Chapter 134: Rowan Vs. Sejuani

The war between mages comes and goes, but it is not like a turn-based game. You move and I move.

The battle between Lux and LeBlanc filled the other side of the main battlefield with a surging elemental atmosphere. Explosions, flashes, high temperatures, and various sounds attracted the attention of the Demacian cavalry and the Freljordians.

But even facing LeBlanc, who was experienced and had tricky and insidious attacks, Lux still surrounded every Demacian with her own magic shield.

If possible, Lux did not want any Demacians to be injured on the battlefield, so she was distracted by maintaining the curved light barrier against all Demacians while fighting LeBlanc.

Brilliance, flash points, spherical light bombs, instant beams of light, all kinds of magic emerged from behind Lux, and the shining secret magic array continued to emerge, hitting LeBlanc without stopping for a moment.

"It's really amazing. How much magic power do you have?" LeBlanc sighed upon seeing this. At this moment, this was her heartfelt feeling.

Because someone like LeBlanc, who has lived for thousands of years, is shocked and frightened for the first time by a girl's talent. How many talents has she gathered in these thousands of years?

LeBlanc really has countless numbers. She only knows that her Black Rose laboratories have never lacked geniuses with magical talents, and those are the children LeBlanc found from all over the Valoran continent. Small training, there are many geniuses among them, possessing weird magical talents, but no matter how talented or dazzling they are, they are now dimmed in front of Lux.

For a mage, talent really determines everything.

Lux was born with huge magical power, but at the age of eighteen, she had already caught up with the old mage who had lived for hundreds of years. Not to mention that aside from the magical power, she still used extremely difficult light magic.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

In response to LeBlanc's question, Lux just snorted. She raised her staff. The original blue eyes on her face had turned into holy white. That was the color that appeared after being rendered by magic. She His body also floated, but the beam of light behind him continued to spurt out.

Lux's magic was like a machine gun spraying towards LeBlanc, and she said loudly: "Let's see who has more magic power, me or you!"

After listening to Lux's words, LeBlanc smiled sweetly and shook her head, but the magic in her hands did not stop.

She can always dodge or dispel Lux's attacks in the easiest way, and then unleash her own attacks.

But facing Lux's faster and faster casting speed, LeBlanc felt troubled, because after all, this was just one of her hundreds of clones. Although it was a clone used for fighting, the magic power it contained was really real. limited.

How long can she hold on to this girl's hand?

And how long can the other party maintain large-scale defensive magic like this and release magic rain?

At this moment, the battle between the two mages on the battlefield has turned into a war of attrition.

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On the main battlefield, Layton flew backwards heavily, but the next second, he stood up immediately and looked at the place that kept shining. The place had become riddled with holes, the snowy mountains were in tatters, and the trees were They were all broken by the violent magic, leaving only a blond girl floating in the air, constantly releasing magic to the surroundings.

Layton showed a wry smile and looked around. He saw the soldiers of Demacia becoming more and more courageous as they fought. The Demacians with extremely high military literacy advanced in a shield formation. Under the protection of Lux's magic, they would not Injuries will not be affected by long-range weapons. Therefore, every soldier will become a hero on the battlefield without worrying about being injured at all.

"Laxana. I never thought you had such a talent."

Layton stood up with emotion. At this moment, he also had doubts about the Forbidden Demon.

If magic is really bad, what's protecting people like them now?

If it weren't for Laxana, soldiers would have suffered sacrifices and casualties, but now everyone in Demacia is alive, and the enemy is constantly decreasing!

Layton thought, and then he shook his head and got rid of his thoughts at the moment.

Yes, now is not the time to think about those things. What he should do now is lead the army to repel the invaders.

So, Layton rushed towards a Freljord soldier in front. The soldier was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, tattered and exuding an unpleasant stench. Layton stabbed forward with his spear, bravely A shot pierced the opponent's body, and then he lifted the opponent high.

"Everyone, form a formation! Advance!"

With Leighton's roar, Demacia's soldiers formed a small team independently. Although they were not from the same military region, and they may not be from the same military, the unity and ability engraved in Demacia's bones at this moment made them Murch's group came together.

This caused a very strange scene to appear on the battlefield.

Because they are obviously the smaller side, but at this moment, on the battlefield, they are actually able to use three people to fight one person. The three people cooperate to put the enemy into their own shield array, and then cooperate to kill each other. .

This is the battlefield technique that Demacia has always relied on to survive!

On another battlefield that was impossible to approach, riding on Brutalmane, Sejuani had noticed that the number of Winter's Claws was decreasing. She pursed her dry and bitter lips, and a trace of regret arose in her heart at this moment.

Demacia was very powerful, beyond Sejuani's understanding.

In her cognition, the southerners were weak. They were trapped in castles, stone houses, and livestock farms. Therefore, the southerners who had not experienced the wind and snow and danger could not beat the Winter's Claws who survived through hardships.

But the current situation told Sejuani that the Winter's Claws were retreating!

And Sejuani also noticed the reason, that is, her soldiers could not cause any harm to the enemy. Was it because of that girl?

A blonde, gorgeously dressed, weak-looking woman actually controlled this war? !

It has been a while since Sejuani became the Warmother of Winter's Claw, but she still doesn't understand what the Warmother is going to do. Now, seeing the number of soldiers in her tribe decreasing, Sejuani felt a little distressed.

It was because of her choice that the number of people in the tribe was constantly decreasing. This... shouldn't be the case!

Sejuani suddenly felt a little confused.

Noticing Sejuani's sudden loss of consciousness, Rowan slashed at Bristle with a sword. The greatsword penetrated the wild boar's body and embedded it. Rowan then pulled out the sword, kicked Bristle's face with his legs, and flew backwards.

Bristle roared, fell to the ground and rolled, and Sejuani was overturned.

"Are you still worried about looking elsewhere?" Rowan raised his heavy sword again and looked at Sejuani seriously.

Rowan would not foolishly have a good impression of the other party just because the other party was a hero in LOL. At the moment, Sejuani was not a hero, but Demacia, and Rowan's enemy.

So Rowan would never hold back. If he could, he would kill Sejuani directly.

In front, Sejuani stood up with her hair loose, then she suddenly raised her hands and slapped her cheeks.

Two red marks on her fair face were very conspicuous. Sejuani took a deep breath, reached out to pick up the hair tie on the ground, first wiped the corner of her lips with the back of her hand, then she tied her hair up, revealing her fair and plump forehead, and looked at Rowan.

Her eyes were full of calmness.

At this moment, Sejuani abandoned the wailing of the people of the Winter Claw tribe. They were warriors, but they held weapons and knew that they would be bloodstained on the battlefield when they went south. The destination of the warriors was to welcome death.

And Sejuani calmed down and threw away all her thoughts.

She no longer thought about what a qualified war mother should do. What she should do now is to tear the man in front of her and bring victory to the Winter Claw.

She is not a war mother at this moment, but a warrior.

Therefore, Sejuani raised her hand and waved to Rowan. On her arm, the flesh was close to the skin, revealing an unhealthy white, which was a sign of malnutrition, but strangely, her muscle lines were very clear and obvious.

The owner of the frost smiled grimly:

"Come again."

Sejuani said.

Rowan paused, then smiled as well.

Now, it's time for the real battle!