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The crisp sound of glasses clinking together echoed in the magnificent room, and the ripples originating from it continued to spread throughout the empire.

...........

Haas was kneeling before Darkwell's throne, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Bastard!"

"Find him! Bring him back to me at all costs!"

Enraged, Darkwell resembled a hysterical old lion, his eyes blazing with frenzied fury.

It seemed that at any moment, he might pick up the greatsword standing beside the throne and slash Haas in anger.

"Yes!"

Has quickly lowered his head and agreed.

Haas knew that, in any case, his position as general was probably not secure.

However, if Jarvan IV could be captured and brought back to atone for his mistakes, perhaps he could save his life.

"Garrison legions, noble private armies, cabinet mages..."

"Send out all available forces!"

"I want to see him alive or dead!"

Darkwell gritted his teeth as he spoke, his face as gloomy as a zombie, the last few words even squeezed out between his teeth.

That night, the Immortal Fortress, the capital of Noxus, was completely turned upside down.

..........

Above the Immortal Fortress, two dark figures hovered in the sky.

"General Kalista, please make your move."

"By the way, please make sure to leave no trace."

"Don't let this affect His Majesty's plans."

One of the figures, like a ghost, spoke softly.

"Humph!"

Beside the black phantom, the female general in black armor merely snorted coldly before disappearing into mid-air.

He seemed completely unconcerned about what the black ghost said.

Karsas shook his head helplessly. Even Foygo could only let this guy have his way.

Don't say it's him.

After that, Karsas stopped thinking about it and instead observed the development of the situation further.

...........

"Drink...drink...drink..."

Jarvan IV, clutching his injured abdomen, gasped for breath and struggled to run forward.

This is the capital of the empire, so Jarvan IV naturally couldn't possibly know the way.

So after escaping from prison, Jarvan IV lost his way.

It was late at night, and Jarvan IV had no idea where he was. He could only follow his instincts and continue to flee in the darkness.

The capital city was now filled with armored soldiers.

As for the purpose of such a large-scale mobilization, King Jarvan IV, as the person involved, naturally understood it perfectly well.

On several occasions, he almost got arrested, narrowly escaping each time.

Suddenly, a gasp came from behind him.

"There he is! Grab him!"

Upon hearing the sound, King Jarvan IV disregarded his abdominal injury and had no choice but to risk his life to run forward again.

But soon, Jarvan IV could no longer run.

The arrow shot by the prison guard captain earlier pierced Jarvan IV's abdomen, and the arrowhead was still not pulled out.

Jarvan IV was a seasoned warrior and knew that pulling out the arrowhead would cause severe bleeding.

Not only would his injuries worsen, but the gushing blood would also reveal his location.

Before him lay a dark alley. Already trapped in a desperate situation, Jarvan IV could only slip inside, hoping to evade capture.

Chapter 168, A Fateful Encounter

"Hoo... Hah..."

Jarvan IV clutched his wounded abdomen in despair, still breathing heavily.

For now, he can only leave everything to fate.

Jarvan IV slowly closed his eyes, awaiting his fate.

After a while, the surrounding noise subsided again, and everything seemed to have calmed down.

Jarvan IV opened his eyes.

He really escaped another disaster.

Those who were chasing him really didn't find him.

Jarvan IV took a deep breath, struggled to his feet again, and began his escape journey once more, swaying unsteadily.

.........

Not far away, the undead female general, clad in black armor, retracted her black spear.

The surrounding area was littered with corpses, their faces contorted in terror and their eyes wide with fear.

These people were naturally the soldiers who had just discovered and were pursuing Jarvan IV.

The reason why Jarvan IV was able to "escape death" several times was certainly not because he thought he was "surviving against all odds".

Or perhaps they were blessed by Lady Luck.

It's more accurate to say it's the blessing of the "goddess of the dead" than the "goddess of fortune."

As a high-level legendary powerhouse, Kalista was naturally able to see through Jarvan IV's every move at such close range.

Kalista waved her hand again, and the gray mist engulfed the corpses on the ground, annihilating them into fine particles like dust.

A gust of wind blew by, and the ground was already clean.

"Humph!"

"idiot!"

Kalista watched Jarvan IV's departing figure and murmured to herself.

She then transformed into black mist and followed Jarvan IV once again, "protecting" him.

..........

Trapped in enemy territory, all alone, surrounded by enemies, and mortally wounded...

Jarvan IV didn't know how much longer he could hold out, or whether he could escape back to Demacia.

He felt his consciousness was extremely weak at that moment, and he was in danger of fainting at any time.

He could only grit his teeth and persevere through sheer willpower.

Suddenly, another commotion of shouts erupted from the right, and Jarvan IV knew that this was yet another wave of pursuers coming to capture him.

So he had no choice but to grit his teeth and walk to the left.

..........

"General Kalista, please let the search party on the right come over here~."

"Have Prince Jarvan move to the left."

A faint voice suddenly rang in Kalista's ear.

Without a doubt, the person speaking was Karthus, who was in control of the situation from mid-air.

"I know, long-winded!"

Kalista muttered something under her breath, then withdrew her hand from the action she was about to take.

Place a search party on the right-hand side near Jarvan IV.

Then Jarvan IV was driven to his predetermined location like a sheep being herded in a pen.

Just as the soldiers were about to spot Jarvan IV.

Suddenly, dozens of black spears fell from the sky, piercing through their bodies one by one.

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Then, gray mist descended from the sky, and the soldiers' bodies were reduced to ashes once again.