Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

Most of the Noxians did not belong to Noxus from the beginning, they first came from all corners of Runeterra, and then became Noxians for various reasons.

But no matter where they came from, on Ryan's robes, you can find marks related to their birthplace.

Ryan looked at the crowd below, and when everyone was quiet, he said softly:

"Not long ago, a new page in Noxus' history was turned, and when we wanted to record it in history, I was surprised to find that we didn't even have an accurate calendar to define this day."

Each Emperor of Noxus reigns from the first year. Ionia had no calendar and lived a carefree life. Demacia also only has its own national calendar. Shurima has lost its legacy.

History has no shortage of recorders, but there has never been a single force to unify and pass it on.

"Since there is none, then we will create, and everything will be created from nothing."

"Noxus is the largest empire in Runeterra today, so it should be our responsibility to create many things!"

Noxians who heard this couldn't help but nod their heads. They have always been on the front lines of today's world, and they should define everything.

Ryan's words also revealed the main purpose of today's conference.

He and the Empire want to redefine the history of Runeterra.

This is in today's Rune Continent, if there is a force qualified to do it, it is only the current Noxus!

Because it accommodates all cultures, because it has historical records of all regional forces, and because it has the courage to fight against all forces on the mainland at the same time, this gives Ryan and Noxus the confidence to say such words.

His eyes lit up with bright blue light, and at the same time, a black sky-penetrating beam of Floating Castle shot into the sky and merged with the sky.

"Now, it's time for us to put aside the present moment and look back at the story of our human past."

The pale blue clouds in the sky began to change, and a magnificent picture appeared.

It was a majestic city, almost exactly the same as the Immortal Fortress, but it was smaller and had no surrounding buildings.

Ryan's palm spread out, not only the picture of the sky, but also a picture of the once immortal fortress appeared in front of everyone.

"More than 900 years ago, the Rune Wars intensified, when the Noxians and the survivors of the rest of the region took the Immortal Citadel and overthrew the most tyrannical ruler ever. In that moment, the Noxian Empire was formed. "

His voice passed through the ears of everyone in the immortal fortress in a special way, and even the entire area of ​​Noxus City began to show the picture of his demonstration, and his voice was transmitted there.

The immortal fortress of a thousand years ago, a huge black gate was created from nothing. Several Noxhis held a flag together and planted it above the black gate.

It was the flag of the empire at the beginning of its establishment, and it still hangs at the top of the black gate of the immortal fortress, symbolizing the beginning of the empire.

"That day was the first year of Noxus and the first year of Runeterra defined by us Noxians!"

Ryan's solemn words made the hearts of all Noxians tremble.

The establishment of Noxus was the first year of Runeterra, what a dazzling title.

They are defining history and sorting out the context of human civilization.

A heavy sense of participation in history came to them.

All Noxians stared wildly at the sky, that was their empire, and they gave all they could to get the glory.

If nations and powers dared to refuse, they were bound to break through their gates and hang the new calendar of the Empire on the throne of their palace.

"The history of mankind is a long scroll, and we dig out the greatness that is buried in all cultures and record them one by one. We may not represent human beings, but we are a member of human beings and have the right and obligation to bring all history Pass it on, that's what I'm here for today."

Ryan's words continued, and the sky picture changed abruptly, from the immortal fortress to a land of birds and flowers.

However, in the center of the scroll-like drawing paper on the horizon, in Noxian script, it wrote 'In the first year of the Rune Continent calendar, the Noxian Empire was founded'.

"Ionia, the land of birth, the first land of our species."

Ryan motioned for everyone to look at the screen, where primitive humans and a group of humanoids fought against giant creatures.

In the end, humans and humanoids won the victory and established the first civilization of mankind.

"Vastaya Xari, the companions who once resisted the giants with humans. More than 9,000 years have passed, but they are still a part of our human beings, and human beings will never forget their help."

At the very front of the scroll, Noxian characters appeared one by one.

'Runeland 9000 BC, the land of birth - Ionia! The beginning of human history, with the witness and participation of the vastaya people. ’

In the Noxus-occupied area of ​​the Ionia continent, many monkey-faced people, lion-faced people, or other humanoids with beast-like characteristics, facing the direction of the empire, Ruiwei slightly squatted, thanking the empire for their recognition of them.

They are the former Vastaya Shari, the current Vastaya.

Their existence was long forgotten, and not even the Ionians remembered what they had done.

The Noxian Empire has written them into the history of mankind.

"A thousand years after that, 8,000 years before the continental calendar. In the Freljord region, the original climate there was not so bad, but human beings were still like livestock."

"Three great beings, Avarossa, Cerylda, and Lissandra appeared, who led the yeti and the ice blood, united the power of the demigods, defeated the gods of the north, and founded the Freljord civilization. .Besides the great Three Sisters tribe, and the rest..."

The picture changes to the extreme north of the winter, where heroic characters carry different battle flags, showing their bravery and fearlessness.

The names of the tribes were blurted out by Ryan, and each tribe name was pronounced in a tone that only tribesmen knew.

"Hoohoo!!!"

"May Avarosa always guide us!"

"Cerelda, Master of Winter!"

"Freljord!!!"

"..."

The tribal barbarians from the Freljord cheered with enthusiasm, their strength came from their ancestors, and they relied on the glory of their ancestors from the moment of birth.

And the ancestors can be heard mentioned, and they are still called great names until today, 10,000 years later.

Their intuition is that the ancient ice bloodline in their bodies is awakening, and their desire to fight is gradually rising.

The barbarian warriors waved their weapons, and they really wanted to break through the camps of the tribes still in the Freljord, and let those people see that their ancestors were being preached.

And those complacent guys are fighting each other and killing each other. In the end, the tribe has nothing left, and even the names of the ancestors have been forgotten, and they need to be retrieved.

See 'Runeterra 8000 BC, Freljord! ' appeared on the scroll.

Every Noxian from the Freljord suddenly looked solemn, with thick fists clenched in front of their chests, and shouted in unison:

"It will definitely serve the empire and spread the name of the empire and ancestors across the continent!"

Shouting shouts echoed from all over Noxus.

In the name of the ancestors, I swear to fight for Noxus and never die!