The Glory of Noxus

In the gorgeous and exquisite reception room.

Nasir, the service officer, bowed and stood on the right, while Tyrone on the left also maintained a respectful posture, hiding his eyes under the silver cloak and looking at the main seat.

Under the bright magic light.

Swain, wearing a simple coat, sat in the main seat, gently holding the black cane, looking like an old-fashioned aristocrat.

The atmosphere of silence was pervasive.

The rosy glow outside the window soaked through the glass, mixed with the magic light, and fell on the ground.

Huo Jixing stood below Tyrone, and the corner of his eyes fell on Swain who was processing the letter in his hand.

Just sitting there quietly, the breath exuded by Swain made people feel a kind of majesty, as if everything was controlled by an extremely powerful force, and everyone silently belonged to him.

"Nasir, you stay in Rocklund."

Swain's eyes were like torches, as if he could see through people's hearts. Although his momentum was oppressive, it did not make people feel terrible pressure.

"Yes, commander." Nasir saluted respectfully.

Then, Swain's eyes moved to the left: "Tyrone, Huo Jixing, follow me to the camp!"

"Yes!" Tyrone and Huo Jixing stepped out and spoke respectfully.

Huo Jixing looked at Swain and stood up, walked out of the reception room calmly, and his seemingly slow steps quickly left the castle.

Although Huo Jixing was a little confused, he would not question Swain's decision.

Leaving Rocklund.

Soldiers and carriages were already waiting on the wide and flat trade road.

Huo Jixing looked over and saw six honor guards. From their armor, it can be seen that each of them was selected from the Trifaree Legion.

Rocklund Plains, Noxus Camp.

After hearing the news of Swain's arrival, all the warband leaders and generals waited outside the camp.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The sound of horse hooves rang out, and Grens saw the old carriage coming from a distance.

Against the backdrop of the blood-red sky, the ordinary carriage seemed like a rolling black cloud, invading.

He seemed to see the darkness coming, hear the hungry crows cry, and the rags hanging from the bird's beaks looked like the depressed military flags of the Noxian camp.

Swain got off the carriage, his hair was mixed with gray, and he wore a simple coat over his battle-hardened armor.

Grens and Leto stepped forward and saluted respectfully, saying, "Commander."

Many war group leaders and generals behind him saluted at the same time.

"Let's go to the meeting hall."

Swain led Talon and Hojixing into the camp, with six honor guards behind him.

In the central area of ​​the camp, in the meeting hall.

Swain sat in the main seat, with Talon and Hojixing standing on his left and right.

On the long table below, there were many war group leaders and generals of Grens and Leto.

Grens looked at Swain in the main seat and could feel something indescribable, but no matter how carefully he observed, he could not see any clues.

Perhaps this is some kind of real unknown?

Perhaps it is precisely because of this indescribable that so many people belong to Swain.

But now everything is ready, as I expected, he came.

The land under the camp constitutes an inescapable maze. I, only I, can decide the future of the empire.

"My trusted generals," Swain said softly, and the sonorous sound was like a sword unsheathed.

"When I was in the capital, I heard about your failure and was a little surprised."

"Now, tell me how Noxus will win?"

Leto looked at Grens opposite, then stood up and walked to the sand table, pointing to the undulating hills.

"We need twelve landships."

"Each one will be led by a dragon lizard, leading the way in front of the war group. At the command, we will step over the dead bodies of the enemy without any hindrance."

"It is difficult for us to control the dragon lizards ourselves," Swain whispered, staring at the glass of fine Ionian wine.

"Imagine that any rebel throws dynamite, and as long as there is an explosion - please tell me, in your imagination, who will run first - the panicked and angry dragon lizard, or your frightened legion?"

"Then we will burn this place to ashes," Meera proposed her plan before Grenth spoke, full of confidence.

"Use the black gunpowder that the Empire had previously stored to completely bury the rebels in the Rocklund Plain."

Swain sighed: "We came here just to get the land you want to burn. But it seems that I overestimated your understanding of the properties of natural sulfur and saltpeter."

He shook the wine in the glass, revealing a trace of disappointment: "You will bury the Empire's black gunpowder resources with your own hands."

"My regiment is still brave,"

Yonat, who was hiding in the shadows, spoke coldly. In contrast to his Shuriman skin, the surrounding shadows seemed bright.

"Commander, I will lead my fleet soldiers to enter the Rocklund Plain after sunset."

"It doesn't matter whether it's clean or beautiful, we will completely kill the rebels."

Swain nodded lightly, his eyes fell on Grenth, who had remained silent: "What are your plans?"

"Haha!" Grenth laughed lightly and looked at Grenth in the shadows.

"I was indeed worried for a while just now, afraid that you really found a way to win."

Suddenly!

The meeting hall fell into a dead silence, and the candles on both sides were almost burned out.

Glens stood up, looking a little fanatical.

This is my moment, and the pale lady will be delighted with it. I will chant her name as I send the Commander into oblivion.

"The truth is, you can't win this battle." Gulans looked at Swain who was sitting in the chair.

"You can't fight death, not even the ruler of Noxus, as Darkwill has proven."

Swain and others looked at Gulans quietly and saw him carefully taking out the flint from his coat and already holding the fuse in his other hand.

"Why am I responsible for building this camp, when the fate of everything is pointing to destruction."

He kicked open the long black table, and a dense pile of black gunpowder piled up.

Earlier, Gulans sent war masons to carefully consider all the details, the subtle ups and downs of each piece of land.

And the needle-point fate of Noxus, and the whispered prophecies of the various moments.

"Haha, look, General Gullance is the only one who knows anything," Swain chuckled, smoothing the wrinkles on his coat.

"He is the only one who understands. The rest of you, when the battle comes, ask how not to be defeated."

"But there are some battles that cannot be won. Sometimes, the only tactic is to go through fire and water, rushing into the flames with the belief that you will die, but there will be tens of thousands of people behind you."

"And behind General Gulans, there is the power to influence the fate of the empire!"

Swain opened his coat with a cruel smile: "I hope you can tell her your failure in person."

His voice was filled with eternal anger: "I hope she can also hear the regret of the deceased."

In the meeting hall, scarlet power emerged, holding Gulans' neck tightly and lifting him into the air.

"As you said, I am not the only one behind the push for destiny." Gulans's face turned red, he looked directly at Swain, and let the lead in his hand fall to the ground.

"Are you talking about the black powder buried under the camp?" Swain said suddenly.

"Unfortunately, your method is too crude."

He looked at the panicked Gulans, laughed softly, gently clasped his extended crimson left hand, and pulled Gulans close to him.

"All the black powder has been removed, and your soldiers and war masons have reported your plot."

"No, it's impossible, they are" Gulans said in panic, no longer as confident as before.

"You have Black Rose spies, why can't I have soldiers who instigate rebellion?"

Swain admired Gulans's mood changes until despair crept onto his face.

With a 'click' sound, Swain shook his head slightly and crushed Gulans' neck. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to penetrate the space and look into the dark corner of the meeting hall.

The more he saw, the more he realized there was more hidden within the empire.

"You say, yes, pale lady?"