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Tifet was startled, completely unaware that someone was behind him. Just as he exerted all his strength to turn his head, a sudden howling sound filled the air, and amidst the raging wind, a pitch-black mountain descended upon the wilderness.
It was...
A black dragon!
"Wow, there's even something worse!"
At that moment, a surprised voice rang out. Tifet turned his head to see that two women had appeared beside him without him noticing. One was clad in armor, her fiery red appearance reminiscent of flames, matching the two sharp horns on her head. The other was a short, white-haired woman who strangely wielded a spiked Heavy Hammer that was twice her height, and she seemed to handle it effortlessly!
Who were they? Tifet quickly flipped through the list of powerful figures he had seen in the Empire's archives but still couldn't determine their identities.
"Long time no see," Garen said as he looked at the two figures, surprised for just a moment before regaining his composure.
The surprise came from Garen not expecting to see them in this place, let alone be among the first to arrive.
His calmness stemmed from the fact that he was very familiar with them.
The battlefield often solidifies friendships, and Garen had fought alongside them for many years.
Dragonblood Champion — Shyvana.
Holy Hammer of Resolve — Poppy.
"I really want to show everyone what you look like right now!" Shyvana squatted down and teased with a laugh.
At that moment, Poppy had already pulled out a large number of healing supplies from her backpack and began tossing them onto Garen and Tifet. However, due to the severity of the toxins within Garen, she had to devote more effort to him.
Tifet instinctively wanted to thank her but suddenly realized that the healing effect of what she threw was astonishingly good—at least seven times more effective than ordinary healing!
Only then did Tifet realize that these two women were no ordinary individuals; they were likely on par with legendary figures! As admiration welled up within him, he gradually noticed... Garen seemed very familiar with these two women!
Garen bit down on a blade of grass and said, "When did you learn this?"
"Twenty-six minutes ago, Shyvana caught the scent of your blood," Poppy replied, adjusting the wise man's glasses gifted by the Black Dragon King. "Then she read a book."
"This is the innate wisdom of Yordles..." Garen remarked with a hint of admiration.
"Alright," Poppy said as he sliced off the last remnants of poison along with a chunk of flesh, tossing it to the ground where the weeds were instantly corroded.
This level of pain was nothing to Garen; he frowned and asked, "Why can't I move yet?"
Poppy thought for a moment before answering, "Still four and a half minutes to go."
Shyvana observed coldly throughout the process. As that piece of flesh was cut away, her dragon eyes, which had been gleeful for a year and a half, finally revealed a hint of malice, her round pupils gradually transforming into slits.
"We tried to find you during this year and a half, but unfortunately, we failed. In any case, we are quite familiar with this continent now. It's... an interesting place, and the food is delicious. However, we still haven't figured out anything about the Cataclysm. Heh, judging by your expression, you must have some clues. No rush. Before you tell us that, there's something else we need to resolve first."
Shyvana's crimson arm glowed with fiery patterns as her horns and slit pupils seemed ready to unleash flames. "Who did this to you?"
Poppy slowly tied his white hair into two bunches and then removed his wise man's glasses. The characteristic calm red eyes of Yordles turned icy at that moment. "Well, I'd like to know too."
...
The Angry Beasts and others stared at the black hill, their expressions growing serious.
"Redno, you're making enemies for the Fallen Dragon Clan," Angry Beasts said coldly.
Black Dragon King Rednor looked down from above, his voice booming like thunder. "No dragon will be cowardly. And please remove the word 'fallen' from your vocabulary, Angry Beasts."
After separating from the Great Snow Mountain, the Black Dragon Clan referred to themselves as the Dark Night Dragon Clan. However, this group of black dragons who had finally gained their freedom often behaved recklessly and caused disasters, earning them the title of Fallen Dragon Clan on the continent.
Angry Beasts sneered and said, "Aren't you afraid of falling here? Although your presence might complicate things a bit, please understand that Old Bat is on my side this time. As for you... heh, two women and two dying fellows?"
"I don't think I'll lose," the Black Dragon King said indifferently.
"Then it seems I need to make you see the situation clearly..." Angry Beasts frowned. Although he and Rebia were not afraid of Redno when working together, the opponent was a world-class powerhouse, and the fight would not be easy.
So the best option for Angry Beasts was to scare Redno away. Conveniently, they had someone here who might not be very bright but was incredibly powerful...
"Mundo!"
