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

"Li Ang, do you know about these Imero stones?"

Ahri asked eagerly, a hint of seriousness in her eyes.

"I have some knowledge of it."

"Foyago said calmly."

"Could you please tell me why it's so important to me?"

Ahri said excitedly.

Is this a case of "a great calamity is followed by great fortune"? Could the clue she has been searching for be with this Mr. Li Ang?

“Ah Li, the pair of gems in your hands are at least a thousand years old.”

"And his blacksmith, Imero, has long since vanished into the dust of history."

Foygo spoke calmly, his tone gentle.

Upon hearing this, Ah Li was taken aback.

"That is to say......"

"This sculptor named Imero... is he dead?"

Ali said, somewhat dejectedly.

In response to Ahri's question, Foygo simply nodded.

"how so........."

Ahri looked at the pair of sun gems in her hands, her mood suddenly somber, and her fox ears drooped.

"Could you tell me the story behind these gemstones?"

Foygo asked softly, which brought the somewhat lost Ahri back to her senses.

Upon hearing this, Ahri gave a wry smile and nodded.

Ahri isn't stupid, and naturally, she wouldn't reveal all her secrets to Foygo, whom she'd only known for a short time.

27 Moreover.........

Ahri's past experiences have many unsavory aspects.

Ahri only said this about the pair of gems.

She was abandoned by her parents at the time of her birth.

She was raised by someone else, and after her caregiver passed away, she began a life of wandering.

At the same time, she is searching for clues about the pair of gems in the hope of finding her real parents.

There is no doubt that Ahri's account concealed much.

But in a sense, this is indeed the truth.

Foljego nodded and offered words of comfort.

"Don't overthink it, everything will be alright."

Faced with Foygo's words of comfort, Ahri could only shake her head with a wry smile.

She has already paid a heavy price in her efforts to find clues about the two gems.

Fryego did not say much about this.

Since we've only just met, saying too much might backfire.

So, after their initial exchange...

Life began in this "Vastaya Hut".

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

The empire's warships slowly sailed into Philol Island.

The soldiers leaped out of the warship.

After more than ten days of wandering, these Noxian soldiers finally arrived in Ionia from Noxus.

This made things even more difficult for the Noxian soldiers, who were already terrible swimmers.

Fortunately, they finally "felt down" again.

Soon, orders came from the front lines from Commander Swain, ordering the general in charge of this "cannon fodder" force to quickly assemble his troops and head to the front lines to join the battle.

Under Swain's orders, the general commanding the troops quickly mobilized them.

However, compared to the main force, this 50,000-strong "mixed army" appeared extremely lethargic.

However, we can't expect too much from these city defense troops who are only competent in "city management" work.

As for the private armies of those nobles, the situation is even more complicated.

These noble private soldiers have no noble life, but they have the disease of nobles.

They were all incredibly arrogant.

When faced with military orders, they mostly paid lip service to them.

However, the general in charge of commanding the troops seemed unconcerned about all of this.

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

On the island of Philol, after inspecting his "mixed legion," the general returned to his tent, accompanied by his deputy.

The general did not look pleased.

Perhaps it was because the condition of his troops was extremely poor, or perhaps it was because of the order to march quickly the next morning.

This hastily formed "mixed army" has too many problems to list.

It seems that this general is also in an extremely difficult situation.

The general, with an unhappy expression, and his deputy entered the tent and angrily dismissed everyone else in the tent.

"Get out, everyone!"

The general's tone was extremely displeased, and the soldiers responsible for guarding him on both sides, no longer wanting to make a fool of themselves, all withdrew from the tent.

After everyone left, the situation in the camp immediately changed.

The general, who had been furious, suddenly adopted a fawning expression.

Instead, the cold-faced deputy general sat silently in the main seat.

This was a young man in his early twenties, who looked somewhat like a nobleman from some family.

The young general sat in the main seat and pondered for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Go and contact the cabinet mages under Swain. I need all the intelligence on Swain's army."

The young general gave the order to the general below, his tone filled with an unyielding authority.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the obsequious general hurriedly walked out of the tent to carry out the task assigned by the junior officer.

At the same time, the young general waved his hand, and two figures completely hidden in black robes appeared in the shadows of the tent.

"Go and scout out the situation on the other side."

"I need to know the population distribution, in particular, as soon as possible."

"Also, investigate the forests where those 'orcs' live. I need to know the power levels of these 'orcs'."

Upon receiving the order, the two men in black robes bowed respectfully.

"Yes, ma'am!"

Then, the two turned into shadows and disappeared from the spot.

After everyone had left, the young general slowly stood up.

Then, his figure became distorted and blurred, as if an oil painting had been erased.

The next moment, after everything returned to normal, the young man's body had changed 180 degrees.

This person was none other than LeBlanc, one of the current owners of Black Rose!

Sure enough, in order to reverse the current situation, LeBlanc had no choice but to take matters into her own hands.

Her eyes were cold, and she seemed to be deep in thought.

Suddenly, LeBlanc raised her hand and waved it, and a water curtain appeared before her eyes, with the scenes in the water curtain constantly changing.

It eventually turned into a map with four colors.

With a gentle touch, LeBlanc applied different markings to the four colors.

They are a red crow, a blue dragon, a purple rose, and green trees.

Finally, after a moment's thought, a fifth color appeared on the screen.

It was pure black.

After a moment's thought, LeBlanc sighed softly.