Any wizard who sees Swain as he is now will be shocked by this inhuman power.

Not to mention humans, even the vastayas who are naturally close to magic cannot store such a huge amount of magic in their bodies.

At this moment, Swain stirred the flow of magic between heaven and earth. Such violent fluctuations generally only occur during natural disasters such as earthquakes, storms, and volcanic eruptions.

Throughout the imperial capital, all the mages felt a heavy punch in their chests, and the violent magical disaster disrupted the mages' power.

Swain at the moment is a natural disaster.

...

He stared at the immortal fortress in the distance. The sky above it was completely obscured by crows, and crimson lightning was faintly falling, but he couldn't see anything in the crows.

He clenched the blade in his hand tightly, sweat dripping down, and he was even a little breathless.

A hand on his shoulder: "Don't look there, Tyrone."

Tai Long hurriedly lowered his head, and it was really not that uncomfortable: "General... Should we go and rescue the driver?"

"Don't ask things that shouldn't be asked." The man interrupted Tyrone, "You are a knife, and the knife shouldn't talk too much."

"Yes..." Tai Long didn't dare to disobey the man, but every blade on his body was shaking, making him more and more uneasy.

"Talon," the man said.

"Yes... General."

"The kid you taught Renwu, how did he learn?"

Tai Long was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why the general asked such a question at this juncture: "Yes, follow the general's orders. He has learned well, and he can barely be regarded as a beginner."

"Follow my orders," the man chuckled.

Tyrone didn't understand why the man said that, but he didn't ask.

A knife does not need a long mouth.

...

Elise looked at Crow Storm in the distance, her beautiful face was as cold as ice.

"What the **** is that, how could it be like this!" Elise bit her nails irritably, "I just went to see Darkwill today!"

Elise's perfect face seemed a little distorted at the moment, she knew that someone wanted to usurp the throne.

Elise didn't care who the Noxian Emperor's position belonged to. Anyway, no matter who it was, it was impossible to escape the black rose's control. No one knew better than her how terrible the pale lady was.

But this sudden storm of crows, like a natural disaster, made Elise feel an emotion she hadn't experienced in hundreds of years -- trembling.

"Damn it!" Elise took off her clothes, revealing a beautiful body, and soon, a dark chitinous carapace emerged from under her skin.

She jumped up to the roof, stepping on the spider silk linked between the houses and rushed to the immortal fortress at a speed that no bird could match.

Elise didn't know who the guy who summoned the crows was. She only knew that the person was very dangerous. In normal times, Elise didn't want to conflict with him for no reason.

But Elise still moved.

She can't lose that boy.

...

"F... Lord Vladimir..." Clara knelt beside Vladimir's seat, and there were many colleagues of the Scarlet Secret Society kneeling with her.

Vladimir sat quietly, but his usual leisurely smile disappeared.

"Clara..." Vladimir gently lifted Clara's chin, and the white-haired girl looked up at her master tremblingly.

"Yes... Lord Vladimir..."

"Where do you think... those noisy crows come from?"

"I...I don't know..."

"Yeah..." Vladimir pondered, "Who would know?"

Clara bit the tip of her tongue and swallowed her own blood, the smell of blood calmed her down a bit: "Lord Vladimir, that Luo Ji went to the Immortal Fortress this morning, and now this situation has happened, should we… …”

Vladimir smiled lightly and touched Clara's head gently, like a father and like a brother, making Clara's face show a frenzied obsession: "Don't worry too much, dear, in that fortress , but the pale lady is there."

Vladimir picked up the goblet, and Clara stood up immediately, cut her wrist, and poured blood into the glass, blending a different bright red.

Vladimir took a sip, then shook the glass, watching the liquid inside slowly swirl: "No one can win her."

...

Katarina was abruptly woken up from her coma by severe abdominal pain.

She covered her stomach, took out a small bottle of medicine from her waist bag, and poured it into her stomach.

