LOL: I am a bad prince in Demacia.

Lizard tribe territory.

When Jarvan IV and others returned, the fire burning on this land had been extinguished, but black smoke was still rising into the sky from the ruins, telling the story of what had happened here.

After the war, the lizard tribe was in a mess. Walking on the road, you can still smell the smell of blood lingering in the air.

The surviving lizard people sat there with expressions of despair and grief, and the sounds of choking and crying could be heard from the less than a hundred people.

On the other side, there were corpses of dead lizard-human companions.

Even though they defeated thousands of Noxian warriors, no one could be happy in this situation.

On the way back, Jarvan IV had already controlled his mentality and suppressed his anger.

He knew that in war one should not be controlled by anger.

However, when this scene appeared in his eyes, his heart still burned with huge anger uncontrollably.

His fingers were clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white.

These lizard people have lived in this place for generations and have never taken the initiative to provoke anyone. They have not done anything wrong. They yearn for peace and live in peace with the world.

However, such an innocent tribe was brutally massacred on this day.

Even the same encounter with the lizard people has happened countless times.

Looking at those pairs of tearful and sad eyes, Jarvan IV didn't even know how to comfort them.

Now that things have happened, what should he do to comfort them?

Right now, he should think more about how to drive those invaders out of this land.

He called two adjutants and began to discuss.

Two choices were placed before him.

First, continue to attack Trevel, but this will involve great risks.

Second, attack back at the Gate of Sorrow.

After some thought, Jarvan IV knew that no matter which of these two choices he chose, he needed to gather his forces and could no longer scatter them as they were now.

Looking up at the already darkening sky, Jarvan IV immediately made a decision: "Everyone, prepare to leave."

The lizard people's territory is no longer suitable for staying for long, and those surviving Noxian deserters are likely to attract more enemies.

They must take the remaining lizard people and leave as soon as possible under the cover of night.

In just a moment, the corpses of the lizard people were also brought along. The troops turned around and set off non-stop in one direction.

Early in the morning.

Located on the other side of the Shining Silver Mountains.

On the high seat, a tall figure had a deep gaze, and his fingers tapped the seat rhythmically, making a "click, click, click" sound, as if he was waiting for something.

Soon, a messenger ran in and knelt down on one knee to report: "General, Hinton's battle group suffered heavy casualties, with only 923 people left. The enemy only pursued them halfway, and ours The ambush failed.”

The sound of tapping on the seat suddenly stopped.

"You said they didn't chase after you?"

Patria stood up from the high seat, her eyes a little more gloomy.

"Yes, General."

The messenger replied: "And, they have withdrawn from the lizard tribe's territory."

Patria looked across the hall and towards the other end of the Shining Silver Mountains, feeling a little puzzled in her heart.

He didn't even catch up.

Could it be that Demacia doesn’t even have the most basic sense of blood?

In this way, the ambush he set up in advance would be useless.

If the prince could be captured alive, it would be a great achievement, and his prestige and status would rise to a higher level.

However, all this is now empty talk.

He was always a little puzzled as to why the prince would give up chasing the enemy. It was clear that he was just a defeated army and he could drive them all away as long as he pursued them a little further.

Now this has caused him to lose a battle group of several thousand people in vain, which can be said to be a huge loss.

After thinking gloomily for a few seconds, the entire hall was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

After a while, Patria ordered in a deep voice: "There is no need to waste time here. Let's inform them and get ready to leave. Everyone will gather at the Gate of Sorrow."

Now that the matter has come to this, it is no longer that easy to capture the prince alive.

At this moment, the only thing to do is to hold on to the broken Gate of Sorrow, which will also be a great military achievement.

Later, Patria added: "Also, send a message to the commander-in-chief, report the matter to him, and ask for his next instructions."

"Yes!"

The messengers in the audience responded to the order.

Patria watched him turn around and run out, then slowly sat back on the high seat.

This time, the commander-in-chief suddenly ordered a sudden attack, asking them to quickly capture the Gate of Sorrow. This decision surprised many people.

After so many years, is Darkwill ready to go to war with Demacia again?

But the problem is that Noxus still has some troops and is attacking the continent of Ionia.

The resistance of the indigenous people on that continent was unexpectedly fierce. It had been so long. Noxus had invested an unknown amount of troops in it, but it still could not win.

Even the man who lived in legend, Swain, led the army, seemed unable to go any further.

When the two sides were in a stalemate, Darkwill suddenly detached part of his troops and turned around to attack the Gate of Sorrow.

It is equivalent to starting a war with two places at the same time.

Although it is not impossible, after all, Noxus does have the capital to do so.

But in the eyes of many people, this is completely unnecessary.

Not to mention, in the autumn and winter, the tribes from the northern ice land also began to sweep across the borders of Noxus, and those difficult tribes were not soft persimmons.

Although Demacia is also facing the same situation.

Many people thought that Darkwill's decision this time was unwise, but he still stepped forward and took over the task of being the commander-in-chief.

After all, who would give up this easily obtained military glory?

As the heir of the Te Yin'er family, he has had something that others may not have in their lifetime since he was born, which also gave him unparalleled self-confidence.

This time, he also wanted to test the composition of Demacia.

At this time, another soldier ran in from outside, knelt on one knee and said: "General, the Hundreds in the south were attacked. This is the third such incident in these days."

Patria heard this and asked aloud: "Who attacked?"

The soldier lowered his head and said: "It seems that there is only one person. According to the report of the surviving informant, the other person is an elemental mage with purple-red skin."

"Elemental Mage." Patria thought thoughtfully for a moment, then said nonchalantly: "Do you still want to report this kind of thing to me? Send more people to deal with her."

"Yes!"

The soldiers responded and took the order.

November 25th.

Located in the center and capital of Noxus, the Immortal Fortress.

This was once the fortress of a powerful being, and even today few people dare to name that powerful person.