Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

Draven also saw the book logo and knew that it was the family crest designed by Ryan when he was enthroned as a nobleman.

He didn't remember these things originally, but he couldn't bear the trouble last time. His brother put an axe on his forehead and asked him to write down all the clan emblems that he couldn't mess with.

There are few in all, a book, a crow, a dagger...

Oh, and there is a rose, something that doesn't look like a mother, looks weak, his eldest brother is a coward!

If it hadn't been beat...cough...cough...

Seeing that it was his own, Draven's expression also relaxed. Although he still couldn't calm down the shock in his heart, he still cleared his throat and yelled at his younger brothers:

"Mother! Come back to my senses, isn't it a flying house? I've seen a lot of your big brothers, so don't embarrass me!"

As he said that, he didn't care, he swung the axe out of his hand, and the flying axe flew towards the enemy army in a spin, slashing several people at once.

"As expected of the eldest brother, everyone learns! We can't shame the eldest brother!" The younger brothers raised their knives and began to fight.

At this moment, the floating castle above moved. The black glow of the spire became even more dazzling.

"The weak... retreat!"

A clear female voice echoed in everyone's ears.

The moment the voice fell, thousands of dark orbs swayed downward from the castle.

These orbs hit all the enemy troops with precision, and they were devoured by the dark orbs screaming, leaving no fragments of their armor.

The square in front of the palace became the main place where the dark sphere poured out.

One after another orbs fell into the spider swarm, strangling them with no slag left.

At the moment when the dark orb fell, an enchanting figure disappeared from the shadow of the palace, leaving the spiders to be slaughtered.

Facing this unstoppable black magic, the manipulator wisely chose to retreat.

After the spider corpses were all over the square and nothing else stood in the way. Crows began to gather in one place.

Thousands of crows gathered together, forming a figure.

He was wearing a black cloak behind him, wearing black steel armor, and his white hair was neatly combed, like an aristocrat holding a lot of power.

Swain looked up at the castle that appeared in the sky, the castle hanging above the black gate of Noxus, the symbol of the empire.

Override and shelter the Empire...

He understood that this was Trifali's mission from the very beginning.

Without hesitation, he raised his iron boots and walked towards the building in front of him step by step.

There... it was Darkwill's bedroom.

The castle in the sky is still pouring dark energy downward, and within a moment, the battle situation has been completely reversed.

"Big... big brother... have you seen this before?"

Brother Draven froze as he prepared to move forward, turned his head mechanically, and looked at his elder brother in fear.

"Hmm... um! I've seen this a lot. Let me tell you, the labor and management can just fly out an axe, and they can flatten the houses in front of us!"

Draven swallowed frantically, endured the fear in his heart, and pointed to the fort-like private house in front of him.

Just now, the enemy that they needed a period of time to clean up was solved in an instant.

There is such a powerful force in the world... In other words, is it too late for him to transfer to magic now?

When he was secretly surprised, the soldier next to him was looking at him with admiration, and secretly exclaimed in admiration:

It should be said that it is Big Brother Delevingne, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, full of the loneliness of a master.

The real strength of the elder brother is definitely stronger than that of the mages in the castle.

However, a soldier opened his mouth slightly, pointed to the location where the enemy disappeared not far away, and kindly reminded:

"Brother Draven, your axe."

"Axe? What axe?"

Draven seemed to remember something, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the pitted open space in front of him after being washed by the dark orb.

He remembered that as soon as he flew out of the axe, countless orbs flew down from the sky.

The traces left by the orb disappeared, but his axe also disappeared.

"That... it seems to be done by the person above, do we want to trouble him?" the soldier just now hesitated.

"Forehead..."

Draven raised his head and pondered on his younger brother's words. Seems to be considering the feasibility of this approach.

Boom!

A huge dark serve fell from the sky and landed in front of Delevingne.

The fort-like private house he just pointed to was instantly shrouded in darkness.

From his perspective, he could clearly see that a hostile soldier pulling a bow at the window was in pain, his whole body was plunged into darkness, and even before he could let out a distorted scream, it had already turned into flying ashes along with the house.

Looking at the flattened building in front of him, Delevingne shivered and waved his hand indifferently:

"It's okay, it's okay, I don't have the axe for a long time. When we lay the immortal fortress, it's better to change it."

Seeing what the soldier had to say, Delevingne glared:

"Don't hurry to clean up the battlefield!"

"Yes!"

Watching the soldiers run away, Delevingne's expression showed a touch of sadness, and he looked at the pothole in front of him with tears in his eyes.

After a long time, he slowed down and continued to perform his duties with a sigh.

When the immortal fortress changed dramatically, on the chessboard on the top of the mountain, a large piece of black chess was wiped out, and there was no protection beside the black king.

On the entire board, there are only three black pieces left, the queen, the king and the last knight.

Ryan had a smile on his face, and LeBlanc's face was much uglier than him.

"Is this your trump card? Such powerful black magic always makes me think of something bad."

"As a master of black magic, do you also fear the dark?"

Ryan had a playful face and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

LeBlanc shook his head and said meaningfully:

"I've lived through countless years and seen countless terrible things. They are hidden in endless darkness, full of unknowns. The more I see, the more things I find hidden."

"We are more afraid of being known than what we don't know," Ryan said flatly.

He didn't look at the chessboard again, but looked at the lady in front of him, and said in a serious tone:

"You have controlled the empire for thousands of years. It is sad that the empire is still standing still under such unique conditions."

"Humans are neither Protoss nor Darkspawn. We have our own limits." LeBlanc whispered.

Really, she has no conflict of interest with Ryan or even Trefary. Not only that, but they have a common enemy.

That one is still active in the underworld, and may have become the terrifying existence of the master there.

In the past, her ability and talent were not strong. In the past thousand years, she has seen too many amazing and brilliant people, but even so, few people have survived until now.

For thousands of years, there has been only one person like the former owner of the Immortal Fortress.

"This is your limitation, Ms. LeBlanc. You lack the courage like him. Whether it's a demon, a protoss, or a darkborn, you've all been defeated by him." Ryan smiled.

LeBlanc looked strangely at the man in front of him. Compared with the crazy villain from a thousand years ago, the man in front of him seemed more refined and rational.

But they have one thing in common, the belief that the whale swallows the world and is the only one.

In the end, the madness of that person made him suppress an entire era, and the souls of the dead under his hands may be more than the current total population of Rune Continent.

Just don't know how far the other party can go.

LeBlanc's eyes flickered. Perhaps, she should change her plan and take a look at the person in front of her. Is it worth her expectation.

It seems that he understands the meaning of the other party's eyes, or he no longer cares about the other party's thoughts.

Ryan's expression took a little seriousness, and he pointed to the black knight chess that was still on the chessboard:

"Lesser's garrison is a respectable army, but it's nearing the end, and it's time for him to end."

He held the white mage chess in his hand and picked it up gently.