Chapter 159 The Elite Troops of the Two Countries with Great Military Power, the People From Demacia

"There are no shortcuts to magic." Sindra's voice was without any emotional ups and downs.

When Ryan heard Seraphine's question, he looked at her with a smile:

"The growth of magic depends on accumulation. You are now a mentor at the War College. This may be a little early for you, but first you have to understand what kind of mentor you want to be."

"What kind of mentor?" Seraphine was puzzled.

Although she always wanted to help more people, she never thought about this question seriously.

If you just want to help and teach others, it seems a little pale.

Ryan pointed to the dishes on the table and said calmly:

"At a grand banquet, there will be a variety of exquisite dishes. If there is no order of priority, the guests will feel confused. If the order of priority is not distinguished, the guests will lose interest."

"Teacher means that I need to find the direction I am good at." Seraphine looked enlightened.

"You are just a side dish at the banquet."

Sindra's straightforward words came into her ears, making Seraphine stunned.

Seraphine looked at her teacher in disbelief, as if to verify whether this was true.

"Before doing anything, consider your identity first." Ryan reminded.

"Identity?"

Seraphine knew that the teacher's words were not malicious, and she thought confusedly.

As for identity, she is now nothing but Ryan's apprentice.

Did the teacher mean to ask him to come on stage directly?

That would be a waste of talent, she just wanted the first practical class to end perfectly.

The only other thing seems to be the identity of the college tutor

Thinking of it, she suddenly widened her eyes, as if she understood what her teacher meant.

Tutor is not the highest title in the department, there are more suitable people above.

"But. Will she help?" She hesitated.

"Letting you be a tutor is just to let you consolidate your knowledge in teaching. She is the professor of the magic department, and it is her responsibility to make students stronger." Ryan said lightly.

"It's just a cunning clown."

Sindra tasted the frozen food with a little contempt in her eyes.

"Okay. Looks like I have to hand the job over to the professor." Seraphine's face relaxed.

She also figured it out. She herself is not even as old as Rell, so now it's time for that lady to take over.

At that time, it was all because the other party said, "The professorship is what your teacher left for your future self" to induce her, which made her busy and always feel that she was not doing well enough.

That's right, she is not strong now, she is still in a period of rapid growth!

Putting aside her concerns, Seraphine became lively again, laughing and tasting the food, her quirky big eyes glanced at her two teachers from time to time.

She also discovered for the first time that Ms. Sindra likes to eat cold food. Her teacher's diet is very light, just like the Ionians.

On a plain not far from the Immortal Fortress, a thousand black and red iron-clad war cavalry rushed across the wilderness, raising dust and making a huge noise.

And behind them, there was a 100-cavalry unit, wearing silver armor, with a mighty body, led by a golden-armored leader, rushing and chasing at full speed.

The mounts of both teams were extraordinary. The front army rode all black tigers, wearing black and red armor, and several complex battle flags like books were raised high, shaking the sky.

The rear army was full of war horses wrapped in silver armor, with double horns on their heads, tall and handsome. Many people held up the battle flags of Demacia, which fluttered in the wind.

In the sky without any obstacles, the loud cries of several different creatures could be heard from time to time.

The griffin spread its huge wings and flew across the sky at a very fast speed, at the forefront of the line.

And behind it, four dragon birds unique to Demacia each rode a spear-wielding silver-armored soldier, located in the four directions of the army formation and advancing at an even speed, protecting the army without blind spots.

"Your Highness, the Immortal Fortress is not far ahead!"

The voice of General Laurent came from the iron helmet of a silver-armored knight at the head of the rear army.

The rear army is the royal elite army of Demacia. Usually, they only obey Jarvan III. This time, they were ordered to escort His Highness Jarvan and General Laurent to the Immortal Fortress.

Jarvan frowned slightly, watching the black fortress that was no less powerful than the capital getting closer and closer.

And even though he had seen it once, the floating fortress on the horizon still frightened him secretly.

He restrained his mind, which had been often scattered since the battle, and asked in a deep voice:

"How long have we been rushing?"

