The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

"700 years?" Galen's expression became solemn, "Demacia will last for a thousand years!"

Tiana looked at him with a funny smile. This was what she was most satisfied and dissatisfied with Galen. She was upright, but she didn't have a smart and flexible mind.

"Demacia will continue. But letting the prophecy spread in Demacia will have very bad consequences. If it is revealed that the Light Shield family is related to the mage at this time, coupled with the third generation's vague attitude towards the mage, you Can you imagine the consequences?"

"Is this a Noxian conspiracy?" Garen's expression condensed.

He could imagine that if the rumors were allowed to circulate, unrest would inevitably break out in the kingdom.

Even the commoners will question the Light Shield family, and if it is more serious, they may oust Jarvan III from power.

Unlike Demacia and Noxus, kings are chosen by the will of the people.

The fact that the light shield family can become kings for three consecutive generations does not mean hereditary, but it just happens that each heir is the most popular.

Of course, their nobles also made great efforts in this.

"Maybe we were just hit, or maybe this prophecy is for us. No matter what, we have to prepare in advance." Tiana's face was solemn.

"what should I do?"

Galen hates guesswork like this, he prefers to issue an order on it, and then he goes and executes the order.

"Secretly recall the Fearless Pioneer and make adequate preparations." Tiana said decisively.

"But..." Galen hesitated, "What about the front line?"

He had discussed with Prince Jarvan before, and he would speed up the offensive today.

If he hadn't come back by this time, he might have been on the battlefield.

However, according to the intelligence of Noxus' internal spies, Darius and the Trefary Chapter will not arrive in a few days.

After getting the accurate information, he rushed back without stopping.

Galen now even speculates that this is Noxus's suspicion.

Noxus is in need of rectification due to internal turmoil, and urgently needs to deliver a message that will overwhelm other forces so that Noxus can adjust.

When he wanted to come, it was time to attack the whole army and retake the land once occupied by Noxus as quickly as possible.

"Don't worry about the front lines, Noxus will not invade our territory." Tiana asked with a smile, "Besides, do you remember the second half of the prophecy?"

"Every **** uses magic, be careful..."

With that said, Galen looked at his aunt in surprise.

He realized something terrible and looked out the window involuntarily.

In the center of the Crown Guard family manor, there is a statue of a **** with wings on its back.

"Flying wing protector..."

If the power of the gods is derived from magic, then what is Demacia who accepts the protection of the winged protector?

Opposing magic on the surface, but actually accepting magic asylum?

Thinking of this, Galen's heart surged with turbulent waves, and his heart was numb for a while.

If this is confirmed, the future of Demacia...

"Don't think too much, He is our **** and will be in the future," Tiana said.

Speaking of magic, she hesitated, apparently hiding something in her heart.

But in the end, she closed her mouth and concealed it.

"I see! I'll rush to the front immediately to bring back the Dreadnought and our Legion!"

Galen looked solemn, lowered his head in thought, not paying attention to his aunt's expression.

He could imagine everyone's doubts about the Winged Protector. If this **** used magic, it would cause unimaginable disasters in Demacia.

His aunt's words obviously did not reassure him, and he was already planning the follow-up.

Maybe...they'll have to turn their gods head on.

The Winged Patronus, who had sheltered Demacia for hundreds of years, was born into the Crownguard family, and knew more than anyone else.

He is not just a belief, but a real God.

If people began to question his existence, the turmoil that would be caused would not be comparable to that of the Light Shield family.

And that was the real reason why my aunt wanted him to be transferred back to the army.

"Don't get excited." Tiana shook her head, "He will personally prove that his energy is not to aid magic."

"prove..."

Galen clearly knew that his aunt was a disciple of the Flying Wing Protection God, and this was probably true.

He also quickly thought of a way to prove it, and couldn't help muttering to himself:

"Battlefield! He will come to the battlefield in person and take back the lost land for Demacia. This way the rumors will not be broken, and He will still be our protector."

At this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If the God of Flying Wings can really participate in the war, they will die a lot less.

"That's right, the God of Flying Wings will come to the battlefield and kill the hand of Noxus." Tiana said with a serious face.

Noxus is not worth mentioning before the gods!

"This time is not only a crisis for Demacia, but also an opportunity for us. There may be a new way of getting along within the kingdom, and our Crownguard family needs to see the trend." Eldred added.

He is a man of few words, but after joining the Crown Guard family, sometimes he has to say a few words, especially a lot of things that Tiana is inconvenient to say.

"This is not something I should consider, as long as the Crown Guard family has justice in their hearts, it is enough." Galen said sternly.

"..." Tiana and Eldred looked at each other and saw helplessness in Fang's eyes.

The only descendants of the Crownguard's direct line are Garen and Laxana.

Compared with Garen, who has already shown his prominence, Tiana doesn't want the girl Laxana to carry the family's mission, especially when she accidentally knows a secret of Laxana.

But if Garen doesn't change, Laxana may have to stand up and support the family like her.

She knew that Laxana was a gifted child~www.readwn.com~ but Galen was undoubtedly better suited to carry on the Crownguard's mission.

"Okay, this matter is not in a hurry. Galen, let's take a day off before heading off. We still have plenty of time." Tiana waved her hand.

"Time is running out, don't tell Laxana I'm back!"

Galen rejected Tiana's proposal, turned around and left the parliamentary room, heading for the distance.

He had to get back to the battlefield as soon as possible to get ready, and the Dreadnought Vanguard was the most elite army in Demacia.

If they were gone, his friend, Prince Jarvan, would be left alone and could be in danger.

He had to go back as soon as possible to get everything in order.

Unlike his aunt, he did not believe in the guardian angel of flying wings. He only trusted the epee in his hand, his relatives, and his fellow Demacians.

Demacia, he must guard!

At the same time, on a hill in Demacia, the masked lady stood there and placed the white lily in her hand in front of a tombstone.

On the tombstone is engraved a line of delicate words: the tomb of father Ziram.

"Father...I still don't understand what true justice is. But I know that her justice must be wrong."

"Flying wing protector, how ridiculous, if you can't stand on the ground, what's the use of these feet."

"Maybe... that prophecy is true, and the gods are the disaster itself. Justice is not justice, and gods are not gods."

The masked lady muttered to herself, and black feathers fell one after another, and the pair of black wings on her back were clearly visible.

But above it, it was chained and shackled, as if it had been sealed.

She stayed in front of the tombstone for a while before standing up, bare feet on the cold ground, and walked slowly towards the border.