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There are many official positions within the Noxian army. 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'.

Only it can have it.

With a deep awe, Galen raised his head and looked up at the person in front of him. To be fair, Galen's figure was already terrifyingly tall, but compared with Cronus, he was as thin as a skinny man.

Ordinary people.

"There is no need to belittle yourself, we have all seen your promotion speed...were those children rescued by you?"

Kronos took off his helmet, and the three golden spikes on his forehead reflected the tiny light in the air. His serious face made the children exclaim in unison - they originally thought that this giant looked like this.

It looked like that, but I didn’t expect that there was actually a person inside!

"Yes, instructor."

Galen swung his giant sword and pulled out a beautiful sword flower. He explained slightly dullly: "The children in the orphanage...the director ran away and abandoned them."

"You can't demand unconditional kindness from others."

Kronos nodded slightly and hung the chain sword that had stopped long ago 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 came very quickly," he said. "Obviously they were well prepared. It seems that these so-called 'families' in Piltover have decided to join forces with their parliament."

Galen frowned.

As the eldest son of the Crownguard family, he has a broad vision, so he knows very well what kind of ghosts the Piltover family is.

This city has accumulated unimaginable wealth over the past hundreds of years due to its geographical advantages, but this wealth is not equally owned by everyone. On the contrary, the poor have become poorer, while the rich have continued to be rich.

The family is such a product - they are nobles, businessmen, the hidden law in the city, and the holders of wealth. In other words, these people are like dragons taking a nap on the pile of gold coins. No.

, worse than that.

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

"Instructor..."

Galen had just uttered these two words when he was interrupted by Kronos. He raised his head, his expression unchanged, terrifyingly serious, but also terrifyingly calm.

"You don't need to think too much, Sergeant Galen." Kronos stood up slowly, like a mountain stretching out in front of Galen, casting an insurmountable shadow. "Things have come to this point, General Thain.

It will take care of everything."

After saying this, there were some emotions in his pale gray eyes that Galen couldn't understand.

"Bring those kids here, Sergeant."

Kronos ordered: "We continue to move forward, regroup the legions, and search for possible survivors... During the post-war reckoning, every surviving civilian will become a witness to this crime."

Galen accepted the order and turned around to gather the children. Considering the size of Cronus, it would probably take some time for them to come.

Watching his leaving figure, Kronos narrowed his eyes.

Mrs. Piltover thought that they could win the war regardless of the cost, even giving up their humanity. They were wrong, their situation was not that bad, and they were not qualified to choose to give up this precious thing.

However, once some choices are made, there will be no turning back.

Dark anger slowly boiled in his heart.

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"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk, Tuk..."

A monotonous sound echoed in the dark tent. A giant was tapping the steel - to be precise, tapping his chin. It was made of steel and was once gold-plated hundreds of years ago. It was the work of a certain

The king's crown.

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

Thinking of this, Thain let out a chuckle.

I don’t know what you will think when you see Demacia now, Jarvan I.

The memory of the past did not last long, and Thane stood up from his throne made of steel.

It's time too.

He walked out of the camp, and dark clouds spread and rolled in the sky, like a sign of the coming disaster. 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 can hide in their homes to avoid storms, but the people of Zaun are not as good as them.

conditions.

"Go tell the military mages and ask them to send a message to the brothers stationed in Zaun." Thain's voice sounded like thunder in the camp. "Evacuate the crowd and let them stay at home. For those who do not have the conditions to protect themselves, just

Take them back to their base."

"As you command, General."

The soldiers who took the order hurried away, and a man with a sinister face came to Thain. He bowed respectfully first, and then slowly spoke: "General, Mrs. Piltover seems to have used some kind of method in their city.

A powerful weapon that makes no difference between friend and foe."

"I know." Thain replied. "You are not a reckless person, Grady, what do you think?"

"I just feel that... Mrs. Piltover seems to have been forced into a desperate situation."

The man named Grady lowered his head and replied. He was not wearing armor, but a robe to facilitate movement. He had a wolf head emblem on his collar - but he was not actually a member of the legion. He insisted.

If so, he is actually just a non-staff member of Silent Wolf.

He was a strategist, and his abilities were recognized by Swain, so he was asked by Thain to serve as a member of his staff.

Thain knows his own strength, but he also knows his brain very well. He is not the kind of person who likes to take over everything. If he has good suggestions, he will definitely adopt them.

"Go on." Thain nodded. "I'm very interested."

"As you command, General."

Grady said: "Piltover's military power is in the hands of the Parliament and the family, so this operation must have been planned by them. Those MPs may have a few opponents, but...

....You also saw the result.”

"Even a dog can become ferocious when cornered. Even a rabbit will use its teeth to chew grass when cornered. And Piltover's Parliament and family were cornered.

At that time, I am afraid that many incomprehensible things will happen.”

"A terrorist attack like the one just now that does not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy is most likely just the tip of the iceberg. In order to prevent the wealth they have accumulated from being taken away, these villains who regard wealth as their lives will probably do their best to prevent us from completing the attack on Piltover.

liberation."

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

"Therefore, I believe..."

He raised his head, and a sinister smile appeared on his sinister face, which was in line with his own temperament: "We should let Ms. Catalina take action."