I, Foyego, the most affectionate species in Runeterra

Foyego looked at the situation on the field, not saying a word on the surface, but there was some secret emotion in his heart.

It seems that Noxus' invasion of Ionia has long been a predetermined result, and it cannot be changed by anyone alone.

And as Noxus's iron hoof began to step into Ionia, the entire Rune Land began to swell.

Over the next decade, endless disputes will erupt.

This is the beginning of a world of great controversy.

Military is always just an extension of politics.

Even in Noxus, this is not unavoidable.

Although the power of the generals is powerful, it is difficult to make a difference without the support of the nobles.

As the generals of the aristocratic faction began to appear to stand for Darkwell, Haas and other commoner factions gradually began to remain silent.

Haas, who originally supported Svein from time to time, is now silent.

Haas and other civilian generals chose to protect their lives, in fact, if they were sensible "seven six zero",

It can already be seen that the current situation is already very bad, which is the general trend.

But even so, Svein had no intention of backing down.

Because he knew that the path chosen by Darkwell was leading Noxus to the abyss.

"Ionia is separated from the mainland of Noxus by a sea."

"And the navy of the empire has always been weak."

"If the empire encounters stubborn resistance at sea, I am afraid that at that time..."

Svein saw that he could no longer shake at the strategic level, and could only analyze the difficulties of invading Ionia from the tactical level.

But as soon as Swei's words came out, a noble general in the audience directly changed his face.

"Nonsense!"

"The Imperial Navy is strong and well-equipped!"

"I don't know what General Svein means by weakness!"

This noble general was the general in charge of commanding the navy, and Svein was undoubtedly revealing his old background by saying this, and he naturally couldn't bear it.

In fact, however, Svein was not wrong.

The Imperial Navy, the combat power is really worrying.

There is a saying circulating among the people of Noxus: "It is better to be the captain of the city defense army than the captain of the navy." "

The reason is also simple.

First, the Noxi people are generally afraid of water, and even on average, not one in a hundred people can swim.

Second, the Imperial Navy has always been the private land of the nobles, and it has long been mothed by the nobles' families.

In addition, the basic policy of the empire is to expand on land, so since the establishment of the navy until now, not even a decent naval battle has been fought.

At most, it is to fight pirates, and often they can't win.

This general is indeed not wrong about one thing, as a navy where the children of nobles gather, the equipment is naturally not said.

Whether it is ships or weapons and armor, the equipment is not bad.

The difference is combat literacy and personnel capabilities.

Seeing the wave of unevenness rising again and again, the more rational generals knew that the general trend was gone.

With the support of the aristocratic faction, Darkwell was more than enough to wage a war of aggression.

Even knowing that the chances of victory in this war were slim, the still rational generals knew that all this could not be stopped.

"Oblivious................"

Suddenly, Darkwell laughed, and the laughter was like the neighing of a crow at dusk, which was extremely ugly.

But under his laughter, the constant quarrel between the banquets gradually subsided.

After seeing that everything returned to silence, Darkwell slowly spoke again, and his dull old eyes flashed with chaos.

"Gee........"

"So be it, lest anyone call me dictatorial."

"Let's have the old rule, vote."

Darkwell said slowly, with a bit of subtle banter in his tone.

He looked at Svein with his eyes like he was looking at a trapped beast that had fallen into a trap.

Seeing this, a bystander Foyego knew that this discussion that decided the fate of the empire was about to come to an end.

Because Svein lost.

Darkwell was waiting for him here in the first place.

Foyego knew nothing about this vote before.

This only shows that even without his vote, Darkwell is sure to get a majority in the meeting.

Svein was not a fool, and he clearly thought of this as well.

His eyes began to sweep over the bodies of the people around him, and his eyes were full of disappointment.

"Vote, I'm in favor of the big general." (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Mars, as the number one horseboy under Darkwell's seat, was naturally the first to stand up and cheer for Darkwell.

"Seconded." X3

Three noble generals belonging to the strength of Black Rose then spoke up to Mars.

So far, it is already four votes.

Svi was completely silent at this time, and there was still the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

Now there are four votes left in the table, and if they all vote against, then there is still a glimmer of life.

But soon reality taught Svein what cruelty was.

"I also seconded."

General Galen, who was sitting at the very end, and also in the very corner, spoke up.

A face full of flattery.

At the critical moment, this wallhead grass unsurprisingly fell to the strong side...........

Of course, behind the scenes, Darkwell had already promised Gallen benefits.

Duckwell's resolution received a full five votes in support, and Svein was already on the move.

Even so, Darkwell still did not give up and cast his attention on the two civilian generals who had been silent.

Darkwell's gaze was full of malice, like a venomous full of ominousness.

"I abstain!"

"I also abstain."

Two civilian generals also gave the answer.

In the end, only Foyego and Svein remained.

Svein's attitude needless to say, at the moment everyone's eyes are focused on Foyego.

Although the general trend is set, Foyego's choice at the moment means his attitude.

Darkwell is taking a stand on him.

Throughout, Foyego was like an outsider in this meeting.

Foyego naturally knew in his heart that this was a normal thing.

After this meeting, Foyego could see it clearly.

The aristocratic forces in Noxus are basically seven seven eight eight that have been corrupted by black roses.

In the future, it is almost possible to directly equate the nobles of Noxus with the black rose.

And right now, Li Ang . Although the identity of Gurez ranks among the imperial elite, it is undoubtedly a fringe of the edge.

From the point of view of identity, Li Ang. Gurez has an aristocratic background and should advance and retreat with the noble faction.

In fact, the generals of the aristocratic faction are all people of Black Rose.

This caused a direct split between Foyego 1.7 and the aristocratic faction.

Even Foyego was able to rise to the throne because of the black rose behind his back.

For the plebeians, Foyego had an aristocratic background and was not trustworthy.

In this way, Foyego was directly put in an awkward position similar to the gallon.

The reason why he can grasp such real power as the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front is nothing more than that he has just made great achievements.

When this influence slowly fades in the future, Black Rose naturally has a way to arch Foyego from this position.

Foyego knew this.

But so what, the identity of a general is just a springboard that Foyego uses to conquer the empire.

Not to mention, the entire empire.

The person Foyego cares about the most, or the only person Foyego thinks is qualified to play against him on the board.

Neither Vladimir and Loveland, and even more so Darkwell and Du. Kekao.

Rather—Svein. Jericho.