The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

After Irelia left, the forest returned to its former calm again.

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Birds sing cheerfully, flowers scramble to bloom, full of natural breath...

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Not far away, in the Tubutai tribe.

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"We should respond to the Equilibrium Sect. If Swain dares to come, we will dare to slaughter him together."

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In the central tree house, Moribei, wearing a samurai uniform, shouted loudly.

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Opposite him, a Golmud with a striking leopard print on his face snorted coldly:

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"Zai? Is it just your weak sword?"

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"Is my knife not good? I'm not like someone, I don't even have the courage to shine a paw."

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Sen Ping slapped the knife on the table and slapped it back directly.

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He has long disliked these vastayas. They are a bunch of bastards, and they are not worthy of being equal to their Ionians.

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"Are you going to try my claws with your broken knife?"

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There was danger in Golmud's eyes, and sharp claws protruded from the raised leopard claws.

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"Don't try to say that the Horde is brought into a state of death. I personally went to the battlefield a few years ago, and you have no idea how terrible Noxus is!"

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"Oh, everyone is human, not all of them have one head, two hands and two legs. They can still be different." Sen Ping said disdainfully.

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Although he didn't go to the battlefield like Golmud, he didn't think Noxus was strong.

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Mainly, he didn't think Golmud was strong at all.

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Private fights are forbidden in the tribe. Although he has never fought Golmud, he is confident that he will cut off the opponent's leopard claws with one knife.

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How can the body of a beast be compared to a sharp weapon forged by a human?

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In his opinion, the root of Golmud's fear of Noxus is actually the fear of their human beings.

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"Senping!"

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The old human sitting in the first place suddenly made a sound.

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Seeing Sen Ping shut up and sit up straight, the old man coughed a few times, then shook his head and said:

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"We can't take the enemy lightly. They occupy most of Navoli and Baloo provinces. Noxus is much stronger than us..."

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"That's not because the provinces are not united, and these Vastaya people don't know what to do..." Sen Ping grumbled.

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"Senping, what do you mean?" Golmud had a fierce look in his eyes.

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Not only him, but even several of the vastayas sitting next to him stood up and stared at Sen Ping.

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"The vastayas over there all voted for Noxus!" Sen Ping shouted with a stubborn neck.

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"you!

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! We are not them! "

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Hearing Sen Ping's words, although the Vastayas sitting beside Golmud all glared at Sen Ping, their ferocity was less.

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"All right!"

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The old man sitting at the top interrupted the argument on both sides again, pressing his hands down:

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"The Vastaya, the Ionians, are all part of our Tubutae. Have you forgotten the oath your ancestors made?"

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"My Healing Game"

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The people on both sides looked at each other and finally moved away a little unhappy.

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When the old man saw this scene, he sighed slightly.

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He knew that the contradiction was suppressed again, but it was only suppressed...

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After promoting the Vastaya as Ionian orthodoxy from the Noxian side, he knew that disputes between the two sides were inevitable.

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In the past, relying on ancestral teachings, the Ionians were the patriarchs and the Vastayas were the elders. This tradition has continued to this day.

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But from hundreds of years ago...

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In order to expand the Ionian's right to speak, the one-term patriarch borrowed the fault of a conflict between the Vastayas and the Equilibrium Sect and made the Ionians become elders...

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There was a rift between the vastayas and the Ionians.

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In particular, the fuse balance sect that time was extremely disgusted by the vastaya people.

The old man knew in his heart that even if Golmud had fought against Noxus before.

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But the other party must be more inclined towards Noxus now. After all, the Noxus Empire has truly recognized the status of the Vastaya people.

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"For the visit of Swain of Noxus..."

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The old man turned the topic back to the beginning, paused and continued:

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"If they don't come, we don't have to do anything. If he does come, Golmud and I will meet him in person."

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"Patriarch, no!"

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The old man's words fell, and Senping was the first to express his disapproval.

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As the strongest warrior in the tribe, he said eagerly:

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"We should go to war with Swain directly!"

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"Ignorance..." Golmud sneered, "If you want to get involved, don't involve us."

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"You are cowards!" Senping shouted.

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"I hope that when thousands of compatriots are implicated and die by you, they will not blame you before they die." Golmud sneered.

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Hearing this sentence, Senping's excited expression immediately solidified on his face.

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Even the waving hand was stuck in place.

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"I...I didn't mean that..."

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He opened his mouth and defended himself with a pale face.

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Obviously, he understood the subtext of the patriarch and Golmud.

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If Swain really came, if he and others shot him...

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No matter whether the beheading is successful or not, no matter what happens to Ionia in the end, their tribe must be buried together.

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Although Sen Ping didn't think their tribe would lose, he could not bear the responsibility of killing countless comrades in vain because of his stupid actions.

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His hands fell weakly, and he slowly sat back to his seat.

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"Golmud, you should have no opinion, right?" The old patriarch looked at Golmud.

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"I have no problem, as long as Noxus doesn't mind that I have been on the battlefield." Golmud replied quickly.

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"That's good."

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The old patriarch nodded earnestly and turned his head towards Senping:

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"Once Swain comes to us, I need you to restrain yourself."

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"I'll try my best..." Sen Ping said with a guilty conscience.

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He understood what the old man meant, but he could only show that he did his best.

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Even he couldn't help wanting to fight with Swain, but he might not be able to control the rest.

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"Just do your best. If he's not here to make trouble, he won't mind. If he's really here to make trouble~www.readwn.com~ it's a big deal." The old man said in a stern voice.

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The old man opened his eyes slightly, showing for the first time the majesty that belongs to the patriarch of the big tribe.

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"clear!"

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The elders in the audience responded in succession, putting an end to this conversation.

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......

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A few days later, at the Legislative Hall of Leen Harbor.

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"A single piece of information will make the Kuzan area full of grass and trees. This is the power of Noxus..."

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Yone laughed self-deprecatingly after reading the information Swain asked him to read.

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Just the news from Swain made the Kuzan region feel a sense of chaos, a pressure that only Noxus has.

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"Your Excellency, the great commander, are you still planning to go? They expressed their intention to bury you." Yone asked.

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From the Kuzan area, Irelia was frequently walking around, the spirit of nature was ready to go, and the Balance Sect was sitting firmly on the mountain.

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He didn't think Swain would die there, but the situation was already clear...

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This time Swain's visit to the Tubutai tribe is likely to result in a full-scale war.

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The corners of Swain's mouth were slightly raised, and his voice was calm:

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"Why not go, if they really dare to come, I will admire them."

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