Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

Three days later, night.

Ryan's room.

He sat in front of the desk, holding a book that recorded various runes in his hand, and the fingers of the other hand had water flow on the fingers, sketching and drawing in the air.

At this time, a crow flew in from the window and landed on the wooden frame in front of his bed.

This time the crow was different from the last time, with two pairs of scarlet eyes, which looked strange and bloody. In terms of power alone, it is far superior to the last one.

"The Empire noticed this, and Darkwill also lost his temper for this." The crow made a steady and magnetic middle-aged man's voice.

"This is part of our plan, has Ms. Pale been doing anything lately?"

Ryan still kept his eyes on the book, remembering the runes on the book in his mind, with a tone of indifference.

Noxus' business was taken care of by the Commander, and all he had to do was muddy the waters in Piltover.

Recently, due to the incident with Piltover, the nobles within the empire have become very dissatisfied.

Even with the flying doors open, there has been much less trade recently than before. Even with Piltover's best efforts, the number of Noxian armies being flown around the world has dwindled, causing the Empire's spoils to shrink considerably.

Almost all the people in the immortal fortress are guessing that he, Ryan, is interfering in it. He vented his emotions because of the previous battle of Presidian.

The crow's scarlet eyes focused on Ryan, and he said in a low voice, "She is still hiding behind the scenes, like an enchantress who fools the world. She has a big mind and a small pattern."

"You have been able to control the empire for hundreds of years to get your evaluation?" Ryan laughed dumbly.

Lady Pale had invited him before the Battle of Presidian. As long as he was willing to turn his back on Swain, he would be able to obtain countless knowledge of runes, and even obtain eternal life, and the other party would personally prepare the ceremony.

Power, wealth, power, longevity...

Ryan couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, thinking about the firm tone of the other party.

The crow raised his head, with a high contempt in his tone:

"The empire is the only one in the world. Raising the country to the highest point in Runeterra is the highest glory in this world! And she... only thinks about the love between her sons and daughters and the suffering she has endured."

"Commander, we can't expect our enemies to be like you, I can't bear it." Ryan shook his head dumbly and turned the page back.

"If there are people like me in Noxus, I don't need to stand up. The only people I can rely on in the entire empire are you and Darius." There was a sigh in the crow's voice, "But I received a contract a few days ago. The news that came, our strength has become stronger."

The crow's two pairs of scarlet eyes glanced out the window and glanced at Piltover, as if they could see something deeper through the city:

"Compared to last time, the water polo that enveloped Piltover and Zaun is tighter. A few days ago there was still hope of breaking it from the inside, but because she joined Trefary, the last gap was closed. This kind of skill Should be used in Noxus today."

Ryan heard the meaning of Swain's words, knowing that the other party wanted to know why he used a cannon to hit mosquitoes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly:

"Commander, sooner or later Noxus will be shaded by the raven's wings, but before that, we can do a little bit of preparation. Piltover and Zaun are the best proving grounds."

"I'm used to taking one step at a time, and I need to concentrate on the current war before victory." The crow shook his head and said another piece of information, "The news of Zaun's independence has spread throughout the continent, and Darkwill is summoning to conquer Demacia. The Raiser garrison is expected to be dispatched to Zaun in three months."

"It's no surprise that hexgates are the Noxian transport armies, so we're still three months away from getting ready."

"Enough, I was fully prepared at that time, enough to bury him and the decay of the empire." The crow's voice was low but contained a certain belief, "At that time, the empire will usher in a new chapter."

"I will meet the Reese garrison in Zaun. It is time for the undead god of war of the older generation to call for a curtain call."

Ryan closed the pages of the book and held his palm far away. The water on the ground converged, and a burly body with a height of 4.5 meters emerged.

It was a magical product known as the God of War, an impeccable warrior who had strangled a Demacian king with his bare hands. Before his death, he voluntarily accepted the transformation of the undead, in order to serve the empire after his death.

Currently serving as the vanguard general of Darkwill's elite unit Rether's garrison, he is fighting in Demacia.

"Before that, let us witness. What can arouse people's infinite fighting spirit is a bright future or an approaching crisis."

With a wave of Ryan's hand, the water that condensed the undead God of War scattered and re-condensed into a three-dimensional water model of Piltover and Zaun.

"Zuan craved the future, Piltover insisted on what he has now, interesting experiments."

The crow commented, and the four scarlet eyes also had a hint of anticipation. It's a pity that he has to face the present, otherwise he will definitely observe this experiment up close, and everything that is valuable to the future of the empire is worth taking seriously.

After one person and one crow talked about the situation in the world for a while, the crow flew out of the room along the window and disappeared into the night.

......

Half a month later, Zaan Black Lane.

The white mohawk-haired black-skinned young man covered his face, walking on the neat avenue with surprise on his face.

He grew up in a dark alley, where there used to be a grocery store specializing in

The door sells some strange gadgets, along with some intelligence.

During that time, the black alley was dirty and smelled bad, but it was safe and happy.

Since Hilko came to power, the black alley has become an illegal gathering place, and there are all kinds of bad people, but the simple Zaan people are gone.

But after a few years, a Victor came to town. He had heard of the other party's deeds, a genius from Piltover College in Zaun, a traitor who was hated by the Zaun people.

But he came back, back to Zaun.

On the day of his return, he first leveled a councilman's house, and then blew up the bridge full of Zaun's humiliation in front of everyone in Zaun and Piltover.

From that moment on, he knew in his heart that Zaun had a new master.

His name was Viktor, and he was the one who really brought hope to Zaun through strength.

To be honest, if it weren't for the memory of his time in the black alley, he might have defected to the other party long ago.

The strong young man thought with a self-deprecating look, looking left and right, looking at the new changes around him.

Since Piltover declared Zaun's independence half a month ago, Zaun has started to change that he can't understand.

First, a swarm of robots with large pipes roamed the streets of Zaun, inhaling the noxious fumes in the air. According to Sirco's propaganda, this thing seems to be called an air purifier, in order to eliminate harmful ingredients in Zaun's air.

He didn't quite understand the reason, but at least the air in the black alley was much better now than before, there was no pungent smell anymore, and there was no sour smell of rotting flesh. There is even a faint scent in the air

Oh, Zaun, he'd never smelled so good in Piltover.

The strong guy touched his nose through the mask, wishing to take off the mask and smell the fragrance in the air.

"You, stop!"