The Glory of Noxus

The capital of Noxus.

The cold winter wind attacked the ancient palace complex, but it could not suppress the flocks of crows that roamed all over the capital.

Late at night, the crisscrossing streets and alleys are still bustling and noisy.

The ravenous crow flapped its jet-black wings, left the eaves, flew over the turbid clouds, and its deep red eyes were hidden in the night.

As the towering palace came into view, the figure of an old noble was reflected in the cold pupils of the Crow Eater.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The whistling wind blows away the clouds.

The gluttonous crow suddenly turned into lightning, split the heavy clouds, fell from the sky, and landed accurately on the white jade balcony.

The cold wind blew up the gray hair, and the crows that were eating frantically changed from being extremely fast to being still, making people feel that time had frozen at this moment.

It stood quietly on the palm of the hand, its blood-red eyes flashing with a hidden light, as if conveying a message.

"Is this... can't you help it?"

The bright moonlight stained his armor. Swain stared into the blood-red pupils of the Crow of Rage, taking in all the images it saw and the words it heard into his mind.

Glass lights, aristocratic ball.

Those seemingly unrelated characters intertwined in the shadows at the edge of the dance floor.

On the surface, she looks glamorous and has a prominent status, but in fact, she has ulterior motives.

Swain calmly scanned the lake, and every detail of every person at the party fell into the eyes of the ravenous crows outside the window.

The beautiful music was mixed with whispers and laughter, telling of the nobility's wantonness.

However, these sounds sounded extremely harsh to Swain's ears.

Then, these people left the ball and walked into the dark and narrow road, approaching the Castle of Gunlans.

In the dim environment, they took out the hidden magic items, concealed their breath, and carefully observed the patrol situation of Cui Lifa's army.

Their movements were smooth and stealthy, each action extremely cautious and well thought out, as if they had been planned in advance.

"Tsk tsk!"

Seeing the scene in his mind, Swain first frowned, then laughed softly.

"What a familiar method, the Black Rose's agents and spies."

"Looking at their movements, it seems that they have already known the patrol schedule of the Trifarii Legion soldiers and have cleverly avoided the sight of the sentries."

Swain watched everything indifferently, gently stroking the raven, and recalling the conversation he had with Huo Jixing before he left.

Yes, everything is starting to become clear.

"Sure enough, Leblanc's secret plan was to lead you to the northern border." Swain thought to himself, with a slight smile on his face.

The look in Leblanc's eyes was both an open plot and a secret plot.

She was certain that the empire would not allow the northern border to fall into decay.

As his thoughts turned, Swain had already understood the conspiracy of LeBlanc and Black Rose.

This was an elaborate trap designed to weaken the defense of the imperial capital by causing chaos in the north.

"It's been a thousand years of planning. Who would be willing to give it up?"

Swain shook his head slowly, walked away from the palace that symbolized power, and walked towards the noble castle in his memory following the scene he saw.

The cold winter wind blew across his face, blowing up his gray hair and revealing a pair of cold red eyes.

After a cup of tea.

Wrapped in an old coat, Swain looked at the magnificent and luxurious aristocratic castle before him and smelled a faint transcendent scent in the air.

Inside the castle, the lights were bright and the sound of music filled the air.

The grand banquet was still in full swing, and the nobles were still immersed in a world of decadence and extravagance, completely unaware that death was quietly approaching.

As Swain approached, the departing raven took his orders.

Near the castle now, soldiers of the Trifarii Legion have already been waiting silently.

Leading the way was Draven, who was wearing wolfskin mail and carrying a flying axe half a man's height on his shoulder.

He spotted Swain from a distance, stepped over immediately, and spoke respectfully.

"Your Majesty Swain, everything is ready."

Hearing this, Swain's gaze turned and fell towards the shadows of the street.

Compared with the prosperity in the castle, elite soldiers of the Trifarii Legion were standing in the cold streets.

They were wearing dark armor, holding sharp weapons, and looking at them with burning eyes.

Swain nodded, indicating that he could start the action.

Draven understood instantly, turned around quickly, and waved to the hungry and thirsty Trifarii Legion soldiers behind him.

As Draven gave the order, the door of killing suddenly opened.

