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Draven tightly grasped the reins as his black warhorse thundered like lightning, swiftly traversing the vast lands of the Noxus Empire. His goal was clear and resolute: the Immortal Bastion, the capital and political center of Noxus. This was not only the heart of the empire, but also the place where he must report the details of the recent conflict with Lissandra to the high legislature.
The Immortal Bastion was an impressive fortress, its architectural style a unique blend of classical grandeur and the distinctive brutal aesthetic of Noxus. Towering walls of thick black stone, meticulously carved, exuded an aura of stern and ruthless authority. Embedded with red gems and runes, they shimmered blood-red in the sunlight, silently warning all visitors: this is an empire not to be trifled with.
The surrounding watchtowers and defensive fortifications are equipped with state-of-the-art weapons and defense systems. Enormous ballistae and magic arrays are hidden in various corners of the fortress, ready to launch deadly attacks against intruders at any moment. This not only demonstrates the importance of the Immortal Bastion as a military stronghold, but also reflects the Noxian people's dedication to war and conquest.
This fortress has a long and colorful history. It not only witnessed Noxus rise from an inconspicuous tribe to a powerful empire covering multiple countries and regions, but also served as the birthplace of numerous major battles and political intrigues. Every stone, every city wall, and even every corridor seems to be filled with stories and legends, telling of the complex entanglement of glory, betrayal, love, and hatred.
Draven felt a sense of urgency. He knew that every minute, every second of delay could plunge Noxus into deeper crisis. He whipped the horse hard, and it let out a long neigh, picking up speed. A heavy sense of responsibility filled his heart, strengthening his determination: no matter the cost, he must protect his country and people.
Draven's figure gradually faded, but the impact he left behind was profound. He knew that the important meeting awaiting him at the Immortal Bastion would determine the fate of the entire empire.
Draven's warhorse galloped towards the bridge leading to the gates of the immortal fortress, a symbol of the majesty and power of the Noxus Empire. Every few meters, a fully armed guard stood, their gaze sharp and alert, watching every passerby closely.
As Draven approached the gate of the bridge, the guard immediately walked over, his expression showing great respect, but his tone carrying a hint of unquestionable authority.
" Draven Sir, I'm sorry, but according to the regulations, you can only walk on the bridge, not ride a horse. Please understand."
Draven frowned. He was anxious at the moment, as every second could affect the upcoming battle and the fate of Noxus. Impatiently, he dismounted and handed the reins to a guard.
"Take care of my horse," he ordered briefly, then quickly turned and ran along the long bridge. Along the way, the guards who saw Draven immediately stood at attention and saluted him, expressing the highest respect for this Noxus general. However, Draven at this moment had no mood or time to return their salutes or stop in his tracks.
His footsteps echoed on the bridge, each step like a bell tolling in his heart, reminding him of the great responsibility and challenges he was about to face. He knew that once he crossed this bridge, he would not only be a general, but also the hope of a nation and its people.
Draven quickened his pace, with only one thought in his mind: no matter what, he had to reach the legislature to report the truth and severity of the incident to the higher-ups, so that they could make the most accurate judgment and decision. He would not and could not let Noxus fall into greater crisis.
When Draven finally arrived at the entrance of the Immortal Fortress, he was already panting, sweat dripping from his forehead, soaking his battle robe. Despite this, his gaze remained firm, exuding an indomitable spirit.
The gatekeeper, upon seeing Draven, immediately stood at attention and saluted him. One of the gatekeepers approached respectfully and asked, "Lord Draven, where do you need to go? We need to report it first."
Draven's face turned bright red, and at this moment, his emotions had reached their limit. He forcefully pushed aside the gatekeeper and roared, "I am Draven, the esteemed executioner of Noxus! Where the hell do you think you can tell me to go?!"
After speaking, he paid no attention to anyone and walked straight into the densely packed, maze-like interior of the fortress. His steps were firm, each one filled with urgency and determination.
The corridors and rooms inside the fortress are a testament to the history and culture of the Noxus Empire, but Draven has no time to appreciate or reminisce at the moment. His only goal is to rush to the legislature hall and present all the intelligence and his assessment report to the high-ranking officials of Noxus.
He knows that every second could change the course of the war and potentially impact the future destiny of Noxus. Therefore, he cannot and will not have any hesitation or pause.
Draven quickened his pace, his heart filled with a sense of urgency, a feeling only those standing at the crossroads of destiny would have. He knew deep down that what lay ahead would be a battle that would determine the fate of Noxus, and perhaps even the entire continent. And he, he was a crucial part of this battle.
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