Time flickered, and three days passed.

December 19th.

The news of the Gate of Sorrow had reached the royal capital, and it was published in the press on the same day.

"Good news! Our army defeated Noxus at the Gate of Sorrow! Victory! ”

"The demon dragon descended on Hill City, and His Royal Highness the prince slaughtered the demon dragon!"

The newsboy drove down the street with a newspaper in his hand, his bicycle on his bicycle, and shouting as he drove through the street.

He steered the bicycle with one hand and skilfully navigated the streets.

I don't know how many people attracted attention along the way.

When he parked his bike, people immediately gathered around.

"Give me one!"

"Is the battle on the border over?"

"There's even a dragon."

The people filled the newsboy's wallet in a short time.

Today's newspaper sold surprisingly fast, and it was out of stock before the morning had passed.

People walk down the street, more or less holding a newspaper, and if they don't buy it, they just get together and read it.

The whole city was talking about what was in the newspapers.

The great victory in the border battle was tantamount to a piece of good news from the previous year, and there were voices of admiration from all over the streets and alleys.

People can finally have a good year with peace of mind.

On the street, a tall, short-haired woman bought the last newspaper from the newsboy, and walked to the side to read it quietly.

She has a temperament like an orchid, with a noble and elegant atmosphere, and like an arrogant snow lotus, revealing the coldness of being unapproachable.

When she saw the contents of the newspaper, she couldn't help but smile on her beautiful face.

In the palace.

Chamber.

The news came back yesterday, but only today a group of ministers were summoned to discuss it.

"His Royal Highness Lu Qi's performance this time is also remarkable."

"His Royal Highness the Fourth secretly ambushed and led troops to raid the Gate of Sorrow, this decision seems to have been made by him."

"This time, His Royal Highness the Fourth went to the border, and the speed of quelling the rebellion on the border was also fast enough."

"The complete victory and the loss of nearly 100,000 enemy troops are also quite good in terms of the record in recent years."

The ministers had a heated discussion, and everyone was in a good mood after winning the war.

Half of the people present heard that Lu Qi went directly to the border, expressed his opposition, and asked the third generation to send someone to recover it.

Now when I heard the news from the border, I immediately felt that His Royal Highness the Second Prince had really made a correct decision to go to the border.

Tiana sat on the octagonal table, reading the report from the border in her hand, and when she saw the 'flying strategy', she couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth, which was a little helpless, and shook her head.

"This kid."

I don't know how his brain grows, where he got so many ideas.

Fighting a war and flying over the enemy's head is probably the first time in history.

It is also a bit difficult to say that this is true, and the ministers present here have tried their best to avoid talking about it.

But for some reason, people don't think it's strange to see this outrageous operation, and by whom.

Jiawen III was in a particularly good mood today, sitting on the main seat, and his aura was much more approachable.

Seeing these ministers talking about Lu Qi and Gallvin IV, as a father, how could he not be proud and proud in his heart at this moment.

The other side.

Immortal Fortress.

In Darkwell's palace, the man sitting on the throne has a natural white complexion, and black curls on his forehead, which makes his aura look even more gloomy.

His eyes were cold, and the aura of the superior was exposed, and he quietly listened to the report from the messenger below.

On the left and right, the leaders of the various great families, as well as the warlords in the army, gathered.

"Great Commander, bad news from the border. Lord Patria failed to hold the gate of grief and launched a surprise attack at night, but was surrounded and killed by the enemy, and our army totaled more than 100,000 people, none of whom survived, and the whole army was annihilated and suffered heavy losses. ”

The messenger's voice fell.

made the surrounding high-ranking people all stare.

"You say, the whole army is annihilated?"

One of them spoke, and even though he heard clearly, he asked again.

