I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

Silas showed a crazy expression. He roared and wailed, and his eyes were full of his own miserable experiences over the years, dressed in rags, chained, and treated like a dog.

From my teens to my thirties, I lived in darkness for 15 years. I ate food that even pigs would not bother to smell. I often had to eat dead rats to survive.

The tips of Silas's teeth seemed to still be filled with that rancid smell, the disgusting touch of carrion, and the slushy taste was still aftertaste.

He suddenly wanted to vomit, and at the same time trembled with anger.

The same mage, different fate.

The hypocrisy of Demacia, damn Demacia, is coming to an end!

noble?emperor?

Their elegy should sing my name!

I'm here to bury them with my own hands!

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The extreme brilliance and terrifying destructive power did not calm down the crazy battlefield, because the rebels knew that they could not stop, and if they stopped, their morale would plummet.

And because of the giant vines, Jarvan IV's army retreated a certain distance and regrouped.

"Your Highness." Taking advantage of this moment, Lux rode Xinghuo to the front of the formation, where Jarvan IV was, got off the horse, and saluted with her right hand across her chest.

Jarvan IV noticed that her voice was distorted and her body trembled slightly.

Apparently the sixteen-year-old girl had been terrified by the cruel consequences of her own magic.

Lux wanted to bite her lip and kept thinking about some profound philosophical Ionian sayings that Levi had said to herself, which would calm her down a bit.

"Lax..." Jarvan IV was silent for a while, "Demacia is not down to the point of letting a 16-year-old girl go to the battlefield!"

Then he said with a straight face: "Go back quickly, go back to Dawn Castle. The battlefield will not be pitiful, if something happens to you, how can I explain to Galen?!"

And at this moment, Jarvan IV immediately noticed the previous caster, and he noticed that he was standing under the guardian statue in the distance.

He noticed the contorted and furious face and the giant fireball expanding in the air above his head—as a powerful warrior, extraordinary eyesight, stronger than that of a falcon, was standard.

In fact, these fighters in Runeterra generally use magic more or less, but they don't know it. Instead, they call the power that makes them extraordinary-rage.

But its

In fact, it is the same power as magic, but it is used differently.

Warriors use magic to strengthen their bodies, and use their will and magic power to perform various combat skills.The mages, on the other hand, use will, rules, and magic power to release spells comparable to natural disasters.

Yes, powerful fighters and mages have a magical affinity - and normal people do too, but mostly not very strong.

Comparing ordinary people in all regions, the average magical affinity should be the Ionians—of course, except for the little pompoms in Bandle City, they are immortal races, and they are full of magic.

Compared with mages who are naturally powerful and possess remarkable power of magic talent.

The magic affinity of these ordinary people did not allow them to release magic. They could only passively undergo the training of energy and gain stronger power.

If you occasionally see a hunter walking through the town with a steel-tusk boar on his back, don't doubt your eyes, it's real.

Occasionally, some warriors with strong magic affinity and will can release some combat skills, such as some of Galen's combat skills, but they don't actually know that this is actually a kind of magic.

Therefore, in a sense, whoever can become a mage must be able to become an excellent fighter.

But those who can become fighters may not necessarily be able to become mages.

There are also examples of ordinary mortals gaining ancient knowledge and becoming powerful spellcasters. Of course, it is extremely rare for such people to appear in Runeterra where magic knowledge is scarce.

The reason for this cognitive split was the loss of ancient magic knowledge after the Rune Wars.

If human civilization in the Shurima period is compared to the Golden Age, then the present is probably the Iron Age of ignorance and barbarism.

At this time, Lux hadn't recovered from the complex emotions of killing hundreds of enemies in an instant just now. She was constantly guessing what he would do if she was replaced by Levi.

Suddenly hearing Jarvan IV's words of persuasion, Lux immediately stopped her back.

"It's my aunt... Grand Marshal Tiana Crownguard ordered me to come, my magic can support you. I have a mission! You can't drive me back!"

She took off the white silk gloves woven with light gauze, and the warm and bright light added a touch of vitality to the magnificent square shrouded in lead gray dark clouds.

This touch of color lifted the spirits of the elite warriors who were loyal to the king around them.

Since the king's decree to pardon the mage has already been issued, these elite fighters who have long been displeased with the magic seekers will not regard Lacus as an enemy or be wary of her.

On the contrary, because of her powerful magic, she has strengthened her will to fight.

Jarvan IV didn't pay attention to listen to Lux's statement at this time, he just stared at the crazy mage and the giant fireball on his head, his brows furrowed even more.

Then the time passed to the next moment, and the burning air of the giant fireball twisted and projected straight in his direction.

Jarvan IV's face changed drastically, and he shouted suddenly: "Get out of here!"

He pushed Lacus aside, Lacus was stunned for a moment, and then saw the exaggerated fireball.

She stayed there for about [-] seconds, and suddenly remembered what Li Weisi said.

"Be calm at all times, panic will only mess things up, and hesitation is our worst enemy."

That gentle voice seemed to be still echoing in her ears, and Lacus felt as if he was by her side, her heart became more stable, and a warm feeling grew from the bottom of her heart.

At the same time, she felt her mind cleared up instantly, and her control over the magic power seemed to be slightly improved.

She suddenly remembered what Li Weisi mentioned, that light can be used for destruction, and naturally it can also be used for protection.

