The Glory of Noxus

In the center of the camp, in front of a crimson felt tent.

Darius looked at Captain Faron who was following him and said in a deep voice: "Ben, no one is allowed to approach here without my order."

Hearing the voice, Captain Faron, who was wearing heavy armor, stopped and looked at the middle-aged mage in a black robe, and nodded slowly.

"Follow your orders!"

Then Darius led the middle-aged mage beside him into his own felt tent.

The crimson felt tent in front of him occupies a large area, half the size of a football field. It was specially built by Darius.

Entering inside, the environment and decoration inside the tent are different from those of normal felt tents.

The first thing that comes into view is the simple lounge. Near the edge of the tent is a heavy black desk, which is piled with many documents and letters.

In front of the black desk is a large conference table with a pale sand table on it.

Looking closely, it is the terrain of the Winter Thorn Mountains.

Next to this lounge is a specially built steel compartment.

This is why the felt tent takes up so much space.

Pushing open the steel door, a red light enveloped Darius's body, and then it seemed to have spirituality and extended to the black-robed mage.

"General!"

In the steel compartment, a dashing woman wearing steel armor and long black hair saw Darius and spoke respectfully.

Her palm was flashing with a rich green light, suppressing the red light in the compartment that was like boiling magma.

"Tyrannical fragments?"

The black-robed mage, who had been following Darius and remained silent, cried out in horror when he saw the broken rune in the center of the red light.

[Tyrannical fragments]!

One of the runes produced after the former world rune [Tyranny] was broken.

In the rune war thousands of years ago, except for a small number of world runes that were preserved.

Most of the other world runes were destroyed in the endless war, turned into many fragments, and lost in various regions of the Valoran continent.

The black-robed mage didn't expect to see the [Tyranny Fragment] here, and in the hands of his own general Darius.

"No, that's not right." The black-robed mage seemed to think of something, his eyes flickering.

The [Tyranny Fragment] in front of him should be controlled by the Imperial Military, and Darius, as an Imperial General, used it in this war.

At the same time, the black-robed mage also recognized the extraordinary profession of the dashing woman in front of him -

Rune Weaver!

It is because of her existence that the Tyranny Fragment in front of him can exist quietly and coexist with the crimson hideous armor.

Research on runes has long begun within the Noxus Empire.

Rune Weavers are extraordinary people born for this reason.

They are born to be able to touch runes, and have an unimaginable understanding of runes.

Darius glanced at the Rune Weaver in front of him, walked to the [Tyranny Fragment], and stared at the hideous armor that was integrated with the broken runes.

"A combat power that surpasses everything!"

He wanted to reach out and touch the hideous armor, but then he thought of something and walked to the weapon table on the other side.

There was an extremely sharp black axe on it.

Looking closely, the black axe was about 1.6 meters long, with double-edged blades and a black axe body, and it looked extremely heavy.

[Black Cutter]!

This axe is the terrifying rune weapon that only the hands of Noxus can control.

And no one knows why it does not corrode its successive masters.

But now, the black-robed wizard looked at Darius and the rune weaver, realizing that the empire has never given up the exploration and application of runes.

"Put on armor for me!" Darius said in a deep voice.

"General, the rune power of [Tyranny Fragment] is very unstable. I don't recommend using it in this war." The rune weaver frowned, looked at Darius in front of him, and advised softly.

"Put on armor for me!" Darius turned his back to the rune weaver and spoke again in a deep voice.

This time, both the black-robed mage and the rune weaver heard Darius' unwavering faith.

The rune weaver lowered his eyes, looked at the ferocious armor in front of him, and sighed.

Then, her eyes fell on the black-robed mage not far away, and she said in a concentrated voice: "I need your help."

"Me?"

The black-robed mage was surprised and looked at the shining [Tyranny Fragment] with a hesitant look.

Just from the diffuse red light, he could feel the terrifying power contained in the [Tyranny Fragment].

If there is any mistake, he may die here directly.

"Yes, while I am putting on the armor for the general, I can't be distracted to deal with the overflowing energy of the [Tyranny Fragment]." The rune weaver stared at the red armor in front of him and slowly stretched out his white palm.

"I need you to use black magic later to suppress the overflowing energy."

The black-robed wizard's expression suddenly changed. He was about to speak, but when he saw Darius's dark eyes looking at him, he had to step forward.

"No wonder he let me in." The black-robed wizard thought to himself, looking depressed.

He walked behind the rune weaver and carefully released the power of black magic, wrapping his arms to form a pair of black gloves with sleeves.

While watching the rune weaver put on armor for Darius, he paid attention to the swaying red light.

Fortunately, things went smoothly.

Darius put on the hideous crimson armor, and a touch of red light spread from the [Tyranny Fragment], extending to his feet, hands and head, rippling.

Until it touched the [Black Cutter] tightly held in Darius's hand, it gradually calmed down and attached to the surface of the armor.

However, the corrosiveness brought by the [Tyranny Fragment] eventually affected Darius.

Darius, who was as solid as a rock and never showed weakness, couldn't help but growl in the endless pain brought by the [Tyranny Fragment].

The extremely suppressed roar, like a wolf's howl, spread throughout the sealed room.

The black robe wizard and the rune weaver suddenly became nervous.

Once something happened to Darius, they couldn't imagine what would happen to the Noxus Empire.

But one thing was guaranteed, the two of them would definitely not escape accountability, or even death.

At the same time, Captain Faron, who was waiting outside, seemed to hear something.

But he thought of Darius's order, suppressed his anxiety, and stood still like a sculpture.

After a cup of tea.

Captain Faron heard the sound of footsteps behind him and turned his head to look.

He saw Darius, wearing ferocious armor and holding the Black Cutter, lifting the curtain.

Behind him was the black-robed wizard and a strange and dashing woman.

He did not ask more questions, remained silent, followed Darius, and came to the guardhouse on the camp again.

In front of the frozen river, in the dense trenches, armored and bladed Noxian soldiers were ready, looking at the Winter Claw camp in front of them without fear.

Darius took a step forward, his face cold, straightened his body, raised his right hand high, and swung it down like a hammer, bringing gusts of wind.

Dongdong! Dongdong! Dongdong! Dongdong! Dongdong! Dongdong! Dongdong!

In an instant.

The high and fierce drumbeats, like a sudden rain, suppressed the snow and wind, and echoed over the Noxian Legion.

This is like the war song of the ancient Noxians. It sounded at this moment, awakening the blood in every Noxian and their thirst for war.

It's the legion drummer!

Under their drumming, the Noxian war group clusters are expanding the influence of the empire step by step. They are unstoppable, and there is indeed no enemy that can stop the empire's conquest.

Now, they are about to face the challenge of the Winter Claw again!

Note: The Noxian Empire has been studying runes, whether it is testing with black magic and blood magic, or applying it to weapons and armor. After a long time, it has achieved a lot of results.

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