The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 37 Hand of Noxus Darius

On the Valoran continent, the army of the Noxian Empire is the largest in the known world.

It includes both elite troops and hundreds of independent warbands fighting locally.

Each warband is led by its own leader, officers and captains, and has its own unique culture, hierarchy and combat preferences.

Different warbands can form larger war groups and be responsible for specific on-site divisions. They may be assigned as front-line commandos, heavy infantry, scouts, assassins or cavalry-as long as it suits their skills.

In the meeting hall.

The ground is paved with neat and smooth blue-gray boulders, and many people have sat on the wooden chairs that should have been vacant in the center.

They are the leaders and centurions of each warband in the camp, wearing armor and solemn expressions.

A dull and depressing atmosphere permeated, and everyone looked at each other, rarely speaking, quietly waiting for the person who closed his eyes and rested in the main seat.

Until the last person sat at the end of the conference table.

"General, everyone is here!"

Wilson walked to Darius' side and spoke in a low voice.

Hearing this, Darius opened his dark eyes, and his oppressive gaze fell on the people in front of him one by one, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.

The position of leader of each war group is usually given by the imperial general.

And the centurions and deputy centurions under their own command are appointed by the leader himself, so it is easier to command the war group and there will be no disorder.

The designation of these professions is basically ordinary war groups fighting independently locally.

It does not include elite troops subordinate to the imperial general.

In addition, unlike the position of leader, centurions must have multi-faceted abilities, not just military.

And centurions are also people from the civilian class, the easiest position to climb.

The leaders are mostly from the aristocratic class and extraordinary people.

"I think you have received the news!" Darius leaned back in his chair casually, looking at the people at the front of the conference table.

"But don't forget that our current duty is to conquer Freljord!"

"Someone seems to want to disobey military orders?!"

Almost as Darius finished speaking, a commotion broke out, breaking the dull atmosphere in the hall, and everyone was talking.

On the wooden chair on the left side of the conference table, a thin man wearing black armor and aristocratic badges had a heartbeat, as if an inexplicable chill enveloped his body.

He quickly glanced at the people around him, and after seeing their calm expressions, he nodded gently.

"General, a coup has taken place in the capital, and Swain has become a rebel!"

"We should change the imperial strategy now, immediately give up the invasion of Freljord, give up this war, and return to support Commander Darkwill!"

Suddenly.

Just as the thin man finished speaking, the noisy atmosphere at the conference table disappeared, and a dead silence suddenly appeared.

Many people looked at the thin man, either in amazement, or ridicule, or pity, or anger.

Give up the invasion of Freljord?

It's easy to say, but the meaning behind this war is far from what a leader can bear.

It not only represents the failure of the Empire's strategy, but also represents the cowardice and incompetence of Darius, the Hand of Noxus.

It also means that the northern border of the Empire will be completely empty, allowing the Winter Claw Clan to plunder and kill!

"Haha! Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Darius suddenly laughed, and laughed crazily.

His voice was the only one that echoed in the meeting hall.

"Perry, why do you think you can give up invading Freljord?" Darius stopped laughing and looked at the thin man wearing the noble badge with a cold expression.

"Let me think about it. Your family has trade relations with the Darkwell family, right? Is it the slave business in the port of Shurima?"

"General, at this time, we shouldn't talk about family issues." Perry spoke in a deep voice, his eyes dodging, not daring to face Darius.

"It is unknown whether Commander Darkwill is alive or dead. We need to return to the capital immediately to suppress the rebels and re-establish the glory of the empire."

"General, don't forget your loyalty to Commander Darkwill!"

As soon as Perry finished speaking, several people stood up and echoed him, and even called out to the people around them.

"For Darkwill!"

"For Darkwill!"

"For Darkwill!"

In the silent meeting hall, scattered shouts echoed.

But as time went by, they gradually disappeared, leaving only silence and uneasiness.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Darius stood up and applauded, slowly walked to Perry, his dark eyes like a wolf's eyes, overlooking the weak lamb.

"Very inflammatory remarks, but I'm sorry."

"I am not loyal to the one who sits on the throne, but to the empire under my feet!"

