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If it was just that the battle was tight and the enemy stopped him, Sain would have nothing to say.

He came here to conquer other nations, although it was true that they would be tied together. But blood is unavoidable in the process. The murderer is always killed. His soldiers died in the war, and even if he himself died in the war, Sain would not complain at all.

There were two things that really upset him.

First, the soldiers who fought against them had little or no trace of training. Not to mention their rough formations, the equipment alone is enough to upset Shane. What kind of general and what kind of kingdom would let its soldiers wear leather armor with holes on the battlefield? Their weapons are rusted, and someone is still holding a pitchfork!

What kind of country is this?

His right hand rested on the armrest of the Iron Throne, tapping his fingers against the steel crown that replaced his chin. The hollow sound echoed in the tent, and the blood on his body gradually dried up, but the fishy smell remained.

Second - why did something go wrong with the immortal fortress after they set off?

The original plan was simple, and Thane would not stop. After he broke the walls of the great capital of Demacia, he planned to go all the way south, until he conquered all the countries he saw along the way, and brought them all into the territory of Noxus. Unfortunately, it was strongly opposed by Swain. He did not think that the logistics could keep up with Sean's footsteps.

Moreover, their current military strength is not enough to maintain the stability of so many countries. If something goes wrong, who will be responsible for the casualties of civilians?

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Thane agreed with him, so he slowed down, the first country he had attacked since his departure from Demacia. Tight wars are common, and if there is a problem with the immortal fortress, it is not common.

disease.

He narrowed his eyes and decided to stop thinking. This wasn't something he was good at. Besides, he didn't think he could figure out what happened to the immortal fortress from such a distance. The specific situation still has to wait for the spies to report back.

Thinking of this, Sean sighed. He must admit that at this juncture, he misses the mage very much.

The portal... The five-meter-tall giant snorted and got up and walked out of the tent. He is going to clean his body, and hygiene is basically one of the top priorities in the military. As a general, he naturally has to take it more seriously.

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Immortal fortress.

The former imperial palace, now the government council, is on the third floor.

Swain used to have only gray temples, but now his hair is more than half gray. The Noxian commander sat in his modest room, dealing with one order after another of government affairs. Most of them are just complicated trade orders, and those really important things have already been dealt with by him, and they will not be left for the night.

He works from morning to night, taking only a short break of four hours a day. Even so, there are still many backlogs of government affairs that he has to distribute to new officials who have just taken office.

A kerosene lamp was lit in front of him. In fact, Noxus has electric lights imported from Piltover. But Swain didn't have the slightest intention to use it. His order was to supply all electric lights to places like hospitals and wards. As for his own eyesight, it was not considered.

With a creak, the door was pushed open. Swain's nose moved, and he smelled a strong smell of disinfectant. He sighed, stood up, and turned his head to see Kronos.

He was not wearing armor, his face was not very good-looking, his hair was wet, and the water was still wet.

"How's it going?" Swain asked briefly.

"It's worse, I killed another 41 people today. They completely lost consciousness and became lunatic." Kronos' face looked a little terrifying under the light of the kerosene lamp. "And we still don't know what exactly is causing the disease to spread."

Hearing this, Swain rubbed his eyebrows: "I have issued a bounty to the world... for doctors or various spellcasters,

The closest one is from Ionia, and he should arrive at the Immortal Fortress in half a month. "

"Ionia? I remember the aggression against them not long after."

"indeed so."

Swain did not shy away from this question - shy away from what? The man who repelled the Noxian attack was standing opposite him.

"Ionia is very ancient, and there are many capable and different people. But there is only one young man who accepts this reward. He said that he is from Shuoji Temple. Walking by water, half a month... I really hope he It's coming tomorrow, and there had better be a solution."

Swain rarely said so much at once. He pulled the chair in front of him tiredly and sat down, no longer caring about etiquette: "Tell me about your findings, Kronos."

"Nothing to say, just the same. Physiologically they are perfectly normal, no changes in their bodies, strength and agility have even been enhanced. But sanity...they don't even have the most basic appetite. Forget that, there is no longer a desire as a life instinct, but a madness to attack all people who are not like them."

Cronos pursed his mouth tightly, and he sighed heavily: "...Even I have never seen such a thing."

"The guess you made with me last time—" Swain frowned, trying not to say the name. "—that, thing. Do you think it could be hers?"

"If it were her, Noxus would be in ruins by now."

Having said this, Kronos calmed down instead: "What about the group of scholars you hired? Did they discover anything in history?"

"Still investigating, just reported to me two days ago. Seventy years ago there was a similar outbreak of the disease, but not in Immortal Fortress, but in Piltover. At that time, the place was just being built. …”

"This may be the way to break the game." Kronos' brain was racing. "You should have told me about this sooner."

Swain turned his hand to pick up a document and looked at it, even if the two exchanged information on a daily basis, he was unwilling to let go of his work: "Piltover and Noxus are half an hour apart. A continent and an ocean, the whole family of the soldier who was initially found to have the disease was a Noxian and never left here, I think it's just a historical coincidence."

"There is no such coincidence in the world, when two things happen to happen together and have something in common, you have to look at them in connection."

Kronos said with all seriousness: "This is my advice, Swain. You'd better remember that, and now, talk to me about those scholars again."