At that moment, Mundo, who had quietly slipped to the back of the group, froze. It felt as if a thousand Skarls were rushing through his mind... (the mount of Furious Knight Kled)
But at that instant, it seemed all eyes were focused on him.
Mundo swallowed hard and reluctantly shouted, "Why are you calling Mundo?"
"It's time for you to fight," Angry Beasts said with a narrowed-eyed smile. The best way to show Redno Mundo's strength was to let them have a brawl.
From what he knew about this old dragon, any notion of dragon will was nonsense; as soon as he sensed even the slightest danger, he would run faster than anyone else!
Mundo glanced at the distant Demacia trio. While Angry Beasts and the others didn't recognize them, Mundo did! Who were those three? They were three towering mountains!
The toughest three in all of Demacia!
Fight against them... could you inexperienced primitives even handle that?!
Mundo's twisted face was almost in tears as he hesitated, "Mundo... Mundo is tired!"
Tired? Angry Beasts was momentarily bewildered.
But thinking about how the old dragon was still watching him, Angry Beasts shouted, "Don't you want to take that warrior to Noxus?"
"Noxus..."
Mundo's scattered eyes suddenly lit up. "Yes, for Mundo's laboratory! For the laboratory!"
Seeing Mundo pick up his large blade and walk over, Angry Beasts finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.
At that moment, a mocking voice came from the low slope.
Four and a half minutes had passed.
Shyvana crossed her arms over her chest. "Long time no see, Doctor."
Mundo froze again, standing still in shock.
Suddenly, a strong wind swept through.
The vast wilderness was filled with grass that bent low, as if crawling.
With a low slope as a divider, the entire wilderness transformed into an unprecedented battlefield.
One Tastandin.
Two core members of the Holy Empire.
Three world-class powerhouses from the Godeyas Continent.
Four top Rune Warriors from the Valoran Continent.
"Come on! What are you still dawdling for?!" Angry Beasts shouted angrily. If this dragged on any longer, that old dragon would really intervene.
After all, dragons were synonymous with immense strength. In the power-restricted Lost Land, it was like their paradise. Neither Angry Beasts nor Rebia wanted to fight against a dragon.
At that moment, they saw horror reflected in Mundo's eyes...
Following the line of sight, one could see at the far end of the low slope...
A towering mountain of crimson flames erupted from the ground!
The flames seemed to have formed a massive armor, draping over the back of a red dragon.
Indeed.
A red dragon, bathed in fire.
...
...
At the moment when Dead Man's Gorge was about to erupt into the largest battle since the Second Continental War, Sialot, a minister of the Holy Empire, was anxious.
"Your Highness, it's not too late to change your mind!" Sialot exclaimed, his eyes wide. "Once these Magical Energies are used, they cannot be reclaimed! This would be a tremendous loss for the entire empire!"
Yasthia replied calmly, "Sialot, don't think I don't know what you're after. If these Magical Energies are consumed, you'll lose half of the assets you've gained this year, won't you?"
Sialot's expression stiffened, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Step back." At that moment, two armored youths behind Yasthia simultaneously drew their swords.
With youthful and innocent faces, they were none other than Dostodoro and Rody.
Since graduating from the Knight Training Camp, they had become Yasthia's personal knights. Although their official ranks were not high, due to Yasthia's status, they had already surpassed many higher-ranking knights.
What was most commendable was that they managed to stay true to themselves amidst it all; they had never been tempted by money or power. They trained diligently every day, practicing the Muscle Training techniques taught by their mentor. This led many ministers to secretly criticize them as foolish, yet it also earned them praise from many just individuals.
Yes, they brought justice to the Holy Empire.
"Your Highness, what should we do next?" Dostodoro asked respectfully.
Despite Yasthia's repeated corrections not to refer to her as 'Your Highness,' the two young men refused to listen. It was clear they did not wish to exploit their relationship with Yasthia for any advantage; their former mentor had taught them that if one does not save oneself, even heaven cannot help.
As for becoming Yasthia's knights, it was their desire to protect her with their own hands.
Looking at the two young men, Yasthia's earlier indifference towards the ministers melted away, replaced by warmth.
She pointed to the vast area that had been sectioned off.
"Activate."
Boom!
A surge of Magical Energy erupted, casting a blinding light that illuminated the entire palace as if it were midday.
There stood ninety-nine towering spires, each adorned with enchanting and magnificent Magic Patterns, each radiating varying degrees of awe-inspiring energy, each twisting and extending like an octopus...
Each one was a Watchtower.
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