Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage Chapter 197

Following Aatrox, he looked away from the cabin.

In front of the shabby door of the wooden house, a young man in a white robe stood with his hands behind his back, and he did not know each other by the looks of it.

"You speak a language that feels familiar to me, do you know the old me?"

At the same time as Aatrox spoke, he did not hesitate in the slightest. A terrifying laugh came from his throat. The muscles of his forearms suddenly tightened and he pulled out his great sword, which was slashed at the white-robed youth with a fierce wind. .

As for why...

Does murder need a reason?

The dead will not ask questions.

"Boom!!"

Without warning, a thunderous bang came, and the giant sword fell smoothly and slashed on the young man's magic gauze.

At this moment, the movements of the two people stopped, and the picture was frozen in this scene.

There is only the sound of the "shasha" sand waterfall pouring in my ears, and behind it is the abyss.

Aatrox's slashing movement stopped, his giant sword stayed on the white robe, it was not an offensive he took the initiative to put away, his usual style of behavior was that the sword that slashed and never turned back.

What surprised him was that this time, no matter how hard he increased his hand, he couldn't cut the opponent's robe and saw the red blood that penetrated.

interesting...

Aatrox's empty eyes lit up with a faint red light. With his right arm, he retracted the great sword forcefully. He looked at the pair of dark blue magic eyes with interest, and remembered something:

"I've seen the pair of eyes that peeped at me at Giant God Peak before."

He was very impressed with the young man's eyes. When he was fighting the stupid Protoss, the other side was blatantly watching the battle on the other side of Mount Targon.

Hearing Aatrox's words, the young man in white robe looked at him with a smile. He didn't give a positive or negative answer. He turned his body halfway, facing the direction of the sand waterfall, and said in a gentle voice:

"Thousands of years ago, tidal waves of yellow sand carved passages through the rocks, forming majestic sand waterfalls on the edge of the cliffs. The Soangsa Desert is very close to Nerima Jie, the former capital of the ancient Shurima Empire, and according to tradition, Shurimans would throw their beloved objects into the sand as a gift to the Ascension God."

The young man in white robe told the story about the origin of Soang Sasha Waterfall in a hurry.

Aatrox stood where he was and did not make any extra moves.

This is the first time since he "wakes up" that he has quietly and patiently listened to a mortal.

However, this was not his subjective wish, because the previous slash failed to work, so that he knew the difference in strength between the two sides, knowing that he just lost his memory, it did not mean that he also lost his brain.

So Aatrox and the white-robed youth stood on the edge of the cliff quite harmoniously, looking at the yellow sand pouring into the depths together.

Among the origins that the youth told, there was a word that caught Aatrox's attention.

"'Ascension God'...a familiar name. It seems that someone called me that way a long time ago." Aatrox said in a low voice.

"Every Ascension God is a great guardian of the land under our feet. They have the most noble qualities and defeat all unwholesome visitors for this land." The white-robed youth seemed to understand the glory of the 'Ascension God'. .

"Hahaha, isn't it? It sounds like a noble and elegant name, but I just want to destroy everything."

The other party's remarks evoked a vague memory deep in Aatrox's mind.

It was a time of constant struggle, and he vaguely remembered that he was leading an invincible army, serving a woman with a cross in her hand.

"Destroying everything is not an easy thing." The white-robed young man smiled slightly, and gestured toward the wooden house with one hand, and a barrel of wine floated out of it, heading towards Aatrox.

"Wine from Noxus, taste the difference from the once Shurima spirits."

"Haha! It's good to have wine."

Aatrox laughed, and unceremoniously reached out to lift the lid of the wine jar. The mellow aroma of the wine made him subconsciously lift the wine and take a sip.

The spirits entered his throat, penetrating blood and flesh bit by bit, and Aatrox's golden red eyes suddenly lit up:

"Not weaker than the blaze of the desert!"

"It's called 'Cui Fali's Acceptance', and it's an honor to be praised by you." The white-robed youth replied with a smile.

The blaze of the desert, according to ancient books, only Shurima spirits can be enjoyed by the ascended gods.

"Accept? The name is not good!"

Aatrox sips his wine with enjoyment, but his mouth is full of ridicule.

The young man in white robe shook his head and said softly:

"Each name has a deep meaning, like 'Desert Blaze', which takes its name from Setaka, the original Empress of Shurima. According to legend, it was brewed by the Empress forging the power of the sun."

