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

But this time, Katrina did not run away.

"Foyago, my king."

"My love, everything I have is already yours."

"Both body and mind."

Katrina looked directly into Foygo's eyes without flinching.

As the night deepened, this bright red imperial rose was completely stained with the colors of shadow.

........

The spring night is short and the day is high, and since then the king will not go to court early.

That's about it...

(I really have nothing to say, I didn't write anything, and even a kissing scene got a chapter banned, that's ridiculous.)

(Sigh, this is getting harder and harder to write about. It's so difficult.)

Chapter 159, He is Breaking the Backbone of the Empire

In the Noxian royal palace, General Darkwill sat alone on the throne, with a man dressed in black general's attire standing before him.

In fact, at this time, the empire is facing a stark contrast between its domestic and foreign borders.

Most of the twelve generals were alienated from Darkwell and had their own agendas.

However, some of these twelve generals remained loyal to Darkwell.

General Mars, a general who rose through the ranks based on his military achievements, was someone Darkwell had personally promoted.

Even though Darkwell had become so incompetent, Mars still held him in high esteem.

"Mars, how are you doing with what I asked you to do?"

Darkwell's hoarse, deep voice echoed through the empty palace.

"do not worry."

“I have already deployed five combat groups on the southern border, as well as the naval fleet, to the locations you have designated.”

"And it didn't alert anyone."

Mars lowered his voice, his tone full of respect.

"You did a good job, Mars."

"But this power is not enough."

Darkwell shook his head as he spoke, a fleeting look of confusion passing through his eyes.

"The General means..."

"Draw troops from the northern and eastern fronts?"

"I ask," Mar383 asked, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Both the northern and eastern fronts are currently at a critical juncture, and military strength is not abundant.

"I plan to draw two battle groups from the northern front and five battle groups from the eastern front, and then transfer the two garrison legions of the capital to them."

Darkwell suddenly spoke with some excitement, the chaos in his eyes turning into a hint of fanaticism.

"this........"

Even Mars, who was somewhat blindly loyal to Darkwell, frowned upon hearing this.

Everyone was well aware of the situation in the Empire's northern border.

Darius's army was currently engaged in fierce fighting with the Freljord's barbarian tribal alliance.

The cruelty of the northern battlefield is unimaginable to ordinary people. Darius not only had to face the harsh climate of the Frost Plains.

Moreover, fighting alone, he was constantly facing attacks from barbarian tribes on all sides.

According to battle reports, Darius himself was even captured by the barbarians of the North, but he eventually managed to fight his way back.

The intensity of the battle on the northern front is evident.

Moreover, the empire is now in a difficult position; once the war begins, it will not stop until a clear winner is decided.

As for the eastern front, it goes without saying that Demacia had just suffered a defeat, with the death of their marshal and the capture of their prince.

Moreover, Demacia's main force still possesses fighting power and could potentially launch a comeback at any time by leveraging this "desperate" momentum.

Moreover, of the fifteen battle groups on the eastern front, more than a third had been killed or wounded in the last major battle, so now they have at most the strength of ten battle groups.

Even so, they still had to divert half of their troops, which basically meant that the entire eastern front was left undefended.

What exactly is Darkwell trying to do?

.............

"The northern front is manageable; after all, only two battle groups were drawn from it, and its strength hasn't been significantly damaged..."

"But what if Demacia launches a counterattack on the eastern front?"

Despite his blind loyalty, Mars still raised questions.

After all, ignoring Demacia, which is full of threats to the east, would be a path to certain death.

Because of the Immortal Fortress, the Nokmoch Mountains on the eastern front are much closer than one might imagine.

Once the Demacians have completely occupied the Nokmerch Mountains, the initiative in the war will truly be entirely in their hands.

"It doesn't matter."

"I had already made up my mind."

Darkwell's expression remained unchanged in the face of Mars's question.

"Please enlighten me, General."

After hesitating for a long time, Mars asked again.

Darkwell clearly had no intention of hiding anything from his trusted confidant.

"I plan to return that kid from the Lightshield family to Demacia."

"In exchange for a brief peace with Demacia."

"Go and take care of this matter."

A hint of indifference flashed in Darkwell's eyes, but it made Mars tremble upon hearing this.

"this........"

Mars seemed hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he remained silent.

Throughout the thousands of years of Noxian Empire history, (chde) has never used such a compromise to achieve peace.

Even in the early days of the Noxian Empire, when they faced countless hardships, they never compromised.

This is the indomitable spirit etched into the very bones of this race.

If the land is barren and there are no resources, then rob it!

If you are defeated and frustrated, lick your wounds in a corner before going back to fight!

This is precisely why the vast Noxian Empire was eventually established.

Now, Darkwell's actions seem to be negating all of that.

How can the countless soldiers who fought for the empire face their glory in this way?

If the prince of the Lightshield family is handed back like this, what will the warrior who personally captured the prince think?

Darkwell has truly become incompetent.

He's breaking Noxus's spine!

At that moment, Mars suddenly realized something.

But remembering Darkwell's immense kindness to him, Mars ultimately relented.

"yes....."

Mars's myriad words ultimately culminated in a helpless reply.

"Go ahead and do what you should do."

Darkwell said calmly, no longer looking at Mars beside him, but instead focusing his gaze on the opposite side of the throne.

There, he had dreamt of countless scenes.

After Mars left, Darkwell's eyes gradually became somewhat unfocused.

A moment later, Darkwell unfolded another scroll beside him, and as he looked at its contents, a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Recently, the most prominent figure in the Ruosuo Empire has undoubtedly been General Leon Gures.

Not only because of his outstanding achievements.