The aristocratic banquet that was originally filled with pleasant music was suddenly filled with a touch of dark fuel, turning the peaceful and harmonious scene into a hell on earth.

The soldiers of the Trifarii Legion rushed towards the panicked nobles who were loudly questioning them with cold looks.

The flashes of swords and sabers suppressed the glass lights hanging from the dome, and a bloody nightmare came crashing down.

In an instant, screams and wails rang out one after another, wiping out the earlier laughter and joy.

Blood stained the gorgeous carpet red, corpses piled up like mountains, and the former glory and dignity were ruthlessly trampled and destroyed at this moment.

Swain stood alone, watching everything calmly.

There was no mercy or sympathy in his heart.

The depravity and corruption of these nobles had already doomed them, and he was merely accelerating the process.

In fact, as early as when he launched the coup, he had already understood that if the empire wanted to rise again, it had to be removed from the inside out.

All the previous means of salvation were his promise to the nobles and his final persistence.

But the appearance of the Shadow Island Passage completely wiped out the sympathy in his heart.

Da da! Da da! Da da!

After enjoying a satisfying massacre, Draven walked through the blood and came to Swain and asked.

“What’s next?”

Swain did not answer Draven, but looked at the blood-stained castle quietly, waiting for the last life to pass away.

The area around the castle had already been controlled, and no one was allowed to approach without his warrant.

The current situation of the empire is at the most critical moment.

Even more critical than the overnight coup that replaced it.

Swain's choice is simple.

It is better to kill the wrong person than to destroy the Black Rose spies hidden in the capital.

“I can only say I’m sorry.” Swain looked away.

Faced with the mighty torrent of the empire, anyone who tries to stop it will be crushed.

"Go to Granth Castle." He looked at Draven and left first.

"Before Huo Jixing returns, you will be fully responsible for the security and defense of Gulans Castle."

When he heard about the Castle of Granth, Draven's fanatical expression disappeared, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

As the Black Rose suffered a severe blow, Grans's identity was completely revealed.

He is not only one of the rulers of the old nobility of the empire, but also a core member of the Black Rose, secretly stealing a lot of secret information of the empire.

The black powder plot came from the hands of Grans and the Black Rose.

"I see!"

Draven nodded and was about to say something when he saw Swain's brows furrowed.

Before he could ask, Swain's figure blended into the night and disappeared from his sight like a ghost.

There are deaths of ravenous crows!

Through sensing, Swain realized the final location, which was Granth Castle.

"Who took action?"

Swain clenched the demon's hand, and the sudden excitement deep in his heart made him unable to stop.

As emotions surged, darkness around him and above him answered the call.

Countless ravenous crows followed like shadows, gathered together and turned into a dark torrent.

Just a moment.

Swain's figure appeared near Granth Castle, and the frenzied crows behind him spread to every corner like a tide.

"Here it is!"

Swain stopped and based on the final lake surface, he found the place where the Crow of Rage died.

However, what surprised him was that there was no trace left at the scene and everything was cleaned up thoroughly.

It was obvious that the person who acted secretly was not simple. He was very familiar with Swain's abilities and avoided leaving any traces.

Swain's eyes flickered, and he looked over the narrow roof to the nearby castle, thinking secretly.

Someone was testing the defenses of Grans Castle, but unexpectedly encountered a falling crow.

Just before the contact, the person in the dark had to take action and kill the crow in an instant.

"His target is not only the Castle of Gulans, but also the soul shaft in the back garden."

Swain looked around, suppressed his inner fear and walked towards Granth Castle.

Night falls and the cold wind howls.

The heavy iron gate rose upward, under the fanatical gaze of the Trifarii Legion soldiers.

Swain paced forward, seemingly slowly, but like a ghost he floated to the back garden of the castle.

The flowers and plants that once existed are gone, and what appears before our eyes are a series of interlocking, colorful rune arrays.

The core of the magic circle is the soul well.

Even late at night, there are still many war masons and black magicians conducting research and extracting substances from the Shadow Island in the hope of finding a way to isolate the shadow from invading.

Swain's arrival attracted attention.

He nodded to everyone and walked up the stone steps to the bottom of the soul shaft.

