The Glory of Noxus

"People from the Noxian Empire?"

Silas stopped when he heard this, his expression condensed, and he thought of his layout in Forsbarrow Town.

He quickly opened the letter and read it carefully.

Then, on the first line of the letter, Silas saw the news of Galen's fall in the town of Forsbarrow, as well as the fearless Vanguard Legion squad.

At the same time, two days ago, Mithril City had secretly mobilized the nearby Demacia Legion and disappeared from the sight of intelligence personnel.

According to many clues left behind, it is suspected that he is going to the town of Forsbarrow.

"Haha, God is really helping me!"

Silas chuckled, recalling the accident he had suffered in Forsbarrow.

"The demonic power of the eternal nightmare is not so easy to deal with."

Even after hundreds of years passed.

The remaining demonic power of the Eternal Nightmare Nocturne still poses a fatal threat to Silas, almost causing him to sleep in a terrifying nightmare forever.

"I will never forget the beatings and humiliation I suffered in the dark cell." Silas clenched his fists and made a secret decision.

Galen Crownguard.

He is the almost confirmed heir of the Crownguard family, and no one can challenge his position.

Even if it is the only glimmer of light in Silas's heart——

Laxana Crownguard.

"So, the military power near Mithril City has been weakened to the maximum extent."

Silas's heart was surging, and he couldn't wait to start the action and go straight to Huanglong.

But he finally suppressed his inner impulse and continued reading the letter.

"Do those dirty hyenas smell magic too?"

Silas looked gloomy and saw the news about the demon-seeking army in the letter.

In Mithral City and nearby towns, magic-seeking investigators appear frequently and begin investigating recent dangerous incidents involving dark magic.

"Haha, it doesn't matter, I'll just wipe you all out."

Silas, who grew up in the small town of Biangou, is a true Demacian.

Even though he was born into a poor family in the Kingdom of Demacia, Silas still adheres to the principles of hard work, self-discipline and diligence.

Until Silas discovered that he was a demon.

Although his parents were of low status, they firmly supported the Kingdom of Demacia.

When they discovered that their son was "tainted with demons", they persuaded Silas to surrender to the demon seekers immediately in order to reduce the punishment.

With Silas's consent, the Demon Seekers discovered that the boy had the uncanny ability to sense magic, and used him to find mages in every kingdom and city-state.

For the first time in his life, Silas felt useful.

He resolutely carried out his mission and hoped to remain loyal to the country throughout his life.

He is proud, but also lonely——

He has no contact with anyone except his own discipline.

During his long mission to help the magic seekers search for mages, Silas realized that magic was far more common in Demacia than it cared to admit.

Fate is so ridiculous sometimes.

Silas resolutely helped the demon seekers, but in a dangerous incident, he met a demon-stained man of humble birth.

When Silas discovered that the Devil-Tenderer was just a little girl.

He felt sympathy and wanted to protect the girl from the demon seekers, but accidentally touched her skin.

In an instant, the girl's magic power poured into Silas's body like a wave.

But he didn't kill him!

Instead, it spurted out uncontrollably from Silas' palm.

This was a talent that he himself was not aware of, but it resulted in the worst results.

Including his discipline, three people lost their lives because of this accident.

Silas knew that he would definitely be judged by the demon seekers. The thought of being imprisoned in a dark prison filled him with fear, and he began his own escape.

But the Kingdom of Demacia is, after all, a forbidden place for magic.

Silas was wanted and became one of the most dangerous mages in Demacia.

It goes without saying that when the demon searchers found him, they showed no mercy at all.

Although Silas was a minor, his sentence was life in prison.

"Fifteen years of darkness, torture day and night." Silas faced the cold wind of the mountains and recalled his humiliating life.

"The beginning of my eternal farewell to the prison."

"There will be no more kings in Demacia, no more queens, no more demon seekers."

However, Silas’s lofty ideals have not yet had time to express themselves.

At the end of the letter, he saw a request for a meeting from the Noxian Empire.

After Silas read it carefully, he looked slightly hesitant.

The hatred between the Kingdom of Demacia and the Empire of Noxus has lasted for hundreds of years.

Even with his own prestige, he could not erase the deep-rooted hatred of the lawless men under his command for the Noxus Empire.

Especially for his perfect plan for Forsbarrow Town, he also arranged for the Noxus Empire to fall in with their people.

"Promise them to meet outside Mithril City in two days."

Silas's eyes flickered, he turned around, stared at the old mage waiting in front of him, and finally made up his mind.

Although he is full of confidence in this operation, there is no guarantee that it will be 100% successful.

With the assistance of the Noxus Empire, the success rate will undoubtedly increase.

Under the afterglow of dusk.

The stretching mountains of ice and snow look cold and mysterious.

Silas led the outlaws on their way through the rugged mountain roads.

Wearing heavy clothing and hoods, they were fully armed to withstand the cold climate of the North.

And above the heads of the team, a dim, pale mist lingered, almost blending in with the surrounding mountain environment, hiding everyone's figures.

Silas looked up at the sky, his blue eyes ignoring the fog and looking at the clouds vigilantly.

Occasionally, there will be Demacian dragon and bird knights soaring in the clouds, but they are never aware of the movement in the mountains.

Time passes slowly.

Silas and the Outlaws moved forward in silence.

Their steps were light but firm, crossing the snow-covered valleys and climbing steep slopes, approaching the area near Mithril City step by step.

"Give me my order and rest where you are for a while."

In a sunken valley, Silas looked back at his panting subordinates behind him and gave instructions to Evel beside him.

"Okay." Ewell replied.

Then he quickly walked towards the team and conveyed Silas's order.

After everyone rested in place, Silas walked towards the back of the team.

What appeared in front of him was a battle group that was completely different from the Kingdom of Demacia. They were tall and strong, covered in thick fur clothing, and the weapons in their hands were mostly made of steel and bone.

The ruthless raiders of the Freljord!