Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

Delevingne also saw the book logo and knew that it was the family crest designed by Ryan when he was enthroned as a nobleman.

He originally didn't remember these things, but he couldn't bear the trouble last time. His brother put an axe on his forehead and asked him to write down all the clan emblems that he couldn't mess with.

There are few in all, a book, a crow, a dagger...

Oh, there is also a rose, something that doesn't look like a mother, looks weak, his eldest brother is a coward!

If it hadn't been for me...cough...cough...

Seeing that it was his own, Draven's expression also relaxed. Although he still couldn't calm down the shock in his heart, he still cleared his throat and yelled at his younger brothers:

"Mother! Come back to my senses, isn't it a flying house? I've seen a lot of your big brothers, so don't embarrass me!"

As he said that, he didn't care, he swung the axe out of his hand, and the flying axe flew towards the enemy in a spin, slashing over several people at once.

"As expected of the eldest brother, let's learn a little! We can't shame the eldest brother!" The younger brothers raised their knives and began to fight.

At this moment, the floating castle above moved. The black glow of the spire became even more dazzling.

"The weak... retreat!"

A clear female voice echoed in everyone's ears.

The moment the voice fell, thousands of dark orbs swayed downward from the castle.

These orbs accurately hit all the enemy troops, and they were devoured by the dark orbs screaming, leaving no fragments of their armor.

The square in front of the palace became the main place where the dark orb poured out.

One after another orbs fell into the spider swarm, strangling them with no **** left.

At the moment when the dark orb fell, an enchanting figure disappeared from the shadow of the palace, leaving the spiders to be slaughtered.

Facing this unstoppable black magic, the manipulator wisely chose to retreat.

After the spider corpses were all over the square and there was no other obstacle. Crows began to gather in one place.

Thousands of crows gathered together, forming a figure.

He was wearing a black cloak and black steel armor behind him. His white hair was neatly combed, like a nobleman holding great power.

Swain looked up at the castle that appeared in the sky. The castle hung high above the Noxus Black Gate, which was a symbol of the empire.

Override and shelter the Empire...

He understood that this was Trifali's mission from the very beginning.

Without any hesitation, he raised his iron boots and walked towards the building in front of him step by step.

There... it was Darkwill's bedroom.

The castle in the sky is still pouring down dark energy, and within a moment, the battle situation has been completely reversed.

"Big... big brother... have you seen this before?"

Little Delevingne froze as he prepared to move forward, turned his head mechanically, and looked at his elder brother in fear.

"Um... um! I've seen this a lot. Let me tell you, the labor and management can just fly out an ax, and they can flatten the houses in front of us!"

Delevingne swallowed frantically, endured the fear in his heart, and pointed to the fort-like private house in front of him.

Just now, the enemy that they needed a while to deal with was dealt with in an instant.

There is such a powerful force in the world... In other words, is it too late for him to transfer to magic now?

When he was secretly surprised, the soldier next to him was looking at him in admiration, and secretly exclaimed in admiration:

It should be said that it is the eldest brother Draven, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, full of loneliness of a master.

The real strength of the big brother is definitely stronger than that of the mages in the castle.

However, a soldier opened his mouth slightly, pointed to the location where the enemy disappeared not far away, and kindly reminded:

"Brother Draven, your axe."

"Axe? What axe?"

Delevingne seemed to remember something, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the empty space in front of him that had been washed by the dark orb.

He remembered that as soon as he flew out of the axe, countless orbs flew down from the sky.

The traces left by the orb disappeared, but his axe also disappeared.

"That... it seems to be done by the person above, do we want to trouble him?" the soldier just now hesitated.

"Forehead..."

Draven raised his head and pondered according to his younger brother's words. Seems to be considering the feasibility of this approach.

Boom!

A huge dark ball fell from the sky and landed in front of Delevingne.

The fort-like private house he just pointed to was instantly shrouded in darkness.

From his perspective, he could clearly see that a hostile soldier pulling a bow at the window was in pain, his whole body was plunged into darkness, and even before he could let out a distorted scream, it had already turned into fly ash along with the house.

Looking at the flattened building in front of him, Delevingne shuddered and waved his hand indifferently:

"It's alright, it's alright, that axe has been out of my hands for a long time. When we lay down the immortal fortress, I'll get a better one."

Seeing what the soldier had to say, Draven stared:

"Don't hurry up and clean up the battlefield!"

"Yes!"

Watching the soldiers run away, Delevingne's expression showed a touch of sadness, and he looked at the pothole in front of him with tears in his eyes.

After a long time, he recovered and continued to perform his duties with a sigh.

When the immortal fortress was undergoing drastic changes, a large number of black chess pieces were wiped out on the chessboard on the top of the mountain, and there was no protection beside the black king.

On the entire chessboard, there are only three black pieces left, the queen, the king and the last knight.

Ryan had a smile on his face, and compared to him, LeBlanc's face was much uglier.

"Is this your trump card? Such powerful black magic always makes me think of some bad things."

"As a master of black magic, are you also afraid of the dark?"

Ryan had a playful face and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

LeBlanc shook his head and said meaningfully:

"I have gone through countless years and seen countless terrible things. They are hidden in the endless darkness, full of unknowns. The more I see, the more things I find hidden."

"We are more afraid of being understood than what we don't understand." Ryan said flatly.

He didn't look at the chessboard again, but looked at the lady in front of him, and said in a serious tone:

"You have controlled the empire for thousands of years. Under such unique conditions, the empire is still standing still~www.readwn.com~ It's really sad."

"Humans are neither Protoss nor Darkborn. We have our own limits." LeBlanc said softly.

Seriously, she has no conflict of interest with Ryan or even Trefary. Not only that, but they have a common enemy.

The terrifying existence that is still active in the underworld, and may have become the master there.

In the past, her ability and talent were not strong. In the past thousand years, she has seen too many amazing and brilliant people, but even so, few people have survived until now.

For thousands of years, there has been only one person like the former owner of the Immortal Fortress.

"This is your limitation, Ms. LeBlanc. You lack the courage like him. Whether it's a demon, a star spirit, or a darkborn, you've all been defeated by him." Ryan smiled.

LeBlanc looked strangely at the man in front of him. Compared with the crazy villain from a thousand years ago, the man in front of him seemed more refined and rational.

However, they have one thing in common, the belief that the world will be swallowed up by the whales, and I am the only one.

In the end, the madness of that person made him suppress an entire era, and the souls of the dead under his hands may be more than the current total population of Rune Continent.

I just don't know how far the other party can go.

LeBlanc's eyes flickered, perhaps, she should change her plan and take a look at the person in front of her, whether it is worth her expectation.

It seemed that he understood the meaning in the other's eyes, or he no longer cared about the other's thoughts.

Ryan's expression took on a serious look, and he pointed to the black knight chess that was still on the board:

"Lesser's garrison is a respectable army, but it's nearing the end, and he should end it too."

He held the white mage chess in his hand and gently picked it up.