The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

Demacian Camp.

The quiet and dull atmosphere spread in the tent, and Galen sat in the first seat with his head down, with regret on his face.

There was a look of tiredness on his face, but he was still blaming himself in his heart.

If he hadn't gone back, would the outcome be different now.

He heard the news of the war between the two sides on the way, and tried his best to rush back, but he was still a step too late.

Demacia misestimated the speed at which the Darius and the Trifari Chapters arrived. Today was supposed to be a day of great progress, but it died prematurely due to the surprise attack of the Trifary Chapters.

"Galen Crownguard!"

An old Demacian general rose up in anger, his left arm disappearing, still oozing blood.

He was the commander-in-chief of the Fourth Army, and his name was Red Laurent.

"Where are you when His Highness breaks the queen?"

Demacia and Noxus fought for miles, Prince Jarvan was the sharp sword, and the Fourth Legion was the flank.

After this battle, the Fourth Legion was almost wiped out, and Red's left arm was left on the battlefield forever by Xin Zhao of the Trifali Chapter.

And Galen, who was supposed to protect Prince Jarvan and was on the front line in his place, disappeared.

The Dreadnought Vanguard lost its general and only fought on the flanks, completely failing to function as it should.

"I was recalled to Xiongdu by the Grand Marshal, and everything today is my responsibility!"

Galen admitted his fault without thinking much, and be self-disciplined and strong. This is the family motto of the Crown Guard family.

"The Grand Marshal has given an order that I should bring the Fearless Vanguard back to Xiongdu. But now, the situation has changed."

Garen didn't think much, and then repeated what Tiana told him.

"The God of Flying Wings... I haven't seen him for nearly a hundred years. Will he really come?" General Laurent hesitated.

It's not that he doesn't believe Galen's words, but that he doesn't quite believe that the God of Flying Wings will come to the front line in person.

In past legends, only when Demacia suffered a disaster that could be destroyed, the other party would show up with his disciples.

On weekdays, only the disciples of the gods called the Judgment Missions run around to execute justice in Demacia.

"Yes." Galen said firmly, "Also, He has come!"

When his voice fell, a holy beam of light lit up outside the tent, illuminating the darkness of the night.

The hallucination of singing in a mysterious voice appeared in front of the generals, making them unconsciously yearn for absolute justice.

Galen and the others no longer hesitated, stood up together, and walked out of the tent.

Facing the light of the sky, they fell to the ground on one knee.

"Justice, come!"

An indifferent and passionate female voice sounded, and the light beams in the sky converged in one place.

The night broke, the white wings fell down, the holy light swayed, and the figure with the wings on its back, the body wrapped in iron armor slowly fell.

He, the winged protector.

He, the personification of justice.

He, the symbol of light.

He, the Faith of Demacia!

It was late at night, but Demacia's camp was as bright as day.

He raised the emerald green broadsword in his hand and held it high above his head.

In an instant, like light descending on the world, countless streams of light fell into the Demacian tents.

The soldiers of Demacia felt that their bodies were wrapped in warm rays of light, and they felt warm all over.

Before they knew it, all the wounds from the sword and gun were restored to their original condition. Except for the severed limbs, which could not be regenerated, even the poisonous gas that had penetrated the five internal organs was dissipated by the light without a trace.

The soldiers walked out of the building spontaneously, looked up at the supreme figure in the sky, and gave him the Demacian military salute from their hearts.

The flying wing protector not only symbolizes the guardian of justice, but also their benevolent protector.

Covered by the pair of pure white wings, as long as they execute absolute justice, they will be protected by him.

"Your Majesty, Demacia needs your help."

Galen got down on one knee and pleaded earnestly.

The indifferent golden eyes of the deity stared at the common people below, the wings behind him flapped, and the figure flew towards the city of Noxus like electricity.

"Justice will judge Noxus."

After He flew away, the people of Demacia stood up.

The decadence of the previous defeat was swept away, replaced by the fanatical confidence in victory.

"Captain Galen Sword, I will continue to fight in place of the Fourth Legion."

The old General Laurent drew out his sword, with a resolute expression on his face, and ran towards the city of Noxus.

"General Laurent..."

Galen opened his mouth slightly and sighed softly.

He knew in his heart that the old general wanted to see the fallen warriors and see how Noxus was crushed.

With a serious expression on his face, he suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

"Fearless Pioneer! The first and eighth shield formations! Follow me on the expedition!"

"Demacia!!"

The soldiers of the First Shield Array and the Eighth Shield Array gathered quickly, and lined up in front of Galen with the sound of rushing iron armor.

Galen faced the other legion commanders with a serious expression:

"Generals, guard the camp. I will definitely bring His Royal Highness back!"

After all, he took the members of the first and eighth shield formations and rushed towards the front line quickly.

The rest of the Demacians just clenched their weapons in their hands and watched them leave, with even envy in their eyes.

With the participation of the gods, they will undoubtedly win!

City of Noxus.

Darius stood at the front of the city, holding the battle axe tightly in one hand, with Prince Jarvan tied beside him.

"Our reinforcements are here, you'd better kill me now." Jarvan laughed wildly.

The holy light in the sky is shining brightly.

His father had told him that there were three great beings in Demacia who could rival the gods.

One of them, the winged protector representing justice, appeared in the same way as it does today.

Darius cast a glance at Jarvan and said lightly:

"Mortal people regard things that they can't understand as gods~www.readwn.com~ but as everyone knows, they are just slightly bigger ants."

"That's because you barbarians have never experienced the power of God." Jarvan snorted coldly.

"It's just a Protoss of Justice who only holds half of the authority."

A thick voice sounded from Darius' side, and at the same time, Swain in black robe and iron armor appeared there.

"LeBlanc, how are things going?"

"At the command of you and the council president, we have secretly transferred back all our water and dark mages."

A seductive female voice appeared along with the blooming black roses, and a figure wrapped in a black robe appeared in the tower, looking at the vision in the distance, full of smiles and said:

"I put a lot of effort into not being noticeable."

"All benefits will be distributed after victory, and you will get your due." Swain's face was flat, "Now is the time, let's start!"

"Follow your will!" LeBlanc smiled charmingly and bowed slightly.

At the same time, figures in robes appeared in the streets and alleys of the city.

They are either holding a staff, or holding a magic book, or casting spells with both hands.

The blue-black magic light burst out from their bodies, and the magic did not have any direction. It seemed that all this was done just to vent the magic.

But within a few seconds, the sky suddenly became gloomy and dark.

There was a strong moisture in the air, the walls of the city seeped moisture, and even a drizzle fell.

"This is!?"

Jarvan's eyes widened as he stared at the orderly Noxian army, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Noxus didn't look like he was facing a big enemy at all.

Rather like...

Hunt down the big fish that are hooked!