"Hu... hu..." Katerina wiped her mouth and said fiercely, "Don't think that everything will go as you wish, Luo Ji, Swain."

The pain in Katarina's stomach slowly dissipated, and she had taken a dose of poison beforehand to cope with this situation.

"Swain said that his father did not participate in his plan, which is impossible." Katarina threw the medicine bottle and looked at the crows in the distance, "Benwu is my father's lifelong effort, and he can't teach it without knowing anything. Give it a shot. Swain really didn't kill me, it must be because of my father."

Katerina didn't know why her father was involved in this treasonous plan, but she believed in her father.

Loyal to Noxus, this is what her father taught her since she was a child, and her father must do it for the good of Noxus.

Since father felt that the emperor deserved to die, then he deserved to die.

What made Katerina unacceptable was that her father didn't let her directly participate in this plan. If she hadn't encountered Luo Ji, she might still be an outsider who doesn't know anything.

"Wait, father." Katarina jumped off the roof and rushed towards the immortal fortress. "I'm no longer a little girl, so let me prove it to you."

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crow! All crows! The sky is a crow! There are crows on the ground! All crows!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! He is watching us!

——The ravings of eyewitnesses on the day of the coup d'état in the imperial capital of Noxus

Chapter 172 Troubled Female Mage

Darkwill led Lothar to a secret hall deep underground.

"This is a lonely conference hall...cough..." Darkwill got out of his wheelchair with the help of the attendant and sat on the main seat in the hall, "It's very safe here, you don't have to worry..."

Although Darkwill said so, the thunder of unknown origin did not stop, and Darkwill's face became more and more ugly.

"What happened!" Darkwill said angrily, "Why hasn't anyone come to report it! Are all the guards dead!"

"It's really possible that they are all dead." Lothar thought to himself, and at the same time was a little curious about what means Swain used to make such a big move.

Lothar waited in silence, Darkwill's face getting worse and worse.

They waited for a long time, and finally a commander hurried into the secret hall and knelt in front of Darkwill: "Your Majesty! There are thieves outside! The upper level of the Immortal Fortress has been captured!"

Darkwill was so frightened that he almost fell off the seat. He picked up the incense burner at hand and threw it on Lingbing: "Nonsense! The lonely immortal fortress is impregnable! How could it be breached!"

"Your Majesty! I don't know where a large number of scavenging ravens flew in, and the defensive offensive and guards on the city wall were all paralyzed! There is no way to annihilate the bandit army!"

Darkwill's face turned pale.

"It seems that the pale lady didn't block Swain..." Lothar thought, the ice crystal flying knife slowly taking shape in his palm.

Darkwill grabbed the armrest so tightly that blood oozes from his fingertips: "Impossible... The pale lady..."

Darkwill gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Quick! Let all the cabinet mages come here to escort! And black roses! Let everyone come here!"

"It is... subordinates do not have the authority to convene adults Black Rose..."

"Tell them it's a lonely order!"

"But... now I can't get out of the immortal fortress..."

"Trash!" Darkwill couldn't hold back any longer, he pulled out the sword of the guard next to him and slashed it on the commander's head.

However, Darkwill was not strong enough. Although he accurately slashed into the neck of the soldier, the blade got stuck in it, and blood splashed on Darkwill's face. He was still furious and wanted to cut deeper.

"It's really embarrassing." Lothar no longer hesitated. Darkwill's defeat had already been revealed. Before any mages came to guard him, Lothar decided to take action now.

The ice flying knife in his hand was so thin that it was almost transparent, it cut through the air sharply, and sank into Darkwill's neck.

Darkwill's eyes bulged, the sword raised in his hand stopped abruptly, and blood coughed out of his throat.

"Success." Lothar stopped looking at Darkwill. What he had to face next were the guards who were protecting the emperor.

But the guards were silent, their emperor was slain by Lothar before their eyes, and none of them drew their weapons.

"What's the matter?" Lothar's cold hairs began to stand up.

The guards in the secret hall were silent, and there was no expression on their faces.

