Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

At this moment, Darkwill suddenly burst out with the momentum that an emperor should have.

That aura has been thinning Xishan for a few days, but it is still threatening.

His actions and words, through the huge water mirror under the floating castle, reached the ears of every Noxian.

"Even if you are just an ordinary Noxian, you have the right to do so. I will follow your wishes. However, the ruling requires at least three witnesses." Swain said calmly.

The Noxa verdict is an absolutely fair fight, and it will be an undead confrontation with three witnesses of sufficient weight.

In Darkwill and his capacity, there are not many people who can be witnesses.

His eyes turned to the shadows, as if to seek advice from the people standing there.

"Count me in!"

Ryan's figure hidden in the shadows was revealed and said softly.

"Ryan Meredith!"

Darkwill chanted the other party's name, and the other party's presence here means a lot of things.

The most elite legion under him has been destroyed.

"I should also be eligible."

A cold female voice suddenly sounded from the throne, and then, a black rose bloomed there, and a pale lady wearing a hood appeared in the hall.

"The pale lady!" Darkwill's face flashed with joy.

Just when he was about to say something, he saw in despair that LeBlanc left his side and walked behind Swain.

"The Black Rose will keep watching you secretly," LeBlanc said to Swain.

"The thorn is like a thorn in the throat, but the blooming rose is like a scene in the world." Swain said.

Dangerous and inevitable, this is his definition of black roses.

For thousands of years, the empire has been indistinguishable from you and me with the black rose. Anyone may be the rose in the dark.

But it is precisely because of them that the empire is prosperous today.

He and Ryan had discussed the Black Rose, now that they were determined to make a great Noxus, an empire that prioritized power.

So why can't they accept a black rose with decent strength.

As long as the opponent still follows the will of the empire, then it is the sharp blade of the empire.

"We seem to be one more short of it." Swain looked around and said flatly.

In his and Darkwill's identities for the battle of adjudication, the other must also have a high reputation in the Empire.

"I saw an acquaintance before I came, and I thought he could act."

Ryan said, turning his eyes to the door:

"he came!"

"Ah~ it's so lively here, oh, has anyone seen my lizard?"

At this time, a short man with a bloodthirsty and excited face walked in. He was no taller than 1 meter, wearing a military cap and a sloppy beard. Judging from his height and appearance, he is a yordle.

Ryan looked at the person with a smile and asked:

"General Kled, the Noxian verdict is here, do you want to be a witness?"

"What? Noxus ruling, oh my god, it's been years since I've seen something so interesting, it must be me."

Klay seemed to have forgotten his original purpose, so he happily agreed, walked into the hall with small steps, and said as he walked:

"Is it right here? It doesn't look formal at all, the floor is so white, it's irritating to have a little blood."

"General Kled, this is the battle field, but I think the ruling should end soon."

Ryan nodded to him with due respect.

The yordles are not tall and sturdy, but each is a long-lived species.

Kled is the founding father of the empire. For thousands of years, he has participated in countless foreign wars of the Empire and is regarded as a symbol of the victory of the Empire.

The opponent's strength is not necessarily stronger than Darius, but it is a Noxus totem-like existence.

"Hahaha, the blood is running high, what are you waiting for, guys, let's get started!" Klie's face was full of excitement.

"The three witnesses are here, Your Majesty Darkwill. Do you have anything else to say?"

Swain spread his black crow wings behind his back, took him off the throne, and stood in the center of the hall.

At the end of the other person's life, he doesn't mind giving him the respect as an emperor.

"Swain, there's nothing to say. The verdict has been made, and we're dead!"

Darkwill stepped down from the throne step by step, his hand holding the sword was shaking, but he didn't say any more words for mercy.

He hadn't touched a sword in decades, but he was the Emperor of Noxus, and at least he had the courage to carry it.

"This look is very good. I remember that decades ago, you were a leader who worked hard."

Swain glanced at LeBlanc indifferently.

It is because of being manipulated by Black Rose that Darkwill is getting worse day by day.

"Everyone will grow old, and they will always have their own selfish desires. Swain, my today is your future."

Darkwill snarled, took his sword forward, and slashed down at Swain.

Swain let the sharp long sword slash his iron armor, and made a sharp and piercing sound of grinding iron:

"I will always be sane, and if I can feel that I am about to become incompetent, I will kill myself early. I can die at any time, as long as the empire lasts."

Swain Mill

I don't care about Darkwill's attack, the emperor who used to be able to mount a horse and slash and kill, now even has a hard time lifting his sword.

He lost his interest in fighting with each other, and he stretched out his left arm, except for the shoulder, which was full of scarlet color.

"Do you know why this arm became like this?"

The scarlet palm collided with the long sword, and the iron sword emitted white smoke, as if it was being burned by the high temperature.

Swain threw the long sword he was holding and grabbed Darkwill's neck:

"In Ionia, it was cut in war. It's always after defeat that one sees something. I was like you are now. Cowardice and selfishness will hold the empire to a halt. The empire needs stronger and more ambitious masters."

"That person shouldn't be you." Darkwill was strangled by his neck, but he showed a mocking smile.

Black Rose, Darius, Ryan, which one is not stronger than Swain.

"He doesn't have to be me. The strongest power should not be the power of one person, but the power of a group of people to form a group. Giant God Peak has never been great because of one god, it is precisely because there are many gods on it. This has become a place of faith for all. Noxus' future will be like theirs."

Swain grabbed the opponent's neck and lifted it abruptly. He said indifferently:

"The culture of Noxtha has been inclusive and diverse from the beginning, we embraced the barbarians of the Freljord, allowed the Vastaya Shari of Ionia to spread the word of nature, and allowed the transformation of Shurima slaves As a free man, embrace the good faith of Demacia."

"In the future, the Empire will be stronger and more united, in every way."