The Glory of Noxus

Fenglian Town, late at night.

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

The streets were deserted and the lights were dim.

In today's small town that lacks defensive strength, basically no one would choose to come 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 leader of the caravan disappeared for no reason, and Fenglian Town unexpectedly suffered a terrorist attack.

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

"Are you sure it disappeared?"

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

Some of them are caravan guards, some are caravan grooms, and one is a sturdy caravan cook.

Although their identities are different, they seem to be very familiar with each other.

"I'm sure, we have already arranged for people to go out to search, but at the end of the day, there are no clues." The caravan groom wearing linen clothes said.

"And based on the remaining traces, Camas disappeared before we fell into unconsciousness last night."

"Damn Camas, you stay here for so many days just to make extra money."

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

"Our plans will be seriously affected."

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

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

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

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

The caravan driver was silent for a while, staring into the eyes of the caravan guard, and told him the information he had compiled.

"lie?"

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

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

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

"Yes, what a terrorist attack, it's clearly an extraordinary battle."

The caravan driver stretched out his fingers and tapped on the table, looking coldly at the silent town outside the window.

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

"Magic that covers a small town"

The caravan groom looked disappointed, turned to look at the guards and cooks in front of him, and spoke in a solemn voice.

"This kind of power has surpassed most heroes, even reaching..."

"Legendary Limits!"

legend!

The caravan guards and caravan cooks fell into silent silence upon hearing this.

The plan they implemented this time only involved the power of a normal extraordinary person, and did not reach the level of a hero.

Not to mention the legend recorded in many myths and rumors.

Silence prevailed, and the dim light reflected a few ordinary faces.

"Then shall we go to the capital of Demacia?" the caravan chef asked.

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

"Camas has disappeared, plans have been thwarted, and my recommendation is to suspend them."

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

"Let's go to the center of the town and have a look." The caravan groom responded.

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

"We might be able to collect some remnants of magical energy there."

After saying that, the caravan driver laughed at himself: "There may be unexpected gains, allowing us to deal with the existence behind the chamber of commerce."

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

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

The caravan guard was moved and made a decision.

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

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

"End it early and leave early. The Kingdom of Demacia is threatening to fall into chaos."

Demacia Garrison is located in the center of Fenglian Town.

The once majestic building complex has been reduced to ruins after the fierce battle last night.

What used to be gray and white buildings are now only ruins.

The collapsed walls seemed to have been burned by flames, with dark marks all over them.

The dome was directly shattered, and together with the windows, turned into rubble and dust, covering the broken ground.

Perhaps after being cleaned by the residents of the town, the ruins looked a little tidy.

Under the dark night.

The dilapidated and desolate ruins welcome uninvited guests.

The disguised Piltover caravan personnel walked in quietly.

Ding!

The sound of metal instruments starting up sounded, and a flash of red light swept across the ruins.

"Information confirmed, no one is on alert."

The caravan driver calmly and calmly operated the precision instrument in front of him, flipping the red and blue switches skillfully.

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

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

They each commanded their masked subordinates and began to search along the ruins.

Everyone knew it before they came over.

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.