that damn Freljord and the Emerald Collar who didn't work hard,

Tell me, I kill the enemy on the front line, bring endless territory and glory to the empire, what are you cowards doing in the rear? Collect money with your eloquent mouth, or please a woman's body and soul with your lying tongue? ”

Placing his right hand on the prisoner's throat with slow force, Burnham's slightly hideous expression regained its composure, but death followed.

"My subjects, you say, do you deserve to die?"

"Mm......mm

His eyes widened, the last wisp of oxygen was completely cut off by a pale hand as hard as steel, and the middle-aged man contracted his lungs hoarsely, contracting and expanding again and again, but he could no longer breathe even a wisp of oxygen from his throat,

The useless struggle and the suffocation that crept into his mind strangled the man's remaining mental and willpower, and the dying body caused the bulging ribcage to burst the throat, and the silent death made a bubbling sound that made the scalp of the living tingle before it ended, like the whispering of the devil.

Like a chicken and duck in the butcher's hand, Burnham let go of his hand and ended the life of the despicable and the cowardly.

Let go of the hand, and be crushed by the man who turned his body.

The killing inside the door was still going on, and the sound was getting less and less, and Cromwell outside the door sighed, he was just an insignificant pawn, like the madman who could dominate Noxus inside the door, he couldn't control his own fate.

No matter what Marshal Burnham has accomplished, no matter how many kingdoms he has conquered, there will always be a shadow in Noxus that will pull the puppet thread in his hand at will, and make the supreme ruler go from the marshal of the empire to the humblest slave.

So he understood that forging a great empire was always accompanied by sacrifice and devotion, as well as the inability to face the shadows of the sun.

Noxus, who likes slaves, will not have too many death row inmates, but there will never be a shortage in the dungeon,

Because of Noxus, the last thing there is is a shortage of people.

……

In Vladimir's private estate, there is only one beautiful woman in a long black dress in the huge rose room.

Lorisa lowered her head, ostensibly sipping the manor's master's treats for her own specialties, but the smiling pale witch didn't want to laugh at all, but was a little sullen, because her call to another man had never been answered, and she was ready to put an end to her thoughts.

In the past few hundred years, she has struggled, lost, and had a long night of lonely thoughts, but her thoughts did not die with the useless Rose, but with the reborn Luo Lisa, she became more mellow and had an endless aftertaste.

It was as if the farewell of heaven and man should have made her forget all the past seasons, but her heart and body were like fermented deep wine, and the virgin body of the body became more and more delicate and lovely under the catalysis of time.

After a long wait, she knew that nothing had changed at all.

She finally understood that she could not wait any longer, the sweet man had now become a poison that hindered her progress and thinking, a poison comparable to the black light hallucinogenic powder that Mordecaesar used to manipulate her slaves in the Dark Age, and most importantly, her poison never came to her, making her more and more addictive.

Wait any longer, she will become his slave, and like Rose, she will be sent there in a lowly and lowly carriage, which is a depraved end that she cannot accept.

And this undeserved thoughts and emotions made her go crazy from time to time, and she couldn't even calm down to study her favorite forbidden books.

Therefore, she decided to take the initiative and let things go for better or worse to get a result that she wanted the most.

LeBlanc, the true master of Noxus, the founder of the Black Rose, the collaborator of Vladimir, the owner of the Crimson Order, and the witch who has mastered countless transcendent forbidden powers, wants to get the gift she wants most in her life at all costs.

This gift was the man she longed for and missed the most—Lyster Lee, the founder of the great power of the Emerald Realm.

She wants to get him, and after stripping and controlling the terrifying runic power of the man, she will use her forbidden secret method to give the man the same immortal power as her, leaving him forever in the magic castle of the immortal fortress, making him her only husband,

And the man will also say goodbye to the past and cut off all the fetters, and have only her, the perfect witch of change, the noble pale witch, who can bow her head for him to become like anyone, she knows that only in this way can she relieve the longing and reluctance in the man's heart.

Eventually, the man will join her in taking control of Noxus and Emerald Collar, who will eventually conquer the world, defeating Maudecaesar, who is ready to return to the physical realm, and ruling the entire Runeterras.

She believed that when she and her husband were truly united to each other, the alienated Noxus and Emerald Collar would become a truly unbreakable alliance.

She had already laid everything out for this great and sacred wedding, the heroine in the wedding dress happened to be smiling, waiting for her husband at the door, and the guests with blessings were also present with smiles, but the only thing missing was the most crucial, the most handsome, the most unforgettable male protagonist, her husband, her Lyist.

