The Glory of Noxus

Fenglian Town, late at night.

After the chaos at dawn, the town fell into a rare silence.

The streets were deserted and the lights were dim.

In the town that lacks garrison forces now, basically no one would choose to go out in the middle of the night.

In the dark hotel, candlelight flickered.

The caravan from Piltover still stayed in the backyard.

They were supposed to leave during the day, but the caravan leader disappeared for no reason, and Fenglian Town was unexpectedly attacked by terrorists.

They had to shelve their plans and stay in the hotel.

"Are you sure he disappeared?"

In the dim hotel room, people who played different roles in the caravan crowded at the table.

Some of them were caravan guards, some were caravan grooms, and one was a sturdy caravan chef.

Although they had different identities, they seemed to be very familiar with each other.

"Sure, we have arranged people to go out and look for him, but after a day, there is no clue." The caravan groom in linen clothes said.

"And according to the remaining traces, Kamas had disappeared before we fell into a coma last night."

"Damn Kamas, he stayed here for so many days just to make extra money."

The shirtless, dark-skinned caravan chef spoke angrily, as if he had long been dissatisfied with the caravan leader.

"Our plan has been seriously affected."

"Don't forget the rules before we came out. Kamas is responsible for all the affairs of the caravan."

The caravan guard, wearing standard leather armor and carrying a standard Hextech spear, looked deeply at the 'caravan chef' with a cold tone.

Finally, he looked at the 'caravan groom' and asked, "Are there any useful clues?"

"I suspect that the news released by Fenglian Town is a lie."

The caravan groom was silent for a while, staring into the eyes of the caravan guard, and told the news he had sorted out.

"Lies?"

The caravan guard frowned, and his puzzled eyes fell on the 'caravan groom'.

In this plan, the 'caravan groom' is responsible for the transportation of instruments.

At the same time, he is also the most experienced person in the team and has executed several plans.

"Yes, what terrorist attack, it is clearly a supernatural battle."

The caravan groom stretched out his fingers and tapped the table lightly, looking coldly at the quiet town outside the window.

"Our hidden instruments detected the remnants of magical power in the air of the town."

"Magic enough to cover the town"

The caravan groom looked melancholy, turned his head to look at the guards and chefs in front of him, and spoke in a concentrated voice.

"Such power has exceeded most heroes, and even reached..."

"Legendary limit!"

Legend!

The caravan guards and caravan chefs fell into silence after hearing this.

The plan they executed this time involved power that was just a normal supernatural person, and it did not reach the level of a hero.

Not to mention the legends recorded in many myths and legends.

The silent atmosphere was pervasive, and the dim lights reflected a few ordinary faces.

"Then shall we go to the Demacia capital?" The caravan chef spoke.

After hearing this, several people looked at each other, and finally someone made a decision.

"Kamas disappeared, the plan is blocked, my suggestion is to suspend the plan."

After careful consideration, the caravan guard said his decision, and then he looked at the caravan groom beside him.

"Let's go to the center of the town." The caravan groom responded.

"Since the town announced the news of the terrorist attack, the place where the incident occurred must be where the extraordinary people fought."

"We may be able to collect some residual magic energy there."

After saying that, the caravan groom laughed at himself: "There may also be unexpected gains, allowing us to deal with the existence behind the Chamber of Commerce."

The caravan chef nodded lightly, and a smile appeared on his dark face, indicating his agreement.

"If there is extraordinary blood or flesh and blood cells left, it can recover some losses for our plan this time."

The caravan guard was moved and made a decision.

"I will arrange someone to go there, do you want to go with me?"

"Let's go together." The caravan groom got up and left the room, his steps hurried.

"It's better to finish early and leave early. There is a sign that the Kingdom of Demacia is in chaos."

The Demacia garrison is located in the center of Fenglian Town.

The once magnificent buildings have turned into ruins after the fierce battle last night.

The gray-white buildings of the past are now only ruins.

The collapsed walls seem to have been burned by flames, and black marks are everywhere.

The dome is directly broken, and together with the windows, it has turned into rubble and dust, covering the broken ground.

Perhaps after being cleaned by the residents of the town, the ruins look somewhat neat.

Under the dark night.

The dilapidated and desolate ruins welcome uninvited guests.

The disguised Piltover caravan members quietly sneaked in.

Ding!

