The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The rhythmic drums are played, accompanied by the rhythm of roars and horns.

The black and white army was mixed together and spread all over the wilderness. Some people fell to the ground and could not afford it, while others stepped forward.

The dark clouds covered the top, and a piece of black was covered, but it did not affect the mutual killing of the troops below.

"Demacia!"

An earth-shattering shout sounded.

Prince Jarvan, who was wearing golden armor, held up his halberd, and his armor and body were covered in blood.

He charged on the front lines, defending against the Noxian attack.

He is the prince of Demacia, but he is also the guardian of Demacia. It is his duty and his mission to charge at the forefront!

Swish!

The halberd waved and easily penetrated the Noxian who wanted to approach, killing him in one hit.

There was no time for him to think on the battlefield, and more Noxian soldiers surrounded him, waving all kinds of weapons, causing him great pressure.

"prick!"

Not far from them, Prince Jarvan's personal guards lined up with guns to stab them.

Their bright silver armor of Demacian steel had been stained with too much blood, both comrades and foes.

Everyone was like an enemy, dozens of people raised their guns at the same time, and without hesitation, they stabbed their long spears forward together.

And their goal, only one person...

Darius!

The blood had already infected Darius' bright red cloak, and even his hair was stained with thick blood.

Facing the stabbing spear, his violent face was filled with excited fighting intent, the battle axe in his hand dripped with blood, and he swung a huge blood-colored arc, cutting a **** path abruptly.

bass!

Dozens of long spears pierced the air, erecting a gun shield in the air, trying to resist the slashing of the battle axe.

"Just in vain!"

Darius smiled contemptuously, swinging his battle axe and slashing down hard, the newly formed gun shield was instantly crushed by force, like a fallen fence.

The gun guards of Demacia all blushed, but they couldn't stop the oppression of Juli.

"Noxus!!"

boom! !

Darius roared angrily, and the battle axe smashed all the spears to the ground with unparalleled power.

He stepped forward bravely with the spear embedded in the soil, and slashed the battle axe in his hand again.

hum!

The battle axe with the gang wind actually cut the Demacian spear guard in two.

The slaughter...begins!

Prince Jarvan saw this scene in the distance, pierced through the opponent in front of him, and clenched his teeth and walked towards this side.

Due to the constant intelligence of the Darius and Trifary Chapters, they did not consider each other in this war.

Obviously the other party should be hundreds of kilometers away from here, but suddenly a battlefield appeared.

It was easy for Jarvan to think that their spies here had betrayed.

It can even be said that several pieces of information from different people are all fake!

It was as if some huge shadow was hanging over Demacia now, as if planning something even more terrifying.

Jarvan didn't have time to pay attention, grabbed the halberd tightly, and rushed towards Darius.

But before taking two steps, dozens of barrels flew from the rear of the Noxian army and smashed into the Demacian army.

"Damn!"

Immediately after, Jarvan watched several fireballs swaying in the air, his face changed drastically.

He didn't care to resist Darius, kicked his legs hard, and the halberd blocked two fireballs.

But more fireballs flew across the sky and landed on the barrels that had fallen earlier.

boom!

The purple alchemy jar exploded, and poison gas, alchemical flames, and explosions exploded among the Demacian soldiers, burning everything.

Demacian steel is extremely resistant to magic, but Noxus has already figured out a way to do it in combat.

The armor can withstand magical attacks, but the soldiers inside are no match for the scorching fire of the outside world.

Soon, the battlefield formed a large sea of ​​fire.

Many of the Demacian soldiers were suffocated by the poison gas, but many still raised their spears and shields, and with only tenacity, they charged forward to fight with the Noxian soldiers.

Ordinary Noxian soldiers retreated in an orderly manner. Due to the permeation of flames and poisonous gas, there was only one Noxian army left in the field.

Trifali Warband!

The damage of poisonous gas and flames does not distinguish between you and me, but the soldiers of the Trifali Chapter remain unchanged, wielding the long gori swords in their hands, reaping the lives of Demacian soldiers.

But in a short while, Demacia suffered a large number of casualties.

