Chapter 252

In contrast, they appeared to be full of energy and high spirits.

The morale on the two sides was worlds apart.

But their fighting spirit on the battlefield is the same.

The elite of the Dauntless Vanguard formed ranks before the sun rose above the mountain peaks, and several trusted men followed Eldred, the commander of the Mageseeker Order, to seek instructions from the Grand Marshal.

They made their way to the Grand Marshal's tent.

The tent flaps were not closed, and the proud female general was already there, fully armored, waiting for them.

Eldred stepped forward and respectfully performed a knightly salute—the kind where one kneels.

"Please issue the battle orders, Grand Marshal."

"Hmm..." Tianna nodded inside the tent, adjusting the position of her shoulder armor with one hand.

Today she was dressed exceptionally heavily—normally she would only wear light armor, but now she was wearing the thickest heavy armor, with steel plates protecting even the connection between her breastplate and scalpel.

So completely covered up that almost no skin or flesh could be seen.

She stood ramrod straight, exuding a strong sense of nobility even without uttering a word—dignity, elegance, and majesty.

"Please give me your instructions," another trusted aide stepped forward and requested.

Tianna simply adjusted the position of her shoulder armor at a leisurely pace.

Then, in a lazy tone, he slowly said:

"Order the withdrawal."

"Hmm...?" Eldred and several of his confidants were stunned.

Tianna simply repeated expressionlessly, "I said, order a withdrawal—everyone return to defend Great City."

"But... Grand Marshal..."

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

"..." Eldred hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not utter a word that disobeyed orders.

The men saluted again, then quickly returned to the center of the camp to announce the Grand Marshal's orders—their feelings at that moment were probably quite complex.

But none of that matters to Tianna anymore.

She simply remained silently in place.

Her hands, which had finished adjusting the shoulder armor, did not fall.

Instead, it turned its reach towards the neck.

Something was hidden beneath that thick iron plate...

A body warmed by warmth...

Collar...

Meanwhile, on the other side of Demacia...

Inside the somewhat chaotic Great City of Demacia.

A group of outsiders entered this bustling city.

"This is the capital of Demacia? It doesn't look like much."

A burly man clenched his fist, his words and eyes revealing disdain.

His attire was quite unrestrained; his half-open mink coat revealed his muscular physique, while his head was covered by a tightly closed hood—concealing his "unspeakable" secret.

The secret of being a half-orc.

He was followed by a large group of equally strong underground boxers. Everyone looked at the city curiously - either with emotion or excitement, and some were as disdainful as Seti.

It's bustling here, but it completely lacks that pleasant natural atmosphere... It's like a forest made of steel and stone, not beautiful at all.

The air quality is terrible too.

The capital of Demacia is nothing special.

"It's definitely worse than I expected." The other man nodded—he wasn't as muscular as those boxers, but he was more lean and muscular, and his agility was on a completely different level.

He looked somewhat thin, with a long sword strapped to each side of his waist.

His younger brother Yasuo, who stood beside him, only had a sword tucked into his belt.

"Business is more important, Sett."

"Oh yeah, yeah... you guys are way too rigid." Sett shrugged dismissively. "We've just arrived in a new city, shouldn't we cause a ruckus?"

"Doing what Mr. Chen Ce says will also fulfill your wish." Yone, the most composed and calm among them, smiled. "When we're dealing with serious matters, we'll also turn this city upside down... You can then freely express your ideas."

"Ah, that would be best..." Sett felt bored. "I will definitely build my own underground kingdom here—you know, everyone here looks so weak and frail, they need a qualified coach."

"You're right." Yone smiled, then turned to look at his teammates behind him.

A large group of Windswordsman.

While their numbers are small compared to armies numbering in the tens of thousands, each individual is a formidable force capable of taking on multiple opponents.

It's more than enough to deal with Great City of Demacia is currently in a period of weakness.

"Let's go, let's go see the king of this country first..."

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Chapter 103 Free Re-upload

After several days, the Mageseekers finally had a clue.

After the magicians' rebellion was quelled, they continued to investigate everything that happened that day, interviewing many passersby who were present at the time. They even used extreme torture to extract confessions from the arrested Black Mage... Finally, they had a lead.

They knew that a powerful young man had saved Prince Sylas and the Dauntless Vanguard on the day they were about to be executed, and had taken Jarvan IV away in the ensuing chaos... They had headed south of the Great City.

