The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 210 Prince Jarvan IV of Demacia

"The Star of Dixiu!"

Disu is the third place among Qinglong’s seven places.

For the chest of the blue dragon, everything is clear in the heart.

The dragon's breast is the central vital part of the dragon, the most important part.

Huo Jixing looked at the third star hanging in the boundless starry sky, and faintly saw the body of a green dragon swinging like a long snake, with a unicorn head and a carp tail.

The star of Di is located in the front half of the body, and is slightly dimmed by the stars.

"Light up Disu!"

Huo Jixing stared at Disu, and his consciousness flashed.

The dancing blue essence turned into a torrent of data, like a sword reaching the sky, accurately hitting the star of Dixiu.

In an instant!

The turquoise light is like dazzling sunlight, eroding the starry sky and driving away the darkness.

Looking at Huojixing from a distance, the Kangxiu star that was shining brightly before and the Dixiu star that is now shining, seem to be two suns in the sky, which makes people unable to open their eyes.

It was also at this time that vague information appeared in Huo Jixing's consciousness.

Di Su, main rainwater, mountains, forests and vegetation.

"It's really the wind and rain." Huo Jixing whispered softly.

Kangsu and Disu, which are lit this time, bring the natural abilities of strong wind and rain respectively.

He was full of thoughts and became very interested.

Looking around at the boundless starry sky, Huo Jixing summoned up the energy of Donghua Yimu in his body and exhaled softly in front of him.

A strong wind arose.

The clothes that were blown so vividly began to sway.

Then, drops of rain fell in front of him out of thin air.

It was like a rain curtain, blocking the view.

Seeing this, Huo Jixing laughed softly.

As he put more effort into it, the wind became more violent, causing rain to slap in the air.

After a period of time.

Huo Jixing discovered that Yimu's energy in Donghua seemed to be slowly consuming.

However, as soon as it was consumed, the blood of Nanli Fire in the body quickly decomposed and turned into wisps of Donghua Yimu Qi for replenishment.

“They complement each other!”

Huo Jixing carefully experienced the changes that lit up the Qinglong constellation.

Then he looked at the data panel.

In the talent, the green light representing [Star Spirit·Blue Dragon] becomes more and more intense.

"Indeed"

Huo Jixing noticed the four basic attributes on the data panel and frowned slightly.

[Name: Huo Jixing]

【Quality: 190】

【Power: 19.05】

【Physique: 19.09】

【Agility: 19.10】

【Spirit: 19.80】

[Skills: Conquer the Grandmaster, Survive in the Wilderness, Look Inside Yourself, and Have a Photographic Memory]

[Talent: Star Spirit·Suzaku Stance, Star Spirit·Blue Dragon]

"All four attributes are stuck before 20 points?"

Huo Jixing's eyes flickered, doubts rising in his heart.

"Have the physical and mental bonuses also disappeared?"

He noticed that the rune bonus that had always existed before disappeared at this moment.

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows and immediately exited the data panel and returned to the real world.

Then he lowered his head and took out the necklace hanging from his neck, reached out to touch the red crystal and blue crystal, and could feel the presence of rune energy.

But why does the bonus not exist? Is it because the level of their runic power is too low?

Huo Jixing's heart moved. He had vaguely guessed it before.

After the four basic attributes reach 20 points, you may enter the legendary realm.

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"Legend, is it so difficult to overcome?"

This time he lit up two Azure Dragons in a row, but the attribute values ​​were still stuck at 20 points.

"Legends may really involve changes in the level of life."

Huo Jixing's thoughts surged, thinking of Swain and Vladimir, as well as his previous encounters with the eternal nightmare Nocturne and the demon clown Shaco.

They definitely tread into legendary territory.

Even the latter two have powers beyond legend.

Especially at Nocturne's life level, the remaining demonic power has not been eradicated for hundreds of years.

"But I haven't set foot in the legend yet, and the runic energy of the red crystal and blue crystal can no longer act on my body."

Huo Jixing was slightly agitated.

Countless doubts arose in my heart, but I could never find the answer.

He looked at the remaining 190 points of essence, as well as the red crystal and blue water in his hand, and hesitated whether to directly decompose them to improve the four basic attributes.

"call!"

Huo Jixing suppressed the many emotions in his heart and calmed down.

"There's no rush yet!"

He could feel the fire of Nanli and the energy of Donghua Yimu in his body, slowly changing his body.

Although it is extremely slow, it is still working towards 20 attribute points.

The most important thing is that he is now in the capital of Demacia.

If the basic attribute exceeds 20 points and causes unknown changes, the position will be directly exposed.

"Wait a minute, maybe there is still a chance to transform?"

Huo Jixing looked at the spiritual attribute that was almost approaching the boundary of legend, closed his eyes, and entered the state of "Inside View of the Body".

He began to carefully appreciate the physical changes brought about by lighting up the Qinglong Constellation.

The central area of ​​Xiongdu, Castle of Dawn.

