The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 205 The Capital of Demacia

Fenglian Town, late at night.

After experiencing the chaos at dawn, the town fell into a rare silence.

The streets were deserted and the lights were dim.

In today's small town that lacks defensive strength, basically no one would choose to come out in the middle of the night.

In the dark hotel, candlelight flickered.

The caravan from Piltover still stayed in the backyard.

They were supposed to leave during the day, but the leader of the caravan disappeared for no reason, and Fenglian Town unexpectedly suffered a terrorist attack.

They had to shelve their plans and stay in the hotel.

"Are you sure it disappeared?"

In the dim hotel room, people who played different roles in the caravan crowded around the table.

Some of them are caravan guards, some are caravan grooms, and one is a sturdy caravan cook.

Although their identities are different, they seem to be very familiar with each other.

"I'm sure, we have already arranged for people to go out to search, but at the end of the day, there are no clues." The caravan groom wearing linen clothes said.

"And based on the remaining traces, Camas disappeared before we fell into unconsciousness last night."

"Damn Camas, you stay here for so many days just to make extra money."

The shirtless, dark-skinned caravan cook spoke angrily, as if he had long been dissatisfied with the caravan leader.

"Our plans will be seriously affected."

"Don't forget the rules we made before we came out. Camas is responsible for all affairs of the caravan."

The caravan guard, who was wearing standard leather armor and carrying a Hextech standard spear, looked deeply at the 'caravan cook' and spoke with a cold tone.

Finally, he looked at the caravan driver and asked, "Are there any useful clues?"

"I suspect that the news released by Fenglian Town is a lie."

The caravan driver was silent for a while, staring into the eyes of the caravan guard, and told him the information he had compiled.

"lie?"

The caravan guard frowned, and his doubtful eyes fell on the 'caravan groom'.

In this plan, the 'caravan groom' is responsible for the transportation of equipment.

At the same time, he is also the most experienced person in the team and has already executed several plans.

"Yes, what a terrorist attack, it's clearly an extraordinary battle."

The caravan driver stretched out his fingers and tapped on the table, looking coldly at the silent town outside the window.

"Our hidden instruments detected the remnants of magical power in the air of the town."

"Magic that covers a small town"

The caravan groom looked disappointed, turned to look at the guards and cooks in front of him, and spoke in a solemn voice.

"This kind of power has surpassed most heroes, even reaching..."

"Legendary Limits!"

legend!

The caravan guards and caravan cooks fell into silent silence upon hearing this.

The plan they implemented this time only involved the power of a normal extraordinary person, and did not reach the level of a hero.

Not to mention the legend recorded in many myths and rumors.

Silence prevailed, and the dim light reflected a few ordinary faces.

"Then shall we go to the capital of Demacia?" the caravan chef asked.

After hearing this, several people looked at each other, and finally someone made a decision.

"Camas has disappeared, plans have been thwarted, and my recommendation is to suspend them."

After careful consideration, the caravan guard expressed his decision, and then he looked at the caravan groom beside him.

"Let's go to the center of the town and have a look." The caravan groom responded.

"Since the town announced the news of the terrorist attack, the place where the incident occurred must be the place where the extraordinary people fought."

"We might be able to collect some remnants of magical energy there."

After saying that, the caravan driver laughed at himself: "There may be unexpected gains, allowing us to deal with the existence behind the chamber of commerce."

The caravan chef nodded slightly, a smile appeared on his dark face, indicating his agreement.

"If there is extraordinary blood or blood and flesh cells remaining, we can recover some losses for our plan this time."

The caravan guard was moved and made a decision.

"I will arrange for someone to come there, do you want to come with me?"

"Let's go together." The caravan groom stood up and left the room, his steps hurried.

"End it early and leave early. The Kingdom of Demacia is threatening to fall into chaos."

Demacia Garrison is located in the center of Fenglian Town.

The once majestic building complex has been reduced to ruins after the fierce battle last night.

What used to be gray and white buildings are now only ruins.

The collapsed walls seemed to have been burned by flames, with dark marks all over them.

The dome was directly shattered, and together with the windows, turned into rubble and dust, covering the broken ground.

Perhaps after being cleaned by the residents of the town, the ruins looked a little tidy.

Under the dark night.

The dilapidated and desolate ruins welcome uninvited guests.

The disguised Piltover caravan personnel walked in quietly.

Ding!

