Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

Under Seti's loud cry, all the audience could not help but quiet down and were attracted by him.

The King of the Coliseum in Port Lane - Sett.

This is the name of the above who relied on thousands of battles and forcibly made a name.

What he showed in him was not only his name, but these days, the regulars of the arena also learned a lot of information about Seti.

It turns out that this iron-blooded gladiator who looks like a Noxian is not just a Noxian born, he is also a descendant of the Vastaya.

For what happened to Seti's mother, most of the vastayas present expressed sympathy after hearing it, and they were not ashamed of those who were still in Ionia.

They can take the initiative to join Port Lane under Noxus rule, more or less for their own reasons, and cases similar to Sett and his mother are by no means rare.

It is precisely because of this that after Horan intentionally publicized Seti's experience, he was also recognized by most of the vastayas.

Facing everyone's eyes, Sett raised his chin slightly, and his slightly squinted eyes showed a little enjoyment.

It seems that since his first victory in the arena, he has enjoyed meeting the gazes of everyone.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, he naturally raised his right hand and held a thumbs up towards himself.

"I'm Sett, I have no other characteristics, I just can fight."

Hearing these simple words, many people in the arena smiled knowingly.

Seti ignored the reactions of the following people and continued:

"Horren thinks I'm amazing, and I think so too, so I'm standing here today."

He pointed to his feet and raised his head proudly:

"To be honest, I have no interest in the rise of the vastayas that Horen said. I am me, a filial child. Those who have insulted my mother, I wish they died!"

Having said that, a few killing intent flashed in Seti's eyes, and the people below didn't have much reaction.

Everyone has heard Seti's story, but they understand his psychology very well.

Most of the vastayas have straightforward personalities, and they speak so forthrightly. They never hide Seti, who is tucked away.

Then he changed his words: "Of course, men have a heart to stand out. So at the invitation of Hollen, I am going to lead an army to take back what you have lost."

"As for the reward..."

Seti said carelessly:

"It doesn't matter, it is said that you can get what you want by showing your strength in the empire, and I really want to try it."

His remarks caused quite a stir in the audience.

"alright, do not piffle any more!"

Seti showed a ruffian look, stretched out his thumb and pointed to the back:

"If you want, join us. If you don't want to, don't let me know who is holding you back!"

When the voice fell, Seti staggered back.

After he withdrew, there were lively discussions in the auditorium below, all of which were related to Sett.

On the other hand, after listening to Seti's speech, Huo Lun shook his head helplessly.

As he expected, Sett didn't have the kind of temperament that would inspire people, but instead spoke like the words of a local ruffian.

But fortunately, his preparations for today are not just Sett.

In Hollen's thoughts... A black wind suddenly blew from the stands.

Crows flapping their wings and chirping flew from outside the arena, scarlet eyes and bright black feathers filled the entire high platform.

In the black storm caused by the crow, a tall and mysterious figure slowly condensed.

When Seti saw this scene, his muscles subconsciously tightened, and his habitually squinted eyes widened, revealing nervousness.

But before he could do anything, he heard Horren's voice:

"Take a good look, Vice President Trifali, the second person in the Empire."

"The second person in the empire..."

Seti whispered the title, and the fire slowly appeared in his eyes:

"The Imperial Commander - Swain!"

Swain's tall and majestic figure walked out of the storm of crows and stood on the high platform.

At the moment he appeared, the atmosphere of the entire arena seemed to stagnate in an instant, like a sharp blade temporarily piercing the thick air.

Completely different from the shouting and boiling on the field, when the Great Commander Swain appeared, the entire arena fell silent.

There is no need to repeat it, just standing there simply and straight, he can become the focus of everyone's eyes and attention.

Whoa!

The audience stood up in unison, raised their right hands and shouted in unison:

"Empire! Noxus!"

"Empire! Noxus!"

"empire..."

"..."

Neat and powerful voices echoed in the arena, and when Swain appeared, everyone gave their enthusiasm.

Seti raised his right hand involuntarily at this moment, shouting the name of the empire like the others.

But unlike the others, there was a warm fire in his heart.

In the past, he just wanted to get ahead and let his mother see his majesty.

But he actually never knew what kind of prestige it should be.

But today...he got it.

The big man, like the great commander-Swain, enjoy the independent shouts of thousands of people!

One day, he too will be a man like Swain.

The deeds of the three councillors were widely circulated in the empire, and Swain was just an ordinary noble at his age, and he could not be more powerful than him.

The other party can now, so...

He can too!

Thinking of this, Seti looked directly at Swain with hot and respectful eyes.

Seeming to feel Seti's gaze, Swain looked back at him.

The eyes are dark and deep, and endless thoughts and conspiracies are hidden in the shadows of the large areas.

With just that one glance, Seti felt that his heartbeat was about to stop. But even so, he resisted the trembling in his body and stared straight at the pair of scarlet pupils with wide eyes.

He will not retreat!

It was only a moment, but it seemed like a lifetime.

Swain retracted his gaze, Sett felt cold sweat dripping from his body, but also felt better than ever.

Unlike Sett, who seemed to have gone through a battle, Swain still looked calm.

A descendant worthy of the support of the empire, and a seed that may bring great achievements to the empire in the future.

He is looking forward to Sett's rapid growth, so that the innate talent can be quickly transformed into solid strength.

Swain retracted his thoughts and let his razor-sharp eyes swept over everyone under the stage. Where his eyes swept, everyone was quiet, ready to listen to the words of the leader of the empire.

"I am disappointed."