Waiting again and again,

Didn't come, didn't come, still didn't come.

Therefore, she was dissatisfied.

No, very dissatisfied, especially dissatisfied!

She was so dissatisfied that she had not taken the [Frost Moon Rose], a promise token given to her by the man, with her for a full seven hours, sixteen minutes and twelve seconds, but put it on the bedside table, which was an unprecedented anger.

After the man left, her favorite thing was to magically shrink the magic steel dagger, which symbolized eternal love, and clamp it to her chest, the cold willow leaf dagger would make her fiery body feel the man's indifferent tone, because she knew that she had already lost this long tug-of-war when she took the initiative to give the signal.

The damned man beat her with indifference.

Feeling the empty chest, the woman frowned a little uncomfortably, and forcibly suppressed her anger against the negative man,

The woman slowly put her beautiful smoke and water eyes on the bone cup in front of her, and I have to say that this time the melancholy senile prince was still attentive, and did not take those rags touted and admired by the old aristocracy to come to the lake to get her as a collaborator.

The barware is called "Wings of Life", and it is a tall tassel that changes color automatically with the height of the liquid.

The main body of the bone cup is taken from the pelvic bone that symbolizes the origin of life, the pelvic bone is voluntarily offered by the maiden believers selected by Vladimir, the bone cup opens its wings, the front is a holy angel, but the back is carved with a hideous demon, expressing the two sides of Vladimir's own oneness, elegant and cruel.

The wings of life are made by the great artist Vladimir himself, coupled with the white bones soaked in magical blood essence, and the special production method makes the jade-like white bone cup body appear on the bone cup according to the different liquid level heights after contacting the liquid in the cup.

The contents of the cup are [Dragon's Blood Tea] brewed with dragon's blood essence as the main ingredient, and this time Vladimir did not use any virgin red to entertain his partner, which is also the main reason why Luo Lisa is willing to take two sips to taste the taste.

The pure dragon blood essence contains powerful magical elements, and drinking it all year round can not only increase the magic affinity of the body, but also enhance the physique, so that the man dragon spirit tiger is strong.

"Luo Lisa, it seems that the magic drink I prepared this time is quite your heart?"

Vladimir, dressed in an indigo gown, holds another wing of life and sits gracefully on the other side, looking a little smug.

"Entertain me with a dragon blood essence to make tea, Vladimir, you don't look like such a generous person."

Thinking that she had to calculate the Jade Collar in order to slaughter the two-legged wyvern, Luo Lisa was a little curious about how Vladimir, who had been hiding at home and rarely went out, got this high-purity dragon blood essence.

Because of the ancient agreement between Dragon Island and the mainland human race, it is difficult to see flying dragons in the Land of Runeterra, and only Ishtar has a hidden dragon valley with mixed blood and half dragons, but unfortunately even she can't control the clone from a distance to go to another continent to find the dragon's nest.

Wagging his finger at Lorissa, Vladimir smirked.

"Everyone has their own secrets, my dear witch, will you share your secrets with me?"

Looking at Vladimir's smiling gaze, Luo Lisa picked up the wings of life and took a sip, the blood tea made the pink cherry lips look even more charming.

"First, I'm not a witch, I'm Lolisa, it's our agreement, you better not forget.

Second, don't call me dear, I can't afford to be favored by the Blood Ancestor. ”

Knowing that Luo Lisa was punning on the fact that he had made female believers into wine glasses, Vladimir smiled sincerely.

"Okay, okay, Lady Lolisa, I apologize to you, although there are no outsiders here, but it's still my fault to say the identity of a witch here, my friend, let's have a glass and write it off?"

Luo Lisa picked up the cup, touched it with Vladimir, and as soon as she took a sip, Luo Lisa listened to Vladimir.

"Although I have known the Pale Witch for more than a thousand years, I am still curious, the beautiful Pale Witch really does not like any man? I know that there are quite a few beautiful 'Lorissa' who live an enviable married life all over Noxus, and you have a lot more men than my female believers. ”

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, I think you might as well think about how to alleviate Burnham's bloodthirsty state, you should know that after the war, the nobles of the empire can no longer tolerate their great ruler being a bloodthirsty monster."

"Of course I've thought about it, in fact, I'm entertaining you this time just to tell you about it."

With a mysterious smile, Vladimir casually sprinkled the expensive dragon's blood tea on the ground.

"Only the dragon's blood can effectively suppress the backlash of blood magic, and let the great leader of Noxus do what he desires most, and after sending him away, the rest ...... How about you and I split it evenly? ”