Chapter 112 Press Conference
"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the War College!"
At noon, Ezreal's loud voice rang out and spread far away.
Behind him was a group of houses with spires, where the War College was located.
And behind him was a four-story exquisite Piltover-style low building.
The low building had an exquisite plaque with the words "Explorer's Guild" written in large strokes.
He was now on a temporary platform, and there were many people gathered nearby for enrollment.
"It seems that we came at the right time."
Seraphone took Annie to hide in a corner, looking at Ezreal with a smug look on his face, she couldn't help but curl her lips in her heart.
Even though she came a little late, because her stage could float, she and Annie still had a perfect viewing position.
Now there was a large crowd of people around the platform.
There were registered students, tourists who came here for the reputation, and even many envoys from other regional kingdoms.
All kinds of skin colors, all kinds of clothes, all kinds of dresses, it can be said that there is everything.
Except for the instructors who applied and the students who registered, the War College can only visit from outside.
Those who looked around the periphery gathered in this place.
"Ahem."
Ezreal cleared his throat, with a smile on his face.
Facing many eyes, especially the eyes of Seraphine in the air, he has never felt so good.
Especially now, there is a row of mighty men standing behind him, neatly wearing heavy armor, just like his subordinates.
Draven! Good brother!
After inviting him to drink several times, Draven suddenly said last night that he would bring his younger brothers to support him.
Although I don’t know where he borrowed the military armor similar to the Trifarix Legion, Brother Draven is reliable!
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Ezreal puffed out his chest, "As everyone knows, today is the day when the War College is open, so the Empire specially invited me to host a press conference here."
"Your arms are so thin, and your figure is more like a woman, you are also a mentor at the War College?"
A sturdy barbarian warrior below spoke loudly, with dissatisfaction on his face.
He just sent his son to the college, but he didn't expect that the college mentors were all a bunch of weaklings.
Noxus respects the strong, but first you have to show your skills.
"May Nelzayag continue the soul of winter. My name is Ezreal, I am the president of the Explorers Guild, and I am also a professor of history at the War College."
Ezreal bumped his fists together, stood straight, and made a strange gesture.
The burly barbarian had a serious expression, and the doubts on his face disappeared instantly. He made the same gesture as Ezreal:
"May Nelzayag continue the spirit of winter! Professor Ezreal, welcome to visit our tribe in the future!"
It was not difficult for others to hear that the barbarian man's words were full of respect.
"Your knowledge is not bad." Seraphine muttered.
"Sister Seraphine, what does this sentence mean?" Annie held the little bear and tilted her head curiously.
"They are performing a greeting ceremony within the Nelzayag tribe. This tribe is located on the border between Freljord and Noxus. Due to the harsh climate and the loss of war, it has become a mere name."
Seraphine paused and continued to explain:
"In order to survive, most of them joined Noxus. Except for themselves, no one remembers these etiquettes passed down from their ancient ancestors."
Knowledge is also one of the strengths that deserve respect, not to mention that it is one of the three strength laws of the empire.
She and other audience members could see clearly. Whether it was because of the dress or the tattoo on his face, Ezreal recognized the tribe of the barbarian warrior at a glance.
Not only that, Ezreal responded with the etiquette of the Nelzayag tribe.
"Noxus!"
The people of Noxus shouted in unison. This was their way of cheering.
The shouts came one after another, and Ezreal, who was in the spotlight, could not help but straighten his back.
He suppressed the pride in his heart and suppressed it with his hand in a self-modest way:
"Everyone, be quiet. First of all, I have to explain that this press conference is not led by me alone. The real guest is an unprecedented big man. And my discovery can only be regarded as icing on the cake."
His face revealed mystery. He knew it early in the morning that his reputation could not support an unprecedented press conference, but he could definitely do it with one person.
After everyone's appetite was whetted and the people below were about to hold back, Ezreal suddenly shouted:
"Now, let me invite His Majesty, the Speaker of the Trifaree Council, the legendary mage Ryan Meredith!"
After his enthusiastic voice fell, everyone present breathed a breath and looked up in disbelief.
Ryan, that is the head of Noxus, how could he come here.
But they turned to think that Ryan was also the dean of the War College. In their hearts, they inevitably raised a little expectation.
The rulers of this generation of the empire are different from the past. They put the law of strength, which was originally an unspoken rule, on the surface.
In the eyes of most Noxians, they are completely different from the meritorious or hereditary rulers of the past.
No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one bar!
The three people who now represent the will of the empire are the best in the empire in terms of strength and merit.
And Ryan is the leader of the three!
Suddenly, the sky was filled with a vision of blue light, and the white clouds covering the Immortal Fortress turned into a bright blue.
The blue magic light almost covered the sky, as if something was being nurtured in it.
"The teacher's appearance is still so eye-catching."
Seeing Ryan, who was wearing a white robe, suddenly appear in the center of the podium, Seraphine exclaimed and controlled the stage to drop a little.
The vision in the sky made her envious. She heard that today, Lady Sindra would provide magic power to cover the entire sky of Noxus with pictures and transmit sound.
The magic consumed in this process could drain her in a second.
Well, she, a mage with a second talent, is definitely fake!
"The teacher's dress seems to be different today."
Annie heard Seraphine's whisper and looked at the center of the stage curiously.
As soon as the new person appeared in the center of the stage, she could feel that all the flames in her body had calmed down.
Even the state of her body made her feel that even if she was emotionally out of control, the flames would not come out.
The big man, Teacher Seraphine, was wearing a robe with pure white as the main color, but there were many different marks engraved on it, big and small.
Annie had seen the largest one countless times, and there were dozens of them on the podium in front of them.
That was the new national emblem of Noxus!
She only had a few impressions of the rest of the emblems, but she couldn't name them. She had never even seen the rest.
But many Noxians present recognized other emblems:
"The national emblem of Demacia"
"And the ancient Shurima, the sun, which only existed thousands of years ago."
"That's the emblem of our tribe!"
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The crowd below was in turmoil, and many people discovered the meaning of Ryan's robe and kept exclaiming.
They had never seen all the emblems of so many forces and regions in one place.
And those emblems were reflected in the sky at the same time, emerging one by one on the light blue canvas, as if paving the way for some kind of big scene.