The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

Knowing that the target was not in Icacia, he was much more courageous.

According to legend, he was able to come out of the tomb of the Shurima tyrant Netzuk unharmed, but he was a failed mage king, a trifle.

"There is a seal set by the ascendants, and too strong magic will cause it to self-destruct. You only have one chance to explore it and bring out the valuable things in it, and record those that cannot be brought out." Swain said.

He didn't tell the news about the world runes, and now the other party doesn't need and shouldn't touch those.

"No problem! There should be quite a few books about Icacia in the empire, I need to prepare." Ezreal said to himself.

"The mercenaries will gather in the tavern, and whoever you like can conquer at will. This is the authorization of Cui Fari."

Swain snapped his fingers, and a piece of parchment on the round table floated up and slowly slipped into Ezreal's hands.

On it is written the documents of the Noxus Explorers Guild, and printed the new national emblem of Noxus.

"Cool! This thing looks amazing!"

Only when you truly rely on a powerful empire can you feel that endless happiness.

Ezreal looked at the parchment scroll in his hand with shining eyes, his face full of joy.

What is in his hand, it is a symbol of power, and it is his first step towards becoming the greatest explorer and the president of the guild!

What Picheng Explorers Guild, they are only third-rate things. Only Noxus is the ultimate destination for explorers!

"Commander! I will bring you good news!"

Ezreal stood straight and gave a Piltover military salute, which was somewhat nondescript.

He doesn't know the Noxian way of saying hello, but I heard that you can do anything here, and different cultural customs can be recognized.

He, Ezreal, is now an honorable Noxian explorer!

"The materials you want will be sent to the War College in the next few days, where the Empire will build the largest national library." Swain added.

"clear!"

Ezreal hugged the parchment and left happily.

When he went out all the way, he suddenly frowned.

It seems that his goal in the hall just now was not just to be the president.

never mind! He now needs to prepare for his next expedition, so let's start at the tavern!

When he was about to leave the square, he saw a strong man in iron armor with an ugly expression on his face with a giant axe.

The bright red cloak made him a little dazzled, and at first glance he looked like a general who was not easy to mess with. But he still leaned forward:

"Hey, this brave general, do you know how to get to the tavern?"

"Pub? Go out from here and ask a guy who is ugly, doesn't stand upright, and looks like a bad guy, and he'll tell you the direction."

The strong man just said something casually and hurriedly walked into the parliamentary hall.

"It's nothing special..."

Ezreal left in distress, and before he walked far, he saw a burly man with short black hair and an open upper body.

"It's not very long... It's flowing... He looks like he's not beaten... It's him." Ezreal murmured to himself.

"Boy, what did you just mutter?" Delevingne leaned against the wall, looked at Ezreal with bad eyes, and said fiercely in a loud voice.

He seemed to hear someone scolding him just now!

"Ah, I said how can there be such a brave Noxian in this world, they seem to have experienced a hundred battles." Ezreal snorted haha.

"Well, you look weak, but your eyesight is pretty good!" Delevingne stroked his moustache, his face brightened.

"I'm a new Noxian, where is our best tavern?"

"Tavern?" Delevingne's eyes lit up, "I'm all too familiar with this. The Red House in the East City or the Zuimeng Street in the West City, which one is not a good place."

"It doesn't sound very serious..." Ezreal thought for a while, "Is there a place where men gather?"

"Man?" Delevingne raised his eyebrows and laughed, "Yes, yes, but tonight's wine..."

"I'll treat!"

"Good Le, good brother, let's go!"

"Go, by the way, what's your name? My name is Ezreal!"

"I am! Draven! Brother Ezreal, I didn't blow it to you. You asked 10 people in the Immortal Fortress about this name, and 11 people knew it."

"Isn't it a coincidence, Brother Delevingne, in Piltover, I was standing on the street, and people I didn't know were calling my name."

"Ha ha..."

"..."

Under the setting sun, the two walked away from each other, shoulder to shoulder.

......

After Ezreal left, Ryan appeared in the chair of the council, looking at the door, as if waiting for something.

"Can Ezreal do that? World runes are very important to the empire." Swain said solemnly.

According to his idea, Darius and the Trifali Legion should be transferred to the entrance of the mausoleum, so that even if the mage named Ryze comes, they can delay for a while.

Just a little delay is enough for Syndra and Ryan to teleport the castle to the sky above the mausoleum.

At that time, all of Noxus' force can be gathered in an instant, and even the Black Rose will fully assist, and there will be no mistakes.

The world rune cannot be lost.

"Trifali has just taken over the Empire, and if the most elite Legion in existence is sent to the desert, this will make other people who pay attention to us think. Not to mention that the Ionians are always ready to take back the land, Demacia will not let this go. Opportunity," Ryan said.

There is no value in having the Legion of Trifali guarding Akzam's tomb. The Empire needs them more than ever.

"In the mausoleum, I set up defensive measures~www.readwn.com~ plus the protective measures of the Ascension God itself, they are enough to drag enough time. Now we need to know more about it, which is what Ezreal and the historians of the empire can do. finished work."

Ryan shook his head slightly and sighed:

"What's more, we have to pay attention to the empire. Imperial military commanders and nobles have temporarily reached an agreement with us, but the areas liberated before will not all recognize our rule."

A regime change, even if most people know that their forces will become better.

But for their own position, for their own identity, there are always people who raise the anti-flag.

Every time the old and new kingships change, it will not be smooth sailing.

"Yeah, there is no place to raise the anti-flag, but there is a place where the original imperial flag was taken down, but no new flag was hung up." Swain's mouth twitched coldly.

His scarlet demon arm brushed across the round table, and a huge map of Rune Continent was burning with scarlet flames and slowly emerged on the table.

In the vast territory of Noxus, countless cities have planted the new flag of the Empire, but many still carry the flag of the Darkwill era.

Ryan's eyes were indifferent, a drop of water flew out of his hand and landed in the corner of the magnificent Rune Land.

The location where the water droplets dripped is impressively located on the northern border of the empire.

There is only a small town called Becilico in the desert and wilderness.

And on that small town, it was marked with the bright red of the empire, but there was no flag related to the empire on it, as if it wanted to break away from the control of the empire.

Boom!

It was also at this time that the burly Darius appeared at the door. He held a battle axe and had a murderous look on his face.

Hand of Noxus, ready to go!