I, Foyego, the most affectionate species in Runeterra

Surrounded by dangerous seas, many allied provinces formed Ionia on a vast archipelago known as the "Land of the First Birth". The search for balance has long been the cultural keynote here, so the boundary between the material and the spiritual realm is also present here, especially in the forests and mountains of the wild.

While the magic of this land can be fickle and the creatures that inhabit it can be dangerous and magical, the inhabitants of Ionia have lived in abundance for the past few hundred years.

The monasteries of martial arts, the militia groups of the provinces, and even the land of Ionia itself were enough to protect the local population.

But everything that was peaceful in the past is over today.

Blood-colored flames rose up into the sky, printing the clouds in the sky red.

On the peaceful earth of the past, the crying and howling are endless.

Unarmed, ragged people could be seen everywhere being driven around by soldiers in black armor to assemble in the center of the island.

Behind them are homes burned by merciless fireworks.

From time to time, you can also see some remnants of "luck" slipping through the net by imperial soldiers and then stabbed to death in this land they love so much.

In less than three days, the iron hoof of the empire had already broken through the easternmost province of Ionia, Philore.

Next, the civilians of the entire Philol will be gathered in specific locations and under the direct jurisdiction of the Empire.

It was not until the Empire completely conquered all of Ionia and re-established new cities.

During this period, whether you can survive under the control of the empire depends on luck.

Ionia is not so much a continent as an archipelago of many islands.

Each island is a "province" of Ionia.

This independent island, called Filor, is located across the sea from the entire Ionian continental plate and at the mouth of the rivers of the entire province of Veenery.

Therefore, after controlling Philol, the empire could even go directly inland along Wernerly's caliber to the sea.

Even direct access to Precidine, the capital of Ionia.

Of the many archipelago provinces of Ionia, Werneri alone occupies the general area of Ionia.

The province of Werneri plays a pivotal role in this country.

At the same time, the capital of this loose tribal confederation country, Presidian is also located in the middle of the province of Wernerly.

At this moment, the great army of the empire has successfully landed in Philoer, and uses this independent island outside the entire continent of Ionia as a base point, ready for the next step of expansion.

At the moment, Philol's easternmost operational command.

The Noxus generals who participated in the Ionian Crusade gathered to discuss what strategy to adopt next.

During the dinner, everyone was a little silent.

This silence is not because of the great casualties and costs of taking Philol, but because it is really ... Too easy.

Easy to......... The imperial generals were a little incredulous.

It was precisely because of this that the generals present at the moment did not know what to say.

Because at this moment, the feeling that the Ionians bring to the imperial army is a group of war scum, no matter how they fight, they can win.

They could not even organize effective resistance, and their combat effectiveness was alarmingly poor.

In fact, the only thing that can be called an "army" in Philore is the militia regiments in the villages of Philol.

Most of the members of these "militia groups" are just some village warriors or monks who have practiced martial arts.

These village braves may be okay in terms of martial arts alone, but you must know that this is war.

Under the cooperation of the imperial soldiers, it was almost only three or two strokes before it was directly defeated.

In fact, on the entire island of Philol, although there are no legendary powerhouses, the number of golden powerhouses is not very large.

In almost every village, there is a strong man of the golden rank.

However, Ionia's loose political system makes it impossible for these strong people to form effective combat effectiveness in war.

Without exception, all were broken one by one.

Under the swarm charge of the imperial army, the strength of any individual is thin and thin.

Of course, the strong ones above the legend are excluded.

In the case of Philol, the island does not even have a unified centralized body.

The places where the people live here are large and small.

In the village, elders such as "clan elders" and "elders" govern everything in the village.

Matters concerning the entire archipelago and provinces are decided by these "elders" through consultation.

It was precisely because of this loose political system that Ionia almost collapsed in a formal war.

Svein sits on the main throne, on his right hand side is the general Dugar, and on his left is a great magician hidden under a black robe.

This mage is the leader of the Imperial Cabinet Magician Group.

"I think everyone should know the current situation of the war."

"According to Philol, we have now gained a base point for attack."

"Summoning everyone now is to prepare to discuss and arrange the next combat strategy."

Svein said in a calm voice, without any waves in his tone.

He doesn't seem to be the slightest bit happy about what he has achieved.

