The Glory of Noxus

In the gorgeous and exquisite living room.

Orderly officer Nasr stood bowed on the right side, and Tai Lung on the left also maintained a respectful posture, hiding under his silver cloak and looking at the main seat with his eyes.

Under bright magic lights.

Wearing a simple coat, Swain sat upright and held the black crutch gently, looking like an old-school aristocrat.

Silence prevailed.

The glow outside the window soaked into the glass, mixed with the magic light, and fell to the ground.

Huo Jixing stood under Tai Lung, and the corner of his eye fell on Swain, who was processing the letter in his hand.

Just sitting there quietly, the aura exuding from Swain made people feel a kind of majesty, as if an extremely powerful force was controlling everything, and everyone silently belonged to his command.

"Nasr, you stay in Rocklund."

Swain's gaze was like a torch, as if he could see through people's hearts. Although his aura was oppressive, it did not make people feel terrible pressure.

"Yes, Lord Commander." Nasr saluted respectfully.

Then, Swain moved his eyes and looked to the left: "Tailon, Huo Jixing, come with me to the camp!"

"Yes!" Tai Long and Huo Jixing came out and spoke respectfully.

Huo Jixing watched Swain stand up and walk out of the living room calmly. He seemed to be walking slowly, but he left the castle quickly.

Although Huo Jixing had some doubts in his heart, he would not question Swain's decision.

Leave Loklund.

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

Huo Jixing looked around and saw six honorary guards. It could be seen from their armor that each one was selected from the Cuifali Legion.

Lokrond Plains, Noxian Camp.

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

Da da! Da da! Da da!

The sound of horse hooves sounded, and Gulans saw an old carriage driving in the distance.

Against the background of the dusty blood-red sky, the very ordinary carriage seemed to be invading like billowing black clouds.

He seemed to see darkness descending and hear the crows of hungry crows, whose beaks hung with scraps of cloth that looked like the flags of the Noxian camp now in ruins.

Swain stepped out of the carriage, with gray strands in his hair, and a simple coat wrapped around his battle-tested armor.

Gulans and Leto stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Your Majesty."

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

"Let's go to the meeting hall."

Swain led Tai Long and Huo Jixing into the camp, followed by six honorary guards.

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

Swain sat high on the throne, with Tai Lung and Huo Jixing standing on the left and right.

Further down on the long table are the generals and leaders of many battle groups based on Gulans and Leto.

Gulans looked at Swain in the main seat and could feel something indescribable, but no matter how carefully he observed it, he couldn't see any clues.

Maybe this is some kind of real unknown?

Perhaps it is precisely because of this indescribability that so many people belong to Swain's command.

But now everything is ready for his arrival as I expected.

The land beneath the camp forms an inescapable maze, and I, and I alone, can determine the future of the empire.

"My trusted generals," Swain spoke softly, his sonorous voice sounding like a sword being unsheathed.

"When I was in the capital, I was a little shocked when I heard about your failure."

"Now, tell me how Noxus will win?"

Leto looked at Gulansi opposite, then stood up and walked to the sand table, pointing to the undulating hilly terrain.

"We need twelve land cruisers."

"Each one is pulled by a dragon lizard, leading the way in front of the battle group. As long as we give an order, we will step over the dead corpses of the enemy without any hindrance."

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

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

"Then we will burn this place to ashes," Meira said confidently before Gulans spoke.

"Use the black gunpowder that the empire had previously reserved to completely bury the rebels in the Lokronde Plains."

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 ore and saltpeter."

He shook the wine in his glass and showed a hint of disappointment: "You will bury the empire's black powder resources with your own hands."

"My Chapter remains brave,"

Yonath, who was hiding in the shadows, spoke coldly. Under the contrast of his Shurima skin, the surrounding shadows seemed brighter.

"Your Majesty, I will lead my fleet soldiers to enter the Rocklund Plains after sunset."

"Whether it's clean or beautiful, it doesn't matter. We will completely slaughter the rebels."

Swain nodded slightly, his eyes falling on Gulans who had remained silent: "What are your plans?"

"Haha!" Gulans laughed softly and looked at Yonath in the shadow.

"I was really worried for a little while, afraid that you might actually find a way to win."

Suddenly!

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

Gulans 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 and said 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?"