Chapter 113: Writing History in Noxian Style

Most Noxians did not belong to Noxus from the beginning. They first came from all corners of Rune Continent, and then became Noxians for various reasons.

But no matter where they came from, on Ryan's robe, you can find marks related to their birthplaces.

Ryan looked at the crowd below, and when everyone quieted down, he said softly:

"Not long ago, the history of Noxus turned a new page, and when we wanted to record it in history. I unexpectedly discovered that we don't even have an accurate calendar to define this day."

When each emperor of Noxus was in power, it started from the first year. Ionia has no calendar and lives a carefree life. Demacia only has its own national calendar. Shurima has lost its heritage.

History is not short of recorders, but there has never been a force that unified and passed it on.

"Since there is nothing, then we will create it. Everything is created from nothing."

"Noxus is the largest empire in Rune Continent today, so it should be us who should create many things!"

Noxians who heard this could not help but nod their heads. They have always been at the forefront of the world today, and they should define everything.

Ryan's words also revealed the main purpose of today's press conference.

He and the empire want to redefine the history of Rune Continent.

If there is a force in Rune Continent today that is qualified to do this, it is only Noxus today!

Because it embraces all cultures, because it has historical records of all regional forces, and because it has the courage to go to war with all forces on the continent at the same time, Ryan and Noxus have the confidence to say such words.

His eyes lit up with bright blue light, and at the same time, a black beam of light from the floating castle burst into the sky and merged into the sky.

"Now, it's time for us to put aside the present and review the story of our human beings in the past."

The light blue clouds in the sky began to change, and a magnificent picture appeared.

It was a majestic city, almost identical to the Immortal Fortress, but smaller and without the outer building complex.

Ryan spread his palms, and not only the sky, but also a picture of the Immortal Fortress appeared in front of everyone.

"More than 900 years ago, the Rune War intensified. The Noxians and the survivors in other areas captured the Immortal Fortress and overthrew the most tyrannical ruler. At that moment, the Noxus Empire was established."

His voice was transmitted to the ears of everyone in the Immortal Fortress in a special way, and even the celestial phenomena in the entire Noxus city began to show the picture he demonstrated, and his voice was also transmitted there.

In the Immortal Fortress a thousand years ago, a huge black gate was created from nothing. Several Noxians jointly protected a national flag and planted it on the black gate.

That was the flag when the empire was first built, and it is still hanging on the top of the black gate of the Immortal Fortress, symbolizing the beginning of the empire.

"That day was the first year of Noxus, and it was also the first year of Rune Continent defined by us Noxians!"

Ryan's solemn words made all Noxians' hearts tremble.

The establishment of Noxus was the first year of Rune Continent, what a dazzling title.

They are defining history and sorting out the context of human civilization.

A heavy sense of participating in history came to them.

All Noxians looked at the sky with fanatical eyes. That was their empire, the glory they had gained by giving everything.

If any country or force dared to refuse, they would surely break through their gates and hang the new calendar of the empire on the throne of their palace.

"Human history is a long scroll. We dig out the greatness buried in all cultures and record them one by one. We may not represent mankind, but we are a member of mankind and have the qualifications and obligation to pass on all history. This is the purpose of my standing here today."

Ryan's words continued, and the sky picture suddenly changed, from the Immortal Fortress to a land full of birdsong and flowers.

But in the center of the scroll-like drawing paper at the edge of the sky, it was written in Noxian characters, ‘In the first year of the Rune Continent calendar, the Noxian Empire was founded’.

“Ionia, the land of the first birth, the first land of our human race.”

Ryan motioned everyone to look at the picture, where primitive humans and a group of humanoids fought against giant creatures.

In the end, humans and humanoids won and established the first civilization of mankind.

“Vastaya Xiarui, a companion who once fought against the giants with humans. More than 9,000 years have passed, but they are still part of our human race, and humans will not forget their help.”

At the front of the scroll, Noxian characters appeared one by one.

‘9000 BC in the Rune Continent calendar, the land of the first birth-Ionia! The beginning of human history, witnessed and participated by the Vastaya people. ’

In the Noxian-occupied area of ​​the Ionia continent, many monkey-faced humans, lion-faced humans, or other humanoid creatures with animal features, bowed slightly towards the direction of the empire, grateful for the empire’s recognition of them.

They were once the Vastaya Xiarui, and now the Vastaya.

Their existence has long been forgotten, even the Ionians have no memory of what they did.

However, the Noxian Empire has written them into human history.

A perfect poem, a post, a content, a 6-9 book, a forum, and a look!

"A thousand years later, in 8000 BC. In the Freljord region, the original climate there was not that bad, but humans still existed like livestock."

"Avarosa, Serilda, and Lissandra, three great beings, appeared. They led the snowman tribe and the ice bloodline, united the power of the demigods, defeated the gods of the north, and founded the Freljord civilization. In addition to the great three sisters' tribes, there are others..."

The scene changed to the extreme north of the cold winter, and heroic figures carried different battle flags, showing their bravery and fearlessness.

Ryan blurted out the names of the tribes one by one, and the pronunciation of each tribe name was a tone that only the tribesmen knew.

"Roar!!!"

"May Avarosa guide us forever!"

"Cerilda, the master of winter!"

"Freljord!!!"

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The tribal barbarians from Freljord cheered enthusiastically. Their power came from their ancestors. They relied on the glory of their ancestors since they were born.

And they could hear their ancestors being mentioned. Until today, ten thousand years later, they are still called great.

They only felt that the ancient ice blood in their bodies was awakening, and the desire to fight was gradually rising.

The barbarian warriors waved their weapons. They really wanted to break through the tribal tents still in Freljord and let those people see that their ancestors were being praised.

And those guys who were complacent were fighting and killing each other. In the end, there was nothing left in the tribe, and even the names of their ancestors were forgotten. They still needed to find them back.

See the words "8000 BC, Freljord!" appear on the scroll.

Every Noxian from Freljord suddenly looked solemn, clenched their big fists in front of their chests, and shouted in unison:

"We will fight for the Empire and spread the name of the Empire and our ancestors across the continent!"

The earth-shaking shouts rang out from all over Noxus.

Swear in the name of our ancestors to fight for Noxus and never return until we die!