I, Foyego, the most affectionate species in Runeterra

Even if Svein is still fledgling right now, he is not even Darkwell's opponent.

But Foyego knew that Svein would grow into an extremely terrifying existence.

And the horror of him is not in his strength, but - resourcefulness.

Noxus's invasion of Ionia was Svein. When Jericho was reborn from the ashes.

This experience brought hardship to Svein, but it also transformed Svein.

Seon lost his horse, and he knew that it was not a blessing.

And now, it's time for Foyego to bet on Svein.

"The general and your colleagues are very reasonable."

"I also think that the iron hoof of the imperial army is enough to break through any corner of the Rune Land."

Under everyone's gaze, Foyego showed a faint smile and said unhurriedly.

Hearing Foyego's words, a flash of clarity flashed in the eyes of everyone who was surprised by Virgo.

Darkwell even showed a knowing smile.

He enjoyed the feeling, the thrill of being above everyone.

29 "But. "

Suddenly, Foyego's voice changed, causing everyone's faces to change.

"I think it's definitely the wrong time to invade Ionia now."

"So regarding this offer, I decline."

Foyego still had a faint smile on his cheeks, seemingly unaware of the consequences of his words.

Svein looked at Foyego with surprise.

Originally, at a time when he was already desperate for the Imperial Council, there were still people who would choose to side with him.

Silence, suffocating silence.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Suddenly, Darkwell laughed loudly, and the laughter was full of inexplicable meaning.

Everyone looked at each other, not understanding why Darkwell laughed after being denied.

"Not bad, you're wrong!"

"That's how young you should be."

Darkwell suddenly praised loudly, making everyone more and more confused.

I don't know why Darkwell can still show this expression after being opposed.

"However, being young does not mean that you can act recklessly!"

Darkwell's face was like the weather in June, one second it was still clear, the next second it was lightning and thunder.

The old face of Darkwell ravine was covered with a cold murderous aura, and a legendary level powerful aura mercilessly pressed towards Foyego.

"Boom!!"

But who knows, in the next second, an incomparable momentum burst out from Foyego.

In an instant, everyone in the table seemed to feel that they were being held by a long sword against their throats, and unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat.

Darkwell's momentum was thus dissipated invisibly.

This sharp air became the tone in this room.

Everyone's eyes changed.

The strong, wherever they are, deserve to be recognized.

On the other side, Svein's eyes also changed subtly.

At this moment, he suddenly understood how this young man defeated the fearless vanguard and turned the tide on the Eastern Front.

Everything stems from this strength.

At this moment, in Foyego's body, Svein seemed to see the future of the empire.

With such young people here, why is the empire not happy?

The gloom in Svein's original heart was swept away, and his faith was rekindled,

So Svein began to think about the current situation.

Under the general trend, no one is able to disobey.

That being the case, you can only go with the flow.

"This is the end of the matter, then do as the general says."

Svein suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence of the scene.

At the same time, Foyego also retracted his momentum and sat in his seat without saying a word.

The attitude he showed was enough, and there was no need to continue brushing his presence.

Because in Foyego's plan, Noxus invaded Ionia, which was obviously more favorable to him.

Fang Cai's words were nothing more than taking the opportunity to gain Svein's favor.

As for Darkwell, a dull old dog who occupies the throne.

If it really annoyed Foyego, he wouldn't mind sending him one step ahead.

Svein's compromise gradually restored the atmosphere in the banquet.

But everyone's hearts could not forget the fierce momentum of the young man just now.

No one mentioned everything about Fangcai.

Because if you really want to pursue it, it is indeed Darkwell who acted first, and it is not good to turn over Foyego's back account now. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

It's just that at this time, Darkwell's face is gloomy, and it seems that water can drip out.

At this point in time, he really can't do anything with Foyego.

In the end, this matter can only be stopped.

"That's the way it is."

"This is the strength that the empire is preparing to deploy this time."

Mars informed the generals of his overall plan that Darkwell had informed him in advance yesterday.

"So how are you going to deal with Demacia's counterattack?"

Svein asked slowly, and it was also a question in everyone's hearts.

And Foyego has clearly guessed this.

Foyego sneered in his heart.

Hearing this, Mars set his sights on Darkwell.

It's just that the latter still sits firmly on Mount Tai and has no intention of explaining.

As a "henchman", these back-pot moments at this time need to be borne by Mars.

Announcing this, Mars also knew that it was an extremely dishonorable thing.

He gritted his teeth, but finally spoke.

"Return the prince of Demacia, Gavin IV, in exchange for Demacia's non-war."

As soon as these words came out, Haas and the general of another civilian faction showed a look of humiliation on their faces.

Haas stopped talking, setting his sights on Svein and Foyego.

This kind of behavior is undoubtedly an insult to the martial spirit of Noxus.

The victory won by the blood and sacrifice of countless soldiers on the front line was sent back in this way.

This is an insult to all soldiers on the Eastern Front.

It is also a torment to the glory of 067 Noxus.

Facing Haas's gaze, Svein was a little silent this time.

Because for these generals of the empire, Svein has been completely disappointed.

And Svein knew that even if he spoke up, it still wouldn't change anything.

"Then it's settled."

Duckwell hit the nail on the beaten at this time.

And everyone at the table, only silence responded to Darkwell.

The backbone of the empire was broken by Darkwell himself at this moment.

Suddenly.

"Sting!"

This is the sound of the chair being pushed back.

I saw Foyego suddenly get up and glance at everyone in the table with contemptuous eyes.

Everyone then remembered that this prince of Demacia was captured by him.

"In the future, there will be no need to call me for such meetings."

"It makes me feel ashamed to be at the table with you."

After that, Foyego left here without looking back.

Only everyone was left with a resolute and heroic back.

Everyone looked different, but Svein's eyes had a little appreciation.

Leon. Gures will undoubtedly be the real humerus of the empire in the future.

Svein secretly made up his mind about this judgment.

Only he didn't know that in the direction he couldn't see, a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Foyego's mouth.

In this way, the position and attitude are sufficient.

Svein's good impression is also almost brushed.

This can also be regarded as laying the foundation for subsequent cooperation.