I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

Levi thought about it carefully, but he couldn't figure out what they had to come up with. After all, if it wasn't for the existence of himself and Lacus, those nobles and Eldred would not have rebelled so hastily.

In fact, it is not so much a rebellion as a dying struggle.

Because they knew that their deeds would not be immune to the laws of Demacia, and even when the king was furious, the family would have to be buried together.

A doomed battle of trapped beasts.

Li Weisi sneered, he was not in a hurry to kill these nobles who were already lying on the chopping block.

He looked at Xiongdu, where patches of black smoke gathered together, and every rise of thick smoke meant that a block had been captured, and Silas was still strong.

Even with Galio's support, Levi decided to go to confirm Lacus's safety first, and then settle the score with Eldred and the nobles who participated in this incident.

He lightly held down the black silk top hat, and turned his gaze to the dark cloud that was approaching Xiongdu at an extremely fast speed in the north. The cumulonimbus cloud that seemed to be collapsing was lead gray, and the white light that flickered frequently in the cloud would illuminate it.

"It's going to rain, go home and collect your clothes."

Li Weisi said softly, an illusory and unreal door opening sounded, and he disappeared in place.

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Back to 10 minutes ago, Grand Plaza,

The rebel army lined up neatly in front, and opposite was the mixed elite army led by Jarvan IV, and the banner of the Lightshield Royal Family fluttered.

"Soldiers, are you going to betray your motherland with these vile and evil traitors?"

Jarvan IV questioned and summoned them, but it was useless. Under the sneer of the rebellious noble officers, the soldiers remained motionless.

These are the most loyal private soldiers of the nobles and do not accept the king's orders.

But facing the most elite battle group in Demacia, facing the prince of Demacia, the morale is still inevitably low.

The mages stayed at the rear of the line in a mess. Silas stood at the forefront, facing Jarvan IV, he laughed and said, "Little prince, where is your father? He is hiding in a strong fortress and sent you Come out to die?"

Jarvan IV's face was sinking like water, he was wearing the armor inherited from the Light Shield royal family, and he was holding the dragon gun in his hand and pointed at Silas.

"Dawn Castle has stood for hundreds of years. It is impossible for her to be destroyed by lowly thugs. I am surrounded by the most elite legion in Demacia. Do you think you have the slightest chance of winning with your mob?"

"Low? Yes, you know who I am, low...mage?" Silas grinned silently, "But from tonight."

He quickly lifted the heavy enchanted stone shackles like gauntlets: "In New Demacia, no mage is born lowly."

The mages behind them roared angrily. They vented their injustice and responded to Silas' call.

"The king has ordered the abolition of the ban on magic, and the pardon of mages who have not committed crimes. This battle will punish the culprits." Jarvan IV's voice was very calm, and then he shouted like thunder: "Kneel down and beg for mercy, or you can save yourself from death!"

"Fart!" Silas roared full of resentment: "This will be the battle of the destruction of the Lightshield royal family, brothers and sisters, overthrow them!"

There was a crackling sound in his hands, and blue arcs burst out. Accompanied by his roar, these magical lightnings pierced through the air and burst towards Jarvan IV.

Jarvan IV let out a cold snort, and exerted his force lightly, pulling the dragon spear and dancing like a phantom, disappearing the lightning into nothingness.

The dragon gun is one of the noble symbols of the kingdom, and its status is not inferior to the towering white walls on the border of the kingdom, the statue of justice standing on the Avenue of the Founders, or the king

The crown on the head.

It was forged to defeat Maelstrom, a huge frost drake, and her brood.

The dragon gun has strong power against magic, exquisite mechanism and sharp blade, which saved the settlers of Demacia in ancient times.

It has remained a symbol of royal blood ever since, and Jarvan IV was the first to master the strange weapon - thanks to Xin Zhao's teachings.

Jarvan IV watched the rebels not far away, marching in a well-organized formation, but under the order of Silas, those mages disrupted the formation like a group of wild boars.

Then the tattered clothes and the bright armor were mixed together, huddled together.

What a mob.Jarvan IV shook his head. Originally, he didn't want to kill too many people. He thought it would be best to persuade them to surrender as much as possible, but now it seems that it is somewhat impossible.

Since they don't want peace, there is only war!

He took a deep breath and pointed his spear: "Destroy them!"

The order was issued, and the military commander shouted: "Vertical shield! Lightning steel formation!"

"Bowmen are ready!"

At the same time, some flag bearers played out military flags representing various meanings to send messages to the whole army.

The army with silver as the main color immediately moved, and the crossbowmen advanced to the forefront of the front line.

Following the voice of the military commander, and the humming sound of the bowstring trembling like a swarm of bees, nearly a thousand iron crossbow arrows shot towards the enemy formation like a rain of arrows.

"Brothers and sisters!" Silas had rushed to the foot of the guardian statue at this time, and when he saw this, he immediately shouted: "Let them taste the power of a mage!"

He patted the shoulder of a female mage who had used the vine spell before, and then pressed his hand at the foot of the guardian statue - the guardian statue was also carved from the magic stone.

The magical power stored in the guardian statue from ancient times to the present boiled instantly.

Green light burst out violently from his hands, and following this light came a loud bang and thick and huge pitch-black vines that broke through from the ground.

