The Master Behind the Scenes Starting from the Twin Cities

Knowing that the target was not Icathia, he became much bolder.

He could come out of the tomb of the legendary Shurima tyrant Nezuk safely, but he was just a failed mage king, no big deal.

"There is a seal set by the Ascendants there, and too strong magic will cause it to self-destruct. You only have one chance, explore it and bring out the valuable things in it, and record the ones that cannot be brought out." Swain said.

He did not tell the news about the world runes, and the other party did not need and should not contact them now.

"No problem! The Empire should have a lot of books about Icathia, I need to prepare them." Ezreal said confidently.

"Mercenaries will gather in the tavern, and you can recruit anyone you like at will. This is authorized by Trifaree."

Swain snapped his fingers, and a piece of parchment on the round table floated up and slowly slid into Ezreal's hands.

It was written with the document of the Noxian Explorers Guild's recruitment, and printed with the new national emblem of Noxus.

"Cool! This thing looks great!"

Only when you really have a strong empire behind you can you feel the endless joy.

Ezreal looked at the parchment in his hand with shining eyes, his face full of joy.

What is in his hand? It is a symbol of power, and it is his first step towards becoming the greatest explorer and the guild leader!

What is the Piltover Explorers Guild? It's just some third-rate stuff. Only Noxus is the final destination of explorers!

"Commander! I will bring you good news!"

Ezreal stood straight and saluted Piltover, which was a bit out of place.

He didn't know how to greet Noxus, but he heard that any action here is fine, and different cultural customs can be recognized.

He, Ezreal, is now a glorious Noxian explorer!

"The information you want will be sent to the War College in the next few days, and the Empire will build the largest national library there." Swain added.

"Understood!"

Ezreal left happily holding the parchment.

When he walked a long way out, he suddenly frowned.

It seemed that his goal in the hall just now was not just to be the president.

Forget it! He now needs to prepare for the next adventure, starting from the tavern!

When he was about to leave the square, he saw a strong man in iron armor with a giant axe and a somewhat ugly face.

The bright red cloak made him a little dazzled, and he looked like a general who was not easy to mess with. But he still came forward:

"Hey, this brave general, do you know how to get to the tavern?"

"Tavern? Go out from here and ask an ugly man who looks like he deserves a beating. He will tell you the direction."

The strong man just said casually and hurriedly walked into the parliament hall.

"There is no feature here."

Ezreal left in distress. Not far away, he saw a man with short black hair, open upper body, and a burly figure.

"He must be the one who looks ugly and looks like he deserves a beating." Ezreal muttered to himself.

"Boy, what were you mumbling just now?" Draven leaned against the wall, looked at Ezreal with an unfriendly look, and said in a loud and fierce voice.

He seemed to hear someone scolding him just now!

"Ah, I wonder how there are such brave Noxians in the world, who look like they have experienced hundreds of battles." Ezreal laughed.

"Well, you look weak, but you have good vision!" Draven stroked his mustache, his face full of smugness.

"I'm a new Noxian. Where is the best tavern here?"

"Tavern?" Draven's eyes lit up. "I'm very familiar with it. The Red House in the East City and the Drunken Dream Street in the West City are all good places."

"They don't sound very serious." Ezreal thought for a while. "Is there a place where men gather?"

"Men?" Draven raised his eyebrows and laughed. "Yes, but tonight's wine."

"I'll treat you!"

"Okay, good brother, let's go!"

"Let's go. By the way, what's your name? My name is Ezreal!"

"My name! Draven! Brother Ezreal, I'm not bragging to you. If you ask 10 people in the Immortal Bastion, 11 people will know this name."

"Isn't it a coincidence, brother Draven, in Piltover, I was standing on the street and people I didn't know called my name."

"Haha."

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Under the setting sun, the two walked away with their arms around each other.

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After Ezreal left, Ryan appeared at the position of the speaker of the council, looking at the door, as if waiting for something.

"Can Ezreal do that? The World Rune is vital to the Empire." Swain said in a deep voice.

According to his idea, Darius and the Trifari Legion should be transferred to the entrance of the mausoleum, so that even if the mage named Ryze comes, they can delay for a while.

As long as they delay for a while, it will be enough for Sindra and Ryan to teleport the castle above the mausoleum.

By then, all the forces of Noxus can be gathered in an instant, and even the Black Rose will fully assist, and there will be no mistakes.

The World Rune cannot be lost.

"Trefari has just taken control of the Empire. If we send the most elite legion to the desert area, what will other people who are paying attention to us think? Not to mention that the Ionians are always ready to take back the land, Demacia will not miss this opportunity." Ryan said.

It is worthless to let the Trifari Legion guard the Tomb of Akzam. The Empire needs them more at this moment.

"I have set up defense measures in the mausoleum, plus the protection measures of the Ascended God itself, they are enough to delay enough time. Now we need to know more about it, which is the work that Ezreal and the Imperial Historians can do."

Ryan shook his head slightly and sighed:

"What's more, we have to focus on the Empire. The Imperial Military Honors and Nobles have temporarily reached an agreement with us, but not all the previously liberated areas will recognize our rule."

A change of regime, even if most people know that their forces will become better.

But for their own position and identity, there are always people who raise the banner of rebellion.

Every time the old and new royal powers are replaced, it will not be smooth sailing.

"Yes, there is no place that has raised the anti-flag, but there is a place that has taken down the original imperial flag but has not put up a new flag." Swain's mouth curled up with a hint of coldness.

His scarlet demon arm swept across the round table, and a huge map of the Rune Continent, burning with scarlet flames, slowly emerged on the table.

In the vast territory of Noxus, countless cities have planted the new flag of the Empire, but many still plant the national flag of the Darkwill era.

Ryan's eyes were indifferent, and a drop of water flew out of his hand and landed in a corner of the magnificent Rune Land.

The location where the water drop fell was surprisingly located on the northern border of the Empire.

There was only a small town called Besilico in the desert wilderness.

And the small town was marked with the bright red of the Empire, but there was no flag related to the Empire hanging on it, as if it wanted to break away from the control of the Empire.

Boom!

At this time, the burly Darius appeared at the door, holding a battle axe and with a murderous look on his face.

The Hand of Noxus is ready to strike!