I, Foyego, the most affectionate species in Runeterra

Gures House.

These days, Foyego is in a relaxed state, indulging in the gentle countryside of Katerina.

Early in the morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced the darkness of the Rune Lands, a soldier sent a message.

That is, the great general Darkwell convened a meeting of the high command, and asked Foyego to attend the meeting~.

After receiving the news, Foyego had secretly guessed what in his heart.

This storm of the empire is finally about to usher in - the prologue.

Without much hesitation, Foyego set off for the conference.

Chess players will also have a new round of confrontation on the chessboard of the empire.

It's still that long dark table.

During the banquet, a total of five positions were vacant with the main seat.

Eight people have already been seated.

Foyego, on the other hand, took Emistan's place and sat in a seat at the front of a basic platoon, not far behind.

During this time, Foyego looked at the eight generals present.

Svein, Haas, Gallen, and Mars need not say much.

In addition to gallons, Svein is currently in charge of the operation of the command, Haas guards the southern border, and Mars is the deputy to General Darkwell.

In addition, there are four generals Foyego who are not familiar with each other.

These four are just a few pieces that have little impact on this game.

All three of them were filled with the aura of black roses, which should be the dark line of black roses in the command.

The remaining one sat beside Haas, who should also be a general of the civilian faction.

Everyone present did not say a word, and from time to time someone cast their eyes on Foyego's face, looking at this somewhat face-to-face face.

Finally, Darkwell was belated.

And everyone seems to have become accustomed to this.

For the "rare" meeting of commanders held by Darkwell, half of the people at the table still did not know the reason.

Others, on the other hand, have already obtained information in advance.

After sitting down, Dakel has nonsense.

His gaze only lingered on Foyego for a moment before moving back.

And Foyego shook his head when he saw the legendary "great general".

Although this great general Darkwell has legendary strength, the aura on his body is dark and chaotic, and from time to time it is filled with a bit of black rose.

It is obvious that it has been mentally eroded by the black rose, coupled with the increasing aging, the strength is in a stage of rapid decline.

Such Darkwell is obviously not and is not qualified to be a chess player behind the board.

Darkwell apparently turned a blind eye to Foyego, the "newcomer".

He directly chose the theme to start the meeting.

"I summoned you here because I have something to announce."

Darkwell's tone was full of domineering, and his words also made half of the generals in the table frown.

Even if Darkwell is a general, if he does, he should first convene a meeting of commanders to inform the generals.

An order can only be made after deliberation and confirmation.

And at this moment, Darkwell didn't say anything before, and came up in an imperative tone.

This is also clearly not in line with the statutes of the empire.

Among them, Esvein's eyes were the most gloomy.

Darkwell's trip, to say that it is small is to act hastily.

Saying that it is big does not put everyone in the eyes at all.

Even so, the crowd did not interrupt Darkwell, intending to watch before making plans.

"I intend to wage war against Ionia!"

"Conquer it completely!"

"You are summoned here today to discuss the choice of commander."

Darkwell said lightly, and there was still no intention to discuss in his tone.

"What?!"

Several generals who had not known before the banquet gasped one after another.

"Nope!!"

Hearing Darkwell's words, Sveyin shot up directly.

A pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle falcon stared at Darkwell, his eyes full of anger.

"Svein. Jericho, you are presumptuous. "

Darkwell said coldly, and the aura of the great general who had been a great general for many years suddenly burst out, suppressing Svein's momentum back.

The momentum of the two legends collided back and forth in this conference room, making it difficult for some weak generals to breathe. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

The atmosphere between the two was like two lions with the status of a lion king at this moment.

One is the old but still mighty lion king, and the other is a young and strong leading lion.

After a long while, Svein chose to back down.

Because he knew that going down with Darkwell would not lead to anything.

After all, at this moment, Darkwell is still a veritable general of Noxus, and his behavior is the following offense.

"Svein, you have an opinion to ask."

"This is disrespectful to the great general!"

Seeing that Svein took a step back, Mars quickly spoke.

Although these words were on Darkwell's side, they also gave Svein a step down.

"It's me Meng Lang."

Svein also responded with words, knowing that Fang was a little impulsive.

"Hmph!"

Darkwell snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"But even so."

"It is absolutely not okay to use troops against Ionia."

Svein spoke again, still with a strong opposition to Darkwell.

"I second."

"I also seconded."

Haas and the civilian general beside him spoke in solidarity with Svein.

"The Empire is still at war with Demacia and the barbarians of the North."

"To start the war with Ionia again is to fight on three fronts at the same time."

"The Empire absolutely cannot afford such a war."

Svein went on to say that what he said was the most basic thing that everyone knew.

In dealing with the wars launched by Demacia, the empire was already a little stretched.

Not to mention that a third battlefield is now to be opened.

Svein said this to Darkwell, and he was waiting for Darkwell's answer.

Now that the situation was clear, Svein felt that he should also be able to gain the support of the three generals of the noble camp.

Even if you don't support it, you should be silent.

But what happened next made Svein's heart sink to the bottom.

"How? Is this your distrust of the Empire, Svein? "

"Ionia, under the iron hooves of the empire, it will be trampled on in an instant!"

A general from the noble camp suddenly opened fire on Svein and refuted Svein's words.

In this way, Svein's heart became extremely low.

This person's words basically represented the attitude of the entire empire's aristocratic forces, and I don't know when Darkwell actually reached an agreement with the noble faction.

"It is."

"I have long understood that Ionia is nothing more than a loose tribal alliance."

"How can you fight against the army of the Empire?"

"As long as the empire's army can land on Ionia, it will not be an instant to flatten Ionia!"

A general from another noble faction echoed.

Like the general of the noble faction who spoke earlier, this person was also filled with the aura of black roses.