The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

Above the dark and deep sky, the moon has risen, and it looks surprisingly large.

This is a common sight on Mount Jushen.

In the shadow of the steep hillside, where the snow has not yet melted, a collision between the gods is being staged.

There is no doubt that the battle between the gods should be a huge, earth-shattering tremor, full of gorgeous and murderous brilliance.

But at this moment, the battle on the mountainside east of Targon is surprisingly... simple.

The physique of the two people in the fierce battle is very different. One of them is extremely tall, with two pairs of scarlet wings on his back, like a hill giving people a sense of oppression.

In his hand, he held a mighty giant sword with a sharp shape and an extremely broad blade, with flame-like streamers shining on it, as if the fire of **** would never burn out.

In contrast, the other person's body is much "petite". He is covered in silver armor, and his bare arms and leg muscles are protruding, showing unparalleled explosive power.

Holding a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, he is mighty and powerful, reflecting the icy brilliance of the moonlight, like an armored warrior who has come out of an ancient epic.

Bang-bang-

The sound of iron weapons clashing constantly sounded at the moment when the two fought.

The superb, pure, cruel, and slaughtered physical combat is vividly reflected between the two.

This is a desperate fight between warriors, without any gorgeous magic blooms, only the most primitive and intuitive close combat.

"The Protoss that symbolizes 'war' doesn't seem to be worthy of his name."

Ryan sat at the stone table and shook his head gently, a little disappointed in his words.

He picked up the clay teacup in front of him, took a sip of the tea, and turned his head to admire the battle not far away with the lady who was sitting there.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield has undergone a major reversal.

At an inadvertent moment, the Protoss holding a spear and a shield was seized by the greatsword Darkspawn, and the pair of scarlet wings spread out aggressively.

Every time the giant sword fell, it could smash a crack in the shield in Prototype's hand.

Bang-bang-

The incomparably bursting knocking sound resounded through the wilderness, and every time it fell, it was accompanied by sparks and thunderous noises.

The darkling raised his head high and shouted into the sky, shaking people's hearts.

Then he raised the giant sword in his hand high and slashed forward.

This blow, as if everything in the mountains and rocks will be crushed by it and scattered in the wind.

Facing the fierce and dense attack like a falling meteor, the Protoss had to raise the shield frequently to block, which seemed to be a bit embarrassed.

Knocked, blocked, knocked again, and was knocked out again... In this cycle, Protoss couldn't find the right time to stab, and the spear in his hand had to wait silently.

"The power of the Protoss comes from the care of the stars, while the power of the Darkborn comes from itself." Soraka's gaze was fixed on the mountainside and replied softly.

Hearing her answer, the corners of Ryan's mouth lifted slightly without a smile, he glanced at Ms. Soraka with dark blue eyes, and then put his eyes back on the battle.

There is nothing wrong with the power of the Protoss originating from the stars.

But some protoss are possessed by the flesh and blood of mortals, and are subject to the human body.

And some celestial spirits fall into the mortal world with their own bodies, and can show the brilliance of all the stars.

Judging from the strength displayed by the "war" Protoss, it is obvious that he has not been in the mortal world for a long time. Even, he doesn't match that body.

The reason for this situation is not that the human body is too weak, but... the star spirit, which symbolizes the power of the stars, failed to completely assimilate the human body.

No assimilation, no blending, and even resistance...

Ryan analyzed in his heart, and turned his eyes to the battlefield, looking at the Protoss warriors who were resisting the fierce attack of the dark descendants, his eyes sank.

That human body contains enormous potential!

"The lady invited me here because she wanted me to invite him into the empire?" Ryan asked unabashedly.

He is very optimistic about the human being possessed by the protoss.

After conducting a "comprehensive" study on the Protoss of Justice, he knew very well how incredible it was that the human soul could maintain a certain degree of resistance under the assimilation of the soul of the Protoss.

What's more, the "War" Protoss is still a complete body.

"The stars guide the way for his future, and the stars are not static." Soraka said softly and softly.

"Really, it seems that fate has made a choice for him." Ryan paused slightly, expressing his regret.

He could understand what Soraka meant...

Today, perhaps a star will die.

Instead, it is a mundane and unyielding soul.

Ryan could feel that in the bright star screen above his head at this moment, at least dozens of eyes were meeting on him.

The coercion generated by the magic power of the vast stars can almost be condensed into essence.

Warning...or...probing?

Ryan raised his chin slightly, and the rune blue light shot straight into the sky.

He is not afraid of the stars in the sky, just a group of cowards who dare not step on the earth.

Besides...

Runes are immortal, magic is immortal, he is eternal.

"I will not interfere with the birth of a new star spirit, but I also hope that you will not interfere with ordinary things."

"This is exactly what the stars are looking for, thank you for your generosity." Ms. Soraka's face still maintained a gentle look, and replied with a smile.

Ryan raised the teacup and gestured to her, smiling and withdrawing his gaze from the stars.

7 bit...

This is the number of glances that the stars cast at him.

Among them, the magic power of the stars contained in the 5 main bodies exceeds that of him who has fused the runes of half the world.

But in Runeterra, if the two sides fight, even the stars must be prepared to fall.

Under the icy cold wind, the tea was still boiling hot, with a faint aroma of grass and trees, and Ryan turned his eyes to the other side of the mountain with a soothing expression.

The battle of gods on the mountainside is drawing to a close.

The scarlet rays of light flowed past, and the great sword in the darkin's hand was raised high. He stood on the top of the mountains, with his wings stretched out behind him, covering the sky and the sun, like a demon who came to the world to give judgment.

Judgment...or Destruction?

