The conference hall is brightly lit.

The dazzling magical lights and bright yellow flames intertwined on the smooth fireplace.

The busy Rather garrison soldiers either whispered or rushed through the corner of the hall.

They will handle anything that happened in Valoran's lord and report it to Svein, waiting for the final decision to deal with it.

This was their job in the Noxus Empire. Now, if it were Valoran, it would be very easy to handle.

Pushing open the thick wooden door, Modrian walked into the hall and saw that Sviin was already waiting. The guy Dryus happened to be there. The two were talking softly in front of the war sand table, fiddling with the red and white flags in the sand table from time to time.

"How is the current situation in the Stock Kingdom?"

When Modrian was stranded in the Abyss of Original Sin, he learned from the robbery that the elite legion of the Kingdom of Stoke and the Lizardman legion of the Kingdom of Beshilik frequently confronted the province of Moricho.

At that time, he had no specific understanding of the matter in Chiyan City, but just paid attention to it. I think there should be some results now.

"Lord." Svein and Dryus saluted slightly.

"Tell me, I know from the robbery, it seems that the situation is not good?" Modrian signaled that they would not have to be too polite and overlook the war sand table in front of them.

"It's not that bad, it's quite bad." Svein walked to the side of the war sand table with a black cane and pointed to Valoran's southwest direction.

The red flags almost fill that area, and occasionally there are only one or two white flags, which look a bit desolate.

"Faced with the winter plunder of Beshilik Kingdom, the great nobles of Limontanlu stopped internal chaos and joined forces to send out elite noble legions to fight the invading Lizardman legion."

"But they underestimated the military operation of Beshilik Kingdom, and the elite noble legions suffered heavy damage in the Senchon Province." Svein gently fiddled with the red flags symbolizing the Lizardman legion, along the town mountains, approaching Limontanelu.

"Even the Violet Guards who went to support were also ambushed, and now retreated to the last barrier of Limontanlu - Nuu Fortress."

Putting down the red flag, Svein turned his head and looked at Modrian, and whispered: "After the war simulation, the nobles of those kingdoms may not be able to support the arrival of the glorious festival."

"What's the situation in Morijuana Province?" Modrian asked in a deep voice.

Svein took the letter handed over by the Reiser garrison soldiers beside him, and his pupils contracted slightly: "Somewhat bad, the tragedy of Kuroki Province is happening again."

"After the Lizardman Legion and the Gnoll Legion defeated the elite noble legion, they carried out killings in Moricho Province and began to massacre humans. Many refugees flocked to the surrounding provinces."

Looking at the many red flags in the war sand table, Modrian looked solemn: "Is the Kingdom of Beshilik so powerful?"

"Yes, the kingdom of Beshilik should have dispatched elite legions this time, maybe they want more than winter plunder." Svein looked deep and looked at the western area of ​​the war sand table - the territory where the Lizardmen were located.

"What's the meaning?"

Hearing this, Modrian frowned and a bad premonition emerged in his heart.

"I have explored the contents of the armistice agreement signed by the Beshilik Kingdom and the Ailanfaluo Empire, and the lizardmen paid too much."

Svein picked up three white flags from the edge of the sand table and placed them in the jungle plain and vast ocean where the Kingdom of Beshilik belonged.

"It is not just the interests of the inland, they also give up on some of the interests of the Endless Sea."

"Combined with the main legions dispatched this time, Reiser's garrison suspected that they were trying to make up for the losses, and the Stoke Kingdom, which is now in civil strife, is the best goal."

"If possible, I feel like these lizard men would have the idea of ​​annexing the Kingdom of Stock."

Hearing Svein's words, Modrian looked gloomy and stared at the red flags spreading on the war sand table.

The Winter Plunder War in Beshilik Kingdom was a cake that was ordered by Valoran.

According to the future development formulated, the Valoran Territory will not be limited to the Renver Mountains and the Province of Silver Pine. The outside world is very big and has sufficient interests to meet the pace of territory expansion.

Most importantly, he could not give up the Kingdom of Stoke that was on his lips, which was the springboard for Valoran's collar.

"How is the handling between Timo and Kennan?"

Dryus walked to his side and whispered: "The lizardmen in the Blackwood Province are very strong in blocking and confronting each other. I have arranged for Kree to go and assist in the battle."

"These lizard men really have ideas." Modrian looked at the battle area divided between the edge of the Yinsong Province and the Kuroki Province area, and his tone was cold.

"Are there any suggestions?" Turning to Svein and Dryus, he asked.

"It should be made clear to these lizards that some things are something they cannot touch." Svein smiled slightly, and the bloody red color filled his eyes.

Extend your left hand from the hem of the black clothes, starting from the Black Wood Province, pulling out all the red flags bit by bit.

“My suggestion….”

"Turn them all out of the battlefield!"

Modrian was silent for a while, with a slightly hesitant expression on his face, his eyes were on the Gate of Sadness, and most of the main forces of the Noxus Legion gathered there to guard against the movements of the Ailan Faluo Empire.

"This requires Lord Lord to meet with Feilan for a detailed discussion. Sometimes, you can make certain profits and sacrifices." Svein said slowly when he saw Modrian's hesitation.

"As for the Temple of Wealth and Temple of Power, I think they understand the truth that the lips are dead and the teeth are cold. After all, the Kingdom of Beshilik is a country ruled by the lizardmen."

"I will visit Filand, but I can't put all the chips on the verbal promise." Modrien nodded slightly, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he remembered the betrayal of the Harriman family.

"The interests are touching, and we must be prepared for ourselves."

"Of course." Svein showed his approval, very satisfied with Modrian's current state. "I will arrange this aspect, and Valoran's leader will surely rise."

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Valoran, Rafag City, and the garrison of the government.

After handling what was at hand, Horace gently stretched his body, and a little fatigue appeared in his expression.

He missed the days of Irvingdale City, where the prosperity was far beyond the reach of Rafarge City, and it also had a colorful nightlife.

"The pearl of Valoran!"

This is the glorious title of the crown in Irvingdale City some time ago, and it also shows the extremely prosperous scene of Irvingdale City today.

"I heard that it's popular there...the liquidator performance? And the execution performance hosted by Lord Draven." Horace lay on his back on his seat, with a hint of interest on his face.

"I don't know what's different than the arena."

Dongdong! Dongdong!

The crisp knock on the door recalled Horace's distracted thoughts, frowned slightly, and said, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Governor, Lord Kevin is asking for a visit outside." The housekeeper replied outside.

"I understand, arrange for him to wait for me in the living room."

"Okay." The housekeeper stepped away.

In the room, Horace looked quite surprised. Is that guy Kevin actually visiting him? What important thing happened?

Or was there any news from the Dale family? While thinking, Horace got up to tidy up his clothes and headed to the living room.
Chapter completed!