Wearing a golden robe, Prince Jarvan IV of Demacia sat behind his desk, processing the intelligence information submitted by the demon-seeking army.

Prince Jarvan is young and mature, and is deeply loved by Jarvan III.

But it is this father's love that makes the current Prince Jiawen just want to find the murderer of his father. He does not care about other state affairs and leaves them all to the Parliament.

Suddenly!

The white stone ball placed in front of Prince Jarvan trembled slightly, a turquoise glow flashed, and then immediately disappeared.

"Hmm? A legendary extraordinary person set foot in Xiongdu?"

Prince Jarvan looked frightened, and immediately stopped what he was doing and observed the white stone ball.

But thinking carefully, something was wrong.

If a legendary extraordinary person set foot in Xiongdu, why didn't the Light Messenger Temple sound the alarm?

"Is it an accident, or is there an approaching legendary extraordinary person?"

Prince Jarvan's eyes fell on the calm white light ball, and many thoughts emerged in his mind.

Dongdong! Dongdong!

There was a rapid knock on the door.

Prince Jarvan looked at the golden wooden door, his eyes calmed down, and his expression was solemn.

"Come in!"

A palace guard wearing silver armor walked in quickly, saluted and spoke.

"Your Highness, Lord Zhao Xin requests an audience."

Prince Jarvan said nothing, but his breathing became heavy, and his calm eyes were bloodshot.

He could no longer remember how many times Zhao Xin came to request an audience.

But he always gave the same answer.

Reject!

Because Zhao Xin, as the steward of Demacia, left Dawn Castle when his father was assassinated.

He couldn't understand it, and he avoided it.

Because Zhao Xin was his uncle.

The atmosphere was a little silent, and the bright yellow candlelight swayed, pulling out the figure of Prince Jarvan.

At the same time, it also made the waiting palace guards sweat.

"Let him in!"

A low voice like a lion sounded.

The palace guard immediately turned around and left, walking quickly to the door.

In the dim night sky, the moonlight like flowing water sprinkled on the beams and eaves of the Xiongdu.

Zhao Xin stood silently outside the study, looking a little tired.

His cape was stained with charred black and blood, and his silver armor was full of dents and scratches.

A few strands of hair slipped out of the bun on his head and hung in front of his face. The steel-like gray hair no longer had the black luster of his youth.

If it were normal times.

Zhao Xin should have washed and combed his hair to get rid of the smell of blood, sweat and fire.

But during this period of time, he was troubled by his inner self-blame and had no time to care.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded.

Zhao Xin looked at the sound and saw the palace guards hurriedly coming, bringing the only good news.

"Lord Zhao Xin, His Royal Highness asked you to go in and see him."

Zhao Xin was startled, then reacted, stepped over the stone steps, and entered the familiar study.

The study was simple and solemn, with walls made of dark gray stone.

The bookshelves on both sides were neatly arranged with classic works, ranging from history, philosophy to literature, with a wide variety of categories.

In the center of the study was a large desk, lit by a soft yellow candlelight.

Zhao Xin looked at everything in front of him, his expression slightly dazed.

"I should have done this a long time ago." Jarvan III said without looking up.

He was sitting at the table writing a letter, and every stroke of the quill pen was a stab of anger.

His strokes were like fierce artillery fire.

It was rare to see the king's emotions so exposed.

"Your Majesty?" Zhao Xin said.

"We are too stubborn about the things we fear," Jarvan III still did not look up, but temporarily stopped writing angrily.

"We are too stupid, I am too stupid, in order to protect ourselves, we created the enemy we fear most with our own hands."

"Forgive my stupidity, Your Majesty." Zhao Xin said.

Jarvan III stopped writing.

This was the first time he raised his head since Zhao Xin entered the door.

At that moment, he suddenly looked much older.

His forehead was full of ravines, and his beard and hair had already turned gray. Neither of them was young anymore.

"I blame myself," Jarvan III said.

His eyes drifted into the empty distance: "I gave them too much power."

"I have always had doubts about this matter, but they argued for it, and they also had the support of the parliament."

"Now, I see my mistake, it was my negligence. I will issue an edict to order the demon hunters to suspend the search."

"Alas!"

Jarvan III lowered his head, read his letter, and sighed painfully.

"If I had the courage earlier, perhaps today's disaster could have been avoided."

Jarvan III signed his name on the letter, then dripped melted royal orchid wax on the side and stamped his seal.

He blew on the seal, then picked up the letter and shook it gently to let the wax cool as soon as possible.

After the wax seal solidified, Jarvan III rolled up the letter, stuffed it into a white hard leather tube, and sealed the lid tightly.

He handed the cylinder to his butler.

Zhao Xin did not speak or move, just looked at the letter tube handed over by the king, without reaching out to take it.

Jarvan III raised his eyebrows, and Xin Zhao had no choice but to accept it.

"Do you want me to give this to the messenger, Your Majesty?" Xin Zhao asked.

"No." Jarvan III said in a serious tone.

"You deliver it for me. I only trust you, my friend."

