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One hundred and nineteen. Burning of Piltover (3)

Within the Noxian military, there are many offices. The country has a relatively loose administrative system, and many legions are scattered around the world. However, only one legion has the rank of 'instructor'.

And only it can have.

With a sense of deep awe, Galen looked up at the man in front of him. In all fairness, Galen's figure was already considered terrifyingly burly, but compared to Kronos, he was almost like a thin, ordinary person.

"Don't underestimate yourself, we all have seen your promotion speed... Did you rescue those children?"

Kronos took off his helm, and the three gold studs on his forehead reflected the tiny light in the air. His stern face made the children exclaim in unison—they thought that this giant looked like this, but they didn't expect that there was a person inside!

"Yes, instructor."

Galen flicked the giant sword and pulled out a beautiful sword flower. He explained a little dullly: "The children in the orphanage...the dean escaped and left them behind."

"You cannot demand unconditional goodwill from others."

Kronos nodded slightly, and hung the long-stop chainsword back on his belt. He squatted down, carefully observed the miserable private soldiers, and shared his insights with Galen.

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"These people come very quickly," he said. "Obviously they have been prepared for a long time. It seems that these so-called 'families' in Piltover have decided to join forces with their council."

Galen frowned.

As the eldest son of the Crownguard, he had seen a wide range of eyes, so he knew exactly what the Piltover family was like.

With its geographical advantages, the city has accumulated unimaginable wealth over the past few hundred years, but this wealth is not equally available to everyone. On the contrary, the poor get poorer and the rich get richer.

The family is such a product—they are nobles, they are merchants, they are the hidden laws of the city, and they are the holders of wealth. In other words, these people are giant dragons dozing on piles of gold coins. No, it's worse than that.

At least the dragons don't use poor poor people for body modification experiments.

"Instructor..."

Galen had just uttered these two words when Kronos interrupted him. He raised his head, his expression didn't change, he was terribly serious, but also terribly calm.

"Don't think too much, Sergeant Galen." Kronos stood up slowly, stretching his body like a mountain in front of Galen, casting an insurmountable shadow. "When things have come to this point, General Thain will solve everything."

After saying this, there was a little more emotion in his pale gray eyes that Galen couldn't understand.

"Bring those children over here, Sergeant."

Kronos ordered: "Let's move on, regroup the legions, and search for possible survivors... Every surviving civilian will be a witness to this crime in the reckoning after the war."

Galen took the order and turned around to gather the children, considering Kronos' size. They estimated that it would take a while to come over.

Looking at his leaving back, Kronos narrowed his eyes.

Mrs. Piltover thought they could win the war at any cost, even humanity. They are wrong, their situation is not that bad, they are not qualified to choose to give up this precious thing.

However, once some choices are made, there is no going back.

A gloomy anger slowly boiled in his heart.

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"Duk, duk, duk, duk..."

A monotonous voice echoed in the dark tent,

A giant was banging on steel—his own jaw, to be precise. It was made of steel and had been gilded hundreds of years ago, the crown of some king.

The king was killed by his own hands, still glaring at him before he died.

Thinking of this, Thain let out a snort.

I don't know what you think of the current Demacia, Jarvan I.

It didn't take long to remember the past, and Sion stood up from his throne of cast steel.

It is also time.

He walked out of the tent, and the dark clouds spread and rolled in the sky, like a note of some kind of disaster coming. Thain stared at the gloomy sky, with a premonition that a storm was approaching.

For Piltover, this is common. They are a seaport city, and storms are a common occurrence. The residents of Progress City sheltered from the storm in their homes, but the people of Zaun were not as well off.

"Go and tell the army mages, let them send a message to the brothers stationed in Zaun." Sion's voice sounded like thunder in the camp. "Evacuate the crowd and keep them at home. For those who cannot protect themselves, bring them back to the station."

"Yes, General."

The soldiers who led the order left in a hurry, and a man with a sullen face came to Thain. He first saluted respectfully, and then slowly opened his mouth: "General, Mrs. Piltover seems to have used some kind of powerful weapon in their city."

"I know." Sean replied. "You're not a loser, Grady, what do you think?"

"I just think... Mrs. Piltover seems to be cornered."

The man named Grady answered with his head bowed. He was not wearing armor, but a robe for easy movement. He wears a wolf's head emblem pinned to his collar—but he's not actually a member of the Legion. If you insist, he can only be regarded as a non-staff member of the Silent Wolf.

He was a strategist, and his ability was recognized by Swain, so he was asked by Thane to be a member of the staff.

Thain is aware of his own strength, but he is also very aware of his own brain. He is not the kind of person who likes to do everything. If there is a good suggestion, he will definitely adopt it.

"Continue." Sean nodded. "I am very interested."

"Yes, General."

Grady said: "Piltover's military power is in the hands of the parliament and the family, so this action must have been planned by them. Those councilors may have a few opponents, but... ...and you saw it too."

"Even a dog can be vicious when cornered. Even a rabbit can hurt a man with its hay-chewing teeth when cornered. And the council and house of Piltover are cornered. At that time, I am afraid that many incomprehensible things will be done.”

"The terrorist attack like the one just now is probably just the tip of the iceberg. In order not to let the wealth they have accumulated be taken away, these villains who regard wealth as their life will probably do their best to prevent us from completing the mission to Piltover. liberation."

"After all, to them, it doesn't matter how many civilians die."

"Therefore, I believe that..."

He raised his head, and a sinister smile appeared on his sinister face, which was in line with his own temperament: "We should send Ms. Katerina out."

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