I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

The splendor of stars decorated the former capital with the final decency.

In the past, this place would be the best repairing place for explorers and merchants. They would pack up and purchase supplies here, and then go to the Lost Garden City. Explorers would go there to collect anything valuable, and merchants would provide explorers with any supplies necessary.

It's just that in recent years, there has been an extra force here, a force commanded by a powerful spirit body, and this place is no longer suitable for staying.

The star-like bonfire stretched from the former city gate of Narima Jie to the palace, and there was only the sound of burning flames and the sound of wind, but tonight was a little different—a man with burning flames walked out of the palace. The witch spirit of the magic flame.

He looked at the eastern sky and remained silent.

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Chapter 318 Chapter 170 Ending the fifth chapter

"Azir? No, no, that useless emperor is still lying somewhere underground with maggots, ha, it can't be him."

"Who would that be...except Brother Nasus now, well, those corrupt Ascendents whom mortals scornfully call Darkin?"

Xerath pondered for two seconds. His plan to rule Runeterra had a long way to go, and he might be able to absorb the darkin.

If it is a full-blown Ascendant, it will take a long time for the power of Xerath to corrupt their minds-such as Nasus' brother, Renekton.

But if it's dark...

He pondered and drew a circle in front of him with a hand made of arcane flames. Through this magic, his vision was greatly extended. He really saw the magnificent building shining with the sun in the extreme eastern sky, and he fell silent for a moment. Down, the whole palace was so silent that even the wind disappeared.

a long time,

"The sun disc...how could it be a sun disc." Xerath said in a slightly puzzled and surprised tone.

Xerath said to himself, but this place is too far away, almost as far as the entire continent of Shurima, even with the help of magic, Xerath can only see a ball of golden light.

In fact, if he didn't feel the familiar power of ascension that shaped him now, he probably wouldn't even be interested in taking a look at it.

After all, major events are happening in the world every day. There is Targon nearby, and the Freljord and Ionia are far away. Almost every once in a while, powerful energies burst out, some from the protoss, and some from the gods. From the existence of some greed.

But these are not as good as the sun disc, which is the cornerstone of the empire that created the Ascended, and Xerath is even more fascinated.

Xerath, who once served as the emperor's confidant and seized great power, knew many secrets about the empire, including the sun disc of course.

He knew that even an Ascendant had no right to control the Sun Disc, this great power was only ever controlled by the Emperor, the first Emperor of Shurima, known as the Most Dazzling Great, half-stolen and half-robbed from the protoss authority.

It's just that in later generations, most of the emperors were stupid and useless, and most of those incompetent emperors gave up this power to the temple priests.

Even the scheming Xerath couldn't imagine how mortals would snatch the power of the sun disc from the protoss. Knowing that most emperors had the habit of beautifying themselves, Xerath was only dubious, but in the end he still Show a little awe of the founder of the empire.

Of course, it was only a little bit. The empire collapsed because of him. After he became an Ascended, the rapidly expanding power brought him raging ambitions. What else would he not dare to do?

Xerath pondered for a long time, and decided to fine-tune his plan a little. Finding the royal blood is still the main task—after all, only the royal blood can control the sun disc.

It's just that the sun disc in Wangcheng has collapsed. Although it can be rebuilt, since there is a ready-made sun disc, why not get it first?

Xerath's gaze was fixed on the east, his eyes made of shining arcane flames flickered slightly: "That direction is... Oshra Vazuan."

"It is said that the emperor visited that small port city."

Xerath murmured, but even this legendary emperor disappeared into history.

Xerath dismissed him contemptuously, looked up at the stars in the sky, and shouted arrogantly: "Next will be the era of Xerath!"

The Ascendant's roar swept across the entire Nari Gema, His mortal followers shivered in the ruins, and the bonfire trembled in the cold wind.

The stars did not respond, and the lost royal city was silent. They watched all this silently, carrying the lonely mark from the beginning of creation to eternity. Everything is like a long poem that flies away, including their own stories. They all gradually crumbled into pieces and scattered all the way to the forgotten land.

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In the seemingly endless desert, a lonely traveler is moving forward steadily.

This is a strange man, wrapped from head to toe in a rag-like robe, tall and strong, almost two or three times taller than ordinary people, holding a long cloth-wrapped walking stick tightly in his hand, wide The top is also wrapped in rag strips.

Suddenly, he stopped, breathed out a breath of cold air, looked up towards the extreme east, remained silent for a while, leaned on his cane, half-kneeled down, bowed slightly to salute, and then continued to move towards his destination.

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zaun,

Luxy, who was wrapped in a cloak, looked at the agreed signal flying in the distance with complicated eyes.

He still stood in Silko's office and looked out the window. Through the dirty green glass, he saw that the magnificent building in the sky was slowly crumbling, just as shocking as its appearance.

After a long time, he exhaled, pushed open a small window that could be opened, and glanced across the gorgeous Piltover, and landed on the dilapidated but unique city of Zaun.

Zaun's fate is about to turn a new leaf.Luke thought.

"Shirko, let's get started, no one will hinder us anymore."

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"Someone! Somebody!"

In the luxurious and elegant secret room, the beautifully decorated glass windows reflected Stevan's terrified and aged face.

He yelled to call the guards and waiters, and stared fixedly at the slowly rotating, gradually rising, majestic building emitting dazzling golden light in the sky, and at the bombardment of the Rose Hall where he was.

The loud noise that seemed to be the collapse of the building had already made him feel a little uneasy, and the person he sent hadn't come back to report until now, and Stevan didn't know what happened in front of him.