"Listen to my orders!"

Seeing this, Jarvan knew that the attack had failed.

He looked unwilling, but still roared:

"All troops retreat!"

After he finished shouting, he rushed forward to fight with Darius, the halberd and the battle axe collided, making a dull sound.

The Demacian soldiers retreated in an orderly manner, and the Trifali Chapter did not pursue, but gathered in the direction of Darius.

Darius did not let his chapter continue to fight, but motioned for them to stand in the distance.

And he, raising the battle axe in his hand again, confronted Prince Demacia and the personal guard he left behind.

Darius smiled sternly. There were only dozens of people, and he was enough.

The guards continued to decrease, and the prince's attack became weaker and weaker.

Even in this situation, Prince Demacia and his personal guards did not show any timidity on their faces, and they still waved their soldiers with all their might, trying to leave something behind on Darius.

The Trifaris Warband stood in place, the flag-bearer waving the Trifaris banner, and the drum trumpeter blew a majestic and pathetic horn.

The battle group stood in unison, and at the same time made a **** note, as if to see off the prince and their personal guards.

"Your Highness, hurry up!"

The few remaining silver-armored guards shouted at the top of their voices, and without hesitation, they moved forward, waved their spears, and stabbed Darius.

His fearlessness was seen by the Trifali Chapter, all of whom remained silent, as if to see off true warriors.

The blood was low, and the headless corpse of the silver armor fell to the ground.

Prince Jarvan did not retreat, but held a halberd and charged again.

He was born on a mission to Demacia, and he was named after the family.

Jarvan, both his first name and his surname.

The Jarvan family, there are no cowards!

Clang!

The halberd and the battle axe collide.

"what!"

Jarvan blushed and roared, trying to push the halberd down with all his strength.

But this time, the halberd of Atama, which was given to him by his father himself as a symbol of glory and victory, failed to go down.

No matter how hard he tried, he was easily blocked by Darius' black axe.

"Prince Demacia, you are an opponent worthy of all my strength."

Darius straightened up and lifted the battle axe in his hand with a little force.

bump!

The stalemate was instantly broken, and Jarvan's body was thrown out and fell into the pool of blood where the bodies of the guards were.

Darius slowly stepped forward, looked at the prince who was breathing on the ground in front of him, and slowly raised his battle axe.

"You have countless opportunities to escape alone, but you still choose to stay, which is very good. It is much stronger than the missing Captain Sword."

"Geren will win back the glory of Demacia!"

Jarvan's face was soaked with blood~www.wuxiahere.com~ his vision was blurred, but he still stood up with his halberd.

Breathing heavily, he clutched the halberd in both hands, and swung hard towards Darius.

"Demacia! Forever!"

"Is his name Garen? Hope his sword is heavier than your halberd."

The corners of Noxus' mouth twitched slightly, and he mercilessly raised his battle axe.

The halberd and the axe collided.

This powerful axe smashed Jarvan out with the halberd.

Jarvan finally landed heavily on the ground and lay down with the guards, closing his eyes.

Until he fell into a coma, he still held the halberd in his hand.

"Bring him back to our camp and erect a monument to all Demacian warriors and our fallen comrades!"

Darius picked up the battle axe, gave an order to the battle group, and walked towards his camp without looking back.

He should have given the opponent the final blow, but the opponent's will and the empire's foresight made him stop the battle axe in his hand.

A living prince can bring greater value to the empire.

The tenacity and unyielding will is admirable, but the weakness of strength is a gap that can never be crossed.

No matter how the opponent struggles, it will only become a **** in the hands of the empire.

At this moment, the battlefield is burning with green alchemy flames, and the poisonous miasma is spreading recklessly, like a purgatory on earth.

"Gavin!!"

A mournful and disbelieving voice came from the other side of the flame.

Darius stopped, looked back and saw the burly figure with the great sword on the side of the flame, grinning and showing a smile.

He didn't do anything else, and after cleaning up the battlefield with the Trifary Chapter, he returned to the city of Noxus with the unconscious prince.

The new captain of the sword, a coward who does not dare to go on the battlefield!