"Hahahaha, that is a woman who is confident to the core."

For some reason, Aatrox blurted out these words subconsciously.

Obviously, he didn't remember who Setaka was at all, and he had completely forgotten his past as the ascended god.

"Every Ascension God is a person with self-confidence to the core, isn't it?" The white-robed youth asked with a smile.

"That's right." Aatrox nodded subconsciously and took a sip of strong wine, "The stars once crawl under our feet, the brilliance of the sun is still touched by us, and the Queen's Bingfeng points to everything. Kneel down and surrender."

He stared at the sand waterfall in front of him, the scarlet wings behind him slowly opened, and there was blood-vessel-like lava light flowing on the wing membrane:

"We are the greatest gods in the world, the Ascension Gods of Shurima!"

Aatrox couldn't remember the memory of the past, but vaguely remembered a certain belief etched in his bones.

They, once the personification of the sun, possessed the most noble and elegant qualities in the world.

But something happened and they were reduced to where they are today.

He put the giant sword behind him beside his feet, and slowly sat down with his legs crossed, his huge palms constantly stroking the gravel on the ground, with thought in his eyes.

destroy...protect...

"I heard a story from a great scholar that the Ascension God was once the most glorious warrior. Their selection will be strictly reviewed, whether it is virtue or talent, only the best people in the world are worthy of Ascension. ceremony."

The white-robed youth paused slightly and continued:

"After obtaining the glory of Ascension, the Ascension Gods will swear to fight for the land under their feet. Thousands of years ago, the battle of the Void of Icathia broke out, and they rushed to the forefront, with their heroic power to defeat the enemies of Runeterra. banished."

Aatrox didn't speak, just smiled and stroked the ground under his feet.

However, in the pair of golden-red pupils in his eyes, gold has become the main color for some time.

"In the end, the Void was expelled, and Shurima's glory was extended. For hundreds of years after that, Shurima's glory still shone on this land, until the sun disc collapsed and the ascension ceremony was out of control." The youth continued. .

"He shouldn't get out of control, it's a conspiracy!"

Aatrox's eyes flashed with anger, and his palms sank deeply into the yellow sand.

The ground, under his subconscious action, trembled.

"Perhaps... After about a thousand years, Feishengtian lost his former commander, fell apart, and began to fight each other. The once great ones will also be corrupted one day." The white-robed youth said.

"Hahaha, the induction of the stars, the ravings of the void, the loss of faith. In such a world, what qualifications do we have for us to struggle again. Perhaps, the best destination is the arrival of annihilation!"

Aatrox slammed into his mouth with strong liquor, cursing everything, and Gushurima blurted out coherently and quickly.

"Maybe, but there are still many people who have remembered your greatness, haven't they?"

The young man smiled and looked into the distance slightly.

Aatrox also seemed to feel something, and looked in that direction.

In the direction of the sand waterfall, dozens of huge Scarashes came, with bodies dozens of meters high, all over the Shurima Continent.

They have long and narrow limbs, double horns on the top of their heads, and are like bison, making them very adaptable to the harsh desert climate. Not only that, but their fur is painted with sacred symbols of protection, with totems and amulets hanging from their horns.

In Shurima, owning a Scarash is a sign of prosperity.

They walked to the sand waterfall, and several riders flew down from their backs, carrying boxes of cargo.

It was a few sand people dressed in Shurima costumes, kneeling on their knees, facing the sand waterfall and praying.

The youth and Aatrox were far away, but their voices could still be heard...

It was a prayer for the Ascension God, who longed for the protection of the God to protect their tribe to be successful in the coming year.

Immediately afterwards, they threw the boxes of objects they took down into the sand waterfall, and watched them buried by the surging yellow sand, and then they rode on Scarash and left with satisfaction.

The young man in white robe looked at this scene with great interest:

"Even after thousands of years, the Ascension Gods are still the belief of this land. They did not choose to convert to the gods of Targon and go to the foot of the mountain where the seasons change. They still stick to this desert and worship the past. Tradition...

"You said, what are they for..."

"Yeah... What must be adhered to? Their beliefs have long since disappeared."

Aatrox sneered, staring at the direction they left, and there seemed to be more memories in his mind.

He suddenly took a sip of strong wine, his eyes full of mockery.