But now seeing the magnificent building that suddenly appeared in the sky, the glow that reflected the sky like daytime, and the destructive light beam that bombarded the Rose Hall, all seemed to indicate that his plan was heading in a bad direction .

Like an out-of-control dump truck rushing towards a cliff.

This should be the method of that killer, the killer who called himself Kada Jhin, it must be so, he gained the advantage and killed Watson Holmes.

That Zaun pariah called Ahaye will bring me my sister's heart too, and I will always rule House Ferros, and I will always rule Piltover, and I will never die!

Stevan murmured something like crazy, and the moment a voice sounded, his whole body seemed to freeze.

It was a familiar voice, a slightly muffled sound of sharp piercing into the wooden floor, the visitor walked gracefully, each step was accurate to the distance of the best etiquette standards.

Stevan has heard the sound of these footsteps for nearly a hundred years. At any time in the past, this footstep has made him feel at ease. Its owner will definitely bring good news to him, and she will always satisfy his requirements and requests.

Camille, sister...

Stevan opened his mouth soundlessly, and gently pinched himself with his wrinkled, rickety hands. He knew he had failed, with a bitter taste of despair in his mouth, and hysterical madness in his heart.

But now he is a disabled old man bound in a wheelchair, so decayed that he can hardly even grab a teacup, and that inexplicable anger can only be brewed in the bottom of his heart.

His whole body was tense, he didn't turn his head, he just opened his mouth and spit out a dry word.

"elder sister?"

No one responded, and the footsteps didn't stop. The atmosphere in the room became extremely breathless. Stevan turned his eyes to the beautifully trimmed bushes outside. The colorful light scattered in the sky reflects the rose hall in the ruined walls, just like my own broken destiny.

The footsteps stopped, and there was a dull sound, the sound of something falling on the floor.

Stevan looked down, and saw a delicate and beautiful long whip lying quietly on the floor in front of his feet. It was very quiet, like a work of art, except that the blood-stained metal sharp edge instantly killed it. His luck was dead.

He swallowed: "That Zaun woman—"

"Her goal has been achieved." Camille moved a chair and sat beside Stevan.

Camille's elegant fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose. Stevan had always regarded it as a symbol of security, but now he just felt like falling into an ice cave.

"What?" he asked awkwardly.

"The meaning of my existence is my responsibility." Camille said softly, as if she had talked several times in the past.

"Your responsibility?" Stevan completely lost his luck when he heard this sentence. He understood that this time, Camille would not spare himself.

Despair and anxiety gnawed at him, but also gave him infinite anger and courage. He looked up at Camille and asked angrily, "Your responsibility is to be responsible to me. Just like being responsible to your father!"

Stevan is old, but he has the sharpest weapon-words.His only revenge is to make Camille as sad and miserable as possible before the end comes.

He succeeded, and Camille really felt the pain. She almost tremblingly sucked air into her lungs. This last-minute decision was inevitable, but the pain it brought was comparable to the decision.

"You exist to serve me

! ’ Stewan growled.

"No, Stevan, I dedicated my life to the family. My responsibility is the family." Camille looked at her hysterical brother calmly, and she had enough confidence to refute.

"I should have assumed the responsibility of being a secret agent!" Stevan clung to the armrest of the wheelchair so tightly that his joints turned white.

"You also swore to our father, but what did you do? He died because you were not strong enough. Then you almost destroyed the family. For what? Love? Or vanity? At that time you Where did the responsibility go?"

His words lashed Camille's face like a whip, and she couldn't help thinking.

Vicious creep that creeps in the dark, I've let it grow for too long.Under his madness, how much kindness have I shown this family?

Camille took a deep breath: "I cut out my heart, for this family. And for you, Stevan. I gave everything I have. After so many years, dare you say that you have done it too? ?”

Stevan was like a wet firework, he fell silent, although he wanted to explode desperately, but he knew in his heart that nothing could set him ablaze.

All this is just my own ambition, and there is no reason to speak of it.Stevan always knew, but it didn't stop him from stepping on Camille's already broken heart before he died.

"Father gave it to you, but I have spent my whole life just to prove to him that I am the most suitable candidate." Stevan's words were full of disgust, and his anger rose instantly, like a dilapidated building. The gas is spreading like Zaun's pipes.

"You can regard me as a traitor, but you are responsible for it, sister. You owe me this, and you should have given everything for me!"

"My connivance with you was wrong." Camille murmured, her blue eyes sparkling with hex crystals suddenly became firm, she stared at Stevan, as if she wanted to remember him forever.

She gently put her hands on Stevan's shoulders, through the expensive silk and parchment-like wrinkled skin, Camille could feel his old bones, and the hex device on his chest began to vibrate.

Stevan looked up at her, his lips pressed together tightly.

Camille saw that the cloudy blue in his eyes became dazed, and it became like the curious look that haunted her asking questions when she was a child, pure and free of impurities, like broken glass, Reflecting the light that gradually brightened around me.

"elder sister......"

"You've always been my responsibility, brother." A chill in the air seeped into Camille's voice.

"Stewan, I will never disappoint you again."

The powerful surge of energy was fleeting, and Stevan exhaled his last breath, resting his chin weakly on Camille's shoulder.

This secret room is not very big. Camille hugged her younger brother, but felt that she was in an endless desert. The pale light of the gorgeous chandelier dazzled the eyes, and everything that was silent made people irritated. At this moment, she , Feeling unprecedented loneliness.

This is a feeling of being abandoned by the world, as if I exist alone in a space, belonging to a lonely and forgotten space, away from the erosion of time, avoiding the harassment of birds, and no longer the crisp greetings of Stevan when I was a child.