Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

Jace accepted the invitation solemnly, with a touch of emotion in his eyes.

"Don't you want to know who the professor is?" Mel's mouth curled up.

"Victor!" he blurted out.

Jace looked out the window with nostalgia in his eyes.

Suddenly, he laughed:

"It's interesting, isn't it, everyone used to think of him as my assistant. I thought he was my good friend, but in fact he was the same as everyone thought."

"You are much more mature than before," Mel said sincerely.

"I've been through too many things. Ms. Camille's choice, Shirko's death, the misfortune of Gilamain's family, and the changes in the Twin Cities. These things made me slowly look at what I've done before."

He grabbed the wine glass in his hand, and smiled at himself:

"Piltover is where I am today, largely because of my mistakes, and I kind of understand Heimerdinger's thinking now."

"You're not like him," Mel said.

"Yeah, I don't live as long as a professor. So I have to learn more in a short period of time. I want to go to the War College and see the world from a Noxian perspective."

There was a word he didn't say.

He wants to grow up with Victor at the same time again, and this time, he won't be overtaken by the other party too much.

"People make mistakes, but they also grow. Leave Piltover to me, and we'll be waiting for our best leaders."

Mel leaned on Jace and made his promise.

The vision of Noxus was also seen by people in the rest of the region.

In the Demacian barracks not far from the city of Noxus, the Demacian prince Jarvan Lightshield, dressed in golden armor, stood side by side with the burly, tall and heavily armored Garen Crownguard, staring at Nuo in the distance. Visions of Texas.

Light Shield and Crown Guard, they have always been Demacia's sharpest halberds and strongest shields, leading generations of Demacians to triumph.

"A passionate speech." Galen sighed.

"But it doesn't do any good to Demacia. It is thousands of kilometers away from the immortal fortress, but you can see visions and hear his voice." Jarvan looked solemn.

He felt that Demacia should reassess the power of magic, such a devastating power that was now being mastered by their enemies.

"What do you think of what he said, and the recent changes in Noxus?" Jarvan asked.

"Looking at it with the eyes, the morale of their soldiers has become stronger, but the morale can't make up for the gap in strength." Galen was serious.

Jia Wen twitched the corners of his mouth, knowing that his life and death brother was a warrior, and sighed:

"But Noxus is more dynamic, and now we're dealing with what's left of Darkwill. But in 2 years, 5 years, 10 years..."

There was confusion in his eyes, and it was hard for him to imagine how powerful the Noxian army would be in the future.

Demacia has many problems of its own, and there are many visible problems to be solved. But his father always prevaricates that he is still young.

But in reality, he's in his twenties, and those problems haunt Demacia like a stubborn disease.

His father, however, regarded it as a trivial matter, as part of the balance.

"Don't worry, even if it's another 20 years, they still don't want to invade our territory unless they step over my body!" Galen assured.

"hope so..."

Jarvan buried his worries in his heart, clenched the halberd in his hand, and stared into the distance.

Ionia...

Outside the Ionian town closest to the Noxus-occupied area, the red-clothed girl Irelia sat cross-legged in front of a cliff, staring at the vision in the distance.

"Grandma...I'll be able to hold off Noxus again, for the land beneath our feet."

"I have seen Ionia fall into the flames of war, the roots of ancient trees are uprooted, and we shall cease to exist."

A woman dressed in a green priest's service approached, with a sad expression revealing a hint of despair.

"Elder Karma, I no longer listen to the arrangement of fate."

Irelia slowly stood up from the ground, her eyes gradually becoming firm and sharp.

She no longer flinched, but looked directly in the direction of Noxus and said decisively:

"We beat them back once, and we can beat them back thousands of times in the future, until my blood is dry!"

"Ionia, stay high!!!"

......

In front of the temple of Shurima, a Shurima man dressed as a dog-headed anthropologist stood there.

His bright eyes seemed to see everything, his left on Targon and his right on Noxus.

After a long time, he sighed softly, and his tone was like a whisper of an old man with a long history:

"One day, the gods will be destroyed. Noxus and Ryan Meredith, I look forward to your future."

He turned around, facing the blue-skinned mage who was waiting for him at the entrance of the temple, and said with certainty and no doubt:

"Ryze, Shurima doesn't have what you're looking for. If you want, maybe Targon has news of them."

"Grand Maester! They're dangerous!" Ryze stared at each other.

"Yeah, I know that. But they're not in Shurima, as you can see, Shurima is like a sunset that's about to fall." The Grand Master sighed softly.

"you will regret

of! Bachelor! "

Ryze's expression remained unchanged, and the rune circle surrounded him, and finally disappeared.

"Shurima is dead, and what could be more regrettable than what happened thousands of years ago."

The great scholar laughed heartily, full of bitterness and sadness.

......

The eyes of all parts of Rune Continent are focused on the center of the continent. After a series of changes, they have no doubt that the empire will bloom more intensely in the future.

Its allies are screaming, and its enemies are doing everything they can to stop its expansion.

In Zhanzheng College, the sky phenomenon slowly dissipated, but there were still many spectators gathered beside the platform.

At this time, Ezreal took over the beginning of Ryan and started his speech.

He knew that everyone's blood had not cooled down, so he started from his origins as Mrs. Piltover and told a few paragraphs of his adventures.

At the end, he emphasized:

"I have traveled to countless places, but there has never been a place that shocked me as powerfully as Noxus. So I chose here to stay and merge the adventure business with the empire's greatness." Ezreal enthusiastically said .

When he talks about the empire now, he has a feeling of superiority from his heart.

Honestly, it was an experience Mrs Piltover had never given him.

"I remember being in a Shurima tavern, I walked in and said I was Mrs Piltover, and everyone said I was so skinny that I should be Piltover."

Ezreal spread his hands:

"But then a Noxian man of my stature walked in. As soon as he reported his origins, he heard my boss who mocked me before saying—"

He squeezed his voice and imitated with a yin and yang expression of admiration:

"Oh! Noxian, I ordered this drink. You must have some great talent."

"God, listen, why can't I have hidden talents! So I plan to go again later, and I slap the bar when I enter the door and shout, I'm a Noxian, come here for a drink!"

Ezreal's witty words made the audience below laugh out loud.

They were still honored at the time, but were turned in a different direction by the humor of the speech.

At the same time, they increasingly recognized the yellow-haired boy standing on the stage.

Noxus' strength doesn't necessarily require force, as long as he shows an extraordinary side, he can be applauded by others.