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"Detain him." Irelia waved her hand indifferently, and the guards on both sides of the conference room door immediately stepped forward and detained Glick.

As Glick's curses and shouts of injustice gradually faded away, the meeting temporarily came to a not-so-good end.

"The meeting is temporarily suspended. We will reserve our opinions until the truth is found out and wait for the announcement from the Noxus Empire." Irelia stood up and saluted, which was the end of the meeting.

She couldn't say she was [-]% satisfied with the result, but she was secretly relieved - at least Chen Ce helped her get some time and opportunities for operations, which was an unexpected surprise.

She looked at Chen Ce gratefully.

After everyone gradually dispersed, she asked in a low voice with gratitude and confusion: "Why didn't you tell me about your assassination earlier? Also, what is the evidence you said?"

"I didn't tell you earlier because I was waiting for this moment. As for the evidence..." Chen Ce scratched his head and leaned into the other party's ear and whispered: "The only evidence is Zed's confession: 'Glick found me and wanted to discuss it with me. Regarding the formation of the Ionian army after the war, he later told me that someone seemed to be tracing the conversation between us, and I found out after counter-tracing that it was a Noxian."

"This...?" Hearing this, Irelia became even more confused. "What does this have to do with him assassinating you?"

"I didn't say he came to assassinate me on purpose."

"Hey……?"

"Just by the way." Chen Ce chuckled. "At first, he just wanted to kill the Noxian hiding in the resistance army - Samira, but then I accidentally ran into him."

"That is to say..." Irelia gradually widened her eyes.

But Chen Ce had already walked slowly towards the door, leaving only a slightly sinful figure and a sentence that was almost criminal:

"There is no traitor at all, I am just helping you delay time..."

At the same time, on the other side of Runeterra, in the Noxus Empire.

A lame middle-aged officer walked through the messy execution ground, bypassed the cheering crowd, and finally walked into a dark room.

He lit the candle on the table, and the light highlighted another figure in the room, and also illuminated his weathered face.

His hair was streaked with gray, which was very noticeable in the dusty room.The battle-tested armor was covered with a simple coat, and both hands were tightly tucked into the hem of the clothes, looking a bit aristocratic.

He looked elegant and wealthy, but most Noxians looked down upon him.

Because he has a name that almost symbolizes shame - Jericho Swain.

A former general who lost an arm and lost a knee to the Ionians in the Battle of Placidum.

Now he has long lost the power he once had. His voice among Noxus' top leaders is like an insignificant moth chasing the flames, and he has been squeezed out of the upper echelons.

But he still didn't give up.

In the past few years, he has been planning something that can change everything.

Originally, he planned to implement it in a few years, but now it seems... some things have to be brought forward.

Now he has found one of his few friends in the Noxian capital - a brutal executioner.

An insignificant official who seemed to be as marginalized as he was.

But he also has another name - the biological brother of the Hand of Noxus, Draven.

With this status, he has full weight in the entire Noxus.

Even though he often does some incredibly stupid things.

It's like...getting drunk in broad daylight.

Just like it is now.

"Good morning, Draven." Swain dragged his limp across the steps and shook the drunken man with his remaining hand. "Now is not the time to take a nap."

"Uh..." Draven shook his head and fell down again, his blurred eyes unable to see anything.

Fortunately, he still barely recognized the person. "Swain...is it you...are you here...drinking with me..."

Seeing this, Swain shook his head helplessly and tried his best to hold the other party steady.

But at this moment, Draven's stomach was churning.

The next moment, he spit it out in big mouthfuls.

The undigested minced meat is mixed with alcohol, bitter water and stomach acid, and the stench is high.

But Swain did not dislike him and still helped him to the chair with his own hands.

Maybe to outsiders, this is a "pleasant move" he did to curry favor with Delevingne, but this is not the case.

After all... after tonight, he will become one of the most powerful men in all of Noxus.

How could a person whose power is about to be comparable to that of a great commander go to the extent of touching Draven's vomit just to curry favor with a "little player" like him?

"You stood by me when I was ostracized, so I will stand by you when you're drunk, even if you stink..."

Chapter 110 Welcome to Steel Gate

Noxus suffered an unprecedented defeat.

In order to find the "Elixir of Immortality", the commander-in-chief Brown Darkwill launched a large-scale attack on Ionia, and the scale of troop dispatch reached the highest level in hundreds of years, but the facts proved that he still underestimated the magical eastern continent.

The Noxian army suffered repeated setbacks in the First Land, and almost all the attacking armies were destroyed in the battle in the first two days.

The few remaining small-scale war groups were helpless, but the commander-in-chief issued a death order to prevent them from retreating to Noxus, and there was a lot of resentment for a while.

Not only on the frontline battlefields, but even in Noxus itself, more and more people know the inside story - dignitaries are transferring assets, and civilians are also questioning the decisions above.

From the border town far away from the Immortal Fortress to the imperial capital at the center of power, everyone is whispering and cursing in private——

[Grand Commander Brown Darkwill is an arrogant, stupid man, and the most useless commander in history. He will lead Noxus to decline! 】

Since the war, ever-increasing taxes and increasingly harsh tyranny have made the entire Noxian people miserable and full of complaints, and the defeat on the Ionia battlefield has become the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Demonstrations have been held in some places against Commander-in-Chief Brown Darkwill.

The raven's eyes watched all this silently.

Swain knew the time had come.

Although this is very different from his original plan, now is the best time that can be observed - plans can never keep up with changes, and sometimes the longer the preparation is, the better.

