The year of the fall of the stars is 1463, the season of the scorching sun.

Immortal Fortress.

That is, the former Zhuolkod.

This thousand-year-old capital, built by the lizard man, was reborn in the hands of Valoran's leader after being burned by war.

Looking down from a distance of sky.

Countless towering buildings are like brilliant stars, standing in the lush forest again, with a rich green embellishment of deep darkness.

The gray-black stone bricks build endless walls, like dark clouds falling, and heavy momentum spreads over the surface, suppressing the soul.

The gap in the clouds is the majestic city gate. Noxus soldiers guard the city gate corridor, holding sharp blades in their hands, and looking around with cold eyes.

The eyes flew across the city walls, and the narrow and confined streets reflected in the field of vision.

Only the main road looks slightly wider and can accommodate four or five carriages passing side by side.

The two sides of the street are not usually bustling and noisy shops. Look at the eaves carefully. Under the dark light, there are dense walls covered with thick walls. The flash of blood-colored light tells the existence of the rune staff.

Looking up, almost all architectural styles tend to be solemn and thick, like military fortresses, guarding the center.

The once prosperous Zhuolkode completely lost the mark of the Lizardman, and now the only trace left...

It's Valoran's leader!

......

The scorching sun is in the sky, and the breeze blowing by with a scorching breath lingers in the blue sky.

Suddenly, the breeze was restless, like naughty naughty kids rushing to the center of the immortal fortress. Just as they touched the black wall, they seemed to be inexplicably frightened, and they all retreated and disappeared.

Above the ruins of the former Lizardman Temple, a towering fortress lies in a black body.

Slim and dull lines are engraved on the surface of the wall. Every three meters, there will be raised round stone pillars as grid points, outlining a huge magic circle that is strange but extremely neat.

On the right side of the fortress, there are stone steps surrounding it, like a maze, leading to the fortress entrance along runes.

The bright sunshine shone. After Modrian enjoyed breakfast, he stood on the windowsill, holding the white stone railings, overlooking the building complex in his view.

"Immortal Fortress, the capital of the Noxus Empire!"

"In more than a year, the stonemasons in the war have recreated this ancient city that is far older than the history of the Noxus Empire!"

Thoughts circulated, Modrian couldn't help but remember that two years ago, after Valoran successfully captured Dorkod, the seemingly powerful Beshilik Kingdom lost its most important heart and died in name only.

This is also the backwardness of the divine empowerment of the royal power!

The gods fell and the temple was destroyed. The remaining lizardman nobles could not obtain the name of righteousness at all.

Faced with the continuous and surging offensive of the Valoran territory, they retreated step by step, lost their former vast territory, and finally escaped into the vast primitive jungle, surviving in guerrilla ways.

The once plundered humans rose up before them in violent and barbaric ways.

Fate exchange?

No, the lizardman is obviously even more miserable nowadays.

They lost their great gods, their kingdom territory, their inner faith, and became a group of stray dogs, waiting silently for the arrival of their final destiny.

For Valoran and Modrian, after occupying the vast majority of the territory of the Beshilik Kingdom.

The Laxtak Fortress, which stands in the Renver Mountains, is no longer suitable for becoming the political and military center of Valoran.

Whether it is the Ailanfalu Empire and the Temple of Ice and Snow in the north, or the Grand Duchy of Tambefsha and the Temple of Wealth adjacent to the east, the power it possesses can completely ignore the Renver Mountains raging by the cold wind.

Putting aside certain factors, when necessary, the above two parties can raid the Laxtack Fortress in an extremely relaxed state.

This does not meet the requirements of Valoran's political and military centers.

Even though this fortress played a very important role in the rise of the Valoran Territory, people must always learn to make choices after growing up.

Finally, after internal discussion, Modrian had to give up the Lakstack Fortress and re-select the site.

Just so happened that Zhuolkod, who had just been burned by war, entered his sight.

The flourishing forests, empty areas after the baptism of war, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and new substitutions of rights are the most perfect choice in the eyes of Modrian and Svein.

In the following time, under Modrian's order, a quiet relocation began.

The Iron Glass City underground in Laxtak Fortress was also included in the plan, and it is an extremely important part.