Dense cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Perry swallowed his saliva and looked at Darius in front of him nervously. The tall body in armor brought a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Pass my military order to deprive Perry, Yako and others of their positions as leaders and centurions." Darius spoke coldly, completely shattering the psychological defense line built by Perry.

"Damn Darius, you have no right to do this. I am the leader of the war group appointed by General Gulans."

Perry stood up suddenly, put his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and looked at Darius with a ferocious look.

Just as his palm grasped the hilt of the sword.

Outside the meeting hall, there were footsteps. Noxian soldiers wearing blood-red armor and holding sharp blades walked along the conference table and surrounded everyone.

Not only these Noxian soldiers.

Those who used to be colleagues also glared at each other, drew their weapons and pointed them at them.

"Grens? His status is not enough to protect you!" Darius's tone became colder and colder, and his eyes like black wolves looked around at the people who were silent at the conference table.

This short-lived nonsense ended.

Perry and others had their weapons confiscated and were escorted away by Noxian soldiers.

Before leaving, Perry and others still pretended to be reserved and proud, staring at Darius without bowing their heads.

Darius didn't care about the looks of Perry and others. He supported the conference table with both hands, stared at the remaining people, and said in a deep voice: "Now, who has any questions?"

Faced with Darius's tough attitude, the warband leaders or centurions in front of the conference table shook their heads, indicating that they had no questions.

"Three days later, the whole army will set out and enter Freljord!"

Darius clenched his fist and smashed it on the table, his eyes looking at the red imperial flag hanging on the wall.

"Noxus's military force is unstoppable!"

"Yes, General!"

The deafening response floated over the conference hall, and the remaining warband leaders stood up and left one by one.

It only took a moment.

With the orders handed down by the warband leaders, the restless Noxus camp, like boiling water, was completely boiling, countless voices mixed together, shaking the falling snow.

In the conference hall, on the stone steps

Darius, wearing armor, stood on the high platform, overlooking the restless camp, his expression constantly changing.

What happened at the conference table just now has touched the bottom line he has always insisted on.

Although relying on the prestige of the Hand of Noxus, he forcibly deprived Perry and others of their rights and suppressed everyone's thoughts.

But things are far from that simple. Once this war fails, he will definitely be impeached and slandered by the nobles.

"I have no choice!" Darius's expression was extremely cold.

Giving up the invasion of Freljord is absolutely impossible!

After Swain's coup, it is no longer a question of invasion or not, but the current empire needs a victory to restore the fallen glory.

Winter Claw, Sejuani!

Darius recalled the cruel and ruthless war mother riding the Juvask boar, and his eyes could not hide the murderous intent.

In this stalemate war, too many Noxians were buried in Freljord.

There are three reasons why he continued to implement the imperial strategy of invading Freljord.

First, many fronts around the empire were either defeated or stuck in a quagmire, and only the northern legion where he was still had spare strength.

He must win this war!

Even if it means sacrificing himself, he must restore the empire's declining glory!

Second, this is the imperial strategy formulated by Darkwill.

From the root, there is nothing wrong with it, which is also his confidence.

After all, no one would have thought that the octogenarian could not even hold on for a day under Swain's coup, resulting in his orders not being conveyed to the capital of Noxus.

Of course, even if the order came, he would not execute it!

Third, it was a letter from Draven.

After leaving the battlefield, Draven, who was in the Immortal Fortress, seemed to have found something he liked and joined Swain's camp.

The letter did not persuade Darius to stand with Swain, but just talked about some interesting things in life.

He never mentioned standing on the right side, but as a brother, how could Darius not hear the meaning behind his words?

So he chose to go north to Freljord and temporarily leave the vortex of the Empire.

There is another reason.

For Darius, let's just say it is a reason.

He and Swain are old friends. They once worked together in the war group cluster in the west of the Empire and had a good relationship.

Swain, who is knowledgeable and talented, was once someone he looked up to.

"I hope your choice is right, Swain!"

Darius looked back at the heart of the Empire, his eyes seemed to have crossed thousands of distances, and saw his old friend with gray hair, cleaning the corrupt and dark capital.

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