LOL: The days of cultivating immortals in Rune Continent

Chapter 134: Rowan vs. Sejuani

The war between mages is a back-and-forth battle, but it is not like a turn-based game where you make one move and I make another.

The battle between Lux and LeBlanc filled the other side of the main battlefield with a surging elemental atmosphere. Explosions, flashes, high temperatures, and all kinds of sounds and movements attracted the attention of Demacian cavalry and Freljord people.

But even when facing the experienced LeBlanc whose attack methods were tricky and insidious, Lux still let her magic shield surround every Demacian.

If possible, Lux didn't want any Demacians to get hurt on the battlefield, so she divided her attention to maintain the warp barrier for all Demacians while fighting with LeBlanc.

Light, flash points, spherical light bullets, instantaneous light beams, all kinds of magic emerged from behind Lux. Shining secret magic arrays kept emerging and kept attacking Leblanc without stopping.

"That's amazing! How much magic power do you possess?" Loveland exclaimed upon seeing this. At this moment, this was her heartfelt feeling.

Because even someone like LeBlanc, who has lived for thousands of years, was shocked and frightened for the first time by the talent of a girl. How many talents has she gathered in these thousands of years?
LeBlanc really couldn't count them all. She only knew that there was never a shortage of geniuses with magical talents in the various laboratories of her Black Rose. Those were children that LeBlanc had found from all over the Valoran continent and had trained them since childhood. Among them were many peerless geniuses with strange magical talents, but no matter how talented and dazzling a person was, they would pale in comparison to Lux.

For a mage, talent really determines everything.

Lux was born with enormous magical power. At the age of eighteen, she had already caught up with an old wizard who had lived for hundreds of years. Not to mention that apart from her magical power, she also used extremely difficult light magic.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Lux simply snorted in response to Leblanc's question. She raised her staff, and her originally green eyes turned into a holy white, a color that appeared after being rendered by magic. Her body also floated up, and the beam of light behind her gushed out without stopping.

Lux's magic was sprayed at Leblanc like a machine gun. She shouted, "Let's see which has more magic, mine or yours!"

After hearing what Lux said, Leblanc giggled and shook her head, but the magic in her hands did not stop.

She could always dodge or neutralize Lux's attacks in the easiest way and then launch her own attacks.

But facing Lux's increasingly fast casting speed, Leblanc felt troubled, because this was after all just one of her thousands of clones. Although it was a clone used for combat, the magic power contained in it was really limited.

How long can she hold on to this girl's hands?
And how long can the opponent maintain this large-scale defensive magic and release magic rain?

At this moment, the battle between the two mages on the battlefield has turned into a war of attrition.

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On the main battlefield, Layton flew backwards heavily, but the next second, he stood up immediately and cast his eyes towards the place where the light was constantly shining. That place had become riddled with holes, the snowy mountains were in tatters, and all the trees were broken by the violent magic. Only a blonde girl was left floating in the air, constantly releasing magic around.

Layton gave a wry smile and looked around, only to see that the Demacian soldiers were fighting braver and braver. The Demacians, who had extremely high military literacy, advanced in a shield formation. Under the protection of Lux's magic, they would not be injured or affected by ranged weapons. Therefore, after no longer worrying about getting hurt, every soldier would become a hero on the battlefield.

"Laxana, I never thought you had such a talent."

Layton stood up with emotion, and at this moment he also began to question the ban on magic.

If magic is really bad, then what is protecting them now?

If it weren't for Laxana, the soldiers would have suffered sacrifices and casualties, but now everyone in Demacia is alive and the enemy is constantly decreasing!
Leighton thought about it, then he shook his head and shook off the thought at the moment.

Yes, now is not the time to think about those things. What he should do now is to lead the army to repel the invaders.

So, Layton rushed towards a Freljord soldier in front of him. The other party was wearing a thick cotton jacket, which was tattered and emitted an unpleasant fishy smell. Layton stabbed forward with his spear and pierced the other party's body with a brave shot. Then, he lifted the other party high up.

"Everyone, form a formation! Push forward!"

With a roar from Layton, the Demacia soldiers formed teams autonomously. Although they were not from the same military district, or even the same army, the unity and efficiency engraved in the bones of the Demacians made them form a team silently.

This caused a very strange scene on the battlefield. Because they were the one with fewer people, but at this moment, they were able to fight one person with three people on the battlefield, and the three people cooperated to put the enemy into their shield formation, and then cooperated to kill the opponent.

This is the battlefield skill that Demacia has relied on for survival!
On another inaccessible battlefield, riding on Bronzemane, Sejuani had noticed that the number of Winter Claws was decreasing. In response, she pursed her dry and bitter lips, and a trace of regret arose in her heart at that moment.

Demacia is powerful, more powerful than Sejuani could understand.

In her opinion, Southerners are weak. They are trapped in castles, stone houses, and livestock farms. Therefore, Southerners who have not experienced snowstorms and dangers cannot defeat the Claw of Winter who has survived numerous hardships.

But the current situation tells Sejuani that the Winter Claw is retreating!

And Sejuani also noticed the reason, which was that her soldiers were unable to cause any harm to the enemy. Was it because of that girl?
A blonde woman wearing gorgeous clothes and looking weak actually controlled this war?!

It has been some time since Sejuani became the Warmother of Winter's Claw, but she still doesn't understand what the Warmother is supposed to do. Now, seeing the number of soldiers in her tribe decreasing, Sejuani feels a little distressed.

It is because of her choice that the number of people in the tribe is constantly decreasing. This shouldn't be the case!
Sejuani suddenly felt a little confused.

Noticing Sejuani's sudden loss of consciousness, Rowan slashed at Grimlock with his sword. The greatsword pierced through the boar's body and embedded itself in it. Rowan then pulled out his sword, kicked Grimlock's face with his legs, and his body flew backwards.

Bronzemane roared, fell to the ground and rolled, and Sejuani was knocked over.

"Are you still concerned about looking somewhere else?" Rowan raised his heavy sword again and looked at Sejuani seriously.

Rowan would not be foolish enough to have a good impression of someone just because the other person is a hero in LOL. At the moment, Sejuani is not a hero, she is Demacia, and she is Rowan's enemy.

So Rowan would never hold back. If possible, he would kill Sejuani directly.

In front, Sejuani stood up with her hair loose, then she suddenly raised her hands and slapped her cheeks.

The two red marks on the fair face were very conspicuous. Sejuani took a deep breath, reached out to pick up the hair tie on the ground, first wiped the corner of her lips with the back of her hand, then she tied her hair up, revealing her fair and plump forehead, and looked at Rowan.

His eyes were full of calmness.

At this moment, Sejuani ignored the wailing of the Winter Claw tribe. They were warriors, but when they went south with weapons in hand, they knew there would be blood on the battlefield. The fate of a warrior was to face death.

And Sejuani calmed down and threw away all her thoughts.

She no longer thought about what a qualified war mother should do. What she should do now was to tear the man in front of her into pieces and bring victory to the Winter Claw.

She was no longer a war mother at this moment, but a warrior.

Therefore, Sejuani raised her hand and waved towards Rowan. The flesh on her arm was tightly attached to the skin, revealing an unhealthy white color, which was a sign of malnutrition, but strangely, her muscle lines were very clear and obvious.

The owner of Frost smiled grimly.

"Come again."

Sejuani said.

Luo Wen paused, then smiled as well.

Now, the real battle begins!

(End of this chapter)