"Whoosh!"

"Ionia, but that's it."

"In my opinion, it is better to attack on the whole line, it is estimated that it will not be long before you can completely conquer this land!"

Dugar first scoffed, and then said in a voice that didn't care.

"That's right!"

"It's just..."

His words drew the echo of the generals in the audience.

Only what no one noticed was that Dugor's eyes and the leader of the Sorcerer Group made contact in the air.

During the banquet, only Svein frowned.

As a veteran who corrects the battlefield and is known for his wisdom.

Svein felt that things should not be so simple.

After all, Ionia is also famous in the entire Rune Land.

Even in legend, Ionia is "the place where all magic is rooted."

In Svein's expectation, this battle of conquest should not have been so easy.

It's just that........ (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

This is indeed the case.

But for some reason, the uneasy emotions in Svein's heart became more and more obvious.

"In that case, I think it's better to divide the troops."

"That will help us speed up the progress."

During the banquet, a general suddenly spoke.

This is a naval captain under Dugor, and what his words represent is naturally self-evident.

This - I'm afraid this is also the attitude of Dugure.

The words of the naval captain caused the table to fall silent again.

The military power discharged by Noxus this time is not more, not less.

After all, the combat effectiveness of the imperial army has always been fierce, and conquering a continent with 50,000 people can barely do it.

But once the troops were divided.........

The already insufficient force will be even weaker once divided.

"I approve."

This time, it was the leader of the Sorcerer Group who had been hiding in the black robe who agreed.

His unprepared statement may have directly or indirectly affected some people.

After all, the status of magicians within the empire is still relatively high.

This made some army generals hesitate.

Subsequently, the feasibility of the division plan was discussed, and in the end, the majority of the opinion was in favor of the plan to divide the troops to attack.

Finally, everyone's eyes were on Svein's body.

After all, as the commander of the Imperial Expeditionary Force this time, the final decision was still in Svein's hands.

Under everyone's gaze, Svein opened his eyes that had been squinting.

"The plan to divide the troops, I agreed."

Svein's voice still didn't have the slightest mood swing.

But when he heard this, Duguer and the leader of the Sorcerer Group both smiled.

Their purpose was achieved.

At night, Svein illuminated the map in front of him with candlelight, and emotions flashed in his eyes.

In the end, his gaze rested on a place name - Prechdian!

The capital of Ionia and the largest city of Ionia.

Now, Svein has made up his mind that he intends to take Presidian directly!!

At this moment, if others know what Svein really thinks, I am afraid that I will directly exclaim whether Swein 863 is crazy!

There is no doubt that the idea of Svein going straight to Presidian is definitely a dangerous move!

It's a winning strategy.

Generally speaking, only the side that is at a disadvantage in the war will make a risky move to win by surprise.

At this time, Noxus's military strength had the advantage of authority, and according to the current situation, it seemed to be completely enough to push the whole of Ionia.

Presidian is far inland in the Voivodeship of Wernerly, although it is possible to follow the river at the mouth of the sea directly upstream.

But from Philol to Presidian, even if everything goes well, I'm afraid it will take at least a month.

During this period, there are still many uncertainties.

For example, will it encounter a strong blockade, and how long will it take to capture Presidian.

What if you can't attack and are caught between front and back?

These are problems, and they are fatal enough.

But even so, Svein decided to do so.

Because now, his heart is very uneasy!

It was this uneasiness that drove Svein to adopt a quick victory strategy!

If the raid on Presidian is problematic, then I'm afraid the only advantage is - fast!

Once Svein was able to break through Presidian.

First, it will deal a great blow to the morale of the entire Ionia.

Second, it can radiate to all sides according to the central position of Presidian.

In this way, the odds of victory of the empire will increase infinitely.

"Phew!"

Svein let out a heavy breath, his eyes full of wisdom.

His sanity told him that it was a crazy decision.

But something seemed to tell him that if he didn't, the end that awaited him would be even crazier.

On board the warships on the coast of Philol, a secret gathering is taking place at this moment.

And the initiator of the rally was none other than General Dugur ....... As well as the commander of the Sorcerers' Regiment.

On the deck above the warship, there was a jubilation at this moment.

And in the cabin of the warship, there is a different picture.