Under the dim night sky, the raging fire in Whitley Manor continued to burn, and the air gradually filled with the deteriorating smell of meat, mixed with a slight rust-like odor of blood.

Near the bulging hills, a girl in a black magic robe stood quietly, staring at the purgatory scene in front of her. The dark red ribbons wrapped around her lower abdomen and long blonde hair in the shawl fluttered in the winter wind.

Baron Emosen approached carefully from the night, and he looked up and nodded at the Iron Bramble Cavalry guarding around him, then bowed and said, "Miss Angela, everyone has been executed!"

The cold wind blows, the atmosphere is silent, and occasionally the burning sound of fire not far away will approach quietly.

The blonde girl turned her body slightly, and a layer of gauze covered her face. Her exposed blue eyes were as dazzling as emerald, and she had a magic power that could see through people's hearts.

"Good job, Uncle Emosen!"

"Thank you Miss Angela for your compliment. This is what I should have done." Baron Emosen lowered his head and looked at the green grass, not daring to move at all.

"Then please trouble Uncle Emosen to deal with this place, and don't leave any evidence. I don't want the old guys in the noble council to make things happen to the castle of Lanvasur." Angela stroked her dancing blonde hair, and her gentle voice had an undeniable tone of order.

The noble parliament was originally a free parliament composed of a group of great nobles in the age of the gods to protect their own power and interests from being eroded by many temples.

After countless years of development, the noble council has become a giant. Even the Geoffrey family, as the hereditary duke of the Stoke Kingdom, cannot escape the constraints of the noble council. If the slaughter tonight is found by the noble council, it will inevitably cause trouble for a long time.

"Okay, Miss Angela!" Baron Emosen nodded quickly and then bowed and left.

“The view tonight is beautiful, I hope the town of Irvingdale will not be too bad!”

Angela turned back and faced the burning Whitley Manor. The increasingly burning flames reflected in her crystal blue eyes, as if she remembered something, and showed a funny smile.

"Modrian Perris, I didn't expect that you had a good acting skills in Perris Castle, and you actually deceived so many people, including me."

"I'm looking forward to this meeting, how will the once mediocre people struggle in the face of fate?"

The next day, a bloody incident outside the city of Rafag was discovered by a passing caravan. The city guards dispatched urgently blocked the Whitley Manor that had been turned into ashes and did not allow anyone to approach.

Even with the suppression of the nobles of Rafag City, this news still cannot be stopped, following the first snow after the winter season, drifting towards the entire northern cold domain.

Ordinary civilians and merchants may not know it, but the upper nobles found a trace of unusual smell, as if there was a faint haze covering the northern part of the kingdom, which could not be seen clearly or understood, but it was so precise that it strangled everyone's throat, making people breathless.

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The ice and snow are just falling, and white snowflakes are falling, filling the hills, carrying some magnificent fantasy snow scenes.

After enjoying breakfast, Modrian came to the council hall on the first floor and found that Dryus and Sain were waiting early. After seeing Modrian, he stood up and bent down to salute.

"Dryus, is there something going on?" Modrian sat upright in the main seat, turned his head and looked at Dryus on his left hand and asked.

"Late last night, the war stonemason found enemy traces twenty miles away from the town of Irvingdale. It is expected to arrive at the foot of the Duower Fort tomorrow afternoon." Drayus nodded slightly, with a hint of murderous intent in his cold words.

"Did the Jeffrey family just want to regain their reputation? Lord Whitley's resentful soul has not yet dissipated." Mordrian frowned, not expecting the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion to come so quickly. He gently tapped the table with his right hand and looked up at Dryus and Sain.

“As per the planned plan, it’s time to let the flag of the Noxus Empire fly high!”

"Yes, Lord Modrian." Drius and Sion responded, with a subtle sense of excitement in their tone. War and killing were deeply engraved in the blood of every Noxusian.

Modrian is very self-aware of himself, and professional matters should be left to professionals. Whether it is Dryus, or Sain, they were once the commander-general of the Noxus Empire. If you hand over this confrontation to them, you will definitely not be wrong.

"Are all the supplies ready?" Modrian asked, looking at Crane, who was second on his right hand.

"It's all ready, but..." Crane flipped the notebook in front of her, which was filled with many things. In the end, he showed hesitation and raised his own concerns.

"But Dow Fort's finances may be supported by less than a month, according to the supply of war materials."

Modrian nodded slightly. For the funds-scarce Duower, there is only one result in this battle, that is, victory, which can win a broader living space in the future.

"Please keep going, victory will eventually belong to us."

The morning light ended and everyone dispersed. Modrian looked at the white snowflakes falling outside and walked out of the conference hall confidently.

After seeing Modrian, the soldiers of the Choifali Legion who were in charge of the security of the main fort saw Modrian, they placed their left hand on their chest and saluted. (The heavy armor is integrated with the chest and waist, and basically cannot bend down)

Nodded slightly, Modrian stood on the stairs of the main fort, feeling the cool feeling of snowflakes falling. The Duower Fort in his sight is no longer as cold as before. Noxus soldiers walking around everywhere, with a faint smell of prosperity.

These are all caused by the temporary tasks issued by the system shortly after Lambert left that day, and are also the source of the current financial problems of Fort Duower.

[Temporary Mission: Destiny of War!]

【Task Reward: Random Arms Card*5】

[Task introduction: The horn of war has been sounded, and the force of the Noxus Empire will be demonstrated. Listen! The sound of beating war drums will drown out the enemy's wail, and blood and bones will pave the road to glory of Noxus.]

The world where the strong prey on the weak is so indifferent and ruthless that Modrian has no choice and no choice.

In order to ensure the victory of this war, [Noxus Empire Cavalry*300], [War Stonemaster*10], [Cuefali Legion Soldier*10], all the arms cards are summoned and used!

The strength of the Noxus Empire did not disappoint Modrian, especially the soldiers of the Choi Falli Legion, who are worthy of being the best and most loyal soldiers of the Noxus Empire. Everyone's strength has reached the peak of the knights, and some of them are even more powerful than Gregory.

"The war has begun!" Modrian stretched out his right hand and gently caught the falling snowflakes, and slowly melted under the temperature of his palm.
Chapter completed!