Chapter 109 War College Enrollment Day
The crows slowly dispersed, but the Noxian stage play had just begun.
Ryan looked at the scenery outside the window, with an unstoppable determination in his smile.
After a long while, the door of the parliament hall was pushed open again.
"Hey! Mr. Speaker of the Parliament!"
This time, the energetic Ezreal came with extreme joy on his face. As soon as he saw Ryan, he couldn't help but said:
"Can I really hold a world-class press conference in the Immortal Bastion?"
"A world-class press conference will be broadcast live nationwide in a magical way." Ryan said bluntly.
"Oh, that's really great!"
Ezreal was almost excited.
He was about to become famous, as a speaker at a world-class press conference.
Of course, he would not be naive to think that he could be the protagonist of the press conference now.
But this is the first step for him to become famous, and he must prepare well!
"Thank you Mr. Ryan, thank you Trifaree Council, thank you Empire for giving me this opportunity"
Facing Ryan's sight, he spoke a lot of words praising the Empire like pouring beans.
"About the deeds of Vazuan." Ryan smiled.
"I understand! I found Vazuan alone in Zaun. Because Zaun and Piltover split, I had to entrust the news to the Empire." Ezreal is very sensible.
As long as it involves things related to his fame, his mind will be unusually clear and useful.
"More than that, this thing is for you."
Ryan waved his hand, and a fiery red object on the round table of the parliament flew towards Ezreal.
"This is the stone tablet in the Vazuan building."
Ezreal recognized this thing at once. This is the treasure he brought back from underground.
After they left the underground, Ryan reminded them to avoid the fate of the stone tablet being melted.
God knows that the stone tablet will be directly destroyed under direct sunlight. The Shurimans still call themselves descendants of the sun.
"It's just that the words seem to be different?"
Ezreal hesitated to speak. Although he couldn't understand the ancient Shurima words on it, it was definitely unrelated to the previous ones. Even the only words he recognized, Oshravazuan, disappeared.
"The sky sent down a sign that the gods are not real gods, but just a group of false gods who use magic. Magic will eventually destroy everything. There is no justice and sun at all. We have been deceived."
Ryan read the words on it, saying them in ancient Shurima and common language.
Ezreal opened his mouth wide when he heard it. He didn't understand why Ryan did this.
What kind of prophecy from heaven? Isn't this what Ryan wrote on the spot?
"Read it as it is, it will be stored in the Explorers Guild for everyone to see." Ryan's words revealed confidence.
"Ah, will this be discovered?" Ezreal was a little worried.
"Everything is true." Ryan said.
The stone tablet is real, and the words on it are also ancient Shuriman. The first half of the sentence was said by the Ascended God, no, perhaps it should be called a certain Darkin.
According to the records of Noxian historians, the Darkin were murdered by the Protoss who claimed to be gods because they were eroded by the void.
In the end, almost all the Ascended who participated in the Void War were sealed in weapons. They can only live again by relying on the host.
These losers were called Darkin by later generations.
The second half of the sentence is partly from the perspective of Noxus, partly from Ryan's processing, and partly from the true portrayal of the people who suffered from the Rune War.
For example, in Demacia, they were jointly established by a group of people whose homes were destroyed by the World Rune. They hate magic and regard magic as an enemy.
All the information of the prophecy mixed together will form some interesting effects, paving the way for the subsequent plans of the empire.
Prophecy is never something that should have happened. The seemingly inevitable result is actually the product of the joint efforts of those who believe and say it.
Nothing happens by chance.
"What about the sun? Won't the sun corrode it?" Ezreal asked a new question.
He had no idea about the above lines. The Empire had given him so much, so he should have some feedback.
Anyway, Oshra Vazuan's discovery was his ironclad credit.
"The stone tablet has been reinforced by magic and will no longer be corroded by the sun. That day happened to be the day for the War College to enroll students. I hope your press conference can bring a good start."
After Ryan finished speaking, his figure gradually faded and finally dissipated in the parliament hall.
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War College enrollment day.
The news that Noxus established the college has attracted the attention of the Rune Continent forces.
The name of war, the meaning contained is obviously not that simple.
"Oh, it's so boring. I hope there will be more interesting people today."
At the admissions office of the War College, Seraphine sat on the edge of her stage, swinging her feet boredly, looking at the long queue outside the door.
The first batch of colleges only recruited three types of people: those who have made contributions to the country, those who have a special skill, and those who are extremely talented.
And today's chief admissions officer is her. Because of her unique talent, she is responsible for all admissions work.
Thanks to her ability to hear soul singing, she only needs to stand in the admissions office to know roughly who should be admitted.
"Can I also enroll?"
The excited words of a man with a broken arm caught Seraphine's attention. She floated over and explained softly:
"The academy needs the strength of every Noxian. Whether it is your military merit or your personal knowledge, you are qualified to join the academy, Lieutenant Mir."
"Does the empire really need us?" Mir's eyes were filled with tears, and he was even a little bit unbelievable.
"Lieutenant Mir has participated in dozens of battles of all sizes, killed more than a hundred enemies, and his right hand holding the weapon was cut off during the battle of Demacia, so he had no choice but to retire."
Seraphini's face was serious, and she reported the achievements of the man in front of her word by word.
Hearing her loud reading, the people in the queue behind cast respectful eyes. They looked at Lieutenant Mir's fat son with envy.
The little boy also stood up proudly at this time. He didn't understand what those achievements meant, but he could feel everyone's recognition of his father and the expectations for him.
"You have brought merit to the empire. Not only can your child join the academy, you can also choose to become a mentor in the war department, or become a student." Seraphine said.
"Student?"
Mir didn't understand what else he could learn before, and there was confusion on his face.
Seraphine patiently answered: "Many majors in the academy only recruit older people because they have rich experience. For example, in the Department of Mechanics, the first batch of students must have experience as craftsmen."
The War College is the first systematic academy established in Noxus. Before that, most Noxians inherited their father's business. Even if they studied from a young age, most of what they learned was related to their parents' professions.