The blandness was full of some disdainful words, which came out of Swain's mouth.

This sentence made everyone else stunned, not understanding why Swei said that.

"Vastaya Xari, the spirit of nature born in Ionia, was born noble. As their descendants, I didn't expect you to be cowardly and content with the status quo."

Hearing this more sarcastic remark, the vastayas gathered below clenched their fists. If it hadn't been possible for them to be beaten and be in awe in their hearts, I'm afraid they would have rushed up long ago.

"Commander Swain!"

At this time, it was Seti who shouted in dissatisfaction:

"What do you say includes me? I don't think I am what you say!"

Swain did not respond to Seti's words, but glanced at the crowd below with scarlet eyes:

"Except for a similar kind with imperial blood, as pure Vastaya, does not one of you dare to stand up and refute?"

In Swain's words, the people below finally couldn't help shouting:

"Your Excellency the Commander, we are not cowardly! We are not comfortable with the status quo!"

"Reality, it's not that you will change when you shout."

Swain's indifferent voice reached everyone's ears:

"The appearance of the Vastaya people has a history of about 9,000 years. At first, you were regarded as the bridge between human beings and the Vastaya Xari, and because of your similar appearance to the Vastaya Xari, you are highly regarded by human beings. Respect."

This is the history of the vastaya people.

In the first millennia of their birth, as humans expelled the old gods with the power of Vastaya Xari, all humans had was awe of the Vastaya descendants of Vastaya Xari.

But as time passed, there were fewer and fewer orthodox Vastaya Shari, and the Ionians slowly lost that reverence for them.

Instead, they respected the masters from the balanced sect, or the monks who practiced asceticism, or those warriors who had their own lineages.

The Ionians have become the main theme of this continent.

The vastayas, on the contrary, are marginalized.

"If it wasn't for your inability to make progress, how could the Ionians consider you optional."

"If it wasn't for your cowardice in your heart, how could you be satisfied with a corner."

"If you weren't afraid of losing, why wouldn't you dare to fight to the death?"

"Respect is always a call, not a request."

Swain's extremely oppressive eyes scanned the audience, and all the vastayas who were watching couldn't help but bow their heads.

It is undeniable that their ancestors slowly gave way to what they are today for various reasons.

And most of the vastayas still living in Ionia, except for a few, live a life of starvation.

Because of the Noxian invasion, the Ionians gradually retreated, and the Vastaya were forced to give up more lands.

but...

The vastayas who choose the empire are not the cowards who have no bottom line to back down.

Some of the vastayas suddenly stood up and shouted loudly:

"Your Excellency the Commander, please let us prove that we are not the **** you say!"

"Please give me a chance to prove it!"

"Yes, please give us a chance to prove it!"

"..."

Amid the noise, most of the vastayas stood up and looked at Swain through gritted teeth, waiting for his answer.

Swain didn't speak, but Sett shouted in disdain:

"Hey, you guys, can you make some progress? You still need to prove it? Are you all good babies from your mother, so you can't take responsibility?"

His loud voice overwhelmed all the vastayas for a while. Seti pointed at Swain and said wildly:

"Is the proof a coward or not, you still need to ask people for proof? Ionia is so large in land, if you want it, go get it!"

"Well, I'm half a Vastaya. Commander Swain, I've heard that the Empire has the strength to get everything it wants. That's it."

Seti turned to Swain confidently.

"As long as you have the ability, the Empire doesn't mind if you initiate a war, and everything you get is yours." Swain's voice was calm.

"Hahaha, you heard it!" Se raised his voice. "Wealth, power, land, as long as you grab it, it's all yours. Don't make me think you are cowards, I have to grab it first, it will be too late. It's gone!"

When he was talking, he didn't notice that the vastayas below were staring at him blankly.

Different from before, this time Seti's charisma seemed to have penetrated deeper into their hearts.

Even many people gave birth to the idea that the Vastayas are ruled by Seti, which is also a good idea.

"It's unexpected..." Hollen whispered with a smile.

Seti's leadership is unexpectedly strong...

Swain's calm gaze swept Seti's eyes, looked at the thoughtful Vastaya below, and said in a hurry:

"The empire is willing to welcome everyone with strength. Strength is our merit, and strength is also the proof that we are leading to the powerful."

"Prove yourself, in the land of Ionia. The future of the vastayas is to be shaped by your own hands, the vastayas."

The voice fell, ignoring the vastaya people whose emotions were ignited, and Swain's figure slowly disappeared on the high platform.

Shortly after he left, the registration point was quickly blocked by the swarms of vastayas.

Under the auspices of Horren, the conscription of the Vastaya Chapter was a complete success.

Seti, the bare commander, also has thousands of Vastayas with impressive strength.

Under the leadership of Seti, they will fight to support the war, involving the whole of Ionia into the war.

In the executive hall, Swain's figure slowly emerged, and his calm eyes looked at the lady who suddenly appeared in front of him:

"Can you be sure? Sendra Sendra~www.readwn.com~ This is the judgment he and I share together." I should have thought that only there can carry that person's arrival."

"A site conducive to the Empire." Swain said calmly.

Fantasy Pool, a place where Syndra has been sealed for an unknown number of years.

This time, it's time to make a break.

"I will wait patiently in Fantasy Pool for her arrival."

After Syndra's meaningful words were finished, the figure gradually dissipated in place.

I don't know if the Ionian soul will still care for the Apocalypse?

Even with the help of the Ionian Soul, she's not what she used to be...

Karma, Soul of Ionia...

She will give back everything she once had!