Chapter 231 The Thorn of the Black Rose Draven's Number One Fan
Dark Night.
The dim starlight is hidden in the clouds.
The tall tower in the distance stands alone, looming in the hazy night.
Dang! when! when!
Suddenly.
The deep bell rang, breaking the tranquility of the night.
The lingering bells are melodious and profound, seeming to come from ancient times, and also seem to be a prelude to the future.
Underneath the Immortal Fortress, in the dark tunnel.
There is a tall figure wearing a black robe, holding a lantern that lights up dimly, walking slowly forward.
He was very familiar with the layout of the tunnel and kept pace.
After the cup of tea.
The figure in black robe came to the innermost part of the tunnel, and a huge stone door appeared in sight.
Contrary to what most Noxians believe, the Fortress is not a monument.
Different from the memories of the ancient tribe, it is not just a simple fortress.
From a distance, the huge black stone door looks like a silent ancient beast, falling into eternal silence.
On the inside of the dark stone door frame, there is a deeper darkness, swallowing up the brilliance in the tunnel.
On the edge of the giant door, there are inscriptions in Ouchen language, and the surrounding stone bricks are scattered with fragments of bones.
The figure in black robe looked around, waited for a moment, and then entered the huge black door like a huge mouth and came to a wide hall.
In the dark environment, a little bit of brilliance dropped from the dome and disappeared into the darkness.
Many mysterious figures appeared around the hall. They appeared and disappeared in a hurry.
The figure in black robe ignored the surrounding environment, holding a lantern, and entered a pale palace.
There are no decorations in the halls and walls of the Pale Palace, which looks simple and solemn.
On the top stone seat, there is a woman wearing a white gauze dress, with a black mask on her face, mysterious and noble.
Her figure exudes a cold temperament, as if she is isolated from the world, guarding the secrets of this palace alone.
The figure in black robe put down the lantern in his hand, knelt on the ground, and spoke respectfully to the woman on the stone seat, with a hint of awe and piety in his voice.
“The two little guys of the Varrokan family fell into the trap of the Faceless Men. Their operation failed and they were captured by the soldiers of the Trifali Legion.”
“Swain and Delai. Erth mobilized the battle groups near the Immortal Fortress to block the streets."
"Our plan for Fort Diver failed."
In the empty palace, the voice of the figure in black robes sounded. The reverberation was in stark contrast to the surrounding silence.
"Casimard, get up." The pale lady spoke softly, with an unmistakable command in her tone.
“I know that the Gulans family suffered very unfair treatment after the coup.”
“Your father and his brothers were suppressed by Swain and lost their lives. "But you shouldn't be so anxious."
Casimard didn't dare to raise his head, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, making his eyes wet. Any illegal actions.
The pale lady was about to say something when she seemed to notice some movement. She stood up and looked outside the palace, and saw a ray of light like blood descending.
"Go back to your post." The pale lady said solemnly, her eyes flashing.
"Swain must step down. The Black Rose is determined to achieve its goal at any cost."
"Follow your will." Casimard finally moved his body and slowly left the palace .
After he walked out of the palace and came to the hall, he took out the statue of the wolf spirit hanging from his neck.
According to ancient Valoran custom, death has two sides, one and the other.
The sheep spirit represents a quiet death, while the wolf spirit represents a brutal ending.
In Noxus, an empire that worships strength, the latter is regarded as a majestic and dignified way.
In the silent pale palace.
The pale lady stepped off the stone seat, strolled to the door, and waited quietly.
Ta-ta! Ta-ta!
After a while.
The sound of light steps broke the silence in the palace.
The pale lady heard the news and saw an aristocratic young man wearing brocade clothes walking over, his long hair as gorgeous as blood.
“Vladimir, long time no see.”
The noble young man raised his bloody eyes and looked at the pale lady in front of him with a solemn expression.
“We haven’t seen each other for a while.”
“I came to the Immortal Fortress some time ago and met Swain, but you were not here.”
The pale lady came over , the two of them walked side by side towards the depths of the palace.
“I heard one of your bodies was destroyed?”
"It's just a half-finished body." Vladimir chuckled softly, his blood-red eyes filled with meaning.
"But I got a piece of news about the protoss genius. It seems that Black Rose has no record?"
"This is somewhat inconsistent with Black Rose."
Pale The lady didn't care about the mocking tone in Vladimir's tone and spoke in a relaxed tone.
“There have been problems in several laboratories recently, causing the secret society to suffer a lot of losses, which may lead to some mistakes in the work.”
The pale lady paused and continued: "The star spirit genius you mentioned is named Huo Jixing, right?" Loss."
Vladimir nodded slightly and stated his position directly.
“I came here for him, but with Swain around, it’s not easy to do anything.”
Since the Blood Cliff incident, the Scarlet Secret Society has maintained a strong relationship with Swain and Dreher. Under Si's purge, heavy losses were suffered.
He also had a vague idea of Swain's true strength.
“Do you want me to take action?”
The pale lady guessed Vladimir’s purpose of coming, but he was destined to return without success.
“I can’t take action at the moment.”
Vladimir frowned and looked at the pale lady beside him. He was about to speak, but after turning a corner, he swallowed his words .
Vladimir and the pale lady stopped in front of a huge well glowing green, looking down.
The Well of Souls!
