Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

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The vision brought by the rune matrix once again led to riots inside the immortal fortress.

Everyone couldn't help but raised their heads and watched a luxurious figure wearing a white robe walking out of the matrix, supported by the water, and hanging in the air.

Snapped!

The sound of hundreds of iron knee pads hitting the ground sounded almost simultaneously.

The Trifali soldiers below, except for the Draven team, all knelt down on one knee, looked up at the figure in the sky, and their eyes were full of enthusiasm.

Trifali's soldiers are mainly composed of veterans of Ryan and Swain. If Swain is a strategist with no last resort on the battlefield, Ryan is the invincible god of war in their hearts.

Compared to resourcefulness, Noxians recognize strength more!

The uniform movements of thousands of soldiers made all the people of the Immortal Fortress even more horrified.

"Who's up there?"

"The white robe can only be him, the legend of the empire - Ryan Meredith."

"It's him... I come from Shurima, where people fear his reputation."

"Everyone who has been against him fears his power."

"..."

Many newcomers to Noxus who came to live in the Immortal Fortress also learned who was standing above the sky from the words of the people next to them.

All Noxians spontaneously bowed their heads slightly, lowered their hands, and looked up at the sky to show their respect.

Noxians don't speak etiquette, but for some special cases, Noxians will use their own way to show high respect.

Today, there are only a handful of people with this honor, and Ryan is one of them.

Delevingne looked at his subordinates who were also kneeling, and spat softly, with a little envy in his eyes.

He looked left and right, saw that he stood out from the crowd, sighed, and squatted down.

"Wait! We will have such a glorious day in the future!"

In the future, he will also be worshipped like the man above and become the greatest glorious executioner.

What Senator Trefary, the general of the Empire. There is definitely no future for the executioner in the future!

Ryan hung in the air, the water running down from his hands. In an instant, the water flowed quickly across every corner of the city, lifting up all the soldiers and civilians.

He looked down at the Immortal Citadel, the capital of Noxus, with recollection.

In the center of the city stands a huge black gate, a symbol of Noxus.

Around the Black Gate is a defensive and airtight core building complex like a military fortress.

Hidden in the shadows of Meredith Castle in the sky, they exude an ancient but mysterious aura.

In the distance, there are more and more houses of various types, and the architectural styles cover almost the characteristics of all regions of Rune Continent.

This unique inclusion can only be seen in Noxus. It doesn't matter where you were born here, as long as you can show your worth, no matter what field you are, you can be respected by others.

He used to rely on his strength and military exploits to get where he is today.

Ryan withdrew his gaze and turned his gaze to his castle.

Through the glazed windows of the Master Tower, he could clearly see the interior scene.

The top floor of the Mage Tower is full of bookshelves, and many bookshelves are even held up by magic and hang in the air.

In front of the central desk, a graceful black-robed lady with drooping silver hair and pale complexion sat there, holding a dark book in her hand, reading intently.

Facing his gaze, the woman looked back at him proudly and indifferently, but nodded lightly at him, and then put her eyes on the magic book again.

Syndra... long time no see.

The corners of Ryan's mouth raised slightly, but he didn't stop for much, and his figure dissipated in the air as a stream of water.

When he reappeared, he was already in the Noxian Council Hall, where the Empire held major meetings.

"The person who can sit on the throne may not necessarily rule the world, but it just means that you have a butt that is just the right size."

As soon as he entered the magnificent hall, Ryan heard a calm voice.

Swain stood in the center of the hall, and Sen Leng looked directly at the throne above. There, sat an old thin old man.

It's just that at this time, his expression was slightly frightened, but he forced himself to remain calm:

"Swain, this position is a position assigned to me by God. The empire cannot be without my leadership."

"The empire has always been the empire of all Noxians. Darkwill, we don't believe in fate. We overthrow kingdoms, not to make them serve a new king, but to make them like us , become a glorious Noxian."

Swain's obscure gaze glanced at the shadow, and when he saw that the person standing there was motionless, he began to move forward:

"We don't need a useless leader. Noxus advocates strength. After you die, Trifali will forge a new empire. Every talented person can play his own strengths and find his own place here. "

His iron boots stepped on the cold floor tiles and steps, making a crisp sound.

When he stepped on the highest steps, his eyes were enough to look down at Darkwill on the throne.

"No, you can't kill me!"

Darkwill's face was full of fear, but his eyes did not give in, and he still clenched his teeth and looked at Swain.

This was the second time anyone other than Lady Pale LeBlanc had set foot on his throne.

"Darkwill, look at what you look like now. We are Noxians. Even if we die, we shouldn't show such a timid face." Swain said coldly.

His words, on the contrary, made Darkwill look angry.

But even if Darkwill was burning with anger, he was very clear in his heart that he was not the opponent of the person in front of him at all.

Until now, he could not wait for the support of Black Rose. In fact, he already knew in his heart that he had been abandoned.

Those who have promised themselves are all in the mirror, and if something goes wrong, they have to rely on themselves in the end!

Facing Swain's contemptuous gaze, a spirit that had not been seen in decades emerged from Darkwill's heart.

He suddenly raised his head, looked directly at Swain who was looking down at him, and said loudly:

"I beg... no, I'm going to have the Noxtha Judgment with you!"

He has not failed yet, still the Emperor of Noxus!

"You're a bit of a Noxian leader now. Noxus ruling, I didn't expect you to remember this. This is a way of resolving conflicts between Noxians, and the two sides are fighting endlessly. , no outsider can interfere in the life and death of both parties, and no matter the outcome after the war, no one should be held accountable." Swain said calmly.

Darkwill took a deep breath, the fear on his face slowly dissipated, and in the oppressive eyes of the other party, the weakness of his body made him tremble before he could stand up:

"You are the new challenger. As Emperor of Noxus, I grant you a chance to judge!"