Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

"Ezreal, right? His Majesty the President of the Council announced something that shook the entire continent. What did you prepare today?"

The female mercenary wearing a blindfold with one eye below, with a hot body and a brown wavy shawl laughed teasingly.

She was Samira who had just sent Indali to the recruitment, and after listening to Ryan's speech, she became interested in what Ezreal had to say.

She's a natural lover of adventure and excitement, and it's a really addicting feeling.

"Hahaha, lady, of course I came prepared. Since I mentioned Zaun, who knows how many years of history there is?" Ezreal asked excitedly.

"About a thousand years ago, a small port called Zaan appeared, where the prototype of Zaan is now." A man dressed as a gentleman said solemnly.

Judging by his attire, it can be seen that he was once Mrs. Piltover.

Ezreal smiled and shook his head gently:

"No, according to my new findings, Zaun is at least 3,000 years old."

"3000 years!"

The gentleman frowned tightly and looked at Ezreal in surprise.

He didn't think it was nonsense, the other party had already proved his knowledge.

"Yes, after my exploration of historical clues, I found Zaun's predecessor - Oshera Vazuun!"

"That's just a legend," murmured the gentleman.

"Sir, it is not a legend. It not only exists, but it is still well preserved in the underground of Zaan, and is currently guarded by the Empire and Zaan jointly."

Ezreal watched the appetite of the people below hang up, cleared his throat, and began to seriously read the story of his solo adventure.

"..."

The story is half-true and half-false, and everything he encounters is true, but the solution is replaced by himself, and the method has become the way Ryan designed for him.

I have to say that the cool moves and techniques that Mr. Speaker thought were very suitable for him, Ezreal.

"Finally, I escaped from the inside and happened to meet Mr. Ryan. I knew that Noxus had the ability to protect it, so I told him the secret, and that's why I'm here today."

"What you said is so powerful, why don't you show it, let's have a match?"

Listening to Ezreal's one-man show, Samira felt a little itchy, raised her tattooed arm and said loudly.

coming!

When Ezreal was refreshed, he knew it!

How could there be no fighting in Noxian territory.

With a smile on his face, he answered cheerfully:

"Ma'am, let's have a test, but there are still major discoveries to be announced later. Let's have a simple test. I think you are also a gunslinger, so let's test the accuracy and power."

"Exactly what I want!"

Samira picked up her pistol and jumped onto the high platform. The pistol was turned in her hand, and she had a hint of excitement on her face:

"How to fight, shoot each other?"

"No no no!"

Ezreal directly rejected Samira's proposal.

Just kidding, in a bloody fight, the weakest Noxian can beat him 10 times.

No Noxian who dares to come to power has not experienced hundreds of fights.

"Today is a festive day for the opening of the academy, and it is not suitable to see blood. We just used the props of the academy to demonstrate to everyone."

He greeted one of Draven's younger brothers, and soldiers of the Trifali Chapter pushed a machine onto the stage.

The heavily armored machine was placed in the center. Facing the suspicious gazes of the audience, Ezreal smiled and said:

"This is a test machine invented by Ms. Orianna, a professor of mechanics at the college, and he can rate attacks. Like...

"Ma'am, take a shot."

boom!

A live bullet hit the armor in an instant, making a dull collision sound.

"Attack Strength: Weak!"

The machine made a sound, a soft, electronic voice, dubbed by Orianna herself.

"It's the academy's mid-level test bot, so it's probably a little bit more demanding for the attack."

Ezreal smiled, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

He is stable!

At least, Samira's firearms are not high-end stuff.

"Cut! It's not just a machine, look at me!"

Samira's competitive spirit was instantly aroused, she raised her eyebrows, and she pulled another pistol from her waist.

In a flash, she rushed to the side of the mechanical dummy.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Frequent barrage sounds sounded, Samira danced beside the mechanical dummy like a ghost, and the double guns kept firing bullets, venting towards the dummy.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The shells fell to the ground frequently, making a crisp sound, and the sound of gunfire was continuous.

Ezreal can see clearly that when one gun is empty, the other gun will shoot more frequently, and Samira will change the magazine within a second.

But in a few seconds, several magazines were poured out, and an empty magazine fell on the ground.

It was hard for him to imagine how Samira could hide so many magazines in her hot dress.

Immediately afterwards, Samira's double spears retracted in the blink of an eye, and drew out the broadsword behind her.

"drink!"

She shouted angrily and jumped high

, the big knife slashed down heavily.

The blade with the wind slashed heavily on the iron armor of the mechanical dummy, making a huge explosion.

Seeing her such a sturdy scene, Ezreal was secretly shocked, thankful that he did not have a fight with the other party.

If he wasn't familiar with the moves and didn't keep the distance, he would probably be beaten into a sieve and cut in half in a second.

"Attack strength: medium and upper!"

The timely mechanical sound came out, and Samira finally scored a good result.

She inserted the knife back into her back, stepped aside with her arms, and gave Ezreal a provocative look.

"Really strong!" Ezreal said sincerely.

The audience below also gave a thunderous applause.

Fighting shows are their favorite things.

"It's your turn!"

Samira was clearly in a good mood and whistled at Ezreal.

"Look at me!"

Ezreal raised his eyebrows, smiled confidently, and stood ten meters away from the mechanical dummy.

He jumped high, gave a loud drink, and the armguard in his hand lit up with a dazzling yellow light.

Swish!

A golden arc-shaped arcane beam of arcane energy shot out and hung straight towards the dummy.

boom!

The beam hit the dummy and made a collision that was louder than the previous slashing. Not only that, but it also penetrated the dummy, hitting the ground and even punching a pothole.

This attack made the onlookers a little sluggish.

They had always thought that Ezreal was a scholar, and although they had just heard about his expeditions, they should be happy to hear it.

But now, they couldn't help redefining Ezreal in their hearts, and they looked at him with a lot of respect.

"Attack strength: medium and upper!"

This time the intensity was the same as Sharmila, but everyone thought Ezreal was better.

After all, one is full output, and the other is not only penetrating damage, but also looks more relaxed and comfortable.

"This stuff is interesting."

Delevingne, who had been standing with a doorman, stroked his moustache with eagerness on his face.

"Hahaha, Brother Draven, do you want to try it?" Ezreal laughed.

The more people who try, the more people who become his stepping stones.

The attack strength of the middle and upper has reached the ordinary hero-level attack.

Don't worry about whether his concentrated attack can make a stronger attack, at least he is penetrating damage, even if it is the same level, he is slightly better.

He Ezreal! Steady!