One of the greatest magical products of the Black Rose. The green well dug deep into the bedrock of Noxus, far deeper than the size of the fortress could accommodate.
Cold blue and suspicious green merge into a billowing miasma, swirling far below, reflecting the three bridges spanning the gorge.
Beneath the bridge, on the crazy whirlpool.
A huge, terrifying humanoid shadow hung in the air, one that no Noxian could mistake.
A pair of lifeless armor is bound to be mentioned in every history book.
In the old city outside the capital, there were thousands of statues of it, all of which had their faces smashed off.
“Do you feel it?” The pale lady’s eyes fell to the edge of the giant well.
Incredibly rich and majestic magic power condensed in the giant well, causing the surrounding space to groan under pressure, and even the slightest cracks in the space could be seen.
"Is he coming back?"
Vladimir noticed some restless magic power around him, and his blood-red eyes were full of solemnity.
“It’s not impossible.”
“I can’t predict the future, but now, I can only stay here.” The pale lady sighed softly.
"Swain, the little guy who grew up unexpectedly, wants to become the master of the Noxus Empire."
"But he cannot see the truth behind the empire."
The Pale Lady His eyes moved and fell on the bridge, where he saw rows of niches with curtains hanging on it, shaking with the magic power.
"If you want to take action, I may be able to create some conditions for you."
Vladimir suppressed his inner emotions, stared at the pale lady, and waited for her to continue speaking.
"I heard that you are connected with the Piltover Chamber of Commerce family and the Alchemy Baron of Zaun, and are conducting blood research?"
Vladimir looked deeply at the pale lady and understood her thoughts. .
"Throw out a bait to lure him over?"
The pale lady laughed softly, left the well of souls, and returned to her palace.
Time slips from your fingertips like fine sand and passes silently.
The cold autumn wind blew through the capital of Noxus, becoming increasingly desolate, a bit like the coming of winter.
In the silent room.
Huo Jixing exited the [Inside View of Oneself] state, his eyes opened and closed, and the green light disappeared.
"Sure enough, with someone accompanying him to spar, his skills have indeed improved significantly."
In the past half month, Tai Lung has come over to him from time to time to spar.
In addition to improving their respective skills, Huo Jixing and Tai Long also have a much closer relationship.
Smelling the smell of breakfast in the air, he quickly stood up and walked to the restaurant.
The table was already filled with food, and there was a large portion of steaming broth.
As soon as Huo Jixing sat down, he saw Heini walking in with a wooden box in his arms.
"My lord, this is something sent by the Du Kecao family." Heini put the wooden box on the table with a slightly curious expression.
"Okay."
When Huo Jixing saw the wooden box, he already knew who sent it.
"What's the matter?" When he saw Heini approaching, he turned to look over and asked.
"My lord, you will not forget it, will you?" Heini's tone was slightly complaining.
“You promised me before that you would take me to the Knox Scalia Arena to watch the Reckoners perform up close.”
Huo Jixing looked enlightened and reached out to rub Heini's head: "Is there a performance in the afternoon? Let's go there together then."
"Okay." Heini looked happy and jumped up and down. Go to your room and prepare to wear your new clothes.
Huo Jixing laughed softly and opened the wooden box while eating.
There is a rune item inside and a letter sealed with fire paint.
The rune items were something Huo Jixing had discussed with Catalina before. The Du Cacao family came to acquire them and finally gave them to her.
After many transactions, he now has a considerable amount of essence that can continue to light up the next Azure Dragon Constellation.
Buzz!
Huo Jixing's fingertips lit up with flames, crossed the paint, and opened the letter.
After browsing, he looked solemn and his eyes were half-closed.
"Did Tai Lung also go on a secret mission?"
After he returned from meeting Swain, Katarina soon received another secret mission and left the capital.
Now it's Tyrone's turn.
Huo Jixing smelled a faint smell of uneasiness.
After breakfast, he practiced again for a while.
He has long understood that only strength is everything.
In the afternoon, Huo Jixing took Heini and Snow White Poro out together.
The slightly cool autumn breeze blows through the streets, adding a bit of tranquility and comfort to the noisy capital city.
Huo Jixing and Heini walked along the broad main road of the capital. There were many Noxians on both sides talking in dialect.
As their footsteps moved, Huo Jixing and others crossed a crossroads and saw a ring-shaped building made of dark gray rocks.
Knox Scalia Arena!
Maybe there was a great Reckoner show in the afternoon.
On the street very close to the arena, the endless crowd was like a huge wave, rushing towards the giant steel gate.
Huo Jixing and Heini followed the crowd and when they came to the giant steel gate, they suddenly heard an interesting shout.
“Who wants an autograph? Lord Draven’s own autograph.”
“Get in line, man!”
Huo Jixing followed the sound and saw a child wearing a red headscarf on the left side of the crowd, holding up the letter in his hand.
There were many Noxians in front of him vying for Draven's autograph.
Huo Jixing felt strange in his heart when he saw the familiar scene in front of him, and sighed secretly.
Are the extended products of liquidators so comprehensive now?
Can I even get Draven’s signature?
"They are Lord Draven's number one fans." Heini looked at the child in the red turban with a somewhat envious expression.
"I heard that they were organized voluntarily, and the signature in their hand is also genuine."
"You want it?" Huo Jixing led Heini into the arena.
"Wait a minute while I go find Draven to sign a genuine signature for you in person."
(End of this chapter)