The messenger replied: "Yes, there are 108,324 of them, and none of them survived." ”

"Huh"

In the corner, there was a sneer, and the sneering man said: "More than 100,000 people, just a border city, all of them have been lost, and they are worthy of being the rookies of the Teyer family." ”

Another said: "I remember that this time I proposed to lead troops to the Gate of Sorrow, and it was Pateria who took the initiative to ask for it, right?" ”

"Now that he hasn't come back, he has sacrificed more than 100,000 soldiers of our army, should he bear this responsibility? Your Excellency, the Grand Commander. ”

Someone soon answered: "This kind of record is also a record that is enough to disgrace my Noxus in recent years, and now the defeat is dead, but someone should be responsible for what he has done." ”

"Commander, we seconded it. The losses in this battle were heavy, and someone had to bear the responsibility. ”

"The Teyer family, they can't escape the blame!"

At this time, in the palace, whether it was the opposing faction of the Teyer family or the neutral faction, after hearing the news from the border, they immediately took advantage of the topic to exert their attack power.

In any case, Patria took the initiative to lead the army this time, and its mission was supposed to be to guard the door of sorrow.

But he coveted more credit, and launched a surprise attack at night, but he was outflanked by the enemy, and the door of grief that he had finally knocked down was lost, not to mention, and he himself lost his life with 100,000 soldiers.

Such a shameful record, even in Noxus in recent decades, can be ranked at the top.

Noxus has not lost battles, and some tough and tough places will also make them suffer.

So far, there are two places that have made Noxus suffer the most.

One is Demacia, the country that is as solid as a rock, hard as a stone that cannot be broken.

The other is Ionia.

So far, the invasion of Ionia has lasted for six years, and in six years, Noxus has invested a lot of troops.

At first, people only regarded this continent as a soft persimmon, as a backward place, which could be easily handled.

However, no one expected that Ionia not only did not fall, but stood up to the present.

Now, thanks to Patria, Noxus has slammed his head on the bronze wall of Demacia.

What's more, it was Noxus that was the first to gain the advantage.

Firmly occupying the gate of grief and defending the city with hundreds of thousands of people is by no means easy to break through in a short period of time.

However, Patria's merit and initiative to send troops led to the current result.

Therefore, the serious mistakes he committed must be borne by someone.

There is no doubt that it is the Teyer family behind him.

Before this, the Teyer family was also a rich family, and Patria, as the excellent heir of this family, can be said to have poured a lot of effort into it.

Now, it is inevitable that they will be implicated by him.

A group of warlords and aristocrats who could only see the interests in front of them immediately attacked them in groups, and the stone fell into the well to the fullest.

I can't wait to bite one more piece of the fat meat of the Teyle family.

The small voices of the Teyer family were drowned out, and there was not a single splash.

At this time, Darkwell, who had been sitting quietly above and listening to the half-sound, finally moved, he sat up, and the voices on the left and right sides immediately quieted down.

Darkwell's gaze still didn't make waves, and then he spoke, "As for the mistakes made by the Gate of Sorrow of Patria, the Teyer family bears it all. I only have three days of grace for this matter, and I will see the explanation within three days. ”

Below, the people of the Teyer family knelt down in fear and replied tremblingly: "Yes, Grand Commander." ”

His face was a little desperate.

Darkwell said that he wanted to confess, but in fact, he only gave the Teyer family three days of safe time, which was equivalent to deciding the fate of the Teyer family.

Without glancing at the man again, Darkwell continued to speak slowly, "The matter of the Gate of Sorrow is on hold. On Ionia's side, is there a war situation? ”

Someone below immediately stood up and responded: "Back to the Grand Commander, the Navoli Brotherhood formed by Ionia has hidden signs of becoming an army, and more and more natives have joined it. Our army has had many clashes with it, and the results have not been satisfactory. ”

Obviously, Darkwell's concern was not here, he looked at the speaker without wavering, and asked lightly, "Have you found the fountain of immortality and the things that prolong life arbitrarily I mentioned?" ”

The man shook his head when he heard this: "According to the instructions of the Grand Commander, many people have been withdrawn from General Svein's army recently, to search for the Fountain of Immortality you mentioned, but so far, no information has come. ”

Darkwell's breathing was a little heavier, and there was a little more majesty in his unwavering eyes: "No, then continue to look for it and send more people!" ”

"Yes."

