lol: Bind Syndra at the start

However, just as he was hesitating whether to dress up now, a soft voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"I will recognize you no matter what you become, father..."

Chapter 372 Anbesa's Movement

Orianna awoke, sooner than Singed had expected.

As the scientist who invented the Glimmer Potion, Singed's scientific calculations rarely had such large errors, but he was grateful for this error.

The reunion between father and daughter was not as exciting as they had imagined. They looked at each other's unfamiliar 'new look' calmly, but with a familiar smile on their lips.

But this cruel world is not all about heartwarming reunions.

Above Zaun, another scene is unfolding in Piltover, the city considered the capital of progress on the Valoran continent.

Jace had practically lived in his office recently, and this ordinary room seemed to have briefly become the core hub of the entire city-state.

Countless eyes gathered here, eagerly waiting to see what kind of future the owner of this room could create for Piltover.

The game of politics is but the waves on the surface of the water; they are the sea that men can see.

But in fact, the true turbulence of the ocean is always hidden in the dark that no one can reach.

In the shadows beyond the reach of the eyes, the political game is unfolding in a bloody way.

Someone once said that war is the continuation of politics, but the same can be said in reverse: politics is also the continuation of war.

Politics and war are like the front and back of a blank piece of paper.

Initially, people used political means to achieve their goals, but once the progress of this struggle reached a certain critical value, the rules that once laid the foundation for social stability and were considered by most people to be consensus would become lies to deceive fools.

The Thrall family had just begun to use various "sacrifice for justice" methods to get rid of the people of the Rakiraman family, and the prison in Piltover was overcrowded for a while.

Those nobles who were usually elusive became prisoners one by one, and then the former prisoners suddenly discovered that these noble masters were not much different from them.

They would also insult each other, argue, and even have physical fights.

The etiquette that nobles usually boast about does not make them another kind of "human being".

But slowly... when one-third of the clan members were convicted of various crimes and ordinary people in Piltover had lost interest in this kind of news that appeared several times almost every hour, the Kiraman family began to rebel.

They are the masters of justice in this city-state. By understanding and applying the law, they began to use various despicable means to evade charges.

Then they began to send people to deliberately disrupt the normal work of the law enforcement team, almost paralyzing the law enforcement agencies in Piltover.

In this situation, Thrall's family chose a style of play that shocked the nobles of Piltover.

The cousin of Thrall who replaced Thrall showed courage and decisiveness comparable to that of the Noxians. He ordered all members of his tribe to mobilize all their forces to attack the Kiraman family.

Yes.

That's the literal meaning.

They attempted to start a war within the city of Piltover.

But they rationally limited the scope of the battlefield to a certain extent.

The nobles' manors were not far away, and ordinary Piltover people could not see the smoke of war at all. However, those residential areas that were closer could always hear the sound of the nobles setting off fireworks at night.

"They're practically risking the fate of their entire family," Jace marveled. "By eleven o'clock, over half of their family had been killed or wounded, yet they're steadfast and unwilling to stop."

But Mel was much more rational than him, and she could understand why they made this choice. "When they attacked the Qilaman family, they had already become enemies of the nobles. No matter who won in the end, they would not be able to survive unscathed.

"There are always nobles who treat them as thorns in their flesh, and they are always on guard against their backstabs. At times like these, the only way to survive is death. My people told me that they have selected three branches from the clan and sent them outside the city.

"After the Thrall family fights for us with their last drop of blood, if we finally win, then those three branches will reap our rewards on behalf of the entire family. They will become the new elites of Piltover.

"If we fail, they'll probably take their assets and expand elsewhere... It's a survival tactic, but I have to say the old man of the Saar family and his new son are quite ruthless."

"Your mother is even more cruel..."

Jace put aside his feelings about the Thrall family and instead focused his attention on the real threat at hand.

Mel rolled her eyes at Jace, but her expression grew serious when she mentioned her mother. "Ambersa has been pushed into a corner. I underestimated her determination before, but now it seems she's determined to win."

"I still can't believe she actually recruited soldiers from Noxus to come to Piltover, but I don't think the other nobles would deceive us on this matter..."

About half an hour ago, the nobleman with the gear on his neck asked someone to tell Jace a piece of news.

Noxian troops have been sighted, heading towards Piltover.

The flag of the Midalda family was flying within the army, and the flying flag seemed to announce their presence to everyone.

"This can't be a lie. It can only mean that Anbesa didn't intend to hide this matter at all, or she deliberately wanted everyone to know about it."

"But doesn't Noxus have any constraints?" Jace thought it was outrageous.

"She must have mobilized the soldiers belonging to the Midarda family. According to Noxian rules, mobilizing family soldiers to invade other areas only requires sharing a portion of the profits with the empire after success."

Mel looked at his man. "Why do you think Noxus would go to war with five nations at once? Because they don't care. War won't bring about the demise of Noxus; the absence of war will!"

"So we have about three days left?" Jace stood up and walked around the office twice. "Even if we start crafting hextech weapons right now, we won't be able to arm many people. Besides, the law enforcement team is in disarray."

"So we can only pray..." Meier was equally anxious and powerless, but Piltover's foundation was indeed too shallow.

In the face of a vast empire, no matter how advanced a city-state is, it cannot compare with it.

"pray?"

"Pray that your friend Kiraman still has a bit of conscience. Piltover is also her own home. If I were her, I would let Anbessa attack Zaun first." Meier analyzed rationally: "At least on the surface, Zaun is much easier to deal with than Piltover.

"But actually..." Mel thought of Ryan, and his anxious mood seemed to be washed away by a refreshing coolness. "Zuan will give them a surprise."