It doesn't matter, his name is "Darkborn", and he already represents everything.

"Darkin" is not his own name, but a derogatory name given to him and them by mortals.

In Shurima's ancient language, the meaning is roughly equivalent to an obscure curse: the Fallen.

"Drink!"

As the darkling let out a loud shout, the giant sword in his hand slashed out of the wind and slashed down with a majestic might.

boom—

At this moment, the entire Jushenfeng area was shaken, and the sound was as loud as thunder exploded in the ear.

There was a lot of commotion in the jungle in the distance, barking, shouting... The primitive fear of the animals came into play at this moment, driving them to flee.

Feeling the vibration and sound, Ryan and Soraka raised their heads at the same time and looked at the stars in the sky.

"Crack."

The next moment, Ryan seemed to hear an almost inaudible shattering sound, like a piece of glass shattering.

Above the sky, in the dazzling starry sky, the star field shaped like a "long spear" was marked with a deep sword mark.

In this regard, the "war" is over...

The peak of the Giant God Peak, the sacred place where countless people looked up, at this time, the sky-penetrating beam that never went out gave out a slight tremor.

Immediately after, meteors streaked across the sky, as if mourning for a lost star spirit.

The darkin carried the great sword, folded his wings, and stood tall and indifferent on the wilderness.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, but before they touched him, they transpired into water vapor.

He raised his chin slightly, watched the meteor slide down with cold eyes, ignored the humans who were only half a breath left to die, and raised his head high:

"I have touched the stars, I have seen the brilliance of thousands of suns. Now, I am back, and I will become the terminator of the world and dispel the light of all the stars."

His arrogant voice resounded through the sky, and the destruction of the "War" constellation was offering an Acura for his return.

The darkin stared deeply at the west side of Targon Peak, made a mouth shape, then turned around and left east with the sword in hand.

"Aatrox..."

Ryan's dark blue rune eyes moved slightly, and his eyes seemed to have spanned thousands of kilometers, meeting the golden-red eyes of the Darkborn.

He could hear the message the other party wanted to convey to him, a name that once made the world tremble.

One of the most powerful Ascended gods ever to Shurima... Aatrox.

Opposite Ryan, Soraka raised his palm slightly.

The brilliance of the stars seemed to be pulled by her, and a beam of golden light swayed down from the sky and injected into the mortal body that was gradually buried by the wind and snow.

The soul of the celestial spirit has been shattered, leaving only the remnants of human beings struggling and resisting.

The power of starlight bathed his body and helped him through the mortal difficulty.

"What's his name?" Ryan showed interest in his eyes.

In the battle with Aatrox, the "War" Protoss was at an absolute disadvantage, but as long as any Protoss was willing to take action, he could easily resolve the crisis.

But all the Protoss chose to stand by and let the souls of the "War" Protoss dissipate.

No... Dissipation is not accurate.

At the moment when Aatrox slashed the Protoss body with his last sword, all the power and soul of the "War" Protoss was integrated into the human body.

Relying on this stronger body, coupled with the unyielding soul of human beings... he may be a more powerful existence.

"Atris, this is his name. In the future, he will definitely become a member of the stars." Soraka replied as usual.

"Atreus..." Ryan said silently, his thoughts began to churn in his heart.

Today, Star Spirit does not hesitate to show his heritage, but also invites him here. Letting him and the empire prepare for the impending disaster is only one of them, the most important thing is probably...

The human named "Atris" lying on the mountainside.

The Protoss will not allow any accidents to happen. Perhaps, he has already arranged a predetermined trajectory until he becomes a new Protoss.

Ryan looked up at the sky as if enlightened, and became more and more certain of his guess.

The power of the Protoss body is much more than his, but even if the Protoss body descends to Rune Land, the weakened power is unimaginable.

Even if the stars come down to earth, he and the empire now have the capital to compete with them.

They are the creatures born in Rune Land. When facing foreign powerful enemies, the land under their feet is their biggest reliance.

But if... there is a Protoss that can exert all the power of the Protoss itself, and it is a creature born from Runeterra...

The power he can exert is absolutely beyond everyone's imagination.

This is completely possible~www.readwn.com~ You are not afraid that fate will make him go in other directions? "

Ryan's eyes sank as he looked at Atris, who was lying unconscious.

In the history he knew, the layout of the Protoss did not seem to be very clever, and even faced many failures and made up for it many times.

Soraka smiled, shook her head, and said indifferently:

"It's all up to fate."

"Does fate call the shots..."

There was a trace of regret in Ryan's eyes, such a good seedling should have a relationship with the empire.

What a pity.

However, he thought of Nasus' request.

The future may not be without opportunities.

He has always believed that... the empire is far more attractive to mankind than the stars.

Ryan drank the tea in the cup and stood up slowly:

"Thank you for your tea, and enjoy the tea under the stars. I hope there will be such an opportunity in the future."

"You will always be my honored guest, and Giant God Peak welcomes you to visit at any time." Soraka also stood up and gave Ryan a slight salute.

Ryan nodded at her, and his figure was wrapped in the blue light of the runes, and finally disappeared.

The stone table became empty and cold again, and the tea in the teapot no longer radiated heat.

Soraka's eyes flickered with stars, and her brows frowned from time to time, as if she was communicating with someone.

In the end, she sighed and said softly:

"We are children of the stars. Disputes and battles will only turn us into beasts. The brilliance of giants and stars sprinkled on the earth is to bring hope to this world."

After she finished speaking, she shook her head, faced the falling snow, and returned to her cabin with a tea cup and a teapot.

The door was closed, and it was unknown when the next time it would be opened.

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