Curved Light Barrier?He seems to say so, so what to do?

Under the emergency, Lacus didn't think too much. Seeing the fiery temperature of the fireball, her hands radiated a warm light.

She used her mental power to envelop Jarvan IV with magic like blowing bubbles.

"Ha!" Jarvan IV faced the fireball directly, his willpower was highly concentrated, a dark golden translucent barrier suddenly appeared from his body, and golden rays of light scattered from the soles of his feet to the surroundings.

Golden Holy Shield!

This is one of the skills inherited by the Light Shield royal family, and it is a legendary combat skill. Even in the Light Shield royal family, there are very few people who master it-of course, what they don't know is that this is actually a kind of magic.

However, it is different from the talent magic of other mages.

The giant fireball hit after a second, and hit the double shield of the golden holy shield and the curved light barrier.

boom!

There was a violent explosion, and the blazing temperature made the surrounding Light Shield royal guards feel that their skin was covered with scorching blisters, and the powerful air wave directly overturned this group of heavily armored warriors who were like iron cans.

Jarvan IV, who was in the middle of the explosion, felt like falling into purgatory.

His hair was scorched yellow by the scorching air, his sweat evaporated as soon as he appeared, his face was as red as abnormally cooked shrimp, and then he was thrown backwards several meters by the violent air wave, and fell heavily on the ground on the ground.

Jarvan IV struggled to stand up, and the surrounding guards hurried over to help him up. It seemed that his injuries were serious.

This is still protected by the curved light barrier, the golden holy shield, and his armor inherited from the light shield royal family.

If not, I'm afraid he would have been burned to death immediately.

As for why Jarvan IV resisted instead of running, it had something to do with his identity.

Jarvan IV chose to take the lead, so as the heir to the kingdom and the vanguard commander, he cannot retreat or dodge—this is also the negative effect of the way of boosting morale by taking the lead.

If he sits in the central army, as long as the flag does not fall, his safety is safe, and the enemy's attack can also be avoided.

But he chose to charge forward, and his soldiers were behind him. If he dodged and caused the fireball to defeat his guards, the casualties would be secondary.

The most serious thing is that such behavior will bring a devastating blow to the majesty of the royal family and his own prestige, and more directly - the morale of the legion will plummet.

This may be unacceptable, and it may even feel that Jarvan IV may be mentally ill.

But this is the national conditions of Demacia, a kingdom with a high worship of morality.

At least in the main theme of the kingdom, morality is a very important proportion. Even those nobles who run around like dogs have to pretend to be gentlemen on the surface.

And the Royal Family of Light Shield is a role model for the kingdom. If they want to wear their crowns, they must bear their weight. This is also the truth that Jarvan III hoped his son would understand.

What's more, Jarvan IV's own character belongs to the kind of person who is extremely responsible and has a strong sense of justice.

His education made it impossible for him to watch such a terrible attack fall on his soldiers.

A few years ago, he was able to march alone with his own guards to support a fortress besieged by the Noxus army. He took the lead in the charge and let the trapped Demacian soldiers know that he was Not given up.

It is also at this time to stand up and let those mages and all loyal or betrayed soldiers see the responsibility of the Lightshield royal family.

Galen once commented on his good buddy Jiawen, "Lengtouqing with a full sense of justice." He said so, Lengtouqing commented on another person as Lengtouqing.

But it was this kind of person who won the respect and love of all Demacia soldiers when many nobles resisted his succession to the throne.

Jarvan IV deserves to wear the crown—of course, Jarvan III wishes his son had a little more courtly political savvy and a little more heart.

This is not to say that Jarvan IV is stupid, he is not stupid, on the contrary he is still a military genius.

But politically, he's a little bit better than his good buddy Galen - the good is very limited.

Jarvan IV's actions were seen by the soldiers of the legion. The soldiers who were dispersed by the air wave did not collapse. They quickly reorganized their formation in silence-this is why Demacia was able to fight against Noxus. One of the reasons for the back and forth.

These elite fighters knew what they were fighting for, and the noble character of the Light Shield royal family convinced them even more, and they were willing to die.

"Your Highness!" Lux hurried over, looking worried.

Jarvan IV was like an elder brother to her, not to mention that he had saved her just now, seeing him being defeated, she was naturally worried.

However, she herself was not harmed, but her complexion was a little pale, and her blond hair was burnt to a burnt yellow.

Her radiance protected Jarvan IV and herself at the same time, it was just the aftermath of the explosion, and it wouldn't hurt her.

Of course, there must be discomfort.

"It's okay." Jarvan IV waved his hand and comforted his subordinates and Lacus with difficulty, holding the dragon gun tightly, and returned to the front of the formation.

In the process, the footsteps of the rebels did not stop, and they were very close after the explosion.

As Jarvan IV's legion had just regrouped, the two sides collided, steel shields colliding with steel shields, and spears and swords struck flames.

"Long live Prince Jiawen!"

"Long live Demacia!"

The legion roared and brandished their weapons, and those Demacian longswords, halberds and shield-breaking hammers, which were simple in shape but had a unique aesthetic feeling, smashed on the steel shields of the rebels.

The powerful halberds of the palace elite guards came down and stabbed at them, making it almost impossible for the rebel soldiers to hold the steel shields.