Watching Aatrox drank the wine, a smile appeared on the corner of the youth's mouth, and he bowed slightly towards him.

At the same time, a blue light enveloped him in it.

Seeing this blue light, Aatrox stood up slowly, put on his usual expression, and turned his eyes to the young man:

"Before you go, don't you have a fight?"

The young man shook his head slightly: "Let's put it in the future, we have countless opportunities, and you still have a long way to go, the great Ascension God."

He smiled, and the blue light beside him became brighter and brighter.

"Hahaha, that's true. Mage, tell me your name!" Aatrox asked with a big smile on his shoulders.

"Ryan Meredith!" The young man saluted with a smile, his voice getting weaker and weaker, and finally dissipated in the wind together with his figure.

"Ryan Meredith...?"

Looking at the young man who had completely disappeared, Aatrox suddenly raised his head and laughed.

After a while, his hoarse and vigorous laughter stopped.

Aatrox threw the wine jug in his hand under the sand waterfall, and the pair of scarlet wings behind him suddenly opened, and without hesitation, he crossed the cliff and flew forward.

And the direction he was heading was the direction the sandmen rode Scarashe to leave...

Xiongdu, night.

The Mageseeker dungeon was pitch-dark and almost unmanned.

In this case, a figure with a hood slowly entered here, opening the door to the depths of the dungeon.

In the deepest cell of the dungeon, Silas raised his eyes as the candlelight on the wall trembled.

squeak-

Just three days later, the door was opened again.

The hooded figure came in and looked at Silas across the cell door.

Seeing the pair of bright eyes in the hood, Silas' shaggy face showed a smile:

"The clothes you gave are warm, but I'm used to the climate here."

He said, and gestured to the dark blue hood not far away, which was the clothes the other party left him here last time.

The figure under the hood smiled, and a pleasant voice came from inside:

"It's a little cooler today, it's time to put it on."

"You are my shimmer, and I am willing to respect your will."

Silas gave a free and easy smile, his arms snapped.

White light beams bloomed from the Forbidden Stone in his hand, and bombarded the place where the handcuffs were connected to the cell wall.

click-

click-

Two broken voices sounded almost at the same time, and the chain of the prisoner was actually broken from the root.

Using magic from Laxana, Silas broke the cage that held him for fifteen years.

He was able to break the cage that bound his hands three days ago, but he didn't know when he had a stronger cage in his heart.

And the key to that cage is the warm gleam that gave him these days...

Laxana!

Facing the girl wrapped in the hood in front of him, Silas strode forward, picked up the hood from the ground and put it on his body.

His movements caused a clanging sound, and he hadn't completely untied the handcuffs of the Forbidden Stone.

Because for him now, the Forbidden Stone is no longer a restraint, but a part of his power.

After putting on the robe, he walked in front of Laxana, knelt down on his knees suddenly, and fell to the ground.

Silas' voice was firm and solemn:

"Silas, willing to serve you as the most powerful chain in your hands."

"Silas..."

Laxana's bright eyes hidden in the hood are a little complicated, the other party doesn't need such...

At this moment, a warm current ran through her heart.

She thought she should do something...

She lifted Silas to her feet, crossed her hands together, and a strong light emanated from her palms.

In an instant, a dazzling light poured into Silas.

In just an instant, Silas felt that his body was like a dead tree in spring. The fatigue of the past ten years was swept away, the scars on his body were healed, and the fatigue of the past was swept away.

Not only that, but at the same time, he could feel that the magic power in the Forbidden Magic Stone in both hands was almost overflowing.

"Such a huge amount of magic..." Silas was slightly intoxicated.

He has never seen someone with such a powerful magic power, this power is far stronger than all the powers he has ever seen.

Laxana didn't say anything, just smiled at him and turned to leave.

They don't have much time tonight.

Silas looked at the back that seemed to be full of brilliance in front of him, grinned, completely hid himself in his robe, and followed.

The door deep in the dungeon was closed again, leaving only a faint light of fire and traces of someone who once lived.

The next day...early morning.

Xiongchuan entered the commotion early, and the people opened their doors and windows, watching the upcoming referendum outside.

As early as a few days ago, preparations for the referendum had begun, and Demacian citizens could go to local polling places to cast their choices.

Whether or not to repeal the demon ban... will be decided by all Demacians. If more than half of the votes are in favor, the demon ban will be repealed. Otherwise, it may be even more powerful.