"Two days and fourteen hours, rushing all the way from the border of Demacia to the Immortal Fortress without stopping for a moment." General Laurent's voice was exhausted.

"It's not unfair that we lost to the Trifarion."

Jarvan felt the fatigue of his body and looked at the dust in front of him with emotion.

The Light Shield Barrier is the royal elite army of Demacia, and its strength is no less than that of the Fearless Vanguard. The soldiers are skilled in archery and horse riding, and their mounts are excellent.

Relying on the speed and endurance of the silver-horned scale horses, they chased for more than two days without sleep, but in the end they still failed to catch up with the Trifaree Warband.

"Line up!"

Zhao Xin's high-pitched voice came from the sky.

In an instant, the army in front tightened the reins and stopped at the outermost area of ​​the Immortal Bastion.

The soldiers of the Trifaree Warband lined up on both sides in a well-trained manner, with three rows on each side, leaving a ten-meter-wide road in the middle. Thousands of troops stretched for hundreds of meters, and the military formation was majestic and solemn.

Griffins fell from the sky, and Xin Zhao stood at the end of the road with a spear in his hand, standing straight.

After a while, the entire regiment was silent, and even the black tigers under their seats were unusually quiet, just raising their heads high, as if waiting for something.

Jarvan led the Light Shield Bulwark and quickly arrived. Looking at the orderly army in front of him, he was afraid to move forward for a while.

The soldiers of the Light Shield Bulwark tightened the reins and stopped not far from the Trifari regiment. The faces hidden in the silver helmets were unusually ugly.

"Noxus! Welcome the Demacia envoy!"

Xin Zhao's high and solemn voice sounded again, and he was the first to raise the spear in his hand.

"Noxus!"

All the soldiers of the Trifari regiment were in unison, holding their weapons high and shouting in unison.

At the same time, the black tigers roared together.

The tiger roars and shouts intersected, shaking the earth, and even the ground trembled slightly.

Seeing such a mighty and high-spirited army, Jarvan's face became even uglier.

This was his first time to Noxus, but because of his previous experience, it was hard for him not to have complicated feelings.

"Your Highness." General Laurent reminded softly.

Jarvan nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

He raised his right hand high, indicating that the soldiers behind him were not allowed to follow. And he himself gently pulled the reins and rode towards Xin Zhao alone.

Passing through the center of the Trifarii Warband, the invisible pressure was like a shackle, making Jarvan a little breathless.

The soldiers on both sides were terribly quiet, looking straight ahead, as if waiting for him to pass through them.

Not long after, he came to Xin Zhao.

Jarvan turned over and dismounted, with a solemn face and a loud voice:

"Demacia envoy, Jarvan Light Shield!"

"Noxus Trifarii Warband Deputy General, Xin Zhao!"

Xin Zhao and Jarvan's eyes met in mid-air, and they could see each other's fortitude and bravery.

"Please!"

Zhao Xin had a blank expression on his face and made a "please" gesture towards the Immortal Bastion.

"Light Shield Bulwark! Line up! Forward!"

Jarvan shouted loudly, jumped on his horse, and slowly moved forward.

Beside him, Zhao Xin also rode on a griffin and let it slowly walk towards the Immortal Bastion.

When the Light Shield Bulwark heard Jarvan's message, it did not stop at all. Led by General Laurent, four riders formed a row and marched in an orderly manner.

The silver-horned scaled horses moved in unison and in an orderly manner. The knights held their spears to the sky and stood upright, showing the power of Demacia.

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one 6, one book, one bar!

The dragon birds in the sky also slowly flew down, two flew to the head of the formation, and two flew to the end of the formation.

Facing the welcome ceremony of Noxus, the Demacia army was in good order and slowly passed through under the watchful eyes of the soldiers of the Trifarix Warband on both sides.

The soldiers of both sides looked at each other, and the intersecting gazes quickly turned away, but each had already sensed the other's thoughts.

There was a little respect in the solemnity.