The metal instrument started up and a red glow swept across the ruins.

"Information confirmed, no one is on guard."

The caravan groom calmly operated the precision instrument in front of him and skillfully turned the red and blue switches.

"You can go in. Remember, don't miss any details."

The caravan guards and caravan chefs expressed their understanding and knew that this operation was a heavy responsibility.

They each commanded their masked subordinates to conduct a carpet search along the ruins.

Everyone understood before coming here.

They are probably looking for a mirror image.

But this goal is vital to everyone.

At least it is related to everyone's future in the Chamber of Commerce.

Time passes slowly.

With the help of metal instruments, the Piltover caravan crew carefully explored every corner of the ruins.

They spared no stone or rubble.

They leave their mark on every inch of land.

After several hours of hard work, they completed their search of the ruins of the Demacia garrison.

Then he took advantage of the darkness and left quickly and quietly.

Silent hotel backyard.

After the proprietress Eina disappeared, the Piltover caravan became the only guest in this hotel.

When everyone came back, they saw that some of their own people were still sleeping, and they let go of their worries.

Then, under the instructions of the groom, everyone took off their masks and returned to their posts.

The caravan guard and the cook followed the groom to the previous room.

The dim candlelight flickered.

They took out this harvest and placed it on the table in front of them.

They were a blood-colored stone, like some fragments of an altar, with traces of blood remaining on the edges.

There is also a small pile of blood-red soil, which seems to be mixed with blood, and when it solidifies, it looks very ordinary.

Finally, there were a few extremely charred stones, with faint traces of melting.

The above items are special items found in the ruins.

The caravan driver slowly put on his gloves, picked up the blood-colored stone, and walked towards the brought-in metal instrument.

The instrument is blue, half as tall as a man, with a smooth steel disk on top.

As soon as the blood-colored stone was placed, the instrument began to flicker, and red light shone on the surface of the stone.

"The blood remains on the stone, and its activity is very special."

"Compared with ordinary people, it seems to be mixed with some other energy factors." The caravan groom observed the blood-colored stone.

"It is suspected that it is an altar used in some evil rituals, and the surface is stained with the blood of the sacrifices."

"You can take it back. I feel it is related to this terrorist attack."

Then the caravan driver took the blood-red soil in the glass cup and gently placed it on top of the instrument.

“It feels almost the same as before”

"Wait, no, it seems to be the blood of a transcendent!"

Hearing the exclamation of the caravan groom, the guards and chefs gathered around and stared at the blood-red soil in front of them.

Under the light of the instrument, they saw blood dried on the soil.

"Not bad, I can handle the accountability of the Chamber of Commerce."

The caravan driver was in a happy mood, and rarely smiled after passing through a pool of fear.

Putting away the blood-red soil, he placed a few extremely charred stones on the top of the instrument.

"The traces of burning flames, the temperature is very high." The caravan driver fiddled with the instruments and got some rough data.

"It seems to be caused by extraordinary power. The specific details need to be studied by the inventors of the Chamber of Commerce."

"Good luck."

When the caravan guards saw these things, each had its own use, and felt relaxed.

"At least we can communicate with the Chamber of Commerce."

He looked at the groom and the chef and said with a smile: "According to the previous agreement, we will prepare to return to Piltover after leaving Fenglian Town tomorrow."

"Okay, no problem."

Whoops!

At the end of warm summer, autumn is gradually appearing.

On the straight commercial road, the wind blows, and the long flow of people ripples.

Huo Jixing hid in the crowd and looked at the majestic and majestic gray-white city at the end of his field of vision——

The capital of Demacia.

This is a huge city that rivals the Immortal Fortress, and displays breathtaking splendor.

From a distance, it looks like an ancient giant beast crawling on the plains.

Tall city walls, stately towers, and wide streets are all filled with the weight and splendor of history.

"It's finally here." Huo Jixing breathed out softly.

After leaving Fenglian Town, he passed through the city of Edessa and went straight to the capital of Demacia without making any stop.

The feeling brought by the Kingdom of Demacia is really too terrifying.

Calculating it carefully, Huo Jixing has only been in Demacia for a few months.

But there have been two incidents of encountering demons.

They are the encounter with the remaining demonic power of the eternal nightmare Nocturne in Forsbarrow Town, and the arrival of the demon clown Shaco in Fenglian Town.