After that, they searched the entire southern part of Great City —they suspected everyone connected to Chen Ce, including that strange outsider who always lingered on the Great City Bridge.

Finally, they located a position.

A hotel in the southern part of Great City...

Yes, the hotel... His Highness the Prince might be hiding inside... That sounds absolutely unbelievable.

But all the clues point to this place.

So the Mageseekers secretly surrounded the entire inn and contacted the remaining garrison in the city to seal off all the surrounding streets, all in an effort to find His Highness the Prince.

As for what to do after finding it...

Eldred's confidants knew what to do.

"We are going to do something incredibly wicked today..."

The Mageseekers quietly dispersed everyone on the first floor of the inn, including the manager, and then whispered to his subordinates beside him while holding a dagger.

"If we succeed, we will all be heroes of the future; if we fail, our families will still receive a large sum of gold... Let's give it our all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other Mageseekers nodded in agreement.

But actually... they don't believe this claim at all.

Their families may receive more money than they can spend, but they themselves... whether successful or not, are unlikely to survive.

Eldred is known throughout the entire Great City for his treacherous and ruthless nature... Having done such a thing for him, how could he, with his cautious nature, possibly leave any evidence against him?

But they had no other choice.

The reason they became Eldred's confidants was not only because they were willing to risk their lives for Eldred, but more importantly... Eldred had fatal weaknesses in their hands.

That terrifying commander never wanted loyalty... he just wanted people to do his bidding, regardless of their true thoughts.

In short... do it, there's no other choice...

If you do it, you'll die; if you don't, your entire family will face Eldred's deadly revenge...

"Let's go... for Demacia."

The leader of the Mageseekers — Warren, the chief demon hunter of Great City —calmly stepped onto the stairs after uttering a ridiculous slogan.

The old wooden stairs creaked with every step, like a warning bell in everyone's hearts, or a death knell tolled by the Grim Reaper for those upstairs.

Dozens of highly skilled martial artists and former Mageseekers slowly approached the door of the room they had targeted.

At the last moment before knocking, Warren pressed the sharp mithril dagger to his chest and closed his eyes—he was silently reciting some prayers... asking for divine forgiveness.

He held the country in high esteem and always considered Jarvan IV a worthy leader to inherit the throne... but he was forced to kill him.

He must commit an act of subversion today.

He wanted to extinguish the last hope of the royal family.

Ten or a hundred years from now, his name will be etched in the pillar of shame, reviled by all, but his contributions to "New Demacia" will surely flow eternally in the darkness...

Warren took a deep breath and gripped the mithril dagger in his hand.

Then gently knock on the door.

The instant the footsteps approached from behind the door, he jerked the dagger forward.

Crack! The wooden door was no match for the sharp dagger; each thrust and withdrawal left a gash the size of a thumb.

But he didn't feel the resistance of the blade cutting through flesh... He knew the person behind the door had carefully maintained their distance and avoided the attack.

"Superior!"

Thump! Warren kicked down the dilapidated wooden door, and dozens of Mageseekers surged in, almost filling the entire passageway.

In the instant the door slammed shut, Warren recognized the person inside—the very person they had been searching for.

Jarvan IV, the Lightshield, the Prince of Demacia.

He wasn't wearing his sturdy golden armor at this moment; he was even wrapped in bandages, and his face looked rather weak... Although his weapon was right beside the bed, it was no longer a threat.

"The Mageseekers... did Eldred send you...?"

Jarvan IV gripped his spear, his eyes revealing deep disappointment and pain.

"No, we came on our own." Chief Demon Hunter Warren bowed deeply, his face expressionless, as calm as if he were doing something perfectly natural.

"This is all for Demacia... It's a pleasure to see you again, Your Highness."

"You are plotting a rebellion...!" Jarvan IV gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain in his body, and swung his spear with all his might, barely managing to force back several Mageseekers who rushed towards him.

But they only managed to force a few people to retreat.

The crowd surged forward, and Warren couldn't even hold them off.

"For Demacia ... I'm sorry." Warren sighed softly. "Now, Your Highness, please face your death."

"Traitor...!" Jarvan IV fought back fiercely, but was quickly cornered by the crowd.

He had nowhere to retreat; countless gleaming, sharp knives lay before him.

He had never encountered such a perilous situation when he fought against the Noxus on the battlefield... He never imagined that it would be his own Demacia who would ultimately drive him to this point.

His heart was filled with pain.

But he... remained calm.

Ding dong~

Suddenly, a melody from a piano rang out.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.