The Glory of Noxus

Noxus capital.

The cold winter wind invaded the ancient palace buildings, but it could not suppress the crows that were scattered all over the corners of the capital.

In the middle of the night, the streets and alleys were still bustling and noisy.

The crows waved their black wings, left the eaves, crossed the turbid clouds, and hid their red eyes in the night.

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

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The whistling wind rose and blew away the clouds.

The crows 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 turned from extreme speed to stillness, which made people feel that time was frozen at this moment.

It stood quietly on the palm of the hand, and its bloody red eyes flashed with a faint glow, as if conveying a message.

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

The bright moonlight stained his clothes and armor, and Swain stared at the blood-red pupils of the Crow Eater, taking all the images and words he saw into his mind.

Glass lights, noble ball.

Those seemingly unrelated characters crossed each other in the shadows at the edge of the dance floor.

On the surface, they were bright and beautiful, and their identities were prominent, but in fact, they had ulterior motives.

Swain calmly looked at the lake, and the details of everyone in the ball fell into the eyes of the Crow Eater outside the window.

The beautiful music was mixed with whispers and laughter, telling the nobles' wantonness.

However, these sounds were extremely harsh when they entered Swain's ears.

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

In the dim environment, they took out the hidden magic items, concealed their breath, and carefully observed the patrol of the Cuifa Legion.

Their movements were smooth and secretive, and every move was extremely cautious and well thought out, as if they were pre-designed.

"Tsk tsk!"

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

"What a familiar method, the secret agents and spies of the Black Rose."

"Looking at their movements, it seems that they have already seen through the patrol time of the soldiers of the Trifarian Legion, and cleverly avoided the sight of the secret sentries."

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

Yes, everything began to become clear.

"Sure enough, leading you to the northern border was a secret plan of Leblanc." Swain thought in his heart, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Leblanc's eyes were both an open plot and a conspiracy.

She was sure that the empire would not allow the northern border to fall into a corrupt situation.

As his thoughts turned, Swain already understood the open plot of Leblanc and the Black Rose.

This is a well-designed trap, aimed at weakening the defense of the imperial capital by causing chaos in the north.

"A thousand-year plan, who would be willing to give it up?"

Swain shook his head slowly, walked out of the palace that symbolized power, and walked towards the noble castle in his memory along the picture he saw.

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

After a cup of tea.

Wrapped in an old coat, Swain looked at the magnificent and luxurious noble castle in front of him, and smelled the faint extraordinary breath in the air.

In the castle, the lights were bright and the music was lingering.

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

As Swain was walking, the departing raven took away his order.

Near the current castle, there were already soldiers of the Trifari Legion waiting silently.

The leader was Draven, who was wearing wolfskin mail and carrying a flying axe half a man high on his shoulder.

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

"Your Majesty Swain, everything is ready."

Hearing this, Swain's eyes turned and fell on the shadows of the street.

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

They were wearing dark armor, holding sharp weapons, and looking at him 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 soldiers of the Trifarid Legion behind him.

With Draven's order, the door of killing suddenly opened.

The noble banquet, which was originally filled with pleasant music, suddenly poured into a touch of dark fuel, turning the peaceful and peaceful scene into a purgatory on earth.

The soldiers of the Trifarion Legion rushed towards the panicked nobles who were questioning them loudly.

The flash of swords and the shadow of swords suppressed the glass lights hanging from the dome, and the bloody nightmare came crashing down.

In an instant, screams and wails came one after another, wiping out the laughter and joy of the past.

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

Swain stood alone in the same place, watching everything calmly.

He had no mercy or sympathy in his heart.

The depravity and corruption of these nobles had already doomed their demise, and he was just accelerating this process.

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

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

However, the appearance of the Shadow Island Passage completely wiped out his inner sympathy.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

After enjoying a hearty killing, Draven stepped on the blood and came to Swain and asked.

"What to do next?"

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

The area around the castle has long been controlled, and no one is allowed to approach without his warrant.

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

It is even more critical than the overnight coup that replaced it.

Swain's choice is simple.

It would rather kill by mistake than destroy the Black Rose spies hidden in the capital.

"I can only say I'm sorry." Swain retracted his gaze.