Chapter 373: For Progress and for the Family

Zaun now will indeed give a big surprise to everyone who covets it, because they also briefly have a black sun.

But as the 'future guardian' of Piltover, Senator Jace Talis is not willing to pin all his hopes on others.

The congressman, who had not been bathed in clear sunlight for a long time, chose to step out of the "dark" office. The light reflected from the white cobblestones of Piltover made him feel dazed for a moment.

Then he pulled himself together and rushed to the laboratory at Piltover University under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

Although time is tight, it is better to have something than nothing. One more Hextech weapon means one more ability to protect oneself.

As he progresses on the path of a senator, Jace now has a more mature and sound perspective on hextech weapons and the entire situation.

Hextech weapons must be created. From the moment Hextech appeared in this world, it seemed that its inevitability was already determined.

The only difference is whether you take the initiative to make it now, or wait for the day in the future when you are forced by more powerful empires to make it for them.

Jayce now chooses the former. The recent crazy actions of the Thrall family have added a touch of fighting spirit to his indecisive character.

In order to continue the family and rebuild its glory, the latter is willing to fight for a future with the lives of 97% of the family members.

Under the oppression of Noxus, Piltover's actual situation seems to be worse than Thrall's situation in Piltover.

As the leader of Piltover, Jayce felt that he had to show his ruthlessness to fight for a future.

According to Mel's analysis, there is a high probability that Anbesa will take action against Zaun.

Piltover can just sit back and watch the victory being won.

But he knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. In order to have more say in the future, Jayce decided to recruit a group of elite troops to aid Zaun!

Mel is responsible for recruiting capable 'mercenaries' or local explorers.

During this time, he will do his best to create more Hextech weapons so that the team, which is destined to be small in number, will have stronger combat effectiveness.

As for whether this resolution will cause public opinion or misunderstanding among others...

The words that the Ionian told him echoed in Jayce's mind: Blindly giving in will not keep war away from you. Seeking peace through war is the only way to bring peace.

And now.

The respected Councillor Jace Tallis has decided to take the initiative to 'pursue war'!

At this stage, an old man is temporarily serving as the president of Piltover University. The old scholar who received the news in advance successfully stopped Jayce at the door of the laboratory.

"Do you even know what this means?"

The old scholar is well-informed.

Not only did he know that Jace was coming, he also knew that Mel was recruiting fighters on the 'black market'.

After all, most of Piltover's explorers come from Piltover University.

"It means we need to take a little risk. If we succeed, we will have a bright future." Jace said firmly. He is no longer a student at the school, but a powerful congressman.

"What if we lose?" the old scholar asked with a frown.

"If we lose, we will become vassals of the Medarda family. Other Noxian families may also hear about this and want to take a bite. Demacia and Shurima will definitely not let us go.

"Piltover may completely become a vassal of other empires, or become another battlefield for them."

Jace's words made the old scholar's wrinkles deepen.

“Rather than keeping the resources as reparations, I would rather turn them into weapons.”

Jace walked towards the laboratory. He thought the old scholar would stop him and had even thought of his own words.

But it was not until his hand touched the handle of the laboratory that the old scholar spoke:

"If you want to fight, you must win."

"We will win."

"I hope so." The old scholar still had a sad expression on his face, but he still said in a deep voice: "I will help you stop the others."

"Thank you." Jace said sincerely.

"This is not for you, but..." The old scholar sighed, then he patted his chest with his hand, his expression becoming serious, "for progress."

?

Councilman Jace was stunned for a moment. Many people in his office had been shouting this at him recently.

And as far as he knew, every member of the Thrall family would shout this slogan before dying.

He didn't know when this strange "ritual" became popular, but he had to admit that the people of Piltover needed a belief that could help improve the cohesion of Piltover.

therefore......

Councilman Jess solemnly slapped his chest with his hand and shouted in the most resolute tone: "For progress!"

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Piltover.

Noxus Office.

After the three exquisite desserts were devoured, they were carried out by burly Noxian guards.

Playing with Piltover's specialty desserts in Piltover's territory seems to give Anbesa some extra spiritual pleasure.

There seems to be a desire or instinct for aggression in the bones of Noxians. At least for Anbesa and her men, watching those beautiful things being brutally destroyed by them can make them feel happy.

Her body, as strong as a mother bear's, caused the mattress to sag into an astonishing arc. Anbesa reached out and wiped the blood oozing from the bandage on her abdomen.

The assassination attempt by the stupid beauty was not in vain. The gorgeous magic caused her some minor injuries.

But the smell of blood did not shake her determination, but instead aroused the violence in her heart.

The most typical manifestation is that desserts have increased from one per meal to three per meal.

Footsteps were heard not far away. The Noxian guards knew the Wolf Mother's temper and would not disturb her at this time.

Therefore, the person who came could only be Mrs. Piltover, who did not know the rules.

Caitlin, wearing the family uniform, came to Anbesa's room. The enclosed space was filled with a smell that made her frown.

What made her even more unbearable was the look Anbesa gave her... It was as if she was not a person, but a snack that could be taken at any time.

But for the sake of her family, Caitlin suppressed her inner discomfort and tried to keep her tone steady. "Jace went to Piltover University, and Mel started recruiting warriors. I suspect they want to form a team armed with hextech weapons."

"so what?"

Anbesa asked back indifferently.

"They might rebel..."

"What I want is for them to resist," Anbesa interrupted Caitlin. "Without resistance, the power of Noxus cannot be demonstrated. You don't need to think about these things. You just need to hand over the map to me obediently."

"...The complete map of Zaun will be delivered tonight."

"You did a good job." Anbesa was very satisfied with the efficiency. Her team even had more than a day to study the tactics.