The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities Chapter 116

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

"Don't you want to know who the professor is?" Mel raised the corners of his mouth.

"Victor!" he blurted out.

Jace looked out the window with nostalgia in his eyes.

Suddenly, he laughed:

"It's very interesting, isn't it? Everyone used to regard 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 change in the Twin Cities. These things made me slowly look at what I've done in the past."

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

"Piltover is what it is today, mostly because of my mistakes, and I can understand Heimerdinger a little bit now."

"You are different from him," Mel said.

"Yeah, I don't have as long a life 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 will not be surpassed too much by the other party.

"People will always make mistakes, but they will also continue to grow. Leave the Piltover business to me, and we will always be waiting for our most outstanding leaders."

Mel leaned on Jace and gave 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 Noxus city, 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.

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

"A passionate speech." Galen sighed.

"But it doesn't do any good to Demacia. It's 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 is 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 your 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, he sighed and said:

"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 also confusion in his eyes. 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 the truth is, he's in his twenties, and those problems haunt Demacia like a stubborn disease.

However, his royal father 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 on 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 will definitely be able to resist Noxus' attack again, for the land under our feet."

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

A woman dressed in a green priest's service walked over, 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, keep your spirits 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 looking at Targon and his right at Noxus.

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

"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 to, maybe Targon has news of them."

"Master! They are dangerous!" Ryze stared at each other.

"Yeah, I know that. But they are not in Shurima. You have seen it. Shurima is already like a sunset that is about to set." The Grand Master sighed softly.

"You will regret it! Master!"

Ryze's expression remained unchanged, and the rune magic 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 shine more intensely in the future.

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

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

At this time, Ezreal took over Ryan's opening~www.mtlnovel.com~ and started his speech.

He knew that everyone's blood had not cooled yet, 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 the bottom of his heart.

To tell the truth, this is the experience that Mrs. Piltover has never given him.

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

Ezreal spread his hands:

"However, after that, a Noxian man who was about the same size as me walked in. As soon as he reported his origins, he heard the boss who mocked me before-"

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

"Oh! Noxian, this drink is my request. You must have some great talent."

"Oh my God, listen, why can't I have a hidden talent! So I plan to go there again later, slap the bar at 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 this point, but were turned in another direction by the humor of the speech.

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

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

Chapter end

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