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Although the crowd was puzzled, none of them dared to make any rash moves due to the intimidation of the legendary expert.

This is the Immortal Fortress, the capital of Noxus. As long as they can hold off Jarvan IV, they will have already accomplished a great feat.

There's no need to risk your life at this time.

Since the other party is willing to stay where they are, they are happy to see this situation.

In this tense atmosphere, no one dared to make any further moves, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Just then, a clear sound of footsteps came from afar.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, and gradually, a figure became clearer from a blur.

This was a young man dressed in imposing black attire, with an unremarkable longsword at his waist.

Her long, pale hair was left unrestrained, cascading freely over her shoulders, exuding a carefree and easygoing aura.

Wearing a standard imperial general's uniform, combined with his extremely distinctive personal features, the soldiers immediately understood his identity.

..........

Jarvan IV's body was constantly tense, and the devastating, boundless sword energy from his memory resurfaced.

It was this man who, with unparalleled strength, [achieved something].

He crushed the fearless vanguard, crushed the power of Demacia, and crushed himself.

This man's terrifying strength lingered like a shadow in Jarvan IV's mind.

Even now, Jarvan IV possesses the strength of a legendary rank and is well aware of the power of this force.

But even so, Jarvan IV couldn't help but tremble slightly when facing this man.

Why is this man here?!

Jarvan IV was on high alert. Compared to this man, the pursuers behind him were nothing more than insignificant shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

..........

Looking at the scene before him, Foygo felt a pang of emotion.

This dramatic saga, full of twists and turns, is finally coming to an end.

He will still be the lead actor in this final scene.

Jarvan IV will once again become a stepping stone for the name "Leon Gures".

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Foygo will also seize the chance to further enhance the influence of the name Leon Gures within the Empire and quickly accumulate prestige.

There's a saying: "Without comparison, there is no harm."

Haas's incompetence and death will only further highlight Leon Guerrez's strength.

Everyone in the empire, from top to bottom, had this thought.

"Why is there such a stark difference between them, even though they are both generals?"

And this is exactly the result Fóryg wanted.

In the impending upheaval of the empire, he must solidify the prestige of the identity of Leon Gures.

At this point, Noxus's invasion of Ionia is inevitable.

In order to avoid reigniting the war with Demacia, returning Jarvan IV to Demacia in exchange for peace became Darkwill's only option.

Therefore, even if Jarvan IV were captured by the Empire again, his life would not be in any danger.

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Instead, the Empire provided him with the best food and drink, ensuring Jarvan IV returned to Demacia unharmed.

This does not conflict with Fryego's plan.

On the contrary, if Jarvan IV were to actually escape back to Demacia and launch another attack, it would be a real hindrance to Fryegor.

Therefore, rather than doing so, Fóyego preferred to take credit for it himself.

If Has had known better, he wouldn't have ended up dead.

However, the torment of being mentally and physically exhausted for days had already caused Has to lose his composure.

He died by Jarvan IV's sword, and he had no one to blame but himself.

Now, with Jamal IV locked back in his cage, everything will come to a perfect end.

In other words.

Jarvan IV's pig's feet trial card has expired...

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"General!!"

The soldiers who were besieging Jarvan IV showed excitement and relief upon seeing Feuergo's arrival.

As the saying goes, "When the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up," now that Hass has been killed on the battlefield, they will all be held accountable if this matter is not handled properly.

Now, with the arrival of Fryego, he has undoubtedly taken over the position of "tall man".

Furthermore, although this young general has only recently taken office, everyone in the empire is well aware of his considerable abilities.

Fouguere's sudden appearance was undoubtedly a savior for everyone present.

Feuerge stopped about 100 meters away from Garvin IV.

One hundred meters may seem like a long distance, but in the eyes of a legendary expert, it is only a step away.

"Let's all go back."

Foygo spoke slowly, his voice calm and clear, reaching everyone's ears.

"this........"

A hint of hesitation flashed in the soldiers' eyes.

"I said."

"Go back."

Foygo spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.

"Yes!!!"

Upon hearing the sound, everyone was stung by the chill, and without hesitation, they quickly stood up and retreated.

Suddenly, Jarvan IV, who had been surrounded, found himself completely alone.

Even so, Jarvan IV still dared not make the slightest move.

Since the beginning, the chilling sword intent, accompanied by a fierce killing intent, had been suppressing him, preventing him from making any rash moves.

Because he knew that if he made any move, he would inevitably be met with a barrage of sword energy.

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"Let's capture him without mercy."

"I don't want to take action today."

Folgo raised his head and looked at Jarvan IV on the opposite side, his eyes calm and his tone as if stating a fact.

His attitude enraged Jarvan IV, who then laughed in response.

Generally speaking, unless there is a huge difference in skill level.

Otherwise, it might be possible for a strong opponent of the same skill level to kill the other, but capturing the other alive would be extremely difficult.

It was impossible for Jarvan IV to simply surrender to the white-haired man before him.

Not to mention, Jarvan IV had just obtained powerful legendary power and still harbored a faint sense of luck.

What if I win?

Everyone here is a legend, and I'm not without a chance.

Jarvan IV gripped his longsword tightly and growled in a low voice.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Do it!"

Then, the pale power on Jarvan IV's longsword suddenly surged.

It was clear that he was determined to have a real showdown with Foygo's men.

To this, Fóyego simply shook his head slightly.

Silly child, you're still too naive.

Even if Jarvan IV racked his brains, he could never have imagined that the enemy before him was the very god who had just been "helping him with all his heart".

Upon first arriving in the legendary realm, Jarvan IV naturally had not yet fully grasped its power.