The Glory of Noxus

Dark night.

The dim starlight is hidden in the clouds.

The tall tower in the distance stands alone, looming in the hazy night.

when!when!when!

Suddenly.

The deep bell rang, breaking the tranquility of the night.

The lingering bells are melodious and far-reaching, seeming to come from ancient times, and also seem to be a prelude to the future.

Underneath the Immortal Fortress, in the dark tunnel.

There was a tall figure wearing a black robe, holding a dimly lit lantern and walking slowly forward.

He was very familiar with the layout of the tunnel and kept pace.

After a cup of tea.

The black-robed figure came to the innermost part of the tunnel, and a huge stone door appeared in sight.

Contrary to what most Noxians know, the Fortress is not a monument.

Unlike the memories of the ancient tribe, it is not just a fortress.

From a distance, the huge black stone door looks like a silent ancient beast, falling into eternal silence.

Inside the dark stone doorframe, there is a deeper darkness, swallowing up the brilliance in the tunnel.

On the edge of the giant door, there are inscriptions in Ochen language, and the stone bricks around it are scattered with fragments of bones.

The figure in black robe looked around, waited for a moment, and then entered the huge black door like a huge mouth and came to a wide hall.

In the dark environment, a little bit of light fell from the dome and disappeared into the darkness.

Many mysterious figures appeared around the hall. They appeared and disappeared in a hurry.

The figure in black robe ignored the surrounding environment and entered a pale palace holding a lantern.

There are no decorations on the halls and walls of the pale palace, making it look simple and solemn.

On the top stone seat, a woman wearing a white veil sat, with a black mask on her face, mysterious and noble.

Her figure exudes a cold temperament, as if she is isolated from the world and guarding the secrets of this palace alone.

The figure in black robe put down the lantern in his hand, knelt on the ground, and spoke respectfully to the woman on the stone seat, with a hint of awe and piety in his voice.

"The two little guys of the Varrokan family fell into the trap of the Faceless Men. Their operation failed and they were captured by the soldiers of the Trifari Legion."

"Swain and Darius mobilized the battle groups near the Immortal Fortress to block the streets."

"Our plans for the Digfort fell through."

In the empty palace, the voices of the black-robed figures echoed, in stark contrast to the silence around them.

"Casimard, get up." The pale lady spoke softly, with an unmistakable command in her tone.

"I know that the Gulans family suffered very unfair treatment after the coup."

"Your father and his brothers were suppressed by Swain and lost everything they owned."

"But you shouldn't be in such a hurry."

Casimal didn't dare to look up, thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and wet his eyes, but he didn't dare to make any illegal move.

The pale lady was about to say something when she seemed to notice some movement. She stood up and looked outside the palace, and saw a ray of light like blood descending.

"Go back to your post." The pale lady said solemnly, her eyes flashing.

"Swain must step down. The Black Rose is determined to achieve its goals at any cost."

"Follow your will." Casimard finally moved his body and slowly left the palace.

After he walked out of the palace and came to the hall, he breathed a sigh of relief and took out the wolf spirit statue hanging around his neck.

According to ancient Valoran custom, death has two sides, one and the other.

The sheep spirit represents a quiet death, while the wolf spirit represents a brutal ending.

In Noxus, an empire that worshiped strength, the latter was worshiped as a majestic and dignified way.

In the silent pale palace.

The pale lady stepped off the stone seat, strolled to the door, and waited quietly.

Da da! Da da!

After a while.

The sound of light steps broke the silence in the palace.

When the pale lady heard the news, she saw a noble young man wearing brocade clothes walking over, his long hair as bright as blood.

"Vladimir, long time no see."

The noble young man raised his bloody eyes and looked at the pale lady in front of him with a solemn expression.

"We haven't seen each other for a while."

"I came to the Immortal Fortress some time ago and met with Swain, but you were not there."

The pale lady came over, and the two walked side by side deeper into the palace.

"I heard one of your bodies was destroyed?"

"It's just a half-finished body." Vladimir chuckled softly, his blood-red eyes filled with meaning.

"But I got a piece of news about the protoss genius. It seems that there is no record of Black Rose?"

"This is somewhat inconsistent with Black Rose."

The pale lady didn't care about the ridicule in Vladimir's tone and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"There have been problems in several laboratories recently, causing the secret society to suffer a lot of losses, which may lead to some mistakes in the work."

The pale lady paused and continued: "The star spirit genius you mentioned is named Huo Jixing, right?"

"He has returned to the capital and seems to have a breakthrough in strength. Don't suffer any more losses."

Vladimir nodded slightly and stated his position directly.

"I'm here for him, but with Swain here, it's not easy to do anything."

Since the Blood Cliff incident, the Scarlet Secret Society suffered heavy losses under the purges of Swain and Darius.

He also had a vague idea of ​​Swain's true strength.

"Do you want me to take action?"

The Pale Lady guessed Vladimir's purpose, but he was destined to return in vain.

"I can't take action at the moment."

Vladimir frowned and looked at the pale lady beside him. He was about to speak, but after turning a corner, he swallowed his words.

Vladimir and the pale lady stopped in front of a huge well glowing green, looking down.

Great well of soul!

One of the greatest magical products of the Black Rose.

The green well dug into the bedrock beneath Noxus, far deeper than the size of the fortress could accommodate.

Cold blues and suspicious greens merged into a billowing miasma that swirled far below, reflecting the three bridges that spanned the gorge.

Beneath the bridge, on the crazy whirlpool.

A huge, terrifying humanoid shadow hung in the air, unmistakable to any Noxian.

A pair of lifeless armor is bound to be mentioned in every history book.

In the old city outside the capital, there were thousands of statues of it, all of which had their faces smashed off.

"Do you feel it?" The pale lady's eyes fell to the edge of the giant well.

Incredibly rich and majestic magic power condensed in the giant well, causing the surrounding space to groan under pressure, and even the slightest cracks in the space could be seen.

"Is he coming back?"