How many doppelgangers I have, in fact, I don't know.

However, isn't exploring the unknown also a mood?

- LeBlanc

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The Immortal Fortress, the symbol of the glory of Noxus, the huge black castle that stood 1,200 feet tall towered before Aslan's eyes at this moment.

The fortress seems to have been carved out of the entire mountain, and the iron-black stone is also made of local materials, and these obsidian stones are combined with the hideous spikes on the walls, giving the style a gloomy and solemn appearance; It gives people a full sense of oppression.

Aslan walked a thousand steps and followed his major up the aisle covered with various reliefs, and then came to the main hall of the castle, which was built on the top of the fortress, and the huge black rock protruded outwards like a sharp triangular section, and stood in the sharpest position overlooking the whole of Noxus.

Walk through the square and spiral up the stone staircase next to the main hall where the Noxian Military Council is located, where the Black Hall, the mansion of Darkville, has been the residence of successive Grand Commanders.

The major who led him the way stood outside the door of the Black Hall, saluted the guards at the door, handed the letterhead in his hand, and pointed at Aslan.

"This is Aslan."

Aslan smiled and nodded to the guards standing in the doorway of the Black Hall.

"Wait here." The guards in blood-colored armor standing at the doorway glanced at Aslan and walked in indifferently.

These blood-clad warriors were not the Trefali Warband, but elite Assassins trained by Du Kekao himself, and as the head of internal affairs, he controlled the vast majority of Noxus' current intelligence agencies.

The Scarlet Elite's attitude towards Aslan was not very respectful, nor was it cold, and his tone was full of business.

Aslan stood quietly at the door waiting, his expression calm.

And in the Black Room, someone was already sitting in the conference room.

Several chairs were set up in front of the oval conference table, with Burnham Darkwell sitting in the main seat, and to his left hand was Du Kekao, and opposite Dukkao sat Svein.

Although he was deposed for a while, he returned to the position of Noxus military chief of staff because of a little "small" assistance from Darius.

To Svein's right sat Darius, who was boredly counting the protruding spikes on his armguards, not paying any attention to the gaze of Tribune O'Baine, who sat across from him.

To the right of Duke Kao sat an unusually burly man, his Overseer Andari, the Southern Resor garrison, dressed in heavy armor and covered in blood-colored tattoos on his bald head.

Behind Du Kao stood Tyrone, hiding his gaze under his hood as he stared at Draven, who was standing at him and winking at him, the silver blade of his fingertips flicking back and forth a few times.

If necessary, he felt that he could shut up the coquettish mustachioed guy in three seconds, and then he would not be able to make such a provocative gesture and expression.

There were still a few empty chairs at the table, and it was clear that there were still no one present.

"Let's start the meeting, my general." Darkwell spoke, his voice a little hoarse

Du Kao did not answer directly, but turned his gaze to everyone present.

"There's a decision—" he hesitated for a second, "and I think it's going to take a vote by raising your hands." ”

"Who are you going to hit again? Demacia or Freljord, or Ionia? Andari spoke in a gruff tone, he was not a Southerner although he was an Overseer of the South, but he was a descendant of Darkwell.

"I don't think we need to worry too much about the issue of war, we have to decide on another matter." Duke Kao knocked on the table, and Tyrone, who was standing behind him, placed Aslan's portrait and a series of genealogies about the Darkwell family on the table.

Everyone in the room turned their gaze to Darkwell, their eyes searching.

Darkwell stood up.

"Knock knock~"

The Scarlet Elite walked in with Aslan's letterhead, then respectfully handed it to the chamberlain, who examined it before handing it to Darkwell.

Aslan stood alone in the huge square, his expression indifferent, his gaze resting on the spiky walls of the tall and majestic black fortress, ignoring the gazes of the guards looking at him, and waited from noon until the sun drooped, without changing his posture.

Three hours later, Tyrone walked out of the Black Room and led him into Darkwell's room.

Aslan walked very slowly, coordinating his breathing with each step, stabilizing his state, thinking about what he should say and what attitude to use.

He had been communicating with Lisandro for the first few hours, after all, he was about to face the first extremely severe test of crossing into this world.

If there is danger, he will freeze himself as soon as possible, Lisan Zhuo has also built a spell, and the frozen time is enough to transfer the soul, as long as the soul does not disappear, you can also use the spell to cast a body, although the process required is very long, but it is not impossible.

Standing at the door of the room, no less than ten blood-colored elites looked straight at him, all of them pressed their hands on the place where they could draw their weapons as quickly as possible, as if as long as he had the slightest misconduct, he would usher in a thunderous blow from everyone.

"Guard, let my little Aslan come in quickly."

Darkwell's voice came out of the room at the right time, and his words caused several people sitting in the room to turn their heads.

Aslan walked into the room, not squinting, first at the conference room, then looking up at Darkwell's face.

Even though the meeting room was heavy, it was the commander in his sixties who showed signs of aging that was the key to today's visit.

The Grand Commander of Noxus looked well-maintained, his blonde hair was well groomed, the crown on his head and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth showed full dominance and majesty, however, he was not wearing a formal suit today, and he looked very casual.

"Ankaria Aslan see the commander, may you live a long and healthy life, and the glory of Noxus will live on because of you."

Aslan walked in front of Darkwill, then leaned over and saluted, scanning everyone in the room as fast as he could, seeing a few empty chairs and a few familiar faces.

However, the etiquette he performed was not a polite greeting between nobles, but a respectful demeanor that should be expected when meeting elders.

Darkwell was also looking at Aslan, looking at his sister's son, who he had held when he was a child, but with Ancaria's death, the relationship seemed to be estranged, and if it weren't for his wife Annones mentioning it, he would have forgotten that his sister still had this son.

He was good-looking, his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to his sister's, and his manners were not bad, and it seemed that Madame Lestana had taught him well, and Du Kecao seemed to have done a good thing.

"Ankaria?" Andali suddenly stood up from his seat.

"Yes, General, he is Ankaria's son."

Darkwell looked at Aslan and nodded, very pleased with his respectful attitude.

He stopped Andali, who was still looking happy and wanted to say something more, and turned his head to Aslan, "I heard that you went to Freljord and came back, and then solved the problem that has plagued your dreams for years?" ”

"Thank you for your concern! Dear Commander! This trip to Freljord was very fruitful; I've found a gift for you. ”

Aslan's words were respectful and cautious, and he spoke slowly.