Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

"Your Majesty, thank you for your kindness."

Talia bowed slightly, with a touch of emotion on her face.

Mass burial of dead soldiers is just a common thing in other areas.

But in the turbulent Shurima region, it is already a rare thing.

"You don't need to worry about these trivial matters, the injury is just right, let's rest in the afternoon." Azir said lightly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Talia's heart was slightly warm and she didn't hold back, dragging her tired body away.

"Protoss..."

After Talia left, Azir glanced at Mount Targon in disgust.

For Shurima Protoss must die!

A hundred kilometers away from Azir's barracks, there are soldiers of the Sun Sect.

Because of Dawn's death, the Rising Sun sects put on the battle armor bestowed by God and set foot on the battlefield to fight against Shurima, just for revenge.

After a few High Priests of the Sun were sent away in the central tent, Crimmans had a satisfied expression on his face:

"Twilight, I really should thank you for your preparations. Not only are these armors good enough to fight against Noxus' individual soldiers, but they also helped me get rid of those guys with bad minds."

"Earth, vegetation, your sacrifices are worth it. When I destroy Shurima and absorb the origin of this earth, new protoss will be born."

"Aurelion is nothing... but a former slave dragon. Not only that, but the entire Runeterra will surrender under our feet."

The more he spoke, the more excited Crimmans became, and the ambition in his eyes could hardly be suppressed.

But just when he was immersed in his fantasy, a breath from far and near interrupted him directly.

Crimmans' expression darkened slightly, and his eyes flashed with disgust, but after seeing the person who came, he still said solemnly:

"Atris, you shouldn't be here!"

Seeing the visitor, Crimmans was quite displeased.

He's just a guy whose body of the Protoss has been shattered. What right does he have to be called the future of Protoss by those guys?

"In the past ten days, nearly 1,000 people have been killed or wounded by the Lieyang Cultists and Rakkor warriors!" Atres came up with a tone of inquisition.

The reason he agreed to the Protoss was to protect the Rakkor tribe.

Now that the Protoss has drawn the Rakkor tribe into war, he has no reason to support the Protoss.

"Is this your tone of voice when you talk to me?" Klimans was not used to the other party, and snorted coldly, "Thousands of casualties, but not many really died."

"Hundreds of people are disabled for life, isn't that enough? We're not Noxus, and there aren't many warriors in Rakor." Atreus said solemnly.

He had to come today. The Rakkor people are not afraid of death, but they shouldn't die in such a meaningless way.

This war was started by the death of the Dawning Protoss. As the **** of the Sun Sect, he is also the **** of the Rakor tribe.

Although Leona hardly did anything for Rakor, but because of the propaganda of the Sun Sect, she has a very high prestige in the local area.

Atreus didn't care about the war between Shurima and the Protoss, and even though he didn't like Leona, he was willing to fight for the Protoss.

But this war should not involve ordinary people at all.

The battle at the demigod level is the focus of this war.

Even if they win the battlefield under the demigods, as long as the demigods lose, then they also lose.

"Do you think you're amazing? Do you think you're lofty? Do you think you're thinking through it?"

Crimmans sneered, his voice disdainful:

"Why don't you ask those fighters whether they are willing to stand to die, or live and wait for the result."

"you!"

Atreus looked slightly anxious, feeling that there was something wrong with what Crimmans said, but he didn't know how to refute it.

To replace him with an ordinary warrior, he might also want to avenge the dawn, but he is not ordinary, and he is also the guardian of Raquol.

A few days ago, after hearing that Chrisman had paid almost ten times the price in order to annihilate a Shurima team of 100, Atres couldn't bear it any longer and rushed over.

This kind of loss can't be endured a few times by Raquel.

"Did someone tell you something?"

Clemens apparently also noticed something. Under normal circumstances, Atreus would not come here to trouble him.

In order not to be affected by Twilight's killer, he voluntarily withdrew from the demigod-level battlefield on the grounds that he had a grudge against Azir.

But the appearance of Atres made Crimmans wonder if someone had guessed something and deliberately revealed something to Atres so that he could test himself.

"No one said anything to me, it's just that I heard about what you did recently."

Atreus took a deep look at Crimmans and said coldly:

"We Rakkor warriors are not afraid of death, but don't let us be the bait for your layout."

"Do you know what the loss ratio between us and Shurima is?" Clemens asked suddenly.

"How much?" Atreus frowned slightly.

"1:1! Even 1:2, every time we kill a Shurima soldier, we pay at least one soldier." Kleimans pretended to be sad.

"How is that possible?" Atreus frowned, "I have seen the soldiers of Shurima, they are just ordinary people."

In his perception, the ordinary soldiers of Shurima are not even heroic, while the Rakkor warriors are more than half heroic.

It was precisely because of the huge gap between the two sides that he felt that there was something wrong with Crimmans.

Now that he heard such a high battle damage ratio, he even felt that Crimmans was incompetent in command.

"What do you know!" Kleimans' face became ugly, "Shurima has a Noxus-supported individual armament, and each of them is close to the master-level strength."

"If I hadn't created the god-given armor for your tribe warriors, your warriors would have been slaughtered long ago."

"How can it be so strong..." Atreus dared not believe, "Just rely on a set of equipment?"

"With only one set of equipment, this is the strength of Noxus." Clemens snorted coldly, "If you really want to do something for your tribe, you might as well think about how to narrow the gap between the two."

"What can you do?"

Atreus didn't doubt the other party's words. The other party would never say anything about a lie that could be exposed by just asking any tribal warrior.

And it's okay to ask him to fight, and he can't do anything to improve his combat power.

Thinking of the gap between the two sides, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, and even now he felt that it was not bad for Crimmans to maintain 1:1.

"Two ways!"

Crimmans' face was calm, obviously he had already made a draft:

"There is a **** of forging in the Freljord to the north. The magic weapon he built is definitely stronger than the opponent's individual armed forces, but it takes time, and it will not necessarily help us~www.readwn.com~ What about the other one?" Terris said solemnly.

This method is obviously unreliable. The forging of a magic weapon must take a long time. Not to mention whether the other party will agree or not, they simply do not have the time to wait.

"Another one is easy, their weapons are from Noxus, and Noxus wants us to fight harder. You go to Noxus, if you have a lower attitude, they will definitely provide you with the same equipment. "

Clemens said lightly, and looked at Atris with a half-smile.

This is the brilliant method he thought of.

He didn't care whether the Rakkor died or not, but whether Atreus cooperated with Noxus or not was very important.

Noxus is definitely the biggest enemy of the Protoss now, and the Protoss will be in trouble now, all because of what Ryan did before.

If Atreus dared to cooperate with Noxus, he wouldn't even want to be the future of the Protoss.

Those Protoss who support Atreus can only support him.

"I go!"

Atreus didn't hesitate, but it wasn't a big deal to go to Noxus for equipment.

"You have to remember that I never told you anything. You should know about the relationship between Noxus and the Protoss." Clemens said lightly.

"I understand!" Atreus snorted coldly, "This matter is my personal opinion and has nothing to do with you. Judge Protoss Lord!"

After speaking, he turned around and left the tent.