Legends of Runeterra

Ignoring Dukor's angry departure, Swain turned his gaze back to the sand table.

To be honest, based on the battle reports collected so far.

Ionia's resistance is so weak that it is even weaker than that of the nomadic desert refugees in Shurima.

Taking over the capital city of Placidum would indeed be able to undermine the will to resist of the vast majority of Ionians.

Then send out the army to wipe out all resistance forces from point to surface.

The strategy proposed by Dukouer does have certain reference value.

Swain refused, partly out of caution.

On the other hand, or more importantly.

In Swain's view, victory in this war against Ionia is only a matter of time.

Imperial generals like Dukor only need to lead their soldiers to fight on the front lines, but commanders like Swain have to consider many factors.

What he needs to consider is how to win this war.

Continuing to implement Dukor's strategy now can indeed achieve certain results.

But in this way, Swain's achievements in conquering Ionia will inevitably be tinged with Dukor's color.

Even if the opponent suffers a crushing defeat on the way to Presidian, as long as Swain acts according to his strategy.

This would indirectly prove the correctness of Du Kuer's strategy, and his failure was just bad luck.

Even with the support of someone with ulterior motives, Dukor might become the one who takes the blame, and Swain's success is just a lucky chance.

The family paid a huge price to allow Swain to take the position of commander.

He cannot tolerate any flaw.

For an Imperial of Swain's level, war is merely a means to an end.

What these people are pursuing is how to obtain something they really need through war.

What Swain pursues is to gain enough prestige and more say so as to realize his ambitions and make Noxus greater.

In short, winning this war is important to Swain, but what is more important is how he wins the war.

When victory is guaranteed, earn gengduo

As for casualties like those of imperial soldiers, no one will care about these things until they accumulate to a certain level.

After all, as long as Noxus occupies this land and relies on its ridiculously rich resources, it will be able to obtain a steady supply of military reinforcements.

...

In the Immortal Fortress, the supreme ruler of the empire, Bron Darkwill, sits on a majestic and luxurious throne.

Compared to the good news he had heard before, Darkwill now looked dignified and solemn, yet visibly old, with no expression on his face, like a sculpture.

After a long while, Darkwill turned his gaze and looked at the dignified and elegant blonde woman below.

"What do you think of this battle report, Hilda?"

“My lord, General Dukuer was eager to make achievements, so it is understandable that he made such a mistake.

After all, Ionia has an ancient heritage, so it's not surprising that such a being suddenly appeared!"

"Oh? So you think that Swain's decision is not advisable?"

"My lord, Commander Swain is extremely intelligent, and he is the one on the battlefield. All his decisions must be based on the battle situation and the most suitable for the current situation."

"That's right, that's right too, Hilda, you're a little too smooth!"

Darkwill's face showed a hint of coldness in response to Hilda's words that did not offend either side and did not offer any constructive suggestions.

"My lord, whether it's Dukor or Swain, they are just hounds in your hands.

Since you are a hunting dog, you cannot eat until you have obtained the prey you need, and you cannot have only one left!"

Hilda stood up and saluted, then expressed her opinion slowly and calmly.

"Haha, 'hound'? Interesting metaphor!"

Darkwill smiled slightly.

"Pass my order to reinforce Swain with the 4th, 7th, and 9th legions.

Dukuer will be punished for three years and demoted to acting general of the First Vanguard Army. If he makes mistakes again, he will be severely punished! "

"As you command, my lord!"

"Well, let's get down!"

Hilda bowed, turned around and walked away with graceful steps.

Darkwill watched him walk out of the hall, his calm eyes showing no emotion.

Hilda was very useful, and her overly mellow words before were just a prelude to her "hound" metaphor.

Perhaps Hilda had already guessed what Darkwill was thinking when he asked the first question.

Darkwill would have been very happy to see such a caring, useful and capable person when he was young. He would have entrusted him with important tasks and even married him.

But now that Darkwill has entered his twilight years, although he has entrusted Hilda with important tasks, his fear is growing all the time.

Until what Hilda did just now, Darkwill's alert line was completely triggered.

"When they bring me the secret of immortality, I'll give Hilda some respect!"

Darkwill gently stroked the carvings on the throne and quickly decided Hilda's fate in his mind.

...

When Hilda arrived outside the hall, a mocking smile flashed across her pretty face.

This man who was once wise, decisive, brave and fearless still showed his human nature under the threat of death.

Death captured all his attention, causing him to step step by step into the grave dug by Hilda and others.

It seems that three legions of troops have been provided for support, but in fact the joining of three disobedient legions will only disrupt Swain's layout.

Let Ionia be engulfed in war, and the intensity of the war further expanded

By then, it will be difficult for the inheritors of those secret sects to just stand by and watch as they do now.

Ionia, a fertile land that seems to be within easy reach, will also become a graveyard for the imperial army.

Corpses, souls, orphans... and the secret texts of Ionia's sects, a large amount of useful and precious resources will continuously flow into the secret society represented by the Black Rose behind the scenes of Noxus.

This decision can not only obtain a large amount of resources, but also push Darkwill to the road of destruction.

Hilda, no, LeBlanc found it very interesting.

She really enjoyed this, leading this man who thought he was the ruler of the empire to his death.

This fun, risk-free mini-game allows LeBlanc to reminisce about the satisfaction of killing Mordekaiser without having to worry about another Underworld Overlord appearing.

Moreover, the bloodier and more cruel the battlefield is, the more it can hone Li En, whom she personally selected and trained.

Be it fraud or fighting, no matter how Li En chooses to participate in the war.

'After experiencing a war at a national level, what kind of changes will he gain?'

When Leblanc thought of this, she couldn't help but feel a little excited.