Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

"Quletta, you can blame me, but I am the hand of Noxus. The Empire cannot lose a single town right now, or other regions will follow suit."

Darius raised his battle axe and his face became determined.

He can understand Quletta's mood, and he also understands that the other party wants him to do so.

In the end, he made up his mind and chose the empire.

Hand of Noxus, this is his responsibility and destiny!

The battle axe was raised sharply, and a cold light flashed in the dazzling light of the sun.

At that moment, whether it was him or Quiletta, a lot of pictures appeared in their minds.

Some people have said that before killing relatives and friends, their own and each other's life will come to mind.

Quiletta and he were born in a town conquered by Noxus.

At that time, they longed for the strength of Noxus, but at the same time they were fed up with the weakness of their own land.

He emerged from the Noxian Arena and joined Colonel Cyrus with Draven and Queretta.

At that time, they really understood what an army was and what an empire was.

Expand the territory for the empire, accumulate illustrious military exploits, and let your reputation spread in the empire and the world.

Fighting for Noxus, they began to understand the meaning of the phrase.

Darius has always believed that the value of his life is for the empire and to ensure the normal operation of the empire.

He saw with his own eyes countless of his comrades died in battle beside him, and saw with his own eyes those who had been oppressed by the rest of the nation were liberated by Noxus and rose up again in Noxian lands.

Take up arms, leave cowardice behind, and Noxus will give everyone a chance to be a warrior.

For the once dead Paoze, and for the empire that is getting better and better now, he has long put his life and death aside.

Rather, it is not only himself, he has long been conscious of dedicating his family, children, wife's blood and life to the empire.

Quiletta gave him a boy seventeen years ago, whom he named Decius.

The boy is not strong, but also does not lack the courage and blood to fight.

Decius followed the two of them on the battlefield all the year round, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he had long had the faith to fight for Noxus.

In the end, the boy died on the road to the expansion of the empire. While he was deeply regretful, he was also proud of the boy.

And Quletta in front of him has been by his side since he was a child, and they have experienced countless wars and turmoil.

He has always understood the other party's mind.

But if in the end even he chose the love of his sons and daughters, those who sacrificed for the empire will die without meaning.

He is the role model for all Noxian warriors, the repressive hand of the Empire.

Darius admits inwardly that, as a man, he owes her a safe, secure home.

But he was the hand of Noxus, and something had to be done for the sake of the Empire.

When the Empire no longer needs his axe blade, he will kneel at her grave, apologise to death, and meet her again in the underworld until the day their souls dissipate.

At that time, he would only have the other person in his heart.

Farewell...Quiretta!

With sadness in Darius' eyes, the unstoppable battle axe swung down heavily, and the blade of the axe even made a sound of breaking wind, and there was no room for recovery.

"what!!!"

He roared, roared, his eyes widened, as if he wanted to deeply remember the beautiful face in front of him that had closed his eyes.

laugh!

When the battle axe was only an inch away from Quileta, a dim blue candle light suddenly appeared, agitating on the battle axe, splashing a large group of flames.

The sudden burst of fire caused Quletta's face to sting, and he subconsciously took two steps back, covered his cheeks, and two lines of clear tears fell from his face.

She had already made her choice, since he had chosen the Empire. Then dying at the hands of Darius is her best destination.

"Dareus, stop."

The candlelight and the crow appeared not far from Darius at the same time, turning into two figures of different colors.

"President of Parliament..."

Darius' battle axe, let it fall to the ground, looking at Ryan, who is composed of faint blue fire.

"Wait a minute, we have something to do."

Ryan's words were serious, he glanced around indifferently, and gave Xin Zhao a wink.

Xin Zhao understood, went forward and pulled out the flag planted in the soil, clenched it tightly with his left hand, aimed it in the direction of the Black Gate of Becilico, and threw it fiercely.

hum!

Under the gazes of everyone, the flag pierced the sky, streaked a sharp arc in the air, and plunged straight into the black gate.

At this point, the new flag of the Empire once again fluttered above Bercilico.

Facing the flag that was hung up, Quiletta remained silent, and Darius did not object.

Ryan took his eyes away from the flag, swept over the soldiers stationed on the tower, looked at Quletta and Darius with different expressions, and said:

"The Council of Trifali was not established to shed more blood on Noxus, but to tell the undead who died for the Empire. It is because of their sacrifice that the Empire is prosperous, and their sons and daughters Wife and family will enjoy the supreme honor!"

The plausible words echoed in Besilico, and even the soldiers on the towers clenched their weapons unconsciously.

Darius closed his eyes with a complicated expression, the battle axe in his hand fell weakly, splashing a large piece of sand.

If he went back in time, he would still do what he did. But Ryan's words also eased the heaviness in his heart.

No one wants to sacrifice, not even him.

"General Quilletta."

Ryan looked indifferently at the woman kneeling on the ground:

"Because of your delay in the order of the Empire, from today onwards deprivation of the position of General Bercilico, and the post of garrison will be assumed by your adjutant Infertia."

"Your Majesty the President of the Council..." Infertia looked slightly anxious.

She had never thought of betraying Quiletta and felt unworthy of the position. What's more, she was the one who shot, and she deserved the crime.

"General Quileta's punishment has not yet been finished. After returning to the immortal fortress, he must serve in the Zhanzheng Academy and serve as a war department instructor for 10 years." Ryan said calmly.

Infertia and Queretta were stunned at the same time, and even Darius opened his eyes, seemingly wondering about Ryan's decision.

"President of Parliament, are you not afraid that I will teach rebellious students and make the empire no longer bloody?" Quiletta raised his eyebrows.

Even if she had just faced Tomahawk, she never thought of denying that she was a Noxian.

She has been denying the idea of ​​the Empire, not her own identity.

Fight for Noxus, that simple sentence.

Her body was disabled, her husband turned against herself, her son died on the battlefield, and countless relatives and friends sacrificed for the great cause...

But in the end, what did they gain? When will the empire really become great...

"Quiretta, are you still a Noxian? Answer me that question!"

Ryan looked directly at Quiletta, and the eyes made of flames seemed to see through everything.

Quiletta took a deep breath, with a firmness on his face: "It has never changed!"

She is Noxian! Even if she sacrifices everything, she will die with this identity!

It was the people she cared about and the place she had fought for herself. Every brick of the empire had their blood flowing.

Even once, she would just make the tragedy never happen again, instead of rejecting the empire.

"Very good!" Ryan's mouth raised slightly. "Every Noxian has the right to practice what he thinks is right. Quletta, in your eyes, what is a Noxian?"