Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

After a while.

The soldiers of the Empire's Northern Front Corps saw two figures walking towards them.

One is their former commander, the current vice president of Trifali, and the Empire's general Darius.

After the soldiers saluted Darius, they all looked at the person beside Darius with some hesitation.

The familiar Hexian double axe is the weapon of the current Northern Front Commander, who also serves as the Imperial Execution Officer Draven.

But the appearance of the person holding the double axe at the moment is slightly different from the Draven they knew before.

There was a lot of flesh all over his body, his facial muscles were almost crowded together, and there were even bloated and bruised places in some places.

"Look at the gods and horses, they'll all be proud!"

When they heard Draven's strange voice, all the Noxian soldiers couldn't help but laugh.

The person in front of them was indeed the Draven they knew.

But it was the first time they met such a miserable Draven.

"Made!"

Hearing the laughter in his ear, Delevingne was a little exasperated.

But before he could do anything, he met Darius' warning eyes.

It was like the mouse saw the cat Draven angrily withdrew the double axe, and kept greeting in his heart, while still following behind Darius.

After entering the command camp, Darius sat directly on the main seat.

Delevingne stood in front of him, but he didn't have a problem with Darius sitting there, but complained:

"Brother, where do you put my face off? Everyone in the camp is watching!"

"Hmph, then you have to ask why your own strength is so weak."

Darius squinted at Draven, somewhat resenting that iron is not steel:

"Among all the MPs, you are the weakest right now."

"Impossible! The women of the Kekao family are definitely not as good as me." Draven refused.

"She has done a great job for the empire, enough for her to make a magic leap." Darius said lightly.

"Fuck, why can't this kind of thing be my turn." Draven muttered.

"You can't even handle some small cracks, what else can you do?"

Darius snorted coldly:

"If you can capture one of the three Freljord gods alive, I can be your adjutant."

"Che, who cares."

Delevingne pouted and suddenly thought of something:

"No, I'm not the worst, right? Can that little girl Seraphine be better than me?"

"Have you been reduced to the level of strength compared with the next generation?"

Darius frowned, and he didn't know who Draven learned from, and his tone of voice was quite oily.

"How could she, she is also one of the members of Congressman Trifali."

Delevingne wasn't ashamed at all, and even added:

"And it's really based on age. Camille and Swain are still my previous generation. They don't feel that their strength is low."

"Are they your predecessors?"

Darius narrowed his eyes slightly, and Draven felt a crisis in his heart.

After thinking about it, he suddenly thought of the reason for the crisis.

He said Camille and Swain were twice as tall as him.

As his eldest brother, Nadarius should be...

"Cough, big brother, we have different opinions. You are the same generation as them, and I am their junior." Delevingne spoke righteously.

"The topic ends here."

Darius announced the end of the small talk, but started talking about business:

"Seraphine handled Bilgewater and Shadow Island very well by herself. What is your situation? You even need to ask for help."

"If I hadn't had time, it would have been the guy Swain who came here."

"Or, do you really want to work with the commander? LeBlanc!"

Speaking of which, Darius looked sharply at a shadow in the tent.

"LeBlanc?"

Draven looked puzzled, and didn't understand why Darius mentioned that woman.

But then, seeing the hooded LeBlanc appear in the tent, Draven's eyes widened:

"No, didn't you already go to Frostguard Fortress?"

LeBlanc ignored Delevingne, but her tone was a little more solemn:

"I failed to enter the Frostguard Fortress. According to my observations, the Freljord is likely to change."

"Be specific." Darius' expression turned slightly positive.

He came to the Freljord not only to see his ineffective younger brother, but LeBlanc's request for help from the Empire was also an important reason.

"General Darius, do you know what the Frostguard Fortress is guarding?" LeBlanc asked.

In fact, she prefers Swain to come, because what he devours is the demon representing the secret, and Swain almost knows most of the secret things in this world.

In comparison, Darius knew much less.

Sure enough, seeing Darius shaking his head, LeBlanc sighed inwardly and began to elaborate:

"Fortress of the Frostguard, established by Lissandra, one of the three Freljord sisters, to seal the Void Watcher..."

It took some time for LeBlanc to talk about the past.

In short, the three sisters used the power of the void to unite the Freljord, and then backhanded betrayed the void.

But how could the void be so easy to betray, and the three sisters also received the punishment they deserved.

Two of them died in the Void, and the remaining Lissandra joined forces with Ornn, the God of Blacksmithing, to build the Frostguard Fortress to seal the Void completely.

Of course, this is the version LeBlanc learned from Frostguard Fortress.

From the descendants of Avarosa and Cerylda, there is another way of saying that.

"Void Watcher?"

Hearing this name, unlike Draven who was ignorant and ignorant listening to the story, Darius' expression became a little dignified.

According to the story told by LeBlanc, the Void Watcher was sealed about 9,000 years ago.

At that time, the Void Watcher can be sealed~www.readwn.com~ Whether it is the God of Blacksmithing or Lissandra, at least they all have the strength of the pinnacle of demigods.

After so many years, what is the seal of the Void Watcher and what is Lissandra's current situation are all uncertain things.

"Not only that." LeBlanc's voice was slightly deep, "The guards of the Frostguard Fortress are still normal, but the fortress is completely closed, and there is still a breath of void."

"I'll go personally." Darius said bluntly.

"General Darius, this is not a good idea."

LeBlanc shook his head lightly:

"Now that the empire is at the most critical time, we shouldn't make extra efforts. When the empire completes the God-building plan, everything can be calmed down easily."

Compared with other people, LeBlanc is undoubtedly the one who wishes Noxus to have a true god-level existence.

Only when Noxus has his own true **** can he truly fight against the one in the underworld.

Going to provoke Frostguard Fortress now, no matter what the outcome, will slow Noxus' pace and be of no value.

"General Darius, you just need to guard the northern border of the empire and make sure it's safe here," LeBlanc said.

"A wise but boring choice." Darius said lightly.

"But it's also the most suitable choice for the empire."

LeBlanc smiled, knowing that Darius had already taken his advice.