I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

This was a naval fleet captain under Dukur, and the meaning behind his words was self-evident.

This—is probably Dukur's attitude as well.

The naval fleet commander's words plunged the room into silence once again.

Noxus deployed a force that was neither too large nor too small.

After all, the Imperial Army has always been known for its formidable fighting power, and it is indeed possible to conquer a continent with only 50,000 men.

But once the forces are divided...

The already limited troop strength will become even weaker if it is divided.

"I agree."

This time, it was the leader of the magicians, who had been hiding in a black robe, who agreed.

His unexpected statement may have directly or indirectly affected some people.

After all, mages held a relatively high status within the empire.

This caused some army generals to hesitate.

Subsequently, the group discussed the feasibility of the split-force plan, and ultimately the majority of people agreed with the plan to launch a split-force attack.

Finally, all eyes were on Swain.

After all, as the commander-in-chief of this imperial expeditionary force, the final decision-making power still rested with Swain.

Under everyone's gaze, Swain opened his eyes, which had been half-closed.

"I agree to the plan to divide the troops."

Swain's voice remained completely devoid of emotion.

However, upon hearing these words, both Dukur and the leader of the magicians' corps smiled slightly.

They achieved their goal.

................

Night fell, and Swain illuminated the map before him with a candlelight, his eyes flickering with emotion.

Finally, his gaze settled on a place name—Prechtien!

The capital of Ionia, and also its largest city.

Now, Swain made up his mind; he intended to take Presidium head-on!

If others knew Swain's true thoughts at this moment, they would probably exclaim in shock, "Has Swain gone mad?"

Without a doubt, Swain's idea of ​​going straight for Presidium was a risky move!

This is a strategy that can achieve unexpected success.

Generally speaking, only the side at a disadvantage in a war will resort to risky tactics in an attempt to achieve a surprise victory.

At this point, Noxus's military forces hold a commanding advantage, and based on the current situation, it seems entirely capable of sweeping through the entire Ionia.

Presidio is located inland in the province of Warnerly, although one can travel directly upstream along the river leading to the sea.

However, even if everything goes smoothly, it will probably take at least a month to get from Ferrol to Presidium.

However, this period is also filled with many uncertainties.

For example, will they encounter strong resistance, and how long will it take to conquer Presidium?

What if we can't break through and are attacked from both sides?

These are problems, and potentially fatal ones.

But even so, Swain still decided to do it.

Because right now, he feels very uneasy!

It was this unease that forced Swain to adopt a strategy of quick victory!

If the raid on Presidium was fraught with problems, then perhaps its only advantage was—speed!

Once Swain is able to break through Presidium.

Firstly, this will severely damage the morale of the entire Ionia.

Secondly, it can radiate outwards from the central position of Prehistoric.

In this way, the empire's chances of victory will increase infinitely.

"call!"

Swain let out a heavy breath, his eyes filled with wisdom.

His reason told him that this was a crazy decision.

But something in the dark seemed to be telling him that if he didn't do this, his fate would likely be even more insane.

............

A secret meeting is currently taking place on a warship off the coast of Philol.

The organizers of the gathering were General Dukur and the commander of the magicians.

On the deck above the warship, a jubilant atmosphere filled the air, with lights flashing across the sky.

But inside the warship's cabins, a completely different scene unfolded.

Chapter 202, This is an order

Looking around, one finds a collection of bizarre magic mirrors.

The purple magical light within shimmered with a misty luster.

General Dukur and the magician shrouded in black robes stood silently, seemingly waiting for something.

Finally, the purple halo on the magic mirror grew stronger and stronger, eventually reaching a peak.

As if sensing something, the two of them knelt down on one knee.

Before long, a bewitching figure appeared in the purple magic mirror.

The next moment, the figure broke free from the magic mirror and came back to life.

"Get up."

The alluring shadow spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, the two felt as if they had been granted a pardon and stood up.

"Great Pale Lady, we greet you."

The two greeted LeBlanc at the same time, their voices full of respect.

LeBlanc, who had just escaped from the Magic Mirror, simply nodded in response.

"How's the plan going?"

LeBlanc asked casually, her tone carrying a hint of etherealness.

The voice seemed to come from a very distant place, yet it also seemed to be whispering in their ears.

"Everything is going well, ma'am."

"Swain agreed to our request."

"Our troop splitting plan is expected to officially begin tomorrow."

Dukur responded to LeBlanc.

"very good."

LeBlanc nodded slowly, and a smile finally appeared on her charming face.

"Remember this: the victory in the war is not the victory of the Black Rose."

"Remember your mission: I want you to do everything in your power to escalate the war."

"It would be best to let blood soak every inch of Ionia."

"When necessary, we must gather enough soul power at all costs!"

A cold glint flashed in LeBlanc's alluring eyes as she spoke in a chilling voice, the icy tone capable of penetrating to the soul.

"Yes!"

Dukur and the magician responded in unison.

As the words fell, LeBlanc's figure shattered into an illusion and vanished from the spot, like a mirage.

After LeBlanc left, the two got up from the ground.

Yes, it turns out that Dukur and the Magician's Master were actually in cahoots.

They are all members of Black Rose.

The strategy of splitting up forces was also a plan devised by the two of them together.

The war of aggression continues, but behind this fate of perpetuation through blood and fire, there exists an unseen and intangible dark hand.