Facing the rolling torrent of the empire, anyone who tries to stop the chariot will be crushed.

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

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

Hearing Gulans Castle, Draven's fanatical expression dissipated, and a trace of solemnity floated in his eyes.

As the Black Rose suffered a heavy blow, Gulans's identity was completely revealed.

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

The Black Gunpowder Plan came from the hands of Gulans and the Black Rose.

"I understand!"

Draven nodded, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Swain frowning.

Before he asked, Swain's figure melted into the night and disappeared like a ghost.

There are crows that die!

Through induction, Swain saw the final location, which was Gulans Castle.

"Who shot it?"

Swain clenched the devil's hand, and the excitement that suddenly appeared in his heart made him unable to stop.

As the emotions surged, darkness responded to the call around him and above his head.

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

It only took a moment.

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

"It's here!"

Swain stopped and found the place where the ravenous crows died based on the last lake surface.

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

Obviously, the person who made the move in secret was not simple. He was very familiar with Swain's ability and avoided leaving any traces.

Swain's eyes flickered, and his vision passed over the narrow eaves and looked at the castle close at hand, thinking secretly.

Someone was testing the defense of the Castle of Granth, but unexpectedly encountered the falling ravenous crows.

Before the contact, the person in the dark had to make a move and instantly wiped out the ravenous crows.

"His goal is not only the Castle of Granth, but also the Soul Shaft in the back garden."

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

The night fell, and the cold wind howled.

The heavy iron gate rose up, under the fanatical eyes of the soldiers of the Trifarion Legion.

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

The flowers and plants that used to be gone, what appeared in front of him were a series of interlocking, colorful rune arrays.

The core of the array was the Soul Shaft.

Even in the middle of the night, there were still many war masons and black magicians conducting research, extracting materials from the Shadow Isles, hoping to find a way to isolate the erosion of the shadows.

Swain's arrival attracted attention.

While nodding to everyone, he stepped on the stone steps and entered the bottom of the Soul Shaft.

The mottled light swayed, and the exquisite array engraved on the wall of the well came into view.

The rune array in front of him represents the highest level of the Noxian Empire, and is composed of nearly ten small rune arrays.

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

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

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

In the space channel connecting the Shadow Isles, the accumulated shadow mist slowly eroded the array with the attitude of water dripping through stone.

This is also the reason why war masons and black magicians study shadow mist.

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

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

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

Apart from this, it is like an ordinary object, quietly suspended in the air.

"The coordinates of the underworld!"

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

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

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Swain was surprised and turned around quickly, looking at the rune array on the wall of the well.

He just noticed that the rune array was trembling slowly, making a whine of being unable to bear the weight.

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

"At this point in time, time is not waiting for me!"

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

Huh!

After stabilizing the rune array, Swain exhaled 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 looked at the northern stars.

"I hope everything will be in time."

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

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

But now, Leblanc has already made a move and started to lay out the Shadow Island Passage and the Underworld Armor again.

But Huo Jixing has not returned yet.

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

Shadow Island, the underworld, the dead souls.

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

"Haha, fate is endless!"

Swain laughed softly. His and Hojixing's plan was not just to guard the Shadow Island Passage.

"Sporadic glimmers."

"Dancing in the ink."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry."

He looked at the edge of the Noxian capital and sang the ancient poems that were circulated.

Freljord, the top of the mountains.

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

Leblanc, wearing a purple gauze dress, stepped on the white snow, and admired the 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. Under her cold temperament, she was buried with the determination to kill the gods.

Thousands of years of hatred, for today.

When Volibear woke up, he was wiped out of consciousness and turned into an ignorant void creature.

"Indeed, what about the void?"

Leblanc came to the top of the mountain and stared at the deep blue figure in front of him that looked like ice.

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

"Do you think I'm right?"

"The war mother of the Frost Guard tribe, the respected Her Majesty Lissandra."

Lissandra heard Leblanc's question and turned around, with a few snowflakes on her gorgeous robe.

She took a light step and walked towards Leblanc.

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

And the scars and holes in her eyes.

"Our deal is over, you shouldn't be here." Lissandra said, her cold tone with a piercing chill.

"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!"