Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

The first thing that caught Ezreal's eyes was the throne at the deepest and highest position as the door opened.

The throne is filled with flags, symbolizing the supreme. But there was no one on it, and it seemed to be abandoned, as if it would never be used.

The second is the huge white stone pillars, which serve as the support of the parliamentary hall, and it is inevitable that people will notice them.

With them as embellishments, the entire empty hall looks very solemn and solemn.

In the center of the hall, there is a huge black round table. There are three very special places next to the round table, each with a pattern of books, crows, and battle axes.

Two of them are empty, only the one above the crow is a figure.

The three main seats are facing outwards, and they are exquisite seats of a smaller size, some with nothing on them, and some with patterns engraved on them.

Most of them were empty, and there was only one person sitting in one seat, Camille, who was on the same boat with them before, and the family crest of Philos was engraved on the back of the seat.

The other party disappeared as early as the airship stopped, and did not expect to come here.

Ezreal's breathing was a little short, and the dull atmosphere here made him a little breathless, much more depressing than Piltover's parliamentary hall.

He turned his gaze back to one of the three main seats, the only seat that was occupied.

It was a dignified middle-aged white-haired aristocrat, holding the file in his hand and reading. The crows lined up on the back of his chair, their scarlet eyes watching their arrival.

Even just looking at him, Ezreal felt that his breathing was about to stop. He had never seen any real big man before, but the other party was sitting there like that, and he had another thought in his mind.

That aristocrat, a big man who must hold the power of the empire, there is no doubt!

He had never experienced such a solemn occasion. Compared with Piltover's councillors' meeting, it was a village chief's meeting.

Ezreal pulled out a stiff smile, his hands, feet and brain were a little dull, and he didn't know what to do.

At this time, should he kneel down and shout Long Live the Commander?

No, no, that's too shameless.

Or should he wave and say good afternoon in Piltover's way?

No, no, that's too frivolous, and it doesn't fit the scene at all.

Damn... what the hell is he supposed to do.

While he was still thinking about it, Xin Zhao finished reporting his work and stood like a javelin at the door of the Chamber, like a faithful guard.

Swain, who was sitting in the position of the vice president, also put down the file in his hand and turned his eyes to the person who came:

"Victor, the pioneer of mechanical ascension, Ezreal, the explorer blessed by luck."

His steady voice was indifferent, revealing the identities of the two in one sentence.

Swain is not an easy-going person, and there are very few people in the world who can make him friendly.

Even if Swain just glanced at him with an ordinary gaze, Ezreal had the urge to kneel.

He seemed to be able to see the endless darkness and the feast of crows in the eyes of the other party, looking down at them mortals from above.

"Commander Swain, I have long admired your name." Victor said calmly.

The light of Hex in his eyes was as faint as usual, and it didn't seem to be affected in any way.

"You're very good. If you want to be a Noxian, you should have a place here," Swain said.

There was a sense of naturalness in his words, which raised a glimmer of hope in Ezreal's heart.

Victor can, so is he...

There are so many places here, and it's not bad.

He didn't want to play for Noxus, but he heard that this is the most powerful place in Noxus. If he carves his name here, he will definitely become popular.

Now apart from the supreme position of the three statues, there are not many others with patterns on them.

Black roses, spinning axe, deep black orb, airtight spider silk...

Perhaps, he should add his explorer logo here.

"Thank you and Your Excellency Ryan for your love. I'm still inexperienced. When I complete the great evolution, I will be eligible to have my own position." Victor bowed slightly to show his rejection.

He is a perfectionist, and Orianna's success has given him infinite inspiration.

He has not completely transformed the body of the machine, but he is no longer rigidly attached to the physical body.

It looks like he's in the Noxian Council Chamber, but his other machine body is communicating with Sevika about Zaun's future.

The day when he completely gave up the physical body was the day when he truly completed his evolution.

"This time will not be far away, you are on the right path."

Swain said lightly, as if he had foreseen the future.

He gained power by devouring a demon, and each demon in Rune Land has its own symbols and areas of expertise.

And the one in his body is the incarnation of 'secret'.

He knows everything about mortals.

After speaking, he and Victor chatted about the land transformation of the Empire.

Regarding the plan to transform people's livelihood with technology, when Ryan went to Piltover, he had already begun to build an ideal technology model.

Even the friction between the two cities did not affect the speed of this project.

"If you just reverse the desert around the immortal fortress, it will take about three months.

Any remaining auxiliary cases. "

After detailing the plan for technological transformation, Victor gave his time limit.

"What do you need the empire to do, collect items related to the power of nature?" Swain frowned slightly.

Three months may not be long, but the empire pays attention to efficiency. It takes three months to go around the immortal fortress, and the desert governance of the entire empire will take at least ten years.

They can't wait that long.

"That's right, according to our experiments, spiritual plants with natural energy can speed up the greening process."

"Ionia is full of plants like that. We have 100,000 hectares of land, and tens of thousands of troops are ready to be dispatched. The plants on it are at our disposal. However, we need a method of perfect transplantation." Swain Unceremoniously.

His words made Ezreal a little passionate.

Although he sympathized with Ionia a bit, when he assumed the role of Senator Trefali.

Well, such an empire is too safe.

In the future, when he goes out to explore, with the entire empire as his back, is there a happier explorer than this?

So...when is his turn. Promise him an MP, and he will not refuse like Victor.

While he was bored thinking about it, Viktor and Swain settled on the details of how to transplant the spiritual plant.

"The empire will occupy more land in Ionia in the future, and there will be a steady stream of spiritual plants sent to the empire." Swain made his promise.

Conquering Ionia, and regaining the glory they once lost, this is what they will do in the future.

"Each plant is consumed, the power of the Ionian soul will be weakened by one point. If they make any move, I will go to the front in person."

At this moment, a cold female voice entered the ears of everyone present.

Swain was not surprised by this voice, nodded slightly and said:

"Member Syndra, follow your will."

It seems that the only members here are him and Camille, but what happened here is not a secret to all members.

Whether it's the two mages in the floating fortress, or the black rose hiding in the dark.