"Prohibition of Demonic Policy!"

Huo Jixing related his recent encounters and looked at the seemingly long queue of people on the business road, his thoughts inexplicable.

In the Kingdom of Demacia, possessing magic is the original sin.

Demacia exiles or kills people with magic skills.

Therefore, Demacians always have different desires and emotions for supernatural events, and this is the favorite thing of demons.

Even though most Demacians are self-disciplined and diligent.

But the huge population base leads to the most ironic thing.

The kingdom of Demacia, where legal principles are paramount, has become the focus of demons.

"Perhaps this is why Jarvan III wanted to change the kingdom."

Huo Jixing thought of the recent chaos in the Kingdom of Demacia, all of which pointed to the death of Jarvan III and the relaxation of the founding policy.

"Enter the city!"

Compared to the Immortal Fortress, Demacia's capital has a much stronger commercial atmosphere, and caravans from different places can be seen everywhere.

Huo Jixing followed the crowds of people, passed by the soldiers of the Kingdom of Demacia who were guarding the capital, and entered the capital.

After a long corridor, Huo Jixing officially entered the Demacia capital.

The noises were heard, and it was very lively.

What came into his sight was a wide straight road? , which could accommodate five carriages in parallel.

There were shops on both sides, and the goods from all over Demacia were dazzling.

The people of Demacia came in and out, with happy smiles on their faces.

Huo Jixing walked along the straight road, like Liu Laolao who had just entered the Grand View Garden, full of curiosity about the Demacia capital.

He had already been impacted by the modern society in his previous life, and he would not be amazed at the prosperity of the trade in the Demacia capital.

He paid more attention to those magnificent and strange buildings.

These distinctive buildings gave the Demacia capital a strong artistic color.

Huo Jixing continued to walk forward, and a patrolling team of kingdom soldiers came towards him.

The silver-white armor, sharp spears, and long swords hanging on the waist looked imposing.

In the patrol team, he also saw the figures of the demon-seeker soldiers.

These demon-seeker soldiers wore blue coats, held strange equipment, and wore forged copper half-masks, which gave ordinary people a silent shock.

Their eyes were sharp, as if they could see through people's inner secrets and make the Demacians avoid the team.

"Is it so strict?"

Huo Jixing smelled a strange breath and his face was solemn.

It has been a long time since Jarvan III died, but the Demacia capital is still shrouded in shadows.

Then he concealed his strength, passed the kingdom's soldiers, and continued to move forward.

After a cup of tea.

Huo Jixing left the wide straight road and came to the famous magnificent square.

This wide and huge square is where the rulers of Demacia are appointed.

They will accept the appointment amid the thunderous praise of the people, symbolizing that the power comes from the Demacians.

Inside the square, many people from all over Demacia are admiring the building, and thunderous praises are coming one after another.

Represents the sense of belonging of the Demacians to the kingdom.

Huo Jixing also blended into the crowd, treating himself as a Demacia, and carefully observed the different buildings on the square.

However, his attention was focused on the many sentries in the square.

Many soldiers of the Kingdom of Demacia were guarding the magnificent square to make sure everything was in order.

Faintly, Huo Jixing also sensed the breath of some rune items.

"Sure enough, as the heart of Demacia, how could the Demacia capital be as relaxed as it seems."

"Loose outside and tight inside is the kingly way."

Huo Jixing observed for a while and walked out of the magnificent square.

He wanted to continue strolling, but many places in the capital were not open to the public.

Especially for unfamiliar faces, they were extremely vigilant and could not get close at all.

Seeing this, Huo Jixing stopped his tour and followed the information in his memory to find the secret place of the Rether Guard.

When he left the Secret Silver City, he had asked Dawn Bent to prepare a detailed information in advance.

"Huh?"

Huo Jixing looked at the closed library in front of him with a puzzled look.

He could confirm that the place in front of him was the location of the secret place of the Rether Guard provided by Dawn.

But now, something seems wrong.

Huo Jixing looked at the surrounding buildings. This area seemed extremely desolate and sparsely populated.

Just as he was hesitating, he saw a few pieces of broken stones under the stone steps in front of the library, forming a pointer shape.

"Encountered an unexpected situation?" Huo Jixing was surprised.

Then he immediately followed the broken stone markings, went deep into the Demacia capital, and entered the slum area.