The sound of metal instruments starting up sounded, and a flash of red light swept across the ruins.

"Information confirmed, no one is on alert."

The caravan driver calmly and calmly operated the precision instrument in front of him, flipping the red and blue switches skillfully.

"You can go in. Remember, don't miss any details."

The caravan guards and caravan cooks expressed their understanding and knew that this operation was a heavy responsibility.

They each commanded their masked subordinates and began to search along the ruins.

Everyone knew it before they came over.

They are probably looking for a mirror image.

But this goal is vital to everyone.

At least it is related to everyone's future in the Chamber of Commerce.

Time passes slowly.

With the help of metal instruments, the Piltover caravan crew carefully explored every corner of the ruins.

They spared no stone or rubble.

They leave their mark on every inch of land.

After several hours of hard work, they completed their search of the ruins of the Demacia garrison.

Then he took advantage of the darkness and left quickly and quietly.

Silent hotel backyard.

After the proprietress Eina disappeared, the Piltover caravan became the only guest in this hotel.

When everyone came back, they saw that some of their own people were still sleeping, and they let go of their worries.

Then, under the instructions of the groom, everyone took off their masks and returned to their posts.

The caravan guard and the cook followed the groom to the previous room.

The dim candlelight flickered.

They took out this harvest and placed it on the table in front of them.

They were a blood-colored stone, like some fragments of an altar, with traces of blood remaining on the edges.

There is also a small pile of blood-red soil, which seems to be mixed with blood, and when it solidifies, it looks very ordinary.

Finally, there were a few extremely charred stones, with faint traces of melting.

The above items are special items found in the ruins.

The caravan driver slowly put on his gloves, picked up the blood-colored stone, and walked towards the brought-in metal instrument.

The instrument is blue, half as tall as a man, with a smooth steel disk on top.

As soon as the blood-colored stone was placed, the instrument began to flicker, and red light shone on the surface of the stone.

"The blood remains on the stone, and its activity is very special." "Compared to ordinary people, it seems to be mixed with some other energy factors." The caravan groom observed the blood-colored stone.

"It is suspected that it is an altar used in some evil rituals, and the surface is stained with the blood of the sacrifices."

"You can take it back. I feel it is related to this terrorist attack."

Then the caravan driver took the blood-red soil in the glass cup and gently placed it on top of the instrument.

“It feels almost the same as before”

"Wait, no, it seems to be the blood of a transcendent!"

Hearing the exclamation of the caravan groom, the guards and chefs gathered around and stared at the blood-red soil in front of them.

Under the light of the instrument, they saw blood dried on the soil.

"Not bad, I can handle the accountability of the Chamber of Commerce."

The caravan driver was in a happy mood, and he rarely smiled after passing the fearful scene.

Putting away the blood-red soil, he placed several extremely charred stones on the top of the instrument.

"The traces of flame burning are very high." The caravan driver fiddled with the instruments and got some rough data.

"It seems to be caused by extraordinary power. The specific details need to be studied by the inventors of the Chamber of Commerce."

"Good luck."

When the caravan guards saw these things, each had its own use, and felt relaxed.

"At least we can communicate with the Chamber of Commerce."

He looked at the groom and the chef and said with a smile: "According to the previous agreement, we will prepare to return to Piltover after leaving Fenglian Town tomorrow."

"Ok, no problem."

Whoosh!

At the end of warm summer, autumn is gradually appearing.

On the straight commercial road, the wind blows, and the endless crowds of people ripple.

Huo Jixing hid in the crowd and looked at the majestic and majestic gray-white city at the end of his field of vision——

The capital of Demacia.

This is a huge city that rivals the Immortal Fortress, and displays breathtaking splendor.

From a distance, it looks like an ancient beast crawling on the plains.

Tall city walls, stately towers, and wide streets are all filled with the weight and splendor of history.

"It's finally here." Huo Jixing breathed out softly.

After leaving Fenglian Town, he passed through the city of Edessa and went straight to the capital of Demacia without making any stop.

The feeling brought by the Kingdom of Demacia is really too terrifying.

Calculating it carefully, Huo Jixing has only been in Demacia for a few months.

But there have been two incidents of encountering demons.

They are the encounter with the remaining demonic power of the eternal nightmare Nocturne in Forsbarrow Town, and the arrival of the demon clown Shaco in Fenglian Town.

"Prohibition of Demonic Policy!"