Xin Zhao nodded solemnly, then pinned the cylinder on his belt.

"Who is it for?"

"The leader of the demon-seekers." Jarvan III raised a finger, his expression extremely solemn.

"Don't let his servants take it for you, be sure to give it to him personally."

Xin Zhao nodded: "The mission will be accomplished, as long as the streets are cleared and the whereabouts of the fugitives are found."

"No!" Jarvan III said immediately.

"I want you to go now."

Xin Zhao was in a dilemma. He had sworn allegiance to King Jarvan and had never disobeyed an order since then, and had been consistent for twenty years.

"My duty is to protect you, Your Majesty."

Jarvan III rubbed his eyes, and suddenly looked tired.

"Your duty is to protect Demacia."

"You are the king!" Xin Zhao said, "You are Demacia!"

"Demacia is greater than any king!" Jarvan III said sternly, "No more words, I have made up my mind."

Xin Zhao's intuition was screaming, warning of danger, but his sense of responsibility made his heart silent.

"As you command."

He bowed and turned to walk out of the room.

This was the memory of Xin Zhao's departure that night, and it was also the first time he left Jarvan III's side in a dangerous moment.

"Uncle?"

Prince Jarvan's words brought Xin Zhao back to his thoughts.

Xin Zhao looked over and saw Prince Jarvan standing up behind the desk.

He found that Prince Jarvan was no longer a child, he had grown taller than him, and his eyes were red and blue.

This made Zhao Xin realize that he was not the only one who could not sleep.

"Your Highness."

Zhao Xin knelt on one knee and bowed his head deeply.

Prince Jarvan said nothing, just stood there, looking down at Zhao Xin, breathing heavily.

He and Zhao Xin were certainly not blood relatives.

But as early as twenty years ago, not long after Zhao Xin began to serve the king, the prince began to call him "uncle".

Jarvan was just a child at the time, and no one corrected him.

At first, the king just thought it was funny, but over the years, Zhao Xin's relationship with the royal family has become as close as blood relatives, and he also regards the king's son as his own.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Xin still bowed his head.

Prince Jarvan's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched, and he wanted to angrily accuse something.

In the end, he loosened his fists in vain.

"Why?"

"I failed him," Zhao Xin said slowly, in a weak voice, "and I failed you."

"I should have been there."

Prince Jarvan rubbed his eyes and suppressed his inner emotions. He found some clues in this meeting.

"Did you disobey the king's order?" Prince Jarvan's tone was a little solemn.

"No, you won't do that, uncle."

"What did my father send you to do?"

Zhao Xin looked at Prince Jarvan, and his movements were so similar to King Jarvan's that night.

Then he slowly opened his mouth and narrated what happened that night one by one.

"Where is the letter? Where is the letter that my father asked you to deliver?" Prince Jarvan said hurriedly after listening.

"Where is it now?"

He had no doubts about Zhao Xin, just as his father believed in him.

He would also believe in Zhao Xin.

"It's still on me." Zhao Xin said, untied the hard leather tube from his belt and presented it.

Prince Jarvan took it, opened the lid, and flattened the kraft paper inside.

His eyes shuttled between the lines of his father's words.

Zhao Xin saw that Jarvan's expression became cold and hard, and then he clenched his hands and crumpled the letter, as if he was going to strangle someone to death, and finally handed the letter back to Zhao Xin.

"Destroy it." Jarvan said.

Zhao Xin looked at him in surprise, then put the letter on the candle and burned it.

The atmosphere of silence filled the study.

Prince Jarvan looked at the white stone ball on the table, his voice was extremely solemn.

"Uncle, I want to inherit the throne and control the parliament."

"It's my honor!" Zhao Xin bowed.

"Then, let's go!"

Outside the study, dawn broke.

The golden dawn light sprinkled on the dome of the Dawn Castle, dyeing the pale stone surface golden.

Prince Jarvan and Zhao Xin crossed the palace and walked towards the Silver Council Hall, where many nobles were.

The palace and the council hall were full of soldiers.

The ace legion of the Kingdom of Demacia, the Fearless Vanguard Corps, has been assigned to assist in the defense of the Dawn Castle.

They were scattered at every door, highly alert and disciplined.

Prince Jarvan had a resolute expression, revealing his kingly demeanor

Everyone knelt on one knee and bowed their heads wherever they passed.

They did not slow down, but walked forward firmly until they stopped briefly in front of the door of the Silver Council Hall.

Then Prince Jarvan nodded slightly to the palace guards on both sides, and the door of the council hall opened.

All the people sitting at the long marble conference table had different expressions on their faces about the arrival of Prince Jarvan.

But in the end, they all stood up together and bowed to Prince Jarvan.

Prince Jarvan ignored everyone and came to the main seat with Zhao Xin.

On his side was Grand Marshal Tiana Crownguard, with a cold look in his eyes, and on the other side was the recipient of the king's secret letter, the leader of the demon-seeker army, Eldred.

"Let the meeting begin!"

Prince Jarvan looked around at everyone and spoke in a serious voice.