Suddenly, they turned their heads towards Lothar in unison, as if their movements were controlled by a single person.

"You shouldn't have done it." All the guards said in unison, "Lothar."

"Lady Pale!" Lothar hurriedly looked at Darkwill, the emperor who should have died was gone, replaced by the female mage wearing a white robe and hood.

The female mage was covered in blood. The blood came from her own. The blood leached from the white robe, dyeing the robe redder and redder.

"Swain hurt her!" Lothar didn't dare to be careless, and while keeping a distance from the female mage, let the ice magic surge wildly on her body.

The female mage raised her staff and tapped lightly on the ground.

The magic power pouring out of Lothar's body was completely dissipated by this inconspicuous knock, not to mention the ice crystals, and even the ice **** could not be summoned.

"Damn it!" Lothar had no choice, he bit his fingertips, blood spilled from his fingertips, and condensed into several blood crystal flying knives in his hands.

The time Lothar practiced blood magic was too short, and he was far from being as proficient as ice magic.

But Lothar didn't have the time to be picky. He threw a knife at the female mage and escaped from the secret hall without looking at it.

Lothar has no intention of fighting against the female mage at all. Her strength is unfathomable. Even if she is injured by Swain, Lothar doesn't think she can beat her.

He ran with all his strength on the stone bridge, and the huge molten pool underground dyed Lothar's sight red.

"Huh... The magic seems to be stable..." Lothar tried to mobilize the ice element, and a little frost condensed from his feet.

An ice crystal ladder rose up on the ground, and Lothar climbed quickly, directly from one stone bridge to another, running towards the ground at the fastest speed.

Now that Darkwill has been shot, Lothar's only choice is to stand with Swain.

As long as he can run to the ground, Swain should be able to shelter him.

What Lothar is most worried about now is whether Darkwill is dead or not.

In other words, is it really Darkwill who was stabbed in the neck by Lothar with an ice crystal flying knife?

Lothar was suddenly shocked, and subconsciously dispelled the magic, the ice stairs under his feet disappeared, and he began to fall down.

A chain flashing with a magical halo emerged from the blind spot of Lothar's field of vision. If Lothar was still on the ice ladder, he would definitely be hit by it.

"It's really dangerous." Sincerely grateful for his intuition, Lothar looked in the direction where the magic chain flew.

It was a female mage. She did not know when she caught up with Lothar and was standing on the stone bridge below Lothar.

"It's really difficult." An ice **** appeared under Lothar, connecting another stone bridge above and below. Lothar slid down from the ice **** and ran towards the other section of the stone bridge.

Lothar had just run to the end of the stone bridge, when another magic chain flew towards his face.

Lothar dared not touch the chain, God knows what kind of strange magic was attached to it.

He turned around, avoided the chains, got into the tower, and sprinted to the ground along the spiral staircase.

The female mage was chasing after her, and the magic chain tried to catch Lothar again and again, but she was reluctantly evaded by Lothar.

"Is it the cause of the injury? Her magic is also affected?" Lothar didn't know why the female mage kept making mistakes, but it was better.

Along the way, Lothar did not encounter a guard of the Immortal Fortress, and they should have been transferred to the ground to fight.

"Huh... finally on the ground." Lothar rushed out of the underground gate, and even the guards who were originally stationed here were completely gone.

"Where is Swain?" Lothar looked out through the window, and the overwhelming crows really startled him. "That old man is really powerful."

Lothar was a little speechless. The last time he saw such a shocking sight was... when the Freljord saw those gods.

But it is different from the feeling when facing the gods. In front of the gods, there is only an endless sense of insignificance, like an ant looking up at a big tree.

But this group of crowstorms, to Lothar, feels more like...

The two... demons facing the blonde girl in Demacia's Forsbarrow

"It's just an illusion..." Lothar dodged another magic chain drilled from the ceiling, and out of the corner of his eye glanced at a crow standing on the handrail of the stairs.

The crow looked at Lothar and quaked twice, then flew upwards.