LOL Infinity: Starting from Piltover Guard

High returns often come with high risks.

Although there are enough opportunities in the Noxus dungeon to drive any recruit crazy.

But at this moment, Wang Yu was exceptionally calm.

Because he knew that this seemingly simple empire was much more difficult to deal with than other city-states.

Beneath the calm surface of the lake, undercurrents are surging.

The forces are intertwined and complex, and this is not just talk.

The fight between Swain's faction and the Black Rose is inextricable, with the undead lord Mordekaiser watching closely from behind.

If a recruiter takes a wrong step, he will suffer an irreparable fate.

In addition, the main quest only states 'Join the Noxian Legion and serve the Empire'.

It did not specify to which battlefield they would be sent.

You know, Noxus is now in a state of blossoming everywhere.

There are four known large battlefields: Freljord, Demacia, Ionia and Shurima.

In the dark, unknown places, they had already used the power of war stonemasons to disperse their spies to many city-states in Runeterra.

They even frequently sent out long voyages to sail across the ocean past Bilgewater to explore the jungles of Ixtal.

Every recruiter who is familiar with the background knows that some of these city-states are very difficult to deal with.

If you join the Legion and are sent to Freljord or a city-state like Ixtal where there are demigods, there is a high probability that you will never return.

Just as Wang Yu was thinking about the follow-up plan based on the information in his mind.

The fight outside was drawing to a close.

After one gladiator's head was chopped off, the atmosphere on the scene reached a climax.

"Okay! Congratulations to this warrior for winning ten games in a row!"

"Next, he will have the opportunity to challenge the Liquidator! If this warrior can win again, he will become the new Liquidator of the Drekan Arena!"

"After being promoted to Liquidator, you will be one step closer to true freedom!"

"Audience members, in the next contest between him and the liquidator, which side do you hope will win?"

……

The host is using the magic loudspeaker to stir up the emotions of the audience.

Only when these audiences are thoroughly ignited can the arena gain more profits.

At this time, backstage at the arena, in the organizer's office.

"Mr. Andre, I will seriously consider your suggestion. Thank you for coming in person today."

Bramo wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and said with a smile.

"Please call me General Andre. Also, this is not a suggestion, but an order."

"Every Noxian must respond to the call of the Trifarix Council and actively join the army to fight for the honor of the Empire."

"Only cowards would hide behind the scenes and play these rat-cage games."

Andre, dressed in black and red armor, glanced at the noisy arena outside the window and said expressionlessly.

"Yes, yes, I understand, General Andre. I will immediately count the gladiators with potential and ability, and then send them to the military."

At this time, Bramo could only smile apologetically and dared not show any dissatisfaction.

After all, the other party was the general of the Trifaree Legion, and he was not someone a small organizer of the arena could afford to offend.

The Trifarii Legion is the most elite force in the entire empire, commanded by the Hand of Noxus himself.

"Five days. I only give you five days."

Andre opened his leather-gloved right hand and issued the final ultimatum.

"Five days later, I will not see 100 new soldiers in the military headquarters, and you know the consequences."

"Don't think you can fool me. You should know that General Darius will personally inspect them."

When Bramo heard this, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead again.

"Look at what you said. How dare I do that? Don't worry, I promise to select the best gladiators and send them over."

Seeing this, Andre didn't say anything more and left with satisfaction.

Wait until the other party walks away.

Bramo stopped smiling and sighed heavily.

This life is unbearable!

If he sends all the most elite gladiators to the battlefield, how will the Drekhan Arena make a living in the future?

Are we relying on the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people to satisfy the audience's appetite?

Stop being funny, who would like to watch losers fighting each other?

By then, the attendance and revenue of the entire arena will be greatly reduced.

But knowing this, Bramo had no choice but to do it.

There is no way. Since the issuance of the Trifari Proclamation, the Empire has recruited soldiers from all walks of life more than once.

He had already declined five or six times, but this time a general came in person, and he was afraid he couldn't escape no matter what.

After all, Noxus has always taken pride in expanding its territory since ancient times.

All those who stand in the way of the empire's development must face Darius on the battlefield.

Either face Draven in the Reckoning.

In short, there is no escape from death.

In comparison, the subsequent downturn in the arena did not seem so unacceptable.

Just hand over the person.

As long as you are alive, there is still a chance to turn things around.

The empire is now at war everywhere, and many prisoners of war are sent to the arena every day.

Among these people, there may be some with great potential who, with a little training, can become excellent liquidators.

After calming down, Bramo began to sort out the list of gladiators from his desk.

At this moment, the office door creaked open again.

Looking up, Bramo was slightly startled when he saw a soldier also wearing black and red armor entering.

Another military man?

What’s going on? Didn’t General Andre just leave not long ago?

"Hello, General, may I ask why you are here?"

Although he was confused, Bramo did not dare to be negligent and quickly stood up and greeted him with a smile.

He caught a glimpse of the other person's shoulder from the corner of his eye, and his pupils shrank sharply.

Two stars, the opponent's rank is higher than Andre.

Although the Noxian military rank system is very chaotic, there is no uniform standard among the various legions.

But the number of stars on the epaulettes can sometimes be very telling.

Bramo also saw at a glance the difference in the person in front of him.

The other party just stood there, but he could feel an invisible pressure coming towards him.

It was as if I was walking alone in pitch darkness.

Bramo just felt that his breathing became a little difficult.

At this moment, the man finally spoke after being silent for a moment.

"My name is Branning Grens, and I am the commander of the Third Army. You can call me General Grens."

Upon hearing this, Bramo resisted the pressure and said slowly:

"I don't know."

"General Andre left not long ago for the conscription."

"We are already preparing the materials for the gladiators, and we will send them all to the military within five days."

"Why did you come here in person?"

Grans raised a finger and made a gesture of silence, interrupting the other party.

"You'll understand why I'm here after watching this."

After saying this, dark magic surged through Granth's body.

A purple seal appeared above his head.

It was a rose-shaped pattern.