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

The general's high-profile behavior made him the focus of people's conversations.

When a young man achieves success, he struts down the street.

Her beauty has made countless men envious and countless young women fall in love.

What few people know is that on this cold throne...

How intense was the jealousy burning within the heart of the aging Darkwell.

No one would have imagined that Darkwell, standing at the pinnacle of power, would be jealous of the general under his command.

The painting in Darkwell's hand depicts the scene of Fóyégoci walking down the street with his beloved yesterday.

Gazing at the handsome face of the young man in the painting, Darkwell couldn't help but reach out and place his hand on his cheek.

His skin, lacking elasticity and covered in wrinkles, made him shudder.

This made Darkwell's eyes even more chaotic and manic.

He is not willing!

He will never so easily succumb to old age and death, never!

...........

In the pitch-black palace, Darkwell's grotesque behavior was fully revealed to a woman.

She stood there, yet seemed to exist outside of this space.

A seductive smile played on LeBlanc's lips.

Because once again, she led this vast empire into the quagmire of war.

The tide has turned, and once Darkwell's final madness subsides, this piece will lose its last purpose.

LeBlanc needs to start examining the objects she will use to control next.

Amystium would have been a great option, but unfortunately...

LeBlanc's figure slowly vanished in the dark palace.

Chapter 160, A Foreseeable Result

The Gurez family.

These past few days, Fojego has been in a relaxed state, indulging in the gentle embrace of Katarina.

At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight pierced the darkness of Runeterra, a soldier delivered a message.

That was because General Darkwell convened a meeting of the command headquarters, requiring Fioego to attend.

Upon receiving the news, Foygo had already secretly guessed what was going on.

The storm that is brewing in the empire is finally about to begin.

Without much hesitation, Feuergo set off to attend the meeting.

The players will also engage in a new round of battles on the empire's chessboard.

.........

It was still that same long, dark table.

During the meal, five seats, including the head seat, were left vacant.

Eight people have already taken their seats.

Fóyego replaced Emistan, sitting in a position that was neither too close to the front nor too far back.

During this time, Foygo sized up the eight generals present.

Swain, Haas, Galen, and Mars need no further introduction.

Apart from Galen, who does not hold a permanent position, Swain is currently in charge of the operation of the General Staff, Has is guarding the southern border, and Mars is General Darkwell's deputy.

In addition, there were four other generals whom Fóyego was not familiar with.

These four are just a few pieces that have little impact on this game of chess.

Three of them were exuding the aura of Black Rose, which suggests they were Black Rose's moles within the command headquarters.

The remaining person sat next to Haas; he was probably also a general from the populist faction.

The people present remained silent, with some occasionally glancing at Foygo's face, scrutinizing the somewhat unfamiliar one.

Finally, Darkwell arrived late.

And everyone seems to have gotten used to it by now.

Half of the attendees at the "rare" commander-in-chief meeting convened by Duckwell were unaware of the reason for it.

Others, however, had already obtained the intelligence in advance.

After taking his seat, Darkwell didn't waste any words.

His gaze lingered on Foygo for only a moment before shifting back.

When Fóyego met this legendary "Great General," he shook his head in disbelief.

This General Darkwell, despite his legendary strength, possessed a dim and chaotic aura, occasionally tinged with the scent of black roses.

Clearly, he had been severely corrupted by the Black Rose, and coupled with his increasing age, his strength was in a phase of rapid decline.

Darkwell, in this light, is clearly neither a player nor qualified to be one behind the chessboard.

.........

Darkwell seemed to be ignoring Fryego, the "newcomer."

He went straight to the topic of the meeting.

"I have gathered you all here because I have something to announce."

Darkwell's tone was domineering, and his words caused half of the generals present to frown.

Even though Darkwell was a general, he should normally convene a meeting of commanders first and inform all the generals if there was an important matter.

　Only after discussion and confirmation can the order be issued.

At this moment, Darkwell, who hadn't said anything before, immediately adopted a commanding tone.

This is clearly not in accordance with the empire's charter.

Among them, Swain's eyes were the most somber.

To put it bluntly, Darkwell's trip was a hasty one.

To put it bluntly, it means they completely disregarded everyone else.

Even so, no one interrupted Darkwell, intending to observe first before making a decision.

"I intend to wage war against Ionia!"

"Completely conquer it!"

"I have summoned you all here today to discuss the selection of a commander."

Darkwell said calmly, his tone still showing no intention of negotiating.

"what?!"

Several generals who were unaware of the situation beforehand gasped in surprise.

"no!!"

Upon hearing Darkwell's words, Swine slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

A pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes stared intently at Darkwell, filled with shock and anger.

“Swein Jericho, you’ve gone too far.”

Darkwell spoke coldly, his aura as a general, accumulated over many years, suddenly bursting forth and suppressing Swain's momentum.

The two legendary figures clashed back and forth in the conference room, making some of the less capable generals feel a little breathless.

The atmosphere between the two was like that of two lions vying for supremacy.

One is an old but still powerful lion king, and the other is a young, strong, and formidable leader lion.

After a long pause, Swain finally gave in.

Because he knew that going head-to-head with Darkwell would not yield any results.

After all, Darkwill was still the undisputed Grand General of Noxus at this moment, and his behavior was an act of insubordination.

“Swain, you can voice your opinions.”

"This is disrespectful to the General!"

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Seeing Swain take a step back, Mars quickly spoke up.

While these words were taken to Darkwell's side, they also gave Swain a way out.

"It's me, Meng Lang."