Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

After Irelia left, the forest returned to its former calm again.

Birds sing cheerfully, flowers scramble to open, full of natural breath...

Not far away, in the Tubutai tribe.

"We should respond to the Equilibrium sect. If Swain dares to come, we dare to slaughter him together."

In the central tree house, Morihira, wearing a samurai uniform, shouted loudly.

Opposite him, a Golmud with a striking leopard print on his face snorted coldly:

"Zai? With your weak knife?"

"Is my knife not good? I'm not like someone, I don't even have the courage to shine my claws."

Senping slapped the knife on the table and slapped it back directly.

He has long disliked these vastayas. They are a bunch of bastards, and they don't deserve to be equal to their Ionians.

"Are you going to try my claws with your broken knife?"

There was danger in Golmud's eyes, and sharp claws protruded from the raised leopard claws.

"Don't try to talk about the Horde being brought to death. I went to the battlefield myself a few years ago, and you don't know the horrors of Noxus!"

"Oh, everyone is human, not all of them have one head, two hands and two legs. They can't be the same." Sen Ping said disdainfully.

Although he didn't go to the battlefield like Golmud, he didn't think Noxus was strong. m.cascoo.

Mainly, he doesn't think Golmud is strong at all.

Private fights are forbidden in the tribe. Although he has never fought Golmud, he is confident that he will cut off the opponent's leopard claws with one knife.

How can the body of a beast be compared to a sharp weapon forged by humans.

In his opinion, the root of Golmud's fear of Noxus is actually the fear of their human beings.

"Senping!"

The old human sitting in the first place suddenly made a sound.

Seeing Sen Ping shut up and sit up straight, the old man coughed a few times, shook his head and said:

"We can't take the enemy lightly. They occupy most of the provinces of Navoli and Baloo. Noxus is much stronger than us..."

"That's not because the provinces are not united, and these vastayas don't know what An's heart is..." Sen Ping muttered.

"Senping, what do you mean?" Golmud had a fierce look in his eyes.

Not only him, but even several of the vastayas sitting next to him stood up and stared at Sen Ping.

"The vastayas over there all voted for Noxus!" Senpin shouted with a stubborn neck.

"You!!! We are not them!"

Hearing Sen Ping's sentence, although the Vastaya people sitting beside Golmud all glared at Sen Ping, their ferocity was less.

"All right!"

The old man sitting at the top interrupted the argument on both sides again, pressing his hands down:

"The Vastaya, the Ionians, are all part of our Tubutae. Have you forgotten the oath your ancestors made?"

The people on both sides looked at each other, and finally moved away a little unhappy.

The old man sighed slightly when he saw this scene.

He knew that the contradiction was suppressed again, but it was only suppressed...

Having advertised the vastaya as Ionian orthodoxy from the Noxian side, he knew a feud was inevitable.

In the past, relying on ancestral teachings, the Ionians were the patriarchs and the Vastayas were the elders, a tradition that has continued to this day.

But from hundreds of years ago...

In order to expand the Ionian's right to speak, that patriarch borrowed the fault of a conflict between the vastayas and the Equilibrium sect and made the Ionians also become elders...

There was a rift between the vastayas and the Ionians.

In particular, the fuse balance sect that time was extremely disgusted by the vastaya people.

The old man knew in his heart that even if Golmud had been on the battlefield against Noxus.

But the other party must be more inclined towards Noxus now, after all, the Noxus Empire has truly recognized the status of the Vastaya people.

"For the visit of Swain of Noxus..."

The old man turned the topic back to the beginning, paused and continued:

"If they don't come, we don't have to do anything. If he does come, Golmud and I will meet him in person."

"Patriarch, no!"

The old man's words fell, and Sen Ping was the first to express his disapproval.

As the strongest warrior in the tribe, he said eagerly:

"We should fight Swain directly!"

"Foolishness..." Golmud sneered, "Don't involve us if you want to get involved."

"You are cowards!" Sen Ping shouted.

"I hope thousands of compatriots won't blame you before they die when they are implicated by you." Golmud sneered.

Hearing this sentence, Sen Ping's excited expression immediately solidified on his face.

Even the waving hand was stuck in place.

"I...I didn't mean that..."

He opened his mouth and defended himself with a pale face.

Obviously, he understood the subtext of the patriarch and Golmud.

If Swain really came, if he and others shot him...

No matter whether the beheading is successful or not, no matter what happens to Ionia in the end, their tribe must be buried together.

Mori

Although Ping didn't think that their tribe would lose, but at that time, because of his stupid actions, he could not bear the responsibility of killing countless comrades in vain.

His hands drooped weakly, and he slowly returned to his seat.

"Golmud, you should have no opinion, right?" The old patriarch looked at Golmud.

"I have no problem, as long as Noxus doesn't mind that I have been on the battlefield." Golmud responded quickly.

"That's good."

The old patriarch nodded earnestly and turned his head towards Senping:

"Once Swain comes to us, I need you to restrain yourself."

"I'll try my best..." Sen Ping said with a guilty conscience.

He understood what the old man meant, but he could only express himself as best he could.

Even he couldn't help but want to fight with Swain, and he might not be able to control the rest.

"Just do your best. If he's not here to make trouble, he won't mind. If he's really here to make trouble, it's a big deal." The old man said lightly.

The old man opened his eyes slightly, showing for the first time the majesty that belongs to the patriarch of the big tribe.

"clear!"

The elders in the audience responded in succession, bringing this dialogue to an end.

......

A few days later, the Lane Harbor Council Chamber.

"A single message will make the Kuzan area full of grass and trees. This is the power of Noxus..."

Yone smiled self-deprecatingly after reading the information Swain asked him to read.

Just the news from Swain gave the Kuzan region a sense of chaos, a pressure that only Noxus had.

"Your Excellency the commander, are you still planning to go? They have expressed their intention to bury you." Yone asked.

From the Kuzan area, Irelia moved frequently, the spirit of nature was ready to go, and the balance sect was sitting firmly on the mountain.

He didn't think Swain would die there, but the situation was already clear...

This time Swain's visit to the Tubutai tribe is likely to result in a full-scale war.

The corners of Swain's mouth were slightly raised, and his voice was calm:

"Why not go, if they really dare to come, I will admire them."