The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

"Ezreal, right? His Majesty the President of the Council announced something that shook the entire continent. What did you prepare today?"

The female mercenary wearing a blindfold with one eye below, with a hot body and a brown wavy shawl laughed teasingly.

She was Samira who had just sent Indali to the recruitment. After hearing Ryan's speech, she was interested in what Ezreal had to say.

She is naturally adventurous and exciting, and that feeling is really addicting.

"Hahaha, this lady, of course I came prepared. Since I mentioned Zaun, who knows how many years of history there is?" Ezreal asked excitedly.

"About a thousand years ago, a small port called Za'an appeared, where the prototype of Za'an is now." A man dressed as a gentleman said solemnly.

Judging from his dress, it can be seen that he used to be Mrs. Piltover.

Ezreal smiled and shook his head gently:

"No, according to my new findings, Zaun is at least 3,000 years old."

"3000 years!"

The gentleman frowned tightly and looked at Ezreal in surprise.

He doesn't think this is nonsense, the other party has already proved his knowledge.

"Yes, after my exploration of historical clues, I found Zaun's predecessor - Oshera Vazuan!"

"That's just a legend," the gentleman murmured.

"Sir, it's not a legend. Not only does it exist, but it's still well-preserved underground in Zaan, and is currently guarded by the Empire and Zaan jointly."

Ezreal watched the appetites of the people below hang up, cleared his throat, and began to seriously recite the story of his solo adventure.

"..."

The story is half-truth and half-truth, everything he encounters is true, but the solution is replaced by himself, and the method has also become the method designed by Ryan for him.

I have to say that the cool moves and techniques that Mr. Councilor thought were very suitable for him, Ezreal.

"Finally, I escaped from the inside and happened to meet Mr. Ryan. I knew that Noxus had the ability to protect it, so I told him the secret, and that's why I stand here today."

"What you said is so powerful, why don't you show it, let's have a match?"

Listening to Ezreal's one-man show, Samira felt a little itchy, raised her tattooed arm and said loudly.

coming!

When Ezreal was refreshed, he knew it!

How could there be no fighting in Noxus territory.

With a smile on his face, he answered cheerfully:

"Ma'am, let's have a test, but there will be major discoveries to be announced later. Let's have a simple test. I think you are also a gunslinger, so let's test the accuracy and power."

"It's exactly what I want!"

Samira raised her pistol and jumped onto the high platform. The pistol was turned in her hand, and she had a hint of excitement on her face:

"How to fight, shoot each other?"

"No no no!"

Ezreal directly rejected Samira's proposal.

Just kidding, in a **** battle, the weakest Noxian can beat him 10 times.

No Noxian who dared to come to power has never experienced hundreds of battles.

"Today is a festive day for the opening of the academy, and it is not suitable to see blood. We just used the props of the academy to demonstrate to everyone."

He greeted one of Draven's younger brothers, and soldiers from the Trifali Chapter pushed a machine onto the stage.

The heavily armored machine was placed in the center. Facing the doubtful gazes of the audience, Ezreal smiled and said:

"This is a test machine invented by Ms. Orianna, a professor of mechanics at the college. He can rate attacks. Like...

"Ma'am, take a shot."

boom!

A live bullet hit the armor in an instant, making a dull collision sound.

"Attack Strength: Weak!"

The machine made a voice, a soft and beautiful voice with a little electronic sound, dubbed by Orianna herself.

"It's a mid-level test robot for the academy, so it may have a bit higher requirements for attacks."

Ezreal smiled, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

He is stable!

At least, Samira's firearms are not high-end goods.

"Cut! It's not just a machine, look at me!"

Samira's competitive spirit was instantly aroused, she raised her eyebrows, and she pulled another pistol from her waist.

In a flash, she rushed beside the mechanical dummy.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Frequent barrage sounds sounded, and Samira danced beside the mechanical dummy like a ghost. The double guns kept firing bullets, venting towards the dummy.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The shells fell to the ground frequently, making a crisp sound, and the sound of gunfire was continuous.

Ezreal could see clearly that when one gun was shot empty, the firing frequency of the other gun would increase, and Samira would change the magazine within a second.

In just a few seconds, several magazines were emptied, and empty magazines fell on the ground.

It was hard for him to imagine how Samira could hide so many magazines in her hot dress.

Immediately afterwards, Samira withdrew her spears in the blink of an eye, and drew the large sword behind her.

"drink!"

She shouted angrily, jumped high, and slashed down heavily with the big knife.

The blade with Gangfeng slashed heavily on the iron armor of the mechanical dummy, making a huge explosion.

Seeing her such a sturdy scene, Ezreal was secretly shocked, thankful that he didn't have a fight with the other party.

If he wasn't familiar with the moves and didn't keep the distance, he would be beaten into a sieve and cut in half in a second.

"Attack strength: medium and upper!"

A timely mechanical sound came out, and Samira finally scored a good result.

She put the knife back behind her back, crossed her arms and walked aside, giving Ezreal a provocative look.

"Really strong!" Ezreal said sincerely.

The audience below also gave out a thunderous applause.

The martial arts show~www.readwn.com~ is their favorite thing.

"It's your turn!"

Samira was obviously in a good mood, and whistled at Ezreal.

"Look at me!"

Ezreal raised his eyebrows, smiled confidently, and stood ten meters away from the mechanical dummy.

He jumped up high, gave a loud drink, and the armguard in his hand lit up with a dazzling yellow light.

Swish!

A golden arc-shaped arcane beam of arcane energy shot out and hung straight towards the dummy.

Boom!

When the beam hit the dummy, it made a collision that was louder than the previous slash. Not only that, but it also penetrated the dummy, hitting the ground and even creating a pothole.

With this attack, the onlookers were a little sluggish.

They always thought that Ezreal was a scholar, and although they just heard about his adventures, they should be happy to hear it.

But now, they couldn't help redefining Ezreal in their hearts, and they looked at him with a lot of respect.

"Attack strength: medium and upper!"

This time the intensity is the same as Sharmila, but everyone thinks Ezreal is better.

After all, one is full output, and the other is not only penetrating damage, but also looks more relaxed and comfortable.

"This thing is interesting."

Delevingne, who had been standing with a doorman, touched his moustache with eagerness on his face.

"Hahaha, Brother Draven, do you want to try it?" Ezreal laughed.

The more people who try, the more people who become his stepping stones.

The attack strength of the upper middle has reached the ordinary hero-level attack.

Don't worry about whether his concentrated attack can make a stronger attack, at least he is penetrating damage, even at the same level, he is slightly better.

He is Ezreal! Steady!