Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

"You want to learn Demacia?" Darkwill was almost dying, but it didn't prevent him from showing sarcasm.

Only Demacia talks about unity.

Noxus is prosperous today because of its courage to embrace all rivers.

Although the interior is like a mass of loose sand, as long as the Immortal Fortress gives them a lucrative goal, everyone will fight for it, even at the expense of their lives.

Demacia is the exact opposite. They emphasize unity, and the army implements the spirit of chivalry such as loyalty and nobility.

This gives them an advantage in team battles, and in a battle of 100, Noxus wins Demacia. But if it rises to 10,000 people, the situation will reverse.

It is a pity that the total number of Demacia is only one tenth of that of Noxus, and it will only happen that Noxus wins by quantity.

Swain clearly knew the difference between the two, and his indifferent eyes swept over Darkwill:

"The empire will maintain its current appearance, and human beings have infinite possibilities. If the might of one person can change the world, then what kind of power will erupt from ten, hundreds, and thousands of such people?

"Resources are fully open. As long as you contribute to the empire, you can get promoted resources. Even if the empire doesn't have it now, we will plunder it for him."

"Sounds unselfish." Darkwill sneered.

He used to think so, but he really took that position. People will eventually become.

Since he stands the highest, why give good things to others.

"It's over, Darkwill. Take a good look in the underworld, and remember to keep an eye on me at all times to see how I develop the empire."

click!

After a crisp sound, Darkwill was silent.

Immediately afterwards, a scarlet flame ignited in Swain's palm, burning the corpse in his hand.

Since the beginning of the ruling, Darkwill has never shown any timidity. Although his physique and strength have become weak, it can be regarded as a death of glory.

"Oh, that's miserable. However, I appreciate people who are kind."

Klie looked listless, this was not the verdict he wanted to see, with less blood and less passion, it was like two old people chatting.

LeBlanc glanced at the calm Ryan and bowed his head slightly to Swain:

"The Black Rose is willing to obey the will of the Empire."

Swain didn't care about LeBlanc's reaction, and after looking at Ryan again, he walked to the throne step by step with a dull expression.

He turned around, facing the hall with only three people standing below, and like the Noxians facing the immortal fortress outside, he said loudly:

"The Empire will usher in a new chapter."

"From today, the Trifali Council will replace the emperor and handle all affairs of the empire. Anyone with talent can become a council member. The three strongest among them will serve as Trifali's council president and two vice presidents, exercising the will of the empire. !"

While he was speaking, a huge water mirror was hanging above Meredith Castle, playing the verdict and Swain's announcement.

Swain's sonorous voice, through the water mirror and his own power, reached the ears of every Noxian.

This time, not only the Trefary soldiers, but also Draven, including all ordinary people, gave a Noxian salute in the direction of the council hall. Express their recognition and tribute to the strong.

In the hall, Swain's scarlet left arm stretched forward, and the red and black demon power spurted out. On the side, Ryan and LeBlanc also moved. The water and the fire swept out at the same time, and finally the three forces converged in the center of the hall.

Under the influence of magic, a round table and three seats for the president of the parliament were formed in the originally empty and cold hall.

As the round table spreads out, there are ordinary empty seats.

"Ryan Meredith. Representing knowledge and magic, he is the president of Trifalli Council, who is in charge of all mages in the empire!" Swain said without emotion.

The power of red and black demons shot out from his fingertips, and on the high seat near the original throne, a pattern of an opened book was engraved.

The pattern reveals mystery and restraint, unpretentious but full of mysterious power.

Ryan, who was wearing a pure white robe, walked out of the shadows and walked to the chair of the council and sat down.

After that, another force spurted out of Swain's hand.

"Hand of Noxus, Darius. A symbol of the Empire's might, one of the Vice-Presidents of the Council. In charge of the Legion of Trefari, the most elite future chapter of the Empire."

The main seat of the parliament on the left is inscribed with the logo of an axe, and the jet-black giant axe is sharp and sharp, as if it will smash everything.

But that spot is currently vacant, waiting for his master to arrive.

After Swain did this, he did not assign the last position, but turned his eyes to LeBlanc.

LeBlanc's eyes flickered under the hood, making it hard to fathom.

After a long while, her body shattered in place like a mirror.

When he reappeared, he was sitting gracefully in the seat of an ordinary member of parliament behind the vacant vice-chairman seat.

"I like having someone monitor my actions, it makes me more careful every step of the way."

Swain stepped down the steps, his expression did not change, as if he was stating a trivial matter.

At the same time, as he descended the steps of the throne, a red light shone on the last seat of the Vice-President, forming a

Scarlet six-eye crow pattern.

"I, Jericho Swain, once served as the supreme commander of the Eastern Front, and now I am in charge of the power of the devil, one of the vice presidents of parliament, and in charge of the government affairs of the empire. I will give all my heart and soul to the empire, without the slightest selfishness. With me My family, my name, the demon within me swear!"

His words made everyone feel solemn. Taking an oath on your family or even your name means it is almost impossible to betray.

Not to mention swearing by demons, the Noxians know their horrors, but they don't resist them, and they don't even have any fear of them.

Master the power of the demons, and that will instantly be in Noxus, just like Swain.

After Swain finished speaking, he took his place. He said solemnly to the few people present and the Noxians in the entire immortal fortress:

"The new empire is being reshaped today. Let the whole of Runeterra witness the power of Noxus!"

The moment his voice fell, a sign appeared on the round table in the parliament hall, the new imperial emblem.

A pair of crow's scarlet eyes on the left and right blades of a battle axe, and the open magic book is the base color of the national emblem.

Glory to force, discernment with strategy, and knowledge to guide the empire forward.