"What's the matter," Daji next to him asked with concern.

"Nothing." Arthur replied casually, and then looked through the forest at a height of thousands of meters.

There's a stupid bird there, attacking the Endless Eye.

It's really speechless.

Did it think that bulging body would be delicious?

In a fit of rage, he was about to activate the Endless Eye and kill the stupid bird, but at that moment, he suddenly saw something hanging from the falcon's chest, glittering in the early morning sun, attracting his attention.

That's a badge!

The pattern of the badge is very complicated, but the most conspicuous mark, an eagle with its wings outstretched and overlooking everything, and the sword and shield mark under the eagle, such a prominent mark, almost instantly opened the floodgates of Arthur's memory, and made him forcibly stop the idea of launching a ray and killing this beast with long eyes.

The beast was still stupidly unaware that he had already been beaten from the gates of hell, completely unaware of the danger coming, and two sharp claws fiercely slashed across the surface of the Endless Eye, but how could the great magic weapon from the hands of the famous alchemist Victor be easily damaged by a falcon.

Not even if it's not an ordinary falcon.

A falcon that has something to do with Demacia?

At this time, Arthur's thoughts had not yet turned to the famous Ranger Demacia Wings.

After all, this is the real Lorain world, and many of the backgrounds here are exactly the same as in that well-known game, and how did he know that this world could be related to the Wings of Demacia by bumping into a falcon, how could there be so many coincidences in this world.

He was only able to determine that the falcon in front of him had a certain relationship with Demacia, otherwise the falcon would not have had this kind of medal on it.

Arthur's mind moved, and he stopped his actions, and instead let a puff of red flames emerge around the Endless Eye, and the stupid bird Hua Luo, who was burned by the high temperature of the flames, let out a sharp chirp, dodging in a hurry, and then the Endless Eye activated the stealth function, and disappeared from Hua Luo's vision in an instant.

After that, the stupid bird Hua Luo was still shooting around in the air with blazing eyes, looking for traces of the enemy who had offended "it" just now. But at this time, the Endless Eye had already descended to a low altitude and began to strafe the forest in front of him.

Hey! Demacia? Freljord, he finally had some idea of where he had been.

He followed into the forest, and soon spotted a small group of soldiers approaching him in the forest path.

The soldiers were dressed in thick uniform leather armor and held great axes and swords in their hands, but, to his surprise, he also found a familiar tube on the back of the soldiers, it was a gun!

Muskets?

Which country's soldier is this, he never thought that it had only been a few years? Has the gun he invented been widely equipped to such an extent?

Arthur can't help but feel applauded for the leaders of this group of soldiers!

How far-sighted these fellows must have been to discover in such a short time the superiority of the musket as a weapon in a large-scale war between ordinary people!

And, if he guessed correctly, this group of soldiers would not be the soldiers of Demacia, although he has never known much about Demacia, but Demacia's attitude towards mages and magicians is well known on the continent, it is the world of the Church of the Lord of the Dawn, and the Cult of Light and knights rule the country.

It is conceivable that the soldiers of such a country would not easily accept muskets from the magic technology made by the untrustworthy.

And Freljord? The Freeldroders of the north should still be in the age of the wild tribes, and the tribes of the permafrost tundra are fighting each other, and they cannot create such a small group of warriors with uniform weapons.

Then in the end, it is not difficult to guess the background of the warrior in front of you, it is a Noxian!

His enemies!

It turned out to be his enemy, the people of the Noxian Empire, who first discovered the role of the musket and began to equip his soldiers with this weapon on a large scale.

This is undoubtedly not good news for other countries on the continent.

Arthur began to worry.

Arthur's guess was correct, and the patrol quickly spotted them, forming themselves in battle