The towering blue city walls sleep like giant beasts, and the continuous drizzle covers the night view, endless.

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!

In the bedroom of the main fortress of Duower, the golden magic lamp in the empty sky shone brightly, and the pure white quill rubbed against the papers, making a slight rustling sound.

The breeze blows and the shadows flash.

Modrian felt something, put down the quill in his hand and looked to the right side of the desk. Jie's figure had already stood, hiding in the shadow, and drooping his hands respectfully.

"How does it feel?" Modrian said, not asking if things were successful.

In his opinion, just the peeper and the power of the Oak Tavern could not stop Yingliu's raid. Perhaps there was no qualification to be an enemy, and it could only be considered a simple killing.

“Very weak.”

A low and hoarse voice sounded, his tone was full of coldness, and he could not see the emotion of disaster.

Modrian smiled when he heard this, stood up, walked to the balcony of his bedroom, and quietly looked at the Duowo Fort, which belonged to his own territory, the fertile farm and the expanded barracks had already occupied halfway up the mountain, with almost no extra land left.

The bluestone road connecting all directions can be seen galloping on horseback everywhere. The dark figures break through the drizzle, and the calm momentum shows the elite.

Turning his head slightly, Modrian stared at the left area of ​​the Duower Fort. He used all the self-cultivated farm cards he had just obtained, and the emerald green rice was dotted with the desolate mountainside, waiting for the autumn harvest.

"There will be enemies with enough weight, and the glory of the shadow stream will bloom again here." Modrian stretched out his hands and poked out outside the balcony, feeling the cold rain falling.

It is time to complete the system's tasks. The burnout body longs for unknown challenges, rather than staying in the library, staying in the territory, and enjoying the luxury of the nobles.

With the arrival of dawn, an orange-red light tear through the gloomy gray sky, reflecting the drizzle, revealing a psychedelic color.

"Sir Modrian, breakfast is ready." Outside the bedroom door, Cran's voice came.

At the dining table, Modrian tasted the familiar breakfast, vegetable soup, white bread with wild boar jerky.

Although he could not compare to the exquisiteness and deliciousness of Harryman Castle food, he still had a great time eating. During this time he left, he felt that he missed everything in the Duower Castle. Only here can he feel at ease and familiarity.

"How is the exploration of the fine iron ore veins?" Modrian picked up the clean napkin next to the dining table and wiped his mouth, asking casually.

If nothing unexpected happens, this newly excavated fine iron vein will become an important source of economic development for the development of the Worth Fort.

This is no less than the golden shield he has stored now, and even in the long run, it is far beyond the meaning of the golden shield.

Fine iron ore represents weapons and equipment. For Modrian, because of the existence of the system, he looked down on ordinary equipment made of fine iron ore.

However, for some nobles and local forces, fine iron ore is very attractive, otherwise there would not be so many people who hoped that Modrian would die on his way back.

Now, he will take good care of this fine iron ore vein and use it to open up the situation in the Stoke Kingdom. It is more likely that the future territory construction will be implemented.

Cran habitually opened the notepad he carried with him, found the records from the dense texts, and said, "The vein of the fine iron ore is in good condition. According to experience, the ore content is very high."

"But yesterday, news came that the Noxus soldiers in charge of guarding the mine veins found a passage inside, which might lead to Laxtak Fortress."

Modrian's movement of wiping his mouth slightly stopped and then returned to normal. He was thinking about how to complete the tasks issued by the system, but he didn't expect that when he was sleepy, he would have a pillow.

"No," Modrian said appreciatingly, and asked Cran about another thing. "Are you all here?"

"Everything has arrived, waiting for the master in the meeting hall." Cran put away the notepad and said respectfully.

"Well, let's go down."

Modrian walked down the stairs and came to the meeting hall of the main fort. There were many people sitting at the small square table. Today's internal meeting was notified in advance before he came back.

Perhaps he began to adapt to his role as a lord, and some things began to be arranged early instead of making decisions temporarily.

As before, on the left side of the square table were Dryus, Sain and Worthman in turn.

However, a little change occurred on the right side. Cran stopped sitting and stood quietly on Modrian's left, spreading his notepad in his hand, preparing to record some meeting content.

Therefore, there were only two people sitting on the right, Gregory and Poppy.

However, everyone did not care about this, but instead looked at Modrian's right hand, as if the disaster was hidden in the shadow.

The strange and familiar feeling mixed with some mysterious aura made the robber stand there, appearing and in a trance, as if completely hidden in Modrian's shadow.

Looking closely, it brings a feeling of terror that swallows everything.

Face the shadows and face death.

Next, except for Dryus, Sain and Poppy, the rest of the people dare not look at Jie anymore, familiarity, just because they also come from Valoran, and the class gap exists like a vast valley.

"You should be very familiar with this, Lord of Shadowflow." Modrian turned his head slightly, looked at Dryus and the others and said.

According to some information we know, although Dryus and Sain did not participate in the war invading Ionia, it did not prevent them from knowing the reputation of the disaster.

After all, it represents the future of the shadow stream, Kaiyinke comes from the Noxus Empire.

"I know his name, a very strong ninja!" Poppy said excitedly, with an interesting look in her purple eyes. Well, for her, there is another hero that can be challenged.

As for Dryus and Sain, they nodded slightly to the robbery hidden in the shadows, without showing too much.

In fact, from the current scenes, we can see some future situations. As Modrian's heroes become more and more, various small groups will appear based on their own forces or their close relationships.

But now, the Noxus Empire still dominated.

There are not many ways to do this. Who has let the many heroes, arms and buildings given to the system in the early stage come from the Noxus Empire.

"Today's conference theme is Lakstack Fortress..." Modrian looked at the people around him and said word by word.
Chapter completed!