After the Light Shield Barrier passed, the soldiers of the Trifarii Warband slowly gathered and followed behind it. The formation was neat and quiet, and it didn't look like the army of Noxus at all.

The army entered the perimeter of the Immortal Bastion and quickly attracted the attention of the Noxians.

"Demacia? This army is good!"

"They are all elite riders, and their bodies are no worse than ours."

"Are they our opponents? I really want to challenge them in the arena."

"The army formation is neat and uniform, and it deserves to be able to resist us for so long."

"Our soldiers are not bad either."

"Hahaha, the Trifarii Warband is invincible!"

"Noxus!!!"

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Walking through the avenue of the Immortal Bastion, Jarvan listened to the words coming from both sides, and his expression became more and more solemn.

In these words praising his country's army, he even heard a lot of recognition of them.

But this recognition does not come from their display, but simply because they can compete with their own empire.

The people here admire their country very much.

Fearless and confident people, elite and brave army, aggressive and powerful leaders, vigorous and powerful empire.

Noxus, how can it not be powerful

This is the first impression that Jarvan felt after coming here.

"Noxus is very different from what I imagined." Jarvan said in a deep voice.

"Stay a few more days, you will understand our empire better." Zhao Xin said calmly.

"Wait and see!"

Jarvan walked on the street, looking around with his peripheral vision, trying to learn and understand here.

He had a hunch that what was missing in Demacia might be found here.

Passing through the outer buildings with ethnic characteristics, the Light Shield Barrier was settled in the arranged station.

Jarvan and General Laurent continued to move forward and followed Zhao Xin into the Immortal Fortress.

"You are also the first foreign envoys to Noxus in recent decades." Zhao Xin, who was walking in front, suddenly said.

"No before?" Jarvan frowned slightly.

As far as he knew, Valoran was dotted with kingdoms and principalities, many of which were destroyed by Noxus, but some still survived.

"The Empire does not accept the begging of the weak. We will sweep everything away. There are only two choices: surrender or destruction." Zhao Xin said calmly.

"Perhaps we have other choices." Jarvan said calmly.

He knew that what Zhao Xin said was true.

In his opinion, Noxus had the strength to unify the continent, let alone fight on all sides.

But he felt that since Noxus allowed him to come, there was a chance to establish another relationship and give Demacia time to solve its internal problems.

But no matter what, they also had their own persistence.

This time back to Xiongdu, he agreed with his father's opinion.

They could retreat because of insufficient strength and internal conflicts, but they could not lose their bottom line because of this.

It is better to perish than to lose the will of Demacia!

With complicated thoughts, Jarvan and the other two came to the White Stone Square.

Seeing the handle of the Holy Sword of Justice inserted in the center of the square, Jarvan and old Laurent looked a little ugly.

"The general said that in the future this place will be filled with weapons of gods." Zhao Xin saw their expressions and mentioned it casually.

"Filled?"

Jarvan looked around the empty and wide White Stone Square, and couldn't help but sigh at the other party's courage in his heart. He asked curiously:

"Is this what Darius said?"

He knew that Darius was the main general of the Trifari Warband, and Zhao Xin was the deputy general.

Zhao Xin's face became serious, and he said solemnly:

"I only have one general, His Majesty the Speaker of the Council!"

"It's him!"

Jarven recalled that night, when the man's water surged to the sky, and the power of magic was controlled by him.

And the flying winged protector of Demacia was finally defeated by his sword piercing his heart.

"The power of your rulers is too weak. Every member with a seat in the Trifaree Council can sweep your legion." Zhao Xin said seriously.

"The members of the Trifaree Council? It's really exciting."

Jarven didn't want to deny Zhao Xin's idea. The Lightshield family has never been known for their bravery. They have their own persistence.

Standing in front of the door of the Council Hall, his eyes flashed with a wonderful brilliance, as if expecting, fearing, and determined.

He has personally experienced the power of Noxus, but other aspects here are still unknown to him.

For the future of Demacia, he must know them better.

Squeak

After a heavy friction sound, the door of the parliament hall was slowly opened from the outside to the inside.