The Glory of Noxus

The candlelight was dim.

Three dark shadows were reflected on the floor of the neat audience hall.

Swain was wearing an old and simple coat, covering the battle-hardened armor inside, and his hands were tightly tucked into the hem of his coat.

"Imperial pension!" Swain's eyes flickered.

Although Darius did not tell him in advance, he also had his own intelligence system and knew the cause and effect of what happened last night.

Touching the imperial pension was digging up the roots of Noxus.

Because Swain saw this, he allowed what happened last night to happen, and at the same time did not stop Darius who had just been angry at the Trifari Council.

But when he thought of the many different attitudes of the nobles in the audience hall, his expression was a little gloomy.

In the Noxian tribe period and the early days of the establishment of the Noxian Empire.

The privileges enjoyed by the nobles, they were hereditary and born nobles.

But the privilege at that time was given to the nobles by the Noxus Empire in the face of threats and wars from all sides, to protect the citizens of the empire and resist foreign enemies.

Instead of becoming a borer on the empire like now.

"The branches have long been twisted, and the roots are entangled with each other."

The Faceless Man, who remained silent all the time, looked at Swain's gloomy face and spoke softly.

Then he stood up, glanced at Darius, who was still angry, and walked out of the audience hall with light steps.

Darius leaned back on the chair, and after seeing the Faceless Man disappear with his dark eyes, he spoke casually.

"Don't forget the reason why the Trifarix Council was established!"

Hearing this, Swain's pupils shrank, and his eyes fell on Darius.

He has always been frank about his new vision for the empire, and that is why he got the consent of Darius and the Assassin's Guild.

The three people established the Trifarix Council to rule Noxus together, and each of them represented a kind of power: foresight, force and cunning.

And his new vision is-

Greatly weaken the power and influence of the nobles!

Swain crossed his fingers and rubbed them, looking at the departing Darius, and ripples appeared in the invisible depths of his heart.

Commoner, cruel, killing, these are Darius's labels!

Also because of his identity and bloodline, many nobles naturally look down on Darius.

But he can become the new Hand of Noxus, a symbol of the power of the empire, and one of the three councils. The wisdom behind the barbarity should not be underestimated.

With the departure of the 'Faceless' and Darius.

In the audience hall, only Swain was left sitting alone on the high platform.

He looked at the thrones of the former emperors of Noxus, with countless flags hanging beside them.

That represents the provinces, city-states and countries that have submitted to the Noxian Empire, and also many noble forces.

Thinking for a long time.

Swain stood up and staggered away. Behind him, darkness hovered and made hungry crows.

Side hall of the palace.

Under the bright yellow magic light, soldiers wearing lavender armor with the Noxian double-bladed axe logo engraved on the chest of the armor surrounded the long table.

On the long table was a huge sand table filled with logos of different styles and colors, listing the cities and mountain roads in Noxus.

There were also some overseas areas and territories controlled by the Noxus Empire.

The most eye-catching one was the huge island east of the Noxus Empire -

the Ionian Islands.

Seeing Swain coming, these soldiers saluted.

They were from the [Raiser Garrison] formed by Swain himself, and most of them were resourceful and powerful middle-level legion sergeants.

But after coming to [Raiser Garrison], they were willing to become unknown soldiers.

Swain walked to the sand table and looked at the bloody area represented by the Noxus Empire.

Within the current territory of the Noxian Empire, only a few areas still follow the orders of the Empire, and most of the other provinces, city-states and countries are in a wait-and-see state.

Or they can become a country within a country and enjoy their own noble privileges.

Swain looked at the Ionian Islands with a slight shift of his eyes. A small part of the area was covered with blood, which was the area currently controlled by the Noxian Empire.

He seemed to remember something, looked down at his red left hand, clenched it tightly, and then loosened it, wiping out the blood on the Ionian Islands.

At the same time, it also wiped out the flame of revenge that had never been extinguished in his heart.

After doing everything in front of him, Swain's eyes returned to the territory of the Noxian Empire again.

During the reign of Bron Darkwill, the Noxian Empire was left with a completely rotten and devastated stall.

Crazy for magic relics, the elderly Bron Darkwill has been obsessed with ghosts. As long as the nobles offer them, they will get some rights.

As for the living security of the citizens of the empire, they have long stopped paying attention.

Not only the capital of Noxus, but also other areas of the empire.

The nobles' greedy and endless demands caused devastating damage to the Noxian Empire, and a large number of slaves and poor people began to appear.

It is true that the nobles are an important force in building the Noxian Empire.

But the practices of some nobles are already sucking the marrow out of bones.

There was a trace of disappointment in the corners of Swain's eyes, and he began to pull up some flags representing the noble forces on the sand table representing the Noxian territory.

The guards behind him, Reiser, silently memorized the names of the nobles behind the flags.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

With the sound of light footsteps, Swain tightened his old coat and walked to the balcony of the palace, looking down at the brightly lit and flowery Noxus capital, as if he had seen through the fog and saw many darknesses.

After a moment of silence, he clenched his left hand and spoke in a low voice.

"The Empire is above everything!"

The Noxkalia Arena, the underground prison.

Huo Jixing had already woken up, with his knees crossed, sitting quietly on the cold ground.

In the dark environment of the prison, a touch of red-gold light flickered on the surface of his bare body.

[Introspection]!

In his closed eyes, Huo Jixing, under the blessing of a spirit that seemed like a substance, saw a red warm current like a turbulent stream, surging in his body, as if burning his flesh and bones.

Faintly, he saw four red stars hanging upside down in the sky in his sea of ​​consciousness, connecting with each other, with endless flames falling and spreading throughout his body.

Under the burning flames, Huo Jixing could clearly feel that his body was changing little by little.

The flesh and blood became stronger, and the bones became harder.

Such a wonderful feeling almost made him unable to extricate himself.

Huh!

Huo Jixing exhaled a hot stream, his dark eyes opened, and the red-gold light flashed in his pupils.

Recalling the emotional catharsis and wild killing last night.

He shook his head gently, his eyes fell on the data panel, and looked at [Skills].

Although the skills still showed the Blade of Conquest, he could feel the improvement of his skills.

Just like what he noticed before, no matter how much practice, it is not as good as real killing.

The star of Liuxu reflected the sea of ​​consciousness, and Huo Jixing looked surprised.

He vaguely saw a layer of gorgeous light on the surface of the star, but he never saw through it, as if there was an invisible wall in the middle, blocking the way forward.

Grandmaster realm?

Huo Jixing's heart was rippled, thinking of the skill division that Eric had mentioned.

Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the slender long knife placed on his knees.

Clang!

The blade was unsheathed, and fine cuts were all over the blade.

Huo Jixing stretched out his hand and brushed the blade, thinking that the sword boy Heini, Devitt and Korda would not be involved in this incident because they were taken care of by Wilson.

Suppressing his inner thoughts, he looked around the wide and bright cell and began to dance with the knife.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The sharp knife light flashed, like a tide flooding the air.

Huo Jixing immersed his mind in improving his skills, hoping to see through that layer of magnificent glory.