The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

Syndra smiled noncommittally, put her slender palm on Kyle's body, and sent the majestic dark energy downward:

"One body and two souls, it is not difficult to transform only one of them."

"Don't worry so much, the soul of the celestial spirit is difficult to change in normal ways. There is only one thing we want to do, wake up the soul that has been dormant for hundreds of years."

Ryan's face was serious, and he was writing stroke by stroke on the research note.

A few days ago, Morgana told them a very interesting message.

After Kyle took the lead in pulling out the holy sword, it was as if he had completely changed a person. Divinity seemed to suppress humanity in an instant.

Then Morgana, who pulled out another holy sword, was not affected in any way.

"In order to wake up, she must be given energy that can compete with the soul of the star spirit. And she is actively sleeping, which is more troublesome than other situations."

Syndra looked at the dim dark orb above his eyes. The energy contained in it was all swallowed up by Morgana's protoss power.

My sister has worked hard for my sister.

"Come on, our research on Protoss is almost done, and there is enough time left to wait."

Ryan kept swiping down, filling the last page of the note, closing the note, and opening a new one to continue writing.

In the library on the top floor of the Mage Tower, there is already an additional bookshelf, which is filled with newly written notes, all about various studies on Protoss.

But unfortunately, they still don't know how the complete Protoss is.

Kyle can only be regarded as a half-prototype transformed by the descendants of Protoss, not a real Protoss.

Astral body...

Ryan's eyes flashed with anticipation and knowledge.

That is the key to the Protoss secret!

......

While the magic department was doing a demonstration, the demonstration courses of the other departments were also being held in full swing.

Draven from the war department set up the gladiatorial arena and let everyone team up and fight him individually.

"What a mess." Quiletta frowned slightly.

She was wearing a red and black shirt today and stood upright beside the ring.

"Oh! Come on! Come on! Kill that mustache!"

Beside her was a short man who was hissing and screaming.

I don't know how Kled found this place, but he came when Draven played the first game.

Especially when someone was injured, he shouted most excitedly.

"Shh! Attacks from the bottom are garbage, and the top is the romance of a man!"

Klie hissed as he watched a burly man who couldn't fight back and was knocked into the air.

He never had to attack with a slash, the knife had to be picked from the bottom up, so that he could hit the key point!

"Xini, let someone treat him."

Quiletta rubbed his head with a headache and instructed the medical staff on the side.

It was another 9-on-1, and it was destroyed by the group again, but it was a cool kill for Draven.

The former follower is now an executioner who can kill the Quartet.

Time flies so fast.

"Hahahaha, are there any more. Come on more people, I'll keep my hands." Draven put two flying axes on the ground, proudly akimbo and laughed.

He had a blast today, and he didn't know what happened to the Ezreal brothers.

He guessed that with the small size of those people, they should be drinking tea together and discussing Taoism.

But just with the mouth of the Ezreal brothers, it should be more pleasing.

On the side of the History Department, Ezreal was indeed sitting in front of the cafeteria.

But now his face is full of bitterness, like sitting on pins and needles, and he doesn't want to stay any longer.

In the classroom of the history department, there was a crowd of people sitting below.

There are young children and old men with white hair.

They are the historians of Noxus, and some would-be historians.

On a large podium, there is a tea table at the moment, and Ezreal sat opposite a young woman with fair skin and beautiful body.

Ezreal raised the glass uncomfortably, and took a sip to cover up his guilty conscience.

The bright red wine flowed into his throat, making him feel the pain of the burning flames in an instant, and even his eyes widened.

"Associate Professor Ezreal, your previous answer was very interesting. By the way, do you know the origin of the wine in your hand?"

The woman exhaled a breath of hot air, her delicate red lips opened and closed, and she spoke slowly.

"Uh..."

Ezreal looked slightly stiff, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said subconsciously:

"Soul flame, the tavern in the west of the city sells it for 20 gold coins."

There was a hint of distress in his voice. When I invited the Draven brothers before, they drank this wine.

"Professor Elise, can you give us some popular science?"

Ezreal knew that his performance was wrong, and hurriedly pretended to be inscrutable.

He wasn't very convinced 10 minutes ago, but he was a young woman.

Who is he? Ezreal who knows the history of Noxus, Piltover, Shurima and Zaun!

How could he be willing to submit to a young woman. Well, although the other party is really enchanting and beautiful.

"Just now we mentioned the various families since the founding of Noxus, and this cup of wine is related to one of them." Elise's mouth curved slightly.

She just came back from Shadow Island, and she didn't expect to encounter such an interesting thing.

This little boy actually wants to ask her to talk about wine and history, how cute!

At first they were really evenly matched, Elise knew Bilgewater and the Shadow Isles better~www.wuxiahere.com~Ezreal knew the Twin Cities and Shurima better.

but...

"The various families? The Swain family? The Kythira family?" Ezreal pretended to be puzzled.

When they were talking about Noxus, Ezreal couldn't keep up, he was stunned.

How can anyone know so clearly what happened hundreds of years ago!

Even if it is word of mouth, it is not known how many generations.

The Kisera family was secretly calculated to fall, the rise and fall of the Zaafan family due to changes, and even the great command of the Swain family.

He also understood a little of this knowledge, and he learned it from books.

The most important thing is that the group of Noxus historians below were mesmerized, and even a few old men shouted loudly on the spot.

This caused Ezreal to sink into self-doubt.

Obviously... the other party is not big!

Uh... it does seem to be quite big.

Taking a peek at Elise, Ezreal praised sincerely.

Elise's mouth was playful, her delicate fingers turned the wine glass, and a soft voice came from her red lips:

"Soul flame, evolved from a poisonous wine, which means the flame that burns the soul and suffers eternal torture."

"So cruel?"

Ezreal stuttered slightly, and calmly moved his hand away from the cup.

"It was used for the first time hundreds of years ago, at a banquet where a noble husband wanted to kill his wife." Elise played with the taste.

"This husband is really not human!" Ezreal said seriously.

He felt that it made sense for the President of the Council to assign a professor to Elise, and he was ashamed of his ability to tell a story.

The tone of the other party's resentment, like the wife who was killed, made people sigh unconsciously.

Even if he had experienced it, he couldn't describe the feeling.