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Chapter 107 Demacian Justice

What are the Freljord people thinking?

Now, throughout the entire continent of Valoran, including the Ionia Islands, from Emperor Darkwell down to the trembling Piltover councilors, everyone is filled with this question.

Because Heron kept making his presence felt through Demacia's official channels, news of the Freljords "provoking" Noxus had already spread like wildfire.

Yes, no one saw this as a declaration of war. The Freljords weren't qualified. They just thought that this "Claw of Winter" who appeared out of nowhere had gone mad and dared to openly provoke Noxus.

Can't they see that Noxus is on the rise? Even a certain three-character game would probably have to admit defeat when facing Noxus at this moment.

What are the Freljord people thinking?

Jarvan III also harbored this question—he made his statement public as Harren wished, and after much deliberation, Jarvan III deliberately added a statement—this was simply a personal statement from the leader of Winter's Claw, and had nothing to do with Demacia.

Because apart from Freljord, there are almost no matriarchal clans in Valoran, everyone unanimously regards this "madman" as the actual leader of the Winter's Claw.

King Jarvan III was quite puzzled and also somewhat embarrassed.

It must be said that Herren is quite eloquent; at least he can deliver some righteous and impassioned speeches that are so inspiring that they even stirred up the long-lost passion of Jarvan III, who was already halfway into his coffin.

There was no other way; Herren consistently stood on moral grounds, condemning Noxus's aggression and even demonstrating an attitude of not being willing to go to war rather than collude with Noxus.

This was exactly what Demacia, a nation that prides itself on justice, wanted, especially after Jarvan III made the decision to condemn but not intervene, which made them feel inferior.

Young Jarvan was already bursting with excitement.

Jarvan has been following Harren's condemnations for the past month like a reader eagerly awaiting a new issue of the newspaper, and has repeatedly petitioned Jarvan III for his intervention.

After this, Jarvan returned as expected, claiming his willingness to lead the Fearless Vanguard against the Noxians.

"Father! Our actions are righteous! Let's go to war!"

"Get out of here and stay put!"

Jarvan III ruthlessly dismissed Jarvan, rubbing his head in slight distress.

To be honest, this put him in a very difficult position, because Demacia's core principles, besides banning magic, are justice.

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The fearless vanguard's oath is justice, their guardian deity is the angel of justice, and a colossal statue of justice stands prominently on the city gate of Xiongdu.

So, even a weak Freljord tribe was willing to fight against Freljord for the sake of justice, and everyone's eyes were on the Demacian capital, waiting to see what would happen.

Here's the question: your teammates initiate a team fight, so does Demacia Justice follow suit?

The answer was simple: after a brief moment of thought, Jarvan III made his decision.

Collapse, withdrawal, sale, escape.

I'm sorry, Herren, but in this world, morality has never been the deciding factor—justice cannot bring stability to Demacia.

After the Winter's Claws' statement was released through Demacia, the capital fell into an eerie silence, as if it were dead.

Ionia, Prehistoric.

Swain, stationed in Precht, stood on the city wall, looking at the heavily fortified military tents outside the city, and fell silent.

Presidium, though large, had been completely occupied by Noxus, but it only appeared glorious on the surface—Presidium had been occupied for a long time, but at this time, there were still only a pitiful three thousand garrison troops in the city.

There aren't even enough people to fill the city wall.

No matter how Swain deployed his troops, those who had been completely loyal to him just days before were now completely unmoved. His officers also turned a deaf ear to his orders to enter the city and organize defenses, claiming that there were "higher" orders for them to rest in place.

Higher? Is that so?

Swain gave a bitter smile.

It seems that he is now isolated and helpless. If he wants to avoid a disastrous fall, the best option is to give up Presidium, which he has already obtained, and obediently withdraw from the city, waiting for the so-called "higher" orders from those people to issue new instructions.

But Swain was not a warlord, nor a nobleman who upheld honor. He was a general of Noxus, and he was willing to give everything for the country, even if it meant falling to his death.

Swain knew that the war in Ionia was not as easy as it seemed.

Ionia is a sleeping tiger; they cannot afford to be caught off guard.

The opportunity to fight is fleeting; Presidium—is of paramount importance and must not be abandoned.

Although Swain captured Presidium by surprise attack, before the various resistance forces had assembled, he also failed to complete his plan to wipe out all the resistance forces.

Despite having only a paltry three thousand men at his disposal, Swain was determined to complete the plan.

He ordered that all the captured garrison soldiers be imprisoned and used as human shields, a tactic that had proven effective against the indecisive Ionians.

He even ordered the city's children to be tied together with ropes to form a human defense line.

Due to a lack of manpower, Swain had to abandon his plan to defend the city and instead prepare to let the rebels into the city, use prisoners to coerce them, damage their morale, and then annihilate them in one fell swoop through the city's fortifications.

However, not long after, Swain also received a letter from Jessica, informing him that Winter's Claw had severed trade with Noxus.

Now, Swain's only source of supplies has been cut off.

At this point, Swain became even calmer. He had no way out, no hope, no room for error; all he had left was to remain calm and focused on his thoughts.

He methodically arranged the final defenses, even specifying the exact position each soldier should stand in, and ordered that they should not retreat and fight to the last man.

Outside the city, a resistance force of several thousand men had already arrived on the outskirts of Prehiden, waiting for the other resistance fighters to join them.

This resistance force was poorly equipped, and many of them were still carrying farm tools; they looked like a disorganized guerrilla force.

Even more ridiculous, some scouts noticed that their leader was a girl who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old.

Even the Noxian scouts couldn't help but laugh at this setup. When Swain learned of it, he also felt it wasn't worth wasting his energy on them, so he let this small resistance force organize its ranks in the suburbs.

Meanwhile, Swain remained in the city, preparing for the fierce battle that would ensue when the other main forces of the resistance arrived.

Perhaps before long, he would forget about this little incident, and when he thought about it again, it would become his biggest mistake, or even his only mistake, in this battle.