The mottled light flickered, and the exquisite magic circle engraved on the wall of the well came into view.

The rune array in front of him represented the highest level of the Noxian Empire and was composed of nearly ten small rune arrays.

The most important part is the power of the [Fragment of Reverence] embedded in Swain.

"The power of the Shadow Isles is corroding the rune array."

Through his own power, Swain sensed the situation behind the rune circle.

In the space channel connecting to the Shadow Island, the accumulated shadow mist slowly eroded the magic circle like water dripping through a stone.

This is why Warmasons and Black Mages study Shadow Mist.

Even with the blessing of the [Fragment of Reverence], this rune array cannot withstand the erosion of the shadow mist for long.

Swain's eyes moved and fell on the underworld armor not far from the rune circle.

Ever since Modkaiser escaped into the underworld, this underworld iron armor has only flashed a dim glow in Huo Jixing's hands.

Apart from that, it looks like an ordinary object, quietly suspended in mid-air.

"The coordinates of the underworld!"

Swain's thoughts surged. This underworld iron armor was related to Leblanc's thousand-year plan.

It is also an opportunity for the Black Rose to make a comeback.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Swain uttered a sound of surprise, turned quickly and looked at the rune circle on the wall of the well.

He just noticed that the rune array was slowly trembling and making a wailing sound as if it could not bear the weight.

The sealed Shadow Island passage behind was like a naughty child, gently kicking the wall.

"At this point in time, time is running out for me!"

Swain stepped forward, reached out his hand to touch the rune array, mobilized the power of the [Fragment of Reverence] embedded in his body, and injected it into the array.

call!

After stabilizing the rune array, Swain let out a slightly tired breath.

Before leaving, he looked deeply at the rune array and the underworld armor, his eyes firm.

At the edge of the Soul Shaft, Swain wrapped his old coat tightly and gazed at the stars in the north.

“I hope everything will be in time.”

He had made an agreement with Huo Jixing that after solving the problem on the northern border, Huo Jixing would immediately rush back to the capital.

At that time, the bait cast early will hook the hidden big fish.

But now, Leblanc has already made her move and is once again starting to lay out the Shadow Isles passage and the Iron Armor of the Underworld.

But Huo Jixing has not returned yet.

Swain's pupils reflected flickering stars, and he smelled a hint of disaster.

Shadow Isles, Underworld, Revenant.

It seemed that at this moment, all the chaos was about to overwhelm Noxus.

"Haha, fate never stops!"

Swain chuckled. His and Huo Jixing's plan was not as simple as guarding the passage to the Shadow Isles.

"A few glimmers of light."

"Dancing in ink."

"Busy, busy, busy."

He looked toward the edge of the Noxian capital and sang an ancient poem that was passed down.

Freljord, atop the mountains.

Deep purple thunder streaked across the clouds, shaking up endless snowflakes.

Lovelan was wearing a purple gauze dress, walking on the white snow, admiring the giant thunder bear behind the clouds.

Oh no.

It shouldn’t be the Thunder Bear!

LeBlanc looked at the black liquid on the surface of the old god Volibear's body with interest, and fear flashed in her deep eyes.

“What an unexpected surprise!”

She recalled the Lissandra she had seen in her dream before. Beneath her cold temperament, she hid the determination to kill gods.

Thousands of years of hatred, all for this day.

When Volibear awoke, his consciousness was wiped out, transforming him into an ignorant creature of the void.

"Indeed, what about the void?"

Leblanc reached the top of the mountain, staring at the deep blue figure in front of her that looked like pure ice.

"Our purpose is simple. We just want to get what we want."

"Do you think I'm right?"

"The Warmother of the Frostguard tribe, Her Majesty Lissandra."

When Lissandra heard LeBlanc's question, she turned around, and her gorgeous robe was dotted with snowflakes.

She took light steps and walked towards Leblanc.

The cold wind blew away the long hair, and the sudden lightning illuminated the face full of lines of time.

And scars and holes in both eyes.

"Our deal is over, and you shouldn't be here." Lissandra said, her cold tone chilling.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Lissandra." LeBlanc bowed.

"In fact, I am also very curious about what the scene would be like if the ancient gods fell into the void!"