I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

This was certainly not out of consideration for that ridiculous "uncle-nephew relationship".

However, Vladimir cannot allow Foyego to simply disappear until he has figured out the secret of the Holy Water of Life.

Since it concerned the "holy water of life," Vladimir showed no intention of sharing any information with LeBlanc.

The more people who know, the more competitors there are.

Vladimir wasn't foolish enough to let Lalofran join the competition.

As for the rest, none of it mattered to Vladimir at this moment.

He pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it. The scarlet magic transformed into several blood-red bats that flew out of the castle.

Soon after, several people dressed in different clothes appeared in front of Vladimir.

Among them were a magician in a red robe, a general in armor, and a nobleman in fine clothes.

Without exception, they were all core members of the "Crimson Society".

The Crimson Society is a magical society established by Vladimir independently from the Black Rose. The Crimson Society is responsible only to Vladimir.

It is a power unique to Vladimir.

"Go and get ready; I'm planning to get some exercise soon."

Vladimir gave the instructions to the group in a calm tone.

"Yes, Master."

The group quickly bowed their heads in agreement.

The group looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise.

If they remember correctly, it has only been a little over a decade since Vladimir last went out to "get some exercise".

It's still a long way off before Vladimir's next outing.

However, since Vladimir had given such an order, the group had no choice but to obey.

It turns out that every few decades, Vladimir would be active in the upper echelons of the imperial nobility under different identities.

This activity served as both a pastime and a means for him to maintain control of the empire.

Normally, after Vladimir has been active, he will fall into a deep sleep.

He will not make a comeback until the influence of his previous identity has completely faded.

Now, only a little over a decade later, Vladimir's previous identity is still "cooling down."

This is clearly not in line with his usual behavior.

This is also why these key members of the Crimson Society were surprised.

Vladimir never liked people talking nonsense, so the others didn't dare to ask any more questions and went down to prepare for Vladimir's "resurrection".

After the others left, Vladimir took out a transparent glass bottle containing a little bit of golden liquid.

Looking at the few drops of golden liquid, Vladimir's eyes were filled with longing.

He was determined to obtain the holy water of life!

.373..............

At the center of the Immortal Fortress, a magnificent palace stands proudly.

This is the residence of General Darkwell.

The palace as a whole continues Noxus's dark and flamboyant architectural style, and looks undeniably intimidating.

The palace gates and surrounding areas were filled with warriors of the battle group dressed in black armor.

They guarded the palace day and night, responsible for ensuring the safety of General Darkwell.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the palace, Darkwell sat alone on the throne, his cloudy old eyes fixed on a painting on the wall.

The painting depicts a middle-aged man in black armor sitting on an iron throne, receiving the worship of his subjects.

Darkwell stared blankly at the painting, lost in thought.

The painting depicts the day he was crowned as the ruler of Noxus.

At that time, he was in his prime, exuding an aura of dominance.

And now.........

Darkwell looked at his wrinkled hands and a strand of gray hair at his temples.

His cloudy eyes were filled with fear and resentment.

He can't die yet!

He is the Grand General of Noxus! He still has countless rights and honors to enjoy! How can he lose all of this because of his aging body!

Darkwell is not reconciled!

Therefore, he desires immortality! He wants to rule Noxus from afar.

He would stop at nothing for this.

Chapter 148, A Gaze from Fate

No one in this world doesn't want to live forever.

Unless you are a god, even a legendary peak powerhouse will find it difficult to escape the pursuit of the Death Messenger Kindred.

Darkwell, stripped of his aura, is just a mortal man.

Humans are meant to die.

Now very old, Darkwell has devoted all his energy to the pursuit of immortality.

He was indifferent to everything concerning the empire.

Darius's decision to attack Freljord from the north was also due to Darkwell's orders.

Freljord has always been a magical land, with legends of various gods scattered across this permafrost.

Perhaps on this ancient ice field, there exists a way to sustain life.

Therefore, Darkwill sent Darius to invade Freljord in order to fulfill his desires.

However, the resistance from the northern barbarians is far more resolute and tenacious than Darkwell had imagined.

Even Darius, the empire's invincible general, found himself in a predicament during the war in the north.

In fact, even if we assume that Darius successfully conquers Freljord, there is only a very small chance that he will be able to obtain the method of immortality.

Clearly, Darkwell at this moment had developed a kind of "no madness, no life" attitude.

...........

In his old age, Darkwell spent most of his time staring blankly at the painting opposite the throne.

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Recalling all the glories of the past.

In a daze, Darkwell felt his mind becoming somewhat hazy.

In a daze, he felt that everything in front of him was changing.

The once majestic and dimly lit palace gradually became filled with lush green life, and the surrounding scenery became peaceful, ancient, and traditional.

This is a land full of legends.

But this peaceful scene only lasted for a short while.

Soon, countless soldiers clad in black armor set foot on this land.

Bloodshed and slaughter soon descended upon this peaceful land.

The people of this land, accustomed to peace, did not offer any effective resistance.

Before long, this land was conquered by soldiers clad in black armor.

Soon, old Darkwell's eyes widened in disbelief.

Because he actually saw the young Darkwell, surrounded by a large group of black-armored soldiers, slowly walking towards him from a distance.

Young Darkwell walked up to a towering tree, pried open a branch, took out a crystal-clear object, and swallowed it whole.

In an instant, a mysterious and profound power descended upon the young Darkwell.

From that moment on, young Darkwell's appearance was forever frozen at the moment he swallowed that mysterious object.

He led Noxus in conquests across the land, spreading its dark influence to every corner of Runeterra.

Finally, the young Darkwill ruled over all of Runeterra!

He became the eternal king of Runeterra!

In his excitement, Darkwell suddenly awoke, only to discover that it was all just a dream.