I, Foyego, the most affectionate species in Runeterra

In the palace of Noxus, the great general Darkwell sat alone on the throne, and in front of him was a man dressed in a pitch-black general's costume.

In fact, in the present of the empire.

Most of the twelve generals were divorced from Darkwell and had their own calculations.

But some of the twelve generals were loyal to Darkwell.

General Mars, a general who stood out from the grassroots with his combat exploits, was the one Darkwell pulled up.

Even though Darkwell has passed out, Mars still has a lot of respect for him.

"Mars, how did I do what I asked you to do?"

Darkwell's hoarse, deep voice sounded in the empty palace.

"Don't worry."

"I have dispatched five battle regiments on the southern border, as well as the naval fleet, to the location you specified."

"And did not alarm anyone."

Mars said in a low voice, his tone full of respect.

"You're doing a good job, Mars."

"But these forces are not enough."

Darkwell shook his head and said, the chaos in his eyes flashing.

"The Great General means . . ."

"Drawing troops from the northern and eastern fronts?"

Mar150th asked, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

At present, both the northern and eastern fronts are in a critical period, and the military strength is not large.

"I plan to transfer two battle regiments from the northern front, five battle regiments from the eastern front, and then deploy the two garrison corps in the capital together."

Darkwell suddenly said with some excitement, and the chaos in his eyes turned into a trace of fanaticism.

"This........"

Even Mars, who was a little foolish to Darkwell, frowned a little when he heard this.

Everyone knows the situation of the war in the northern part of the empire.

Dreius's army was now engaged in a fierce battle with the barbarian tribal alliance of Freyrdrand.

The brutality of the battlefield in the north is unimaginable, and Dreius not only has to face the harsh climate of the frostfield.

And fighting alone, he is facing the attacks of barbarians from all sides at any time.

According to war reports, even Dreius himself was captured by the barbarians of the northern territory, and in the end, he himself found the opportunity to kill him back.

The fierceness of the northern front can be seen.

What's more, the empire is now difficult to ride a tiger, and once the war begins, it will never stop regardless of the burden.

And the Eastern Front is not to mention, Demacia has just suffered a defeat, the marshal prince died and was captured.

Moreover, the main forces of Demacia still have combat effectiveness, and they may make a comeback at any time with the help of the momentum of this "mourning soldier".

Not to mention the fifteen battle regiments on the Eastern Front, which suffered more than a third of the casualties in the last big war, are now at best the strength of ten battle regiments.

Just this is to draw half of the troops, which basically belongs to the entire empty Eastern Front.

Darkwell, what do you want to do?

"The northern front is acceptable, after all, only two battle groups have been transferred, and it has not hurt the vitality..."

"But the Eastern Front......... What if Demacia counterattacks? "

Mars was foolish, but he still raised questions.

After all, leaving the threatening Demacia in the east alone, this is the way to death.

Because of the Immortal Fortress, the distance to the Nockmurch Mountains on the eastern front is much closer than expected.

Once the Demacians completely occupied the Nokmurch Mountains, the initiative in the war from now on was really in the hands of the Demacians.

"It doesn't hurt."

"I had a plan."

In the face of Mars's question, Darkwell's complexion did not change in the slightest.

"Please also ask the general to make it clear."

After hesitating, Mars asked again.

And Darkwell apparently did not hide the meaning of this henchman.

"I plan to return that brat from the Light Shield family to Demacia."

"In exchange for a brief peace with Demacia."

"Go down and do this."

A look of indifference flashed in Darkwell's eyes, but it made Mars's body tremble when he heard this.

"This........"

Mars was about to say something when he heard this.

But in the end, he kept silent.

In the thousands of years of the Noxus Empire, (CJAF) has never traded such a compromise for peace. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Even in the early days of the Noxi empire, they never compromised in the face of all kinds of tribulations.

This is the indomitability engraved in the bones of this race.

The land is barren, there are no resources, go and grab it!

Defeated, bruised, just lick the wound in the corner and go back to fighting!

It was in this way that the huge Noxus Empire was eventually established.

And now, Darkwell acted as if he was denying it all.

In this way, how can countless soldiers who have fought for the empire face their glory?

Just like this, the prince of the Light Shield family was handed back, what would the warrior who captured the prince with his own hands think?

Darkwell, really became mediocre.

He is breaking the spine of Noxus!

At this moment, Mars suddenly woke up a little.

But remembering that Darkwell was so kind to him, Mars finally relented.

"Yes....."

Mars's words finally turned into a helpless response.

"Go, do what you're supposed to do."

Darkwell said lightly, no longer looking at Mars on the side, but set his eyes on the opposite side of the throne.

There, there were scenes that haunted him countless times.

After Mars left, Darkwell's eyes gradually became a little confused.

A moment later, Darkwell stretched out the other scroll in his hand, and looking at the contents of it, a trace of jealousy flashed in Darkwell's eyes.

In recent days, the figure of the Ruosho Empire is definitely this person named Li Ang. General of Gures.

And not just because of his outstanding achievements.

The general's high-profile style has become the focus of people's discussion after tea.

Young people have ambitions and walk the streets.

I don't know how many men are jealous and how many girls are attracted to this style.

It's just that few people know that on this cold throne.

How strong the jealousy in the dying Darkwell heart.

No one would have thought that Darkwell, who was at the peak of his power, would be jealous of his generals.

The content of the painting in Darkwell's hand is the scene of Foyego's praise street yesterday.

Looking at the handsome face of the young man in the painting, Darkwell couldn't help but stretch out a hand and put it on his cheek.

The inelastic skin and wrinkles on his face made him shiver.

This made Darkwell's eyes more chaotic and crazy.

He is not willing!

He would never grow old and die so easily, never!

In the dark palace, Darkwell's ugliness was all reflected in the eyes of a woman.

She is standing here, but as if she is outside this space.

The corners of Loveland's mouth drew a seductive smile.

Because once again, she led this huge empire to the quagmire of war.

Now that the tide is over, when Darkwell's last madness dissipates, this pawn will also lose his last role.

Loveland, you need to start looking at what you control next.

Originally Emisten was a good choice, but unfortunately..........

Loveland's figure slowly disappeared in this dark palace.