The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

After Atreus came out of the tent, he didn't hide his whereabouts at all, and ran straight across the sea in the direction of Noxus.

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Feeling the breath of Atreus going straight away, Crimmans was the first to curse:

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"Atreus, are you really an idiot? You headed for Noxus as soon as you came out of my place?"

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Sending a message through the celestial starry sky, Clemens quickly stopped Atreus' action.

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Let it not be so high-profile and act again after a while.

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Fortunately, Atreus stopped early, just in the same direction as the demigod battlefield and Noxus, which gave him an excuse to stop.

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However, Atris, who was resting alone after landing, looked slightly gloomy at the moment.

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He was just too lazy to think about many things, but that didn't mean he was really stupid.

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From the eager behavior of Clemens just now. He has figured out something.

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After hesitating for a while, he finally took out a magic item from the cloth bag around his waist, a bracelet with a little blue light.

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He took a deep breath, and although there was a little struggle in his eyes, he finally took the bracelet on his hand.

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At the moment when the bracelet fit with his thick arm, a pheromone passed into his mind.

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[Dear Mr. Atreus, the special holder of the bracelet, you are welcome to access the imperial big data system. 】

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[Ms. Orianna invites you to call, are you connected? 】

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Hearing the information that popped up in his mind, Atreus sorted out his thoughts and quickly understood how the bracelet was operated*, and chose to connect.

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When he chose to connect, Atres only felt that the spirit was directly separated from the body.

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In a trance, his spirit seemed to have come to a place of nothingness.

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And in this nothingness, there are seats scattered all over the place.

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Each of these seats exudes some kind of powerful aura, and Atris can imagine the strength of the other just by looking at its aura.

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And these seats are surrounded by stars, guarding the three supreme positions in the center.

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Seeing these three seats, although Atreus had never been here before, he immediately understood where it was.

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Trifali Assembly Hall...

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A symbol of the supreme power of Noxus...

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But what puzzled Atreus was why he was directly pulled in here.

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before coming here. He could feel that he couldn't resist at all.

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"Is Noxus already so terrible..."

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Thinking of Ryan and Syndra's feat of breaking through the heavens alone, Atreus suddenly felt that it was not too difficult to force himself here...

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Atreus smiled self-deprecatingly, stood there and looked around, trying to find the lady Orianna who had brought her here.

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hum! !

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On the seat next to the chair of the parliament, an incomparably tyrannical aura suddenly emerged.

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Feeling this pressure, Atres only felt a sense of suffocation.

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He widened his eyes and looked at a lady with graceful posture and decent manners slowly emerging from there.

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The opponent's mechanical body was not enough to move him. What really shocked him was the tyrannical aura that the opponent exuded.

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This aura made him tremble, even surpassing Syndra, who he faced personally at that time...

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And no matter from the opponent's name or seat position, his position in the empire is obviously not as good as that of Syndra. …. .

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! Even Orianna has the momentum to crush him, how strong should Syndra and Ryan really be.

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Just as Atreus was thinking about it, he heard Orianna's calm voice:

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"Mr. Atreus, you have verified what we said, right?"

Orianna could feel the horror of Atreus, and she understood this emotion very well.

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Ryan promised her that the fusion would take six months, but she thought it was time to start preparing.

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At least in this conscious space created by Blitz, she has been able to invoke part of the power of imperial big data.

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Orianna's words also pulled back Atreus' thoughts and remembered the official business this time.

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Atreus' face was solemn, his fists clenched:

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"As you said, there's something wrong with Crimmans. He's trying to distance himself from his relationship, and it's not really for the good of the Rakkor tribe at all."

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"Mr. Atreus." Orianna chuckled. "You should understand that no other demigod is good to the Rakkor tribe except yourself. Frankly speaking, they are just tools in our eyes."

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"You are more frank than Star Spirit."

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Atreus stared at Orianna, with a little anger in his tone:

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"I'm fed up with their hypocrisy. For the sake of the Rakkor tribe, I agree to your request and become one of you."

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He was fed up with the pie drawn by Protoss, and he told him from the very beginning that he was not only the future of Raquol, but also the future of Protoss.

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At first, he thought that the Protoss was not that bad, but later he found that he was in a whimsical way.

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The promise made by the Protoss has no chance of being fulfilled at all.

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It was promised that they would protect the Rakor tribe, but when the war came, they were the first to drag the Rakor tribe to the battlefield.

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And what he said* was not heard by Crimmans at all.

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How could he not understand the meaning of Clemens telling him to go to Noxus.

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If he can really get something back, it must be liquidated by Clemens in the end for the crime of passing Noxus, and those things will also be confiscated by Clemens.

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Even at the end, Clemens may shamelessly say what God-given Battle Armor is...

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And once he encounters an accident, the entire Rakor tribe will have no one to protect him, and young and old are at risk of being driven into the battlefield.

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"I'm glad you chose this, Mr. Atreus." Orianna smiled. "Since you've become one of us, I don't think you'd mind watching something that happened in the past together."

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"What's up?"

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Atreus' face was slightly stunned~www.readwn.com~ and saw that the sky in the Void Land had changed, reflecting the desert scene.

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This piece of sand, Atreus, is unfamiliar. But he was very familiar with the people who appeared inside:

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"Crimmans...Leona..."

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Looking at the two people on the battlefield, Atreus seemed to understand what Orianna was talking about.

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Immediately afterward, the Battle of the Sand was screened in this void.

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As the footage played out, Atreus began to guess who was shooting it, as certain combat perspectives were evident along the way.

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Although he has been filming other people's battles, the decorator is also fighting the arcane creatures in the sky.

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As the war progressed, Atreus' eyes narrowed when he saw the photographer pierce Leona's chest.

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"The one who killed Leona was Noxus?"

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This was his first thought.

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But under Orianna's gesture, he continued to look down.

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Leona started to fight back, and the photographer was obviously defeated, and she couldn't even perform self-destruction.

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But at this moment, the scythe that blocked Leona's attack caused Atris' complexion to change suddenly:

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"Crimmans!!"

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