The resentment among the people against the commander-in-chief has reached its peak, and the nobles no longer trust this "emperor" who is drunk all day long. There is no better time to take action than now.

While the war in the north is still going on.

Taking advantage of the fact that Noxus is temporarily unable to come back from the Freljord.

The respected general has a clear sense of reason and is also devoted to his country... He will understand everything.

Maybe he would prevent the coup from happening, but he would never avenge the incompetent Brown Darkwill after the coup - as long as it was beneficial to Noxus.

The Hand of Noxus is always loyal to Noxus, but not to any individual entity.

"The world will understand our 'betrayal,' and time will prove our wisdom."

The royal capital of Noxus was dim at night, with only Jericho Swain's whisper echoing in the darkness, like a demon spying on secrets.

The raven outside the wall screamed, its scarlet eye flashed across the sky, and then disappeared in the thunderstorm.

"We will do it... tonight. When this is over, Noxus will never be controlled by an invisible hand again - I swear it to anyone."

"I don't understand this, you know." Another unbridled laughter sounded in the darkness, and the sound of sharp metal objects scratching the floor seemed extremely harsh.He walked out of the aisle, the ax blade in his hand reflecting the faint light, which reflected his unruly face.

Two long and thin beards, a horrific facial tattoo, and a deadly throwing ax stained with countless blood.

Draven, the younger brother of the Hand of Noxus and the most brutal executioner in the empire.

Oh, it's Draven recovering from his drunken state.

"I just want to know who I want to kill, who I can kill? Where is the neck I want to chop?"

"You are still as reckless as ever." Swain smiled, but there was no mockery in the laughter. "But maybe your recklessness will be more effective than thoughtfulness at some point."

"Just leave the thinking to you alone." Delevingne inserted two fingers into the groove of the ax handle, and used the rotation of his wrist to rotate them quickly.He seemed very excited. "I am only responsible for killing people - just like Darius led me to massacre the city."

"Maybe I can't make you kill like General Darius."

"It doesn't matter, it's more fun than me drinking alone anyway... So, how many people do you want me to kill tonight?"

"Not many, less than ten."

"That sounds a little too boring... So, who to kill?"

"Kill..." Swain slowly turned around and pointed with his remaining finger at the palace not far away - the only brightly lit place in the entire royal capital.

"The people there. All of them."

Looking in the direction of the opponent's finger, Draven could not help but gradually widen his eyes even though he was mentally prepared.

That was the palace of Commander-in-Chief Brown Darkwill.

Swain wants to kill the commander...Although he has said it a long time ago, but...but...

"Are you nervous?" Swain heard an increasingly rapid breathing.

"Nervous... no... no... I am..." Delevingne couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his rapid breathing almost turned into a wheezing sound.

He swallowed unconsciously and slowly squeezed out a few words through his teeth with a trembling voice:

"I'm...excited..."

"Such a high, so priceless... neck..."

"Let me cut it off..."

The commander-in-chief's palace still looked like a wine pond and a forest of meat.

The dancing girls were posing, the dignitaries were making slanderous remarks, and everyone was working hard to please the fat man sitting on the throne.

The current commander-in-chief is Brown Darkwill.

He was still in that confused drunken state, as if the defeat of the past few days had nothing to do with him.The soldiers who fought for the empire died in a foreign land, and he was still wondering how to have fun tomorrow.

In his not too long life, he enjoyed himself almost every day.

But not everyone sees him so relaxed and at ease.

Soldiers who truly serve their country will put an end to all this.

Just before the midnight bell of the Royal Capital rang.

thump—

The palace door was pushed open forcefully. The sound was not too loud but seemed a bit reckless, making Darkwill frown in displeasure.

Then, a lame middle-aged man walked in.

The moment he saw the person clearly, the anger on Darkwill's face skyrocketed - a cowardly and useless disabled man dared to step into this palace that symbolizes the pinnacle of power?

What's more, at a time like this?

"Get out of here, Swain!" Darkwill wasn't even interested in knowing why the other party came here. He opened his mouth to blast the other party out of the hall. "Guard! Guard!"

After giving the order, the guards guarding the hall immediately surrounded Swain. At this time, some dignitaries who followed the trend also chose to inflict insults on their former "colleagues":

"Isn't this our respected General Swain? Why are you here? Oh, I think you must be here to beg the commander-in-chief - you must want to explain to the commander again the reason for your failure, right?"

"Then I think he should explain in tears - everyone knows that our dear commander is very kind-hearted." Another person also laughed.

"But in my opinion, Jericho Swain is not qualified to come in at all - look at his lameness... Gee, I'm so greedy. He even soiled the floor of the palace." What's more, he revealed it directly A look of disdain.

Everyone laughed at everyone, but Swain turned a deaf ear to them.

He couldn't afford to be angry with a group of dying people.

They are just a bunch of trash no different from ants.

The filth that blights the Empire...the Executioner will deal with them.

"Drive him out quickly!" Darkwill was shouting like an ignorant and short-sighted villager again, "Throw him into the arena! Let him die!!"

The guards received the order and quickly tightened the encirclement towards Swain.

The halberds in their hands almost stabbed Swain, and their scolding words were like real emperors giving orders.

But Swain still remained calm, neither humble nor arrogant. There was no trace of fear or other negative emotions on his weathered face - he seemed to never write his emotions on his face. The terrifying city seemed like a beaver. The abyss of Laeljord's wailings is deeper than ever.

Then he opened the coat with the hand inside it.

exposed...