These vines smashed the neatly paved marble floor on the ground of the grand square into pieces, and completed a drastic transformation from slender to thick in almost a second.

There are many vines that are several meters thick and hundreds of meters long.

Looking down from the sky, they are almost between the rebels and the defenders, and they are cut horizontally from one end of the magnificent square to the other. They are intertwined together to form a fine network.

Dododododo!

All the arrows rained down on the vines, and only a few crossbow arrows were lucky enough to pass through the small gaps, but they were also blocked by the steel shields of the rebels.

This miraculous magic simply and rudely inspired the low morale of the rebels.

Holding swords and shields in their hands, they marched more firmly towards their former prince.

When the rebels approached, Jarvan IV saw that the crossbow arrows had no effect, and ordered the crossbowmen to stop shooting. The high wall-like vines were filled with crossbow arrows, but they did not cause any substantial damage.

Then the big shield warriors in the front row of the defenders formed a shield wall, and the halberdiers in the back row raised their spears and pressed forward slowly and firmly.

And the heavy cavalry of the two 500-man teams on both sides of the square also attacked from the flanks like scissors.

But just as the defenders led by Jarvan IV approached the plant wall made of huge vines that rose from the ground, the vines intertwined to form the protective net suddenly moved like a living thing, like a giant's whip Slapped in the ranks of Jarvan IV.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

The giant long whip made up of numerous vines whipped down fiercely, and the solemn army formation suddenly fell into chaos, with screams one after another.

Many elite fighters felt as if they had been hit by a behemoth behemoth, and their internal organs were shattered. Many palace guards in heavy armor were even turned into tin canned meatloaf by the blow.

This is a situation that has never been encountered before. Even in the battle with Noxus, it is not said that any mage can summon this kind of thing.

This is totally unreasonable, no matter how many soldiers you have, how well equipped, how good and experienced commander you are.

I just need to use magic to break the situation, you have nothing to do.

Of course, this also has something to do with Silas being able to use the forbidden magic stone.

With such a big power bank, coupled with the mental strength he has spent in prison for decades, he alone can rival an entire army of Demacia.

It's just that there must be a sufficient number and type of mages for him to copy the talent.

There are quite a lot of restrictions, but once you get them all together, you will be invincible to mortals, no matter how many troops you have.

Jarvan IV's army lost nearly a hundred soldiers in an instant, and the number of casualties continued to rise.

He was about to give the order to retreat, but at this moment, a brilliant rainbow passed through the side of the legion, and the extreme flash made everyone have to close their eyes.

The screams of the enemy army could be heard next to his ears. After a few seconds, his sight recovered. Jarvan IV took a closer look and took a deep breath. He saw that the place where the rainbow flashed was completely scorched black.

The ashes-like black figure on the ground showed that a living person once stood here.

There are also some who don't know whether it is luck or misfortune. On the way to escape, their lower bodies were turned into ashes by the iridescent penetrating body, and they were lying on the ground.

The crying father and mother screamed.

Such an attack was too horrific and dealt a devastating blow to the morale of the rebels. .

Silas, who was smiling happily, froze instantly, and his eyes that could identify the mage instantly found the mage who cast this terrible magic.

Silas gritted his teeth, a pampered noble lady?

Along with this discovery came a flood of anger——

Why can she be her high-class young lady openly and aboveboard, but I, and we, have to be imprisoned in that stinking, dark dungeon for decades? !

These damned nobles!

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Section 106 Chapter 95 Silas: Their dirge, should sing my name! (5000)

The more Silas thought about it, the angrier he became. Although he didn't know that there is a saying that people don't suffer from few but suffer from inequality, but he can personally experience this extremely uncomfortable mood.

Why are we mages being arrested, while those nobles can eat exquisite food, wear silk and satin, stand in the tall house like a garden of the gods, and look down on us from top to bottom.

Is she looking at me because she thinks I'm more of a gutter rat?

Silas's already twisted and resentful heart became even more extreme, and all kinds of crazy tastes mixed together into a maddening rage.

Now he only wants those glamorous nobles to taste what he has experienced, and this urgency makes him unbearable.

To be honest, no one can bear this matter—the original purpose is to stop the atrocities of the demon hunters.

But it turned out that the well-meaning boy accidentally killed the perpetrator and the victim at the same time, and then the boy spent half his life in a dark and dank dungeon.

Silas' life was ruined, and he was going to destroy the country that had made his and other mages' fates so miserable.

He held the hand of another mage, who had an ominous halo and powerful flames.

In an instant, he obtained this kind of magic, and at the same time, with the support of the massive magic power of the guardian statue, the advanced magic that could only release a fireball the size of a human head became a more terrifying existence.

Silas roared and raised his hand, and a giant fireball like a meteorite formed in the air.

Under a lot of mental pressure, he panted and locked on the noble girl with brilliant golden hair riding a white horse.

The elegant temperament on her body, those exquisite costumes all stimulated Silas's resentment.

The more glamorous it was, the angrier Silas felt.

It can be imagined that this beautiful and lovely mage girl was born with a golden spoon in her mouth. She has been well-fed and loved since she was a child. She has received an elite-like education and is one of the bright pearls of Demacia.

And I, hehe, was condemned by her parents.