Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

Yiguli, a city in central Shurima.

Originally occupied by Noxus, after Noxus evacuated, it was finally shot down by the Judgment Protoss.

Above the city head, looking at the yellow sand rising in the distance, Judgment Protoss Crimmans said:

"When you meet an old friend, don't you want to say hello to him?"

Beside him, stood an arcane body drenched in dark blue magic, and it was Xerath who had disappeared for a long time.

"Stupid Emperor... I have nothing to talk about with him, Shurima has nothing to do with me." Xerath's voice was indifferent.

Kleimans just smiled and didn't take Xerath's words seriously.

If Xerath really didn't care about Azir and Shurima, why cooperate with him.

"The fish has already taken the bait, at least take him down this time." Clemens said.

"Ascension God has returned, even killing him would be of no avail." Xerath said lightly.

"No, you don't understand." Kleimans said with a smile, "Murder is always a low-level method, just like Ryan has the ability to kill all Protoss, but he chose to let it go."

"That's why he can't solve Aurelion. Without the Protoss in front, Aurelion is the most unstable factor." Xerath gave a different idea.

"That's right." Kleimans agreed, "The same is true for us. Killing Azir is not a good choice until we don't have the strength to completely wipe out Shurima."

"What do you mean?" Xerath seemed a little moved.

"Catch him and let Shurima spend his chips in exchange. Or, let him be rescued by the Ascension God again." Clemens said.

"Nice idea." Xerath nodded.

He could understand what Crimmans meant, but it was nothing more than lowering Azir's reputation again and making the internal conflict in Shurima more intense.

When Azir went to war, they all heard about it.

The people of Nerima Jie said goodbye, and even sent praises one after another.

On the way Azir came to attack them, every time he encountered a city in Shurima, no matter whether Azir would stop or not, the people inside would rush to dispatch just to meet Azir.

Even Xerath, the person who knew Azir best, didn't think of this scene.

In his understanding, Azir was considered a wise ruler, but that was also aimed at the former Shurima people.

But in the case of losing the last war, to have such a high prestige in a short period of time can only be described as incredible.

"Azir...you've become better than ever..."

Xerath looked at the golden chariot driving in the sky and said silently in his heart.

"Judgment Protoss-Crimmans, surrender or die!"

There was a majestic and loud voice from the horizon, the yellow sand swept across the sky, and the sky was rendered golden.

Immediately afterwards, Azir's army of sand marched in a neat pace, led by Ramos and Renekton, and walked straight towards Egoule.

"There is no one in this world who can make me feel death and surrender? Is it just you, a broken emperor who has lost his authority?"

Crimmans' voice echoed between heaven and earth, and there was humiliation in his words.

Squeak!

Yigule's city gate slowly opened, and groups of soldiers in white robes walked out of the gate.

Each of them held a huge sickle, their expressions were dull, their eyes were blank, and they lined up neatly at the city gate.

"It looks pretty good, but you Judgment Legion, everyone is so weak." Xerath commented.

Clemens shook his head: "Not everyone is qualified to stand by our side, just like you used to be, and only by comprehending what we have given you, can you stand with us like you are today. "

"It's just a little conspiracy. I'm really ashamed to see through to be with you." Xerath mocked.

"Is it a conspiracy, don't you know more about yourself?" Kleimans asked rhetorically, "The initiative has always been in your hands. If you could recognize yourself earlier, why would you become what you are today?"

"This look? Compared to your stupid attachment to humans, I am the real supreme." Xerath said in a deep voice.

"Supreme?" Clemens sneered, "You may be better than the crocodile outside, maybe not even Azir."

"Not as good as Azir..."

Xerath's voice was gloomy. Although he knew that Crimmans was provoking him, he couldn't help but burn with anger.

Underneath the city, the Legion of Sand and the Legion of Judgment collided.

Compared with the individual strength, the Judgment Legion is much stronger than the Sand Legion, but it is slightly inferior in number.

But the two are fighting each other, and they can't tell the winner in a short time.

"Ramos, Renekton, kill them!"

Azir's voice sounded. Although Renekton and Ramos were reluctant to obey, either for the sake of the overall situation or for the entrustment of their brother, they still killed Yigule.

"Which one are you going to deal with?" Clemens asked lightly.

"Give Azir to me!" Xerath said coldly.

He really didn't want to stay with the old yin goods next to him, so he slowly floated up and charged towards Azir.

He wanted to have a good fight with Azir rather than communicate with Clemens.

Watching Xerath take off, Crimmans showed a smile:

"If it weren't for this old man's wounds, he wouldn't have used you... a vile slave!"

After he finished speaking, the Scythe of Judgment appeared in his hands, and Clemens jumped straight off the city wall and charged towards Renekton and the two.

Boom! !

The two sides collided quickly, and with a scythe in Crimmans' hand, Renekton and Ramos were sent flying out at the same time.

"Hmph, if the old man was still in his prime, he could be injured with a single blow."

Looking at the two people who had stopped a long distance back, Crimmans was obviously a little dissatisfied.

Renekton doesn't go into a rampant state, and doesn't catch his eyes at all.

Ramos was just a descendant of the ascendant in the later stage of the Battle of the Void, and he didn't even care about him.

Beating these two is just killing chickens and dogs.

Boom! !

A terrifying coercion burst out from Clemens, and the yellow sand around his body circled around him, as if the heaven and the earth were shaking because of him.

"Cut!!"

The scythe in his hand was wrapped in invincibility and slashed towards Ramos and Renekton.

This knife Ramos didn't dare to resist hard, and completely shrunk into the shell.

Renekton, on the other hand, rushed forward regardless, with a roar, his body and the two battle axes in his hands grew larger at the same time, and he directly greeted the Scythe of Judgment.

Boom! !

There was a bang in the desert.

The yellow sand splashed everywhere, and the sky and the earth lost its color.

The surrounding sand soldiers and the Judgment Corps were affected first, and were directly thrown away by the aftermath.

The city wall closest to the two also collapsed after being swept away by the aftermath, allowing the sand and dust to be drawn into the city.

"It's still a good fight!!"

Kleimans let out a long laugh, and the scythe in his hand once again slammed into his command, and collided with the enlarged Renekton again.

But the reluctant Renekton, who had just been picked up, was blasted away this time, and he slid a kilometer in the desert before he stopped.

"Come again!!"

Kleimans had fighting intent on his face. The Noxian fighting intent hidden in his genes had already been ignited. He just wanted to fight happily and vent his displeasure!