The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

"There was such a thing in the past."

Ryan's words were calm, but his eyes were full of memories.

Noxian Arena, a place every Noxian can't avoid.

"In the old Noxus, there were three ways: killing the enemy, contributing, and the arena."

No matter what the three methods are, they all symbolize absolute strength.

By killing the enemy and making meritorious deeds, you can climb to the position of the leader of the chapter step by step, as long as you are stronger than the current leader, you can kill more enemies.

Contributions are more varied. They can pay for the empire to help recruit troops to form a warband, or they can bring back some secrets for the empire, or restore the huge losses that the empire may have suffered.

Only by contributing to the general can it be possible for the Empire to help form an army, just like his former boss - Swain Commander.

And the winner of the arena can rely on fame to convene an army and form a new chapter.

The empire only looks at the results, no matter how it is formed, it depends on the individual, as long as it is ultimately for the empire.

"Does the teacher rely on the last one?" Seraphine asked curiously.

She felt that entering the arena with the strength of her teacher would cause a greater sensation than General Xin Zhao.

Seeing Ryan shaking his head, she was slightly stunned:

"Is it killing the enemy?"

With Ryan's strength, killing an enemy is indeed like finding something from a bag. Then her teacher came to the arena just for entertainment?

Seeing Ryan smiling and shaking his head again, Seraphine's eyes widened:

"Contribution? Impossible..."

Did the teacher do great deeds when he first came here? It made her a little self-doubt.

In her eyes, contributing to the future is more like going through the back door, which is an exclusive plan for children of rich families or upstarts.

"I have all three." Ryan said lightly.

"All three!? As expected of a teacher!" Seraphine exclaimed, and the prepared words of praise blurted out.

The person in charge of the arena next to him glanced at Ryan's face and started to interject:

"Teacher Seraphine, I'm afraid you don't know it yet. Back then, when the head of the council came to the Empire, it caused a sensation."

"Uncle Fokker, tell us." Seraphine blinked and asked the person in charge to continue.

The person in charge is Fokker, a middle-aged fat uncle who is slick. She has a good impression of Falk, because the other party has a pink-haired daughter, and Falk regards his daughter and his family as treasures.

"it is good..."

"Fokker, am I late?"

A sudden, rough voice interrupted Fokker.

Immediately afterwards, Draven, who had a big shoulder and a round waist, walked in with Ezreal, who was walking confidently.

"Ah!? Your Majesty the President of the Council!?"

Delevingne just wanted to get used to the two seats in the arena, but when he saw the people on it, he took a deep breath and hurriedly bowed to say hello.

Of the two in that position, he could not afford to offend either.

His axe just got a new one, and he doesn't want another one.

"Mr. Councilor, are you there too? I seem to have just heard you talk about some interesting things." Ezreal said very familiarly.

There were only two seats on the high platform, and he felt that the Draven brothers should have prepared them for both.

But now it seems that his benefactor is coming, and the beautiful silver-haired woman in the other seat looks like the female companion of Mr. Parliament Speaker.

He thought he was fine standing, and the Dravens needed company.

"We were just listening to Uncle Fokker's story about the teacher's past, don't interrupt." Seraphine said rudely.

She really didn't hate these two. If she didn't speak at this time, she really doubted that they would be sucked into **** by another teacher of hers.

She just saw Ms. Syndra rubbing the dark blue ring on her finger. It is said that it was a magic prop from Mr. Ryan. This action is generally the starting hand used by Ms. Syndra to cast spells.

"Mr. Councilor's story?" Ezreal's eyes lit up, "I can't miss this, even the Draven brothers don't know much about these things."

Delevingne did not deny that his life with Ryan had not intersected before, and it was almost all hearsay.

Everyone's eyes turned to Fokker. Fokker took a peek at Ryan and saw that he didn't mean to refuse, so he said with a nostalgic tone:

"It's been more than ten years. At that time, His Majesty heard that he was just a powerful mage who traveled all over the world. When the big event happened in the Empire, His Majesty was just here."

"What's the big deal?"

When Ezreal heard the "big event", he couldn't help but feel curious.

"Treachery!"

Fokker spit out two words with a solemn expression:

"At that time, an organization marked by the Black Rose secretly conspired against the Empire, and countless families were involved, including one of the most powerful families in the Empire at the time... the Swain family."

"The Swain family, isn't that the chief commander's family?" Ezreal looked dumbfounded.

He seemed to vaguely remember which book wrote about the events of the Empire more than ten years ago.

But it seems to be blocked by the people above, and there is not much detailed record at all.

"It's the family of the chief commander." Fokker nodded, with respect and fear on his face, "The chief commander reported his family's rebellion, which caused an uproar."

"After that, the rebellion was forced to be launched in advance, and the immortal fortress fell into chaos."

Fokker sighed, with reminiscence in his eyes:

"A lot of people died at that time. When the rebellion was over, the commander personally sent to the guillotine all the people in the family who participated in the rebellion, including his parents."

"He only sees the Empire." Draven grinned.

It is because of this that he admires Swain and is willing to support each other without thinking.

At least, more reliable than his brother!

"As expected of that big man."

Thinking that the great commander he had seen was a ruthless man who destroyed his family and killed his parents, he couldn't help but shudder.

This kind of person only appears in knight novels or hero stories. He really never thought that anyone could do this.

Many people say that the commander is a person who is selfless and almost emotionless. He didn't understand it very well at first, but now he understands why everyone said that.

But soon, he also issued his own question:

"But isn't that the matter of the great commander? What does it have to do with Mr. Speaker of the Parliament?"

With a simple and honest smile on his face, Fokker nodded vigorously and said:

"Teacher Ezreal, these two things are very closely related. This is the first time Your Majesty is known to the Empire.