Immediately, there was an echo from below.

"That's all for today's meeting."

Darkwell seemed to stand up impatiently, turned and walked away.

Soon, he returned to his bedchamber, and his face seemed to be a little whiter than before.

He took out a medicine bottle from the closet, poured out some pills from it, threw it directly into his mouth, and swallowed it raw.

As the pills entered his abdomen, his complexion began to gradually redden, and there was a little more vitality.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

After recovering, Darkwell shook his hand angrily, and a violent force directly smashed the cabinet in front of him.

The debris flew, but he didn't feel a trace of pain.

Then he looked at his palm, and his eyes flashed with greed and obsession with this power.

In order to obtain this power, he had to pay for his life from the witch to have the strength he has today.

However, when the supreme power and great power of the throne increasingly filled Darkwell's heart, it was followed by panic caused by the lack of life.

He didn't have more than a few years to live, and he was in dire need of something that would prolong his life, make him immortal, and sit on the throne forever.

So, he followed the witch's instructions and set his sights on Ionia next door.

There, there is a fountain of immortality that can make people immortal and eternal youth, and there are other treasures that can prolong life.

However, after so many years, this group of waste, stunned, has not found anything.

Now he can only rely on this secret medicine to cover up the defects in his lifespan.

This must not be seen by those who secretly covet this position, but on days like these, Darkwell is starting to get bored.

The closer death became, the more fearful he became.

The names of people who threatened the throne flashed through his mind, and a coldness appeared in his eyes.

In this case, he can only take the initiative.

Calming his breath, Darkwell sat down at his desk and began to write an unsigned letter.

In the evening.

Demacia Frontier, Lunvol Castle.

As far as the eye can see, white houses are connected to the fortress and are located all over the hill, like a white cobweb.

This is a fortified fortified city on the border.

Lu Qi's team slowly entered through the open city gate, and the moment he returned to the territory, he had a different feeling both physically and mentally.

On the streets, more and more people noticed the troops entering the city.

They spontaneously came to the sides of the street, cheering and offering applause and weaving wreaths, feeling sincerely happy for the triumphant procession.

There were about 20,000 soldiers who returned to China with Lu Qi this time, and the remaining 20,000 were continued to be led by Jiawen IV.

They came from the border to support the border, and now that the border war has been resolved, they will naturally return to their original places.

A pair of admiring eyes fell on the leader of Lu Qi, who was dressed in bright silver armor and rode slowly on his horse, like a great general returning triumphantly.

At this moment, his tall and handsome figure left a dream in the hearts of many young children.

The procession marched through the streets like a parade, enjoying the treatment that the victors deserve.

Lu Qi's gaze fell on the crowd, and when the dark shadow in his eyes flashed, his eyes were still condensed.

Looking at the sky, it was already dark, and it would take another day to get to Tobizia, so there was no need to rush to the road.

Luki decided to spend the night in Lunvol tonight, and the main thing was that he hated the feeling of being stared at all the time.

Gotta figure figure figure it out.

In the past few days, he has always been watched by that impatient gaze, and the other party seems to be waiting for a suitable time to start.

Now, Lu Qi has identified the black shadow.

Soon, I found a place to live, and Lu Qi lived alone in a small loft, and the surroundings were very quiet and the environment was very nice.

It was about eleven o'clock in the evening that he returned to the little attic.

Sensing his footsteps, Caterina in the warm bed got up directly, used an instantaneous step, and disappeared into the room.

Leave a warm bed.

It's like a part-time worker who goes to work on time and leaves work on time.

Lying in the comfortable and warm bed, Lu Qi did not feel a trace of sleep, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, thinking about things in his head, quietly waiting for time to pass.

Outside the room, an inexplicable footstep quietly approached.

(End of chapter)