The Glory of Noxus

In front of the main entrance of Dawn Castle.

Prince Jarvan was wearing golden armor, his knuckles were white, and he was holding the Halberd of Atama tightly, looking at the fierce battle in the square.

The red-gold flames raging all over the sky were like thousands of glazed stars falling, illuminating the wide and white square.

Even with Prince Jarvan's eyesight, he could not fully see the battle between Xin Zhao and the Flame Extraordinary.

He could only vaguely see the dancing trajectory of the three-clawed dragon spear.

Prince Jarvan's thoughts were spinning as he looked at the three-clawed dragon spear looming under the fireworks, and slowly recalled the words and deeds that Xin Zhao had taught him.

When he was a child, Xin Zhao took care of him on behalf of his father Jarvan III, accompanying him through his childhood, and being completely obedient to him.

An unexpected opportunity.

When he saw the dragon spear hanging in the palace study, he prayed to his father to teach him, just like the ancient heroes he admired, to defeat the dragon that was ravaging Demacia.

The beautiful memories of the past flow through my heart like running water, leaving behind different flavors.

Only then did Prince Jiawen look back and realize.

Even Xin Zhao gave everything to him and taught him many dragon spear skills.

But compared to Xin Zhao on the court now.

What I have learned is nothing more than entering the palace.

Far inferior to the old Xin Zhao.

"It's the Flame Extraordinary!"

Prince Jiawen's eyes flickered and fell towards Huo Jixing, his pupils full of caution.

Although General Manager Xin Zhao of Germany has grown old, he is no longer the terrifying state he was in when he was young.

But his use of skills has already surpassed his predecessors and blazed his own path.

Even if Master Oren reappears in the world, he will never be able to surpass Xin Zhao in this regard.

However, Xin Zhao, who is now extraordinary and holy, is gradually falling into a disadvantage when facing the Flame Extraordinary.

The majestic and raging flames were so violent that they changed their previous defense, like huge waves under a storm, overwhelming the three-clawed dragon spear in Xin Zhao's hand.

boom!

Just when Prince Jarvan was carefully appreciating Xin Zhao's dragon spear skills in the field.

There was a loud noise, and the continuous movement shook the ground of the square.

The rumbling sound was so strong that it instantly attracted the attention of onlookers.

They saw the golden dragon entrenched in the center of the square let out a faint cry, and the scales on its body shone with a cold glow, breaking one after another.

The next moment.

Xin Zhao's body seemed to be out of control, soaring into the air, rolling to the ground, and engulfed in flames.

Prince Jiawen's pupils tightened, his expression tightened, and he subconsciously raised the Halberd of Atama.

Shyvana beside her saw this and immediately clenched her fists, with dark red dragon scales appearing under her purple skin.

Until they saw Xin Zhao slowly rising from the flames, they felt relieved.

But looking at Xin Zhao's staggering steps and swaying body, his worry grew stronger.

Prince Jiawen was about to step forward and stepped forward to help.

But he saw Zhao Xin shaking his head gently.

His eyes remained firm, showing no intention of flinching.

Prince Jiawen's eyes flickered, hesitating slightly. He didn't know whether this meant that he didn't need help, or that he didn't need help.

"Isn't it over yet?"

When Shyvana saw Prince Jarvan stop walking, a look of confusion appeared on her purple face.

"He is the German Governor, and this battle is not over yet!"

Prince Jiawen spoke in a solemn voice.

When Shyvana heard this, the look of confusion on her face not only did not dissipate, but intensified.

Is this human emotion?

Shyvana looked at the field and stood up, walking towards the Flame Extraordinary Xin Zhao, thinking deeply.

The capital of Demacia.

Lightbringer Temple.

In the most central area of ​​this building complex, the white main hall seems to be a brilliant pearl embedded in the sacred land.

The glazed dome shines brilliantly in the moonlight and starlight.

In the main hall of the main hall, a flying winged protector with arms stretched out in an encircling shape stands quietly in the center.

Its figure is elegant, its face is calm, its eyes reveal endless wisdom and kindness, and it looks up to the sky.

Going down the white stone steps, Ms. Midir, wearing a white priest's robe, was crawling on the ground, whispering in her mouth.

She looked pious and her voice was soft and melodious, as if she was praying to someone.

Ode to the Winged Sisters!

A long-lost epic hymn from the Crownguard family's collection.

Ms. Midir's voice sounded.

This jade-like white main hall is immersed in a sacred atmosphere. Time seems to have frozen at this moment, and everything seems peaceful and tranquil.

Until the unknown moment.

The flying-winged protector standing in the center trembled faintly.

If you look carefully, it's not this white stone statue.

But right below the stone statue!

Deep underground in this main temple.

There is a dark room made entirely of white forbidden magic stone.

Suddenly!

A deep purple glow lit up the room.

"Fiery power."

A soft low hum sounded, breaking the silence of the dark room.

"Is it you, Kyle!"

Blah blah blah!

Before he finished speaking, there was the sound of metal hitting the forbidden magic stone, echoing in the room.

At this time, look carefully.

The dark purple glow that lit up was clearly a pair of weather-beaten eyes.

Fallen Angel Morgana!

This great being, who had almost disappeared into the mists of time, was kneeling on his knees.

The black wings on his back were folded, unable to unfold under the constraints of layers of chains.

Morgana turned her head and looked in the direction of Dawn Castle with her deep purple eyes.

Within her perception, there was a majestic and blazing force that was sweeping across the capital, ignoring the Forbidden Demon Stone.

"No, something is wrong!"

"This is not Kyle's power!"

Morgana whispered softly, she was extremely familiar with Kyle's Flame of Justice.

"The time has not come yet, Kyle will not leave the star realm easily."

Morgana lowered her head and looked at the black wings beside her, always remembering the scene of the final battle in her heart.

Kael believed that mortal emotions had tarnished the glory of the Star Realm and left Demacia.

Flying to the top of Titan Peak, the other shore in the light.

"So, which star spirit sent down its power and came to Xiongdu?"

Morgana closed her eyes, carefully sensing the raging flames in the distance, and discerned another wave of energy that resisted the power of the stars.

"Demacian power?"

Morgana stood up slowly, and the black wings behind her rolled up the chains, making crisp sounds.

The fire of Nanli burned, reflecting half of the sky red.

Xin Zhao straightened his body, raised the tip of the golden spear, and pointed it at the approaching Huo Jixing.

Even though his long black hair was disheveled, the wrinkles on his forehead and the lines at the corners of his eyes were clearly visible.

But he remains fearless.

"kill!"

Xin Zhao shouted low, waved his arm, and smashed the three-clawed dragon gun towards him.