Chapter 143 We Are All Brothers, but in Different Situations!

Sindra smiled noncommittally, placed her slender palm on Kayle's body, and sent the majestic dark energy downward:

"Two souls in one body, it is not easy to transform only one of them."

"Don't worry so much, the soul of the star spirit is difficult to change in normal ways. There is only one thing we want to do, awaken the soul that has been sleeping for hundreds of years."

Ryan looked serious, writing something on the research notes.

A few days ago, Morgana told them a very interesting information.

After Kayle took the lead in drawing the holy sword, it was like a completely different person, and the divinity seemed to suppress the humanity in an instant.

And then Morgana, who drew another holy sword, was not affected at all.

"If you want to wake her up, you must give her energy that can compete with the soul of the star spirit. And she is sleeping on her own initiative, which is more troublesome than other situations."

Sindra looked at the dark orb above, which was a little dim. The energy contained in it was all swallowed up by Morgana's star spirit power.

The younger sister is doing a good job for her sister.

"It's almost done. We have almost finished our research on the Protoss. There is enough time left to wait."

Ryan kept writing, filling up the last page of his notebook, closed it, and opened a new one to continue writing.

In the library on the top floor of the Mage Tower, there is already an extra bookshelf, which is filled with freshly written notes, all about various studies on the Protoss.

But unfortunately, they still don't know what the complete Protoss is.

Kael can only be regarded as a half-Protoss transformed from a descendant of the Protoss, not a real Protoss.

Protoss

Ryan's eyes flashed with expectation and curiosity.

That is the key to the secret of the Protoss!

While the magic department was making a presentation, the presentation courses of several other departments were also in full swing.

Draven of the War Department set up a fighting arena, allowing everyone to form a team and fight him alone.

"What a mess." Quelleta frowned slightly.

She was wearing a red and black battle robe today, standing straight beside the arena.

"Oh! Go! Go! Kill that mustache!"

Beside her, there was a short man who was shouting at the top of his lungs.

I don't know how Kled found this place, but he came when Draven played the first game.

Especially when someone was injured, he shouted the most excitedly.

"Hush! Downward attacks are rubbish, upward attacks are the romance of men!"

Kled looked at a strong man who failed to slash downwards and was knocked away, and hissed.

He never used downward attacks, the knife had to be raised from the bottom to the top, so that it could hit the vital point!

"Xini, let someone treat him."

Quelleta rubbed his head with a headache and ordered the medic next to him.

Another 9 to 1, and another team wipe, but Draven was happy to kill.

The former follower is now an executioner who can kill people everywhere.

Time flies so fast.

"Hahaha, are there any more? Bring more people, I will hold back." Draven stuck his two throwing axes into the ground, and laughed proudly with his hands on his waist.

He had a great time fighting today, and he didn't know what was going on with Ezreal and his brother.

He guessed that with their small bodies, they should just be drinking tea and talking about things together.

But with Ezreal and his brother's mouth, they should be more likable.

In the history department, Ezreal was indeed sitting in front of the tea table.

But now he was full of bitterness, as if sitting on pins and needles, and didn't want to stay any longer.

In the history department classroom, there was a crowd of people sitting below.

There were young children and white-haired old men.

They were historians of Noxus, and some people who wanted to become historians.

On the podium, there was a tea table at the moment, and Ezreal was sitting opposite a young woman with fair skin, beautiful face and hot body.

Ezreal uncomfortably picked up the wine glass, and took a sip to cover up his guilty conscience.

The bright red wine flowed into his throat, making him feel the burning pain of the flame in an instant, and even widened his eyes.

"Associate Professor Ezreal, your previous answer is very interesting. By the way, do you know the origin of the wine in your hand?"

The woman exhaled a breath of hot air, her beautiful red lips opened and closed, and she spoke slowly.

"Uh"

Ezreal's face was slightly stiff, and he put down the wine glass in his hand, and subconsciously said:

"Soul Flame, sold in the tavern in the west of the city, 20 gold coins a cup."

There was a trace of heartache in his tone. When they invited the Draven brothers before, they drank this kind of wine.

"Professor Elise, can you popularize it for us?"

Ezreal knew that his performance was wrong, and hurriedly pretended to be unfathomable.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

He was not very convinced by the other party 10 minutes ago, but she was just a young woman.

Who is he? Ezreal, who is familiar with the history of Noxus, Piltover, Shurima and Zaun!

How could he be willing to be inferior to a young woman. Well, although the other party is indeed enchanting and beautiful.

"Just now we mentioned the various families since the founding of Noxus, and this glass of wine is related to one of them." Elise's mouth curled up slightly.

She just came back from the Shadow Isles, and she didn't expect to encounter such an interesting thing.

This young boy actually wanted to find her to drink and talk about history, how cute!

At the beginning, they were indeed evenly matched. Elise knew Bilgewater and Shadow Isles better, while Ezreal knew the Twin Cities and Shurima better.

But

"Each family? Swain family? Kysira family?" Ezreal pretended to be puzzled.

When they talked about Noxus, Ezreal couldn't keep up at all. He was stunned.

Why can someone know so much about things that happened hundreds of years ago!

Even if it was passed down by word of mouth, it must have been passed down for generations.

What about the Kysira family being secretly plotted and declining, what about the rise and fall of the Zaafan family due to changes, and even the affairs of the Grand Commander Swain family, he knew very well, as if he had experienced it personally.

He only knew a little about this knowledge, and he learned it from reading books.

The most important thing is that the group of Noxian historians below were fascinated by what they heard, and even a few old men cheered loudly on the spot.

This made Ezreal fall into self-doubt.

Obviously, the other party is not big either!

Uh. It seems to be really big.

Ezreal gave Elise a sneak peek and praised sincerely in his heart.

Elise had a playful look on her lips, and her delicate fingers turned the wine glass. A tender voice came out from her red lips:

"Soul Flame, evolved from a poisonous wine, means the flame that burns the soul and is tortured forever."

"So cruel?"

Ezreal was slightly shocked and moved his hand holding the cup away without making a sound.

"It was first used hundreds of years ago at a banquet where a noble husband wanted to kill his wife." Elise said playfully.

"This husband is really not a human being!" Ezreal said seriously.

He felt that it made sense for the speaker of the parliament to arrange a professor for Elise. As for the ability to tell stories, he was ashamed of himself.

The other party's resentful tone was like that of the murdered wife, and people couldn't help but sigh.

Even if he had experienced it, he couldn't describe this feeling.

Four updates today, there should be no more, the rest will be transmitted tomorrow