Today is the day when Jinxiong, the representatives of all regions, announced the results, and they came with the will of all the people in their region or town.

They will gather in the Castle of Dawn, and under the watchful eyes of the king and the eight officials, they will say the choice of the citizens of their region.

Many carriages drove from outside Xiongdu into this city full of white stone-style buildings, and drove towards Dawn Castle.

Crown Guard home.

Garen, wearing heavy armor, stood in the hall and walked back and forth anxiously, looking at Mrs. Ogatha sitting on the sofa from time to time.

"Today I need to **** the representatives of Xiongdu to Dawn Fortress. Although it is only a ceremony, I must also be there."

After explaining, he still couldn't help but added:

"Mother, what exactly do you want me to wait for?"

As early as half an hour ago, when he was about to go out, Mrs. Ogasha stopped him.

His mother didn't say anything, just drinking tea there quietly, motioning him to wait.

It was not until this moment that Mrs. Oglesha said aloud:

"Do you know who is the representative of Xiongdu in this referendum?"

"I don't know! I only need to be responsible for local protection of this kind of thing." Galen said bluntly, "I received the task of escorting the representatives to the headquarters of the Illuminati. As for who, I will naturally know who I am."

"Can't you think about it?"

Mrs. Oglesha frowned slightly, and she had a bit of a hatred of iron being not steel.

Compared to the wise Laksana, Galen is like a piece of dead wood.

"This... no need to guess..."

Galen looked at his mother cautiously, and had no idea of ​​these things in his mind.

Recently, he stayed beside the adopted daughter of the Bouvier family every day, listening to the other party's soothing tune, and he didn't have time to care about other things.

Moreover, in his eyes, soldiers only need to obey and obey.

"You..." Mrs. Ogatha gestured upward with a helpless face, "She's here."

"she?"

Garen looked back in puzzlement, just as Laxanna walked down the stairs wearing a very formal dress, and behind the other party, there was a person hidden in a robe.

He was still a little puzzled at first, why Laxanna was wearing such a formal dress today.

But then, he remembered his mother's words, his mouth opened slightly, and he said in disbelief:

"Laxana, aren't you the representative of Xiongdu?"

"Why not?" Laxana smiled. "Don't forget, I started the parade. Brother, you should call me... Crownguard!"

"this..."

Galen looked at the high-spirited Laxana, and his thoughts were a little confused.

You must know that the referendum representatives in each place are the most prestigious people in the locality. Either the regional prefect, or the local elder, or the successor of the next consul...

In comparison, Xiongdu is even more special.

The representatives of Xiongdu are generally held by members of the Light Shield family, and it has not changed since Jia Wen I.

In his imagination, the most likely one was Eleanor or Jarvan.

He never thought that the representative of Xiongdu would be his sister.

Although Laksana presided over a parade, he didn't think... his sister's prestige could reach the height of representing Xiongdu.

"Brother, don't be stunned, we should go."

Laxana said with a smile and walked out.

When she walked to the door, the door of the Crown Guard's house was already opened by Silas, who was hidden in his robe~www.mtlnovel.com~ Today's Silas, like a loyal knight with graceful manners.

After Laxana left the Crown Guard mansion, Silas glanced at Galen lightly, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Captain Sword, don't keep the Crown Guard representatives waiting."

After all, he also strode towards Laxana.

"Oh, good!"

Galen also recovered at this moment, and he should hurriedly walk out.

No matter who the representative is, it is his duty and the duty of the fearless pioneer to **** the representative to the scene.

At the gate of the manor, watching Laxanna get on the carriage bearing the Demacian national emblem, Galen nodded to Silas, who was driving, and rode on the silver-horned scale horse, escorting the members of the First Shield Array to the Around the carriage.

The carriage followed the broad White Stone Avenue and slowly headed towards the Castle of Dawn.

Silas's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the sun-drenched landscape around Xiongdu.

How many years...he has not seen such comfortable sunshine.

What an ironic transition from being a prisoner to being a housekeeper and **** represented by Xiongdu.

Looking at the grand plaza that was already full of people and vying to look at them, Silas couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth hidden in his hood.

His once unattainable dream seemed to be within his grasp after he followed his own ray of light.

This feeling...seems good too.

Demacia... no, Laxana!

He glanced back at the carriage deeply, and strengthened his belief in his heart.

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