In 1459 of the Star Fall, the glorious festival ended in a bustling and noisy sound, leaving behind a scene after the carnival!.

Most ordinary people in the north of the kingdom returned to their busy state as before, struggling in the fiery furnace of life for the families behind them and for more decent days.

Compared with the hard life of the people at the bottom, many small and medium-sized nobles began to run around different elegant residences in the city of Edalas, praying to obtain some residual information from the so-called top aristocratic forces.

Some of them have chosen their subordinate forces early, but most are still waiting and watching.

In the surging water, no one could see the specific situation clearly. The most important thing was that the old king was still suffering and still had not fallen, which gave uncertainty about things.

Now the forces who choose to stand are basically palace nobles, as well as a few meritorious nobles who have some noble heralds engraved with their own decrees. Under the pressure of destruction like a dark cloud, they had no choice but to do so.

These changes that belonged to the upper class, but they began to subtly influence the people at the bottom. Even the city of Edalas, the brightest pearl in Silversong Province, was deeply affected by the surging undercurrents.

Many well-informed traders began to sell supplies on a large scale. Safe economic transactions were the first factor they considered, and the chaos was the least popular area for merchants. The golden shield and life, and the smooth merchants had already made a decision.

Of course, some merchants who want to make money in war are not like this. War and wealth, life and interests are their ultimate pursuit.

In addition to these changes, many wandering mercenaries and mercenaries with sufficient reputations poured into the city of Edalas, either because of the visible opportunity to make achievements or the will of the nobles behind them.

In short, the city of Edalas in peace is surging, and the darkness under the light spreads in the corners.

Not only the city of Edalas, but also the gates of grief in the kingdom's war barriers, and the city of Lanvasur (the Jeffrey family residence) standing in the northeast are all more or less scattered with a breath of chaos.

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The Lunver Mountains, Laxtak Fortress.

The crimson dawn shines among the peaks, and the footsteps of winter have not yet left, reflecting the cold places, rendering a light ink-like watercolor painting.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

A low growl echoed in the sky with a faint slight pressure. An elite team of silver-gray dragon birds hovered over the fortress, spreading wings covering the rising red sun, sharp minions tearing open the crimson halo, and their slender body scattered across the peaks and mountains.

[Demacia Dragon Bird: Demacia Dragon Bird is the most ferocious predator. They mainly live among towering cliffs, with the cold wind. Despite this, in extremely rare cases, some heroic people can become close partners with these creatures and become a dragon bird knight.]

[The Demacia Dragon Bird Knight serves in the Demacia Empire Legion, plays the role of reconnaissance of enemy situations and disrupts enemy lines. It is an extremely elite team.]

The Demacia Dragon Bird Knight, wearing a dragon bird wing-like armor made of Demacia steel, sat upright on the back of the dragon bird, and his cold eyes scanned the roads in the mountains. The dark blue cloak pulled out a brilliant color.

At the same time, the forest of the Renwall Mountains was filled with patrol squads composed of Noxus Expeditionary Cavalry and Noxus Blood Cavalry. They guarded all over the mountains and were wary of any spyers entering the fortress.

"Lord, you guys are all here." Outside the quiet study room, Crane gently knocked on the door and said.

"knew!"

Modrian stood in front of the bronze mirror and stared at himself in the mirror. His golden hair was spread out on his shoulders when he was deliberately long, revealing wildness like a lion's mane. His dark pupils were flashing red, and his fair face was full of solemnity.

A white folded shirt, a pure black vest, paired with loose gray pants, just rightly covers the twisted muscles, and a refreshing and good temperament comes over it, but it is already completely different from what I remember.

Turning his head slightly, Modrian looked at the giant gray building standing in the middle of the Laxtak Fortress in his view. The red-bottomed double-edged axe Noxus flag fluttered high on the left and right sides of the building. The wide road built by flat rocks passed through the illusory air and led to the Duower Fort on the other side.

At this moment, a team of dragon lizards was walking on the construction road carrying a steel cart full of cargo, with Noxus Empire cavalry escorting forward.

"Koxtora!" Modrian read the name of the building lightly. The changes brought by this portal of the Noxus Empire to Valoran's territory were visible to the naked eye.

The development speed of the towns of Laxtak Fortress relies on Fort Dower and Irvingdale was exerted to the extreme. Whether it was the shortening of the distance or the saving of material and manpower, Modrian was secretly amazed.

Modrian re-dressed his clothes, left the study and headed to the palace hall of the Fortress Laxtak.

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The once dilapidated palace hall recreates the majestic glory of the Ice and Dwarf era. The corpses piled up everywhere were completely cleared. The dark gray floor was being laid out. More than a dozen thick stone pillars carved with mysterious patterns supported the towering dome, and dazzling magic lights fell.

The paths on both sides of the left and right have been completely cleaned up, and the walls have been opened, directly connecting to the inner hall behind.

The metallic steel throne stands on the steps, and the blood-colored Noxus cavalry wearing crimson armor on both sides are neatly arranged in guarding the throne, with red and black cavalry tilted to the sky, and under the thick armor are cold and ruthless eyes.

At this moment, there were already many people sitting on the seats on both sides of the palace. On the left were the heroes of the Noxus Empire led by Dryus, including the Furious Knight Krel, the Undead God of War Sion, and the middle-level generals who performed extremely well, Gregory and Worthman.

On the right is the kind and orderly Valoran hero. Poppy is the first one, the second one is Demacia Wings Quinn, followed by the swift scout Timo and the drunken barrel Gulagas.

As for the Lord of Shadowflow, Jiao stood quietly on the left hand side of the Iron Throne, with his hands hanging down, and slightly closed his eyes to rest.

Da da! Da da! Da da! Da da!

The crisp and powerful footsteps echoed in the palace, and Modrian strolled onto the Iron Throne, staring at the heroes in the hall, and a quiet atmosphere came.

"Lord, these are some things that have happened recently and the planned tasks for the next two months." Klan, who followed Modrian silently, took out a notepad full of text from his arms and said softly.

Modrian took the notepad, and while browsing carefully, he knocked on the left handrail of the Iron Kingdom with his left hand. Soon, he returned the notepad to Crane.

"The undercurrent is about to sweep. You can reserve some materials in advance. When self-cultivated farms can be self-sufficient, try to buy some materials that are lacking."

"In terms of guards, how about the arrangements completed?" Modrian asked, looking at Gregory, who was sitting on the last place with his left hand.

"A group of mercenaries have been recruited, but unfortunately the results are not satisfactory. They are lazy and cannot adapt to Noxus-style training now." Gregory said out of the list.

"But don't worry, sir, they will soon be loyal to Valoran!"
Chapter completed!