Huo Jixing related his recent encounters and looked at the seemingly long queue of people on the business road, his thoughts inexplicable.

In the Kingdom of Demacia, possessing magic is the original sin.

Demacia exiles or kills people with magic skills.

Therefore, Demacians always have different desires and emotions for supernatural events, and this is the favorite thing of demons.

Even though most Demacians are self-disciplined and diligent.

But the huge population base leads to the most ironic thing.

The kingdom of Demacia, where legal principles are paramount, has become the focus of demons.

"Perhaps this is why Jarvan III wanted to change the kingdom."

Huo Jixing thought of the recent chaos in the Kingdom of Demacia, all of which pointed to the death of Jarvan III and the relaxation of the founding policy.

"Enter the city!"

Compared to the Immortal Fortress, Demacia's capital has a much stronger commercial atmosphere, and caravans from different places can be seen everywhere.

Huo Jixing followed the crowds of people, passed by the soldiers of the Kingdom of Demacia who were guarding the capital, and entered the capital.

After a long corridor, Huo Jixing officially entered the capital of Demacia.

Bursts of noise reached my ears, and it was very lively.

What caught his view was a wide straight road? , can accommodate five carriages traveling in parallel.

There are rows of shops on both sides, with a dazzling array of products from all over Demacia.

People in Demacia came in and out, with happy smiles on their faces.

Huo Jixing walked along the straight road, like Grandma Liu who had just entered the Grand View Garden, full of curiosity about the great capital of Demacia.

He has already been impacted by the modern society in his previous life, and he will not be amazed by the prosperous trade of Demacia's imperial capital.

He paid more attention to those magnificent and strange buildings.

These distinctive buildings give the capital of Demacia a rich artistic flavor.

Huo Jixing continued to walk forward, and came face to face with a squad of patrolling Kingdom soldiers.

Silver-white armor, sharp spears, and a long sword hanging from his waist, he looked formidable.

In the patrol team, he also saw the figures of Demon Seeker soldiers.

These demon seeker soldiers wore blue coats, held strange equipment, and wore forged copper half-masks, giving ordinary people a silent shock.

Their eyes are sharp, as if they can see into people's innermost secrets, causing Demacians to avoid the team.

"Is it so strict?"

Huo Jixing smelled an unusual smell and looked solemn.

It's been quite some time since Jarvan III's death, but the capital of Demacia is still shrouded in shadow.

He then concealed his power, passed the small group of Kingdom soldiers, and continued forward.

After a cup of tea.

Huo Jixing left the wide straight road and came to the famous and magnificent square.

This wide and huge square is where the rulers of Demacia were appointed.

They are appointed to thunderous praises, symbolizing the power that comes from Demacians.

Inside the square, many people from all over Demacia were admiring the building, and thunderous praises came one after another.

Represents the Demacian people's sense of belonging to the kingdom.

Huo Jixing also blended into the crowd, thinking that he was a Demacian, and carefully looked at the different buildings in the square.

However, his attention was placed on the many sentries in the square.

Many soldiers from the Kingdom of Demacia are guarding the grand square to ensure that everything is in order.

Faintly, Huo Jixing also noticed the smell of some runic items.

"Sure enough, as the heart of Demacia, how can the capital of Demacia be as relaxed as it appears."

"Loose on the outside and tight on the inside is the kingly way."

After observing for a while, Huo Jixing stepped out of the grand square.

He originally wanted to continue wandering around, but many places in the capital were closed to the public.

Especially for unfamiliar faces, they are extremely wary and cannot approach them at all.

Seeing this, Huo Jixing stopped his tour and followed the information in his memory to find the Leiser Guard Secret Hall.

When he left Mithril City, he had asked Dawn Bent to prepare detailed information in advance.

"Ok?"

Huo Jixing looked at the closed library in front of him with a puzzled expression.

He could confirm that the place in front of him was the location of the Leiser Guard Secretariat provided by Dawn.

But looking back now, something is wrong.

Huo Jixing looked at the surrounding buildings. This area seemed extremely desolate and inaccessible.

Just when he was hesitating, he saw a few pieces of gravel placed in the shape of a pointer under the stone steps in front of the library.

"Encountered an unexpected situation?" Huo Jixing was surprised.

Then he immediately followed the gravel markers, went deep into the capital of Demacia, and entered the slum area.

(End of this chapter)