"His Majesty was traveling through Noxus at the time, and out of respect for his magic, he was one of the few non-Imperial people who entered the Immortal Citadel."

"Magic...respect...enter the immortal fort...non-Imperial."

Ezreal extracted the keyword in less than half a second, with a knowing smile on his face.

Isn't that just talking about him?

So...Ryan=Chairman, he=Ryan, he=?

Seraphine looked at Ezreal strangely, she was almost killed by the noise.

Doesn't this guy remember?

When he was in Vazuan, he clearly stated that he had joined Noxus from that day...

Falk's story continues:

"In the chaos of rebellion, His Majesty took action to quell the unrest in the city almost by himself. At least five noble families were eliminated by His Majesty, and the family residence was easily breached by His Majesty. If His Majesty did not take action, there would have been many deaths. twice as many."

When he said this, there was gratitude in Fokker's face and tone.

No one can say whether there will be himself in that double, he and his current wife were in the immortal fortress at that time.

If Ryan hadn't shown up, the trajectory of his life might have changed dramatically...

There may not be a virtuous wife, and there may be fewer lovely daughters...

"Will Mr. Speaker be so strong then?"

Ezreal was a little surprised when he saw Fokker nodding.

Except for the time of Vazuan, he could only see the scales and half claws of Ryan's strength from the floating castle.

Today, he has an intuitive concept. The president of the council had the ability to destroy five noble families at the same time more than ten years ago.

As far as he wanted to come, they were the nobles of the empire after all... At least they had to be on the same level as Myrdal and Philos in Picheng.

Thinking about it this way, he could instantly feel the oppression from the head of the parliament...

The five Pheros families...the entire Piltover is not that strong together...

"As expected of Mr. President of the Council." Ezreal exclaimed sincerely.

Seraphine opened her mouth, holding back what she was about to say.

She was robbed of lines by Ezreal...

There was emotion on Fokker's face, and his tone became more and more respectful:

"Actually, relying on this contribution, Your Majesty is enough to serve as the lieutenant of the battle group. But His Majesty did not do this, but exchanged this credit for the collections of those five families, which are basically classics, all of which are Useless things."

There was reverence on his face, and it wasn't just him, everyone else sounded like Ryan was a humble guy who didn't take credit.

Only Syndra frowned when she saw the other people's expressions.

But she didn't say anything, she just agreed with Ryan's approach in her heart.

Mortals have no idea what they are missing!

"What about after that? I heard that the president of the council used to be the deputy general of the great commander." Ezreal couldn't help but said.

"That's right, I want to hear the story of the teacher killing the Quartet in the arena." Seraphine echoed.

She had already heard the teacher's story from Fokker's soul singing, but she would never get tired of listening to this kind of story, not to mention that her goal today was to make the teacher happy.

"Afterwards... I heard that His Majesty participated in the Glory Deathmatch. That should have been after joining the Empire."

Fokker looked at Ryan in awe, and said with some uncertainty.

"I did, and I had some bad memories with Demacia, but it all went away after that death fight," Ryan wrote lightly.

"Glory Deathmatch? I seem to have heard the word..."

Ezreal scratched his golden smooth hair, his face full of distress.

In order to push Elise down, he recently made up for the history of the Empire.

Why does it always fall off the chain when it comes to the critical moment...

"It was a glorious duel between the Empire and Demacia. At that time, it was used to compete for the ownership of the territory of the Duchy of Palahi. Neither side wanted to cause a large-scale war, so the duel was held in the arena."

Seraphine stopped humming a strange tune, blinked and straightened, her face full of learned confidence.

Sorry, Ezreal! Next time, I will definitely prepare a chance for you to stand out, but not today!

"Yes, I remembered!"

Ezreal suddenly felt the memory emerge in his mind, and explained excitedly:

"The Deathmatch for Glory began hundreds of years ago, and it was Noxus and Demacia's usual way of dealing with disputes.

"The two sides choose a certain number of people from each other to conduct various fair competitions such as chaos, arena, and wheel battles. In the end, the one who is alive wins."

"It's so cruel..."

Speaking of the last~www.readwn.com~ even Ezreal couldn't help saying. The Glory Deathmatch is simply an endless gladiatorial fight.

This is different from the two fighters who are wrestling below, that is really only one side alive.

Since the Trifali Council ruled the Empire, the arena has rarely happened except for the death row gladiatorial fight.

All agreed that a good fighter should not die in a gladiatorial arena.

And the glory death fight is the same as the gladiatorial fight, but this is the way of dealing with problems between countries, and it is endless.

It is hardly used today, but for both countries at the time it was an expression of the struggle at the elite level.

In order to prevent the other party from sending top-level powerhouses, and to ensure that their own people can win in the end, every time they participate in the death battle, it is the most elite group of people from the two countries.

The scope of each Glory Deathmatch is not large, but the loss will hurt the two countries, so that the one Ryan participated in is actually the last one so far.

Ryan had a trace of reminiscence on his face, and his tone was not calm:

"The glory of Noxus, the persistence of Demacia... it was vividly reflected in that death battle. At that time, except for me, there were a total of 199 people on both sides participating in the battle, and the people who survived were..."

"0!"

When Ryan said the number "0" plainly, Ezreal and others could feel the tragicness from it.

The candidates for both sides to participate in the war are definitely the elites among the elites, and even there are absolutely no shortage of heroes among them.

In a makeshift gladiatorial arena, these 200 people fought a life-and-death contest for their respective countries.

In the end, only Ryan came out alive and intact.

Even if they just listened to this experience, they can feel a heavy feeling arise spontaneously, and even feel that their hearts are clenched.