Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage Chapter 507

Ionia, Kuzan region.

Because of the possible impact of the Shurima War, Irelia hurriedly stopped this trip and returned to the Tubutai tribe directly through Noxus' magical teleportation.

"I have seen Lady Arya."

All the elders within the tribe were sent out, and only the old patriarch remained in the clan.

After getting the news through the Noxus Data Magic Web, the old patriarch stood guard in front of the portal for the first time.

Irelia nodded and went straight to the topic:

"How's the war going recently?"

Although I understand the battle situation through the identity bracelet every day, it is definitely not as comprehensive as the old patriarch's side.

"After we occupied two-thirds of Kuzan's land, we had to go into a defensive position."

Saying that, the old patriarch had regrets on his face:

"With the support of Piltover, there are almost no daily casualties, but the other side also has the support of Bilgewater, which makes it difficult for us to occupy the whole territory."

Although the situation has reached a deadlock, it is a happy thing for Tubotai.

They were originally forced to rebel, and now it is a gratifying thing to have such a victory.

"And after the restoration of life in various places, this year's transactions can be expanded, and the resources in the Kuzan area are extremely abundant."

Hearing the old patriarch's words, facing Irelia, who was being led to arrange the accommodation, she stopped slightly, her eyes flashed for a while, and she replied:

"Just keep the original scale for the time being. The empire needs a sustainable Kuzan region."

"clear!"

The old patriarch heaved a sigh of relief. If it weren't for the pressure from the Frontline Equilibrium Sect, he would not want to exhaust the water.

"Lord Arya, are you staying in the tribe this time?"

"Maybe, at least until the Shurima war has not yet been decided, I will stay here." Irelia looked complicated.

"The Shurima War?"

The old patriarch's expression was slightly stunned:

"I have learned about this in the magic net, but they are tens of thousands of kilometers away from us and we should have no influence..."

Irelia shook her head and said with emotion:

"Do you know why Noxus calls the level above the Grandmaster a demigod?"

The old patriarch didn't quite understand why he turned to this topic, but he still thought about it and replied:

"Demigods, as the name suggests, should be close to gods..."

"It's half right." Irelia nodded lightly, "Compared to ordinary creatures, only a demigod-level existence can cause damage to the source of Runeterra."

"Origin?"

The old patriarch didn't understand this new term, and he actually noticed that since Irelia arrived in the tribe, her whole body exuded an aura of affinity.

This kind of natural affinity, he seems to have heard of it in the classics...

The spirit of nature in Ionia has such an aura of affinity with nature.

"Original..."

Irelia frowned slightly and sighed:

"In short, the battle between the demigods may make the space wall of Runeterra more vulnerable. The original vulnerability will soon be repaired, but because other planes are increasingly watching, they will not let this go. Chance."

"Is it true that the spiritual and material planes guarded by the Balance Sect are stable?" The old patriarch was a little surprised.

In the past, he was not qualified to touch these.

But he didn't think that what Irelia said was a lie, after all, the other party was a real demigod.

It's just that the first time he encountered these, it gave him a great shock.

"It's true. For thousands of years, there have been many demigods. But most of them have gone to the gap between the spiritual and material planes to prevent the creatures there from coming to Runeterra to make trouble." Irelia nodded.

After a pause, Irelia continued:

"They are all people who have already made up their minds to sacrifice for the land of birth. Don't worry about them coming back to crusade you. And even if the space wall becomes more and more fragile, Noxus will rise to the top."

Hearing this, the old patriarch was relieved.

The demigods are too far away from them now.

Judging from the news from Golmud and Senping, a demigod-level existence can destroy the Tubutai tribe that has expanded countless times now.

Fortunately, they got on Piltover, otherwise it would be really difficult to have a foothold in Rune Land, which is getting faster and faster.

"Lord Arya, can I learn more about the battle in Shurima?"

The old patriarch was eager to get more relevant information.

No one took it before, but now that he has the opportunity to learn about it, of course he wants to learn more.

Irelia raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at the old patriarch with a half-smile.

"You should know that at that level of combat, it is not good for you to know too much."

"As an Ionian, you always want to understand the outside world." The old patriarch answered cheerfully.

Hearing this unexpected answer, Irelia's eyes flashed with surprise:

"As an Ionian, shouldn't we protect our traditions?"

Regarding this question, she really wanted to hear the other party's reply.

In these days of walking in Noxus, she saw too many scenes that she could never imagine.

If Ionia is a symbol of adherence to tradition, then Noxus must be a symbol of tolerance.

All of the cultures of Runeterra come together in an incredible way in Noxus ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Living in a Piltover-style house with Demacian furniture and hanging Noxian-inspired setting with Ionian flowers in the garden.

This fusion of styles is only the most basic norm in Noxus.

In many cities, Irelia has seen people's tolerance for each other's culture.

They learn from each other the etiquette of other tribal cultures, and use what they have learned to signal each other.

Of course, there must be many parts of the culture that have been banned, but more new things are developing.

Conservative and open.

Irelia can't give an answer to who is right and who is wrong, but she does need to find her own direction.

Facing Irelia's previous question, the old patriarch did not hide it, and said with emotion:

"We used to have a similar idea, stick to the tradition and practice the ancestral system. But from the first day of my succession, I have clearly understood... Even if there is no empire, we will change sooner or later."

"Why? The Tubuta tribe should follow the Vastaya and Ionian people and live in harmony."

Irelia walked to a giant tree with the old patriarch, and looked around at the quiet and peaceful tribe in front of her:

"It's more peaceful than a lot of places I've been to, and it's a place where the vastaya and Ionia really merge."

"But this fusion is not because the two sides get along well. On the contrary, it is the threat of foreign enemies that unites everyone."

Chapter end