In fact, looking back at the past of Valoran Territory, we can find that the glory of Hex Technology is no less than the extraordinary system owned by Valoran Territory itself.

The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, and the machinery is eternal!

Whether it is Piltwolf or Zuan.

These two cities standing on the Rune Continent are deeply imprinted with the imprint of Hex Technology and have a certain impact on the continent.

Modrian claimed that he had valued Hex Technology very much.

But in the past two years, Hex Technology has radiated and promoted all aspects of Valoran Territory, and the impact is far beyond his imagination.

Bang!

Modrian turned on the glass lamp in the study, and a slight current suddenly appeared, and a blazing light slowly illuminated the dim room.

As soon as he sat on the soft leather chair, he saw two blood-colored letters placed on the desk, one covered with a double-edged axe postmark and the other covered with a silver snake and a scimitar postmark.

Modrian squinted his eyes gently, and the letters of different colors, inside Valoran's head, represented the priority of the matter.

Bloody letter paper is already the second level, which means that the information recorded in it is very important. Therefore, these two bloody letter papers are placed on the top of the desk.

Modrian opened the bloody letter stamped with a double-edged axe in his hand, trying to see what was stumping Dryus.

"Well, encircle the remnants of the lizardmen... the jungle... the Yodels..."

With the victory of Dorkod, Bechlik Kingdom became a past tense.

However, the remaining lizard-men were like a piece of stubborn moss, which still caused a lot of trouble to Valoran. Sometimes they attacked the passing caravans and sometimes they swear to attack the towns to the death.

After all, the lizardman once occupied the dense jungle under his feet for nearly a thousand years. To completely eliminate it, bloody means from the inside out are needed.

In this regard, the Noxus Legion is perfect for clearing out this group of stubborn people.

They are more barbaric than savage, they are more bloodthirsty than bloodthirsty, and the Noxus are even more terrifying than vengeance.

But when it was actually executed, the Noxus Legion encountered a lot of trouble.

The vast territory, complex environment, and the lizardman warriors wandering in the rocky mountains made the stonemasons who fell out of the war and were exhausted and were delayed.

If it is normal, Dryus is happy to train his Noxus soldiers, but the situation on the continent of Kaladimos made his consciousness unable to be delayed.

So he left behind his so-called pride and directly asked Modrian in the letter to send the Yodels to assist in the war.

"This guy..." Modrian put down the letter, smiling at the corner of his eyes, as if he imagined the interesting expression of Drayus when he wrote the letter. "That's right, the situation on the mainland is becoming more and more chaotic. It's time to completely cleanse the lizardman's stubborn disease."

He strongly agreed with Dreyus's point of view in the letter. Some time ago, Svein and Reiser's garrison also put forward similar ideas, and it was even more bloody and thorough.

"Jiha, go and notify Timo that the main ship scout team will be active." Modrian said again as if he had thought of something.

"Wait, there are Tristana and Tuqi, who will take Shanghai KS Technology's 'new product' to help the Noxus Legion eliminate the Lizardman."

"Yes, Lord Lord!" Jie appeared in the corner of the study and replied softly.

Hearing the sound, Modrian turned his head and looked at the figure gradually disappearing into the shadows, and said softly: "Shadow flow also moves, some blood is dyed on the dagger, and warm up in advance."

Buzz!

In the shadow, a red color flashed like a sleeping dark beast, opening its violent eyes.

Modrian shook his head gently. During the two years of silence, at the beginning, Shadow Flow had the opportunity to fight with the intruders, but the further he went, the less chance he could, and even in the future, he almost became a pure intelligence agency.

Most importantly, he smelled an unusual breath, which originated from the legendary whim.

Recently, the frequent offensives of the bottomless abyss have made the situation in the Kaladimos continent increasingly chaotic. The Valoran leader is also under pressure from many abyss legions. It seems that something important is about to happen.

At the same time, the fierce counterattack of the gods of Order also allowed Modrian to truly see the horror of those great beings, which was far beyond the reach of the evil gods of the abyss.

The power of ignorant and pure faith turns into a strong barrier of light to prevent the pace of the abyss.

Modrian suppressed his inner thoughts, his eyes fell to another bloody letter, looking at the eye-catching and special postmark.

The silver giant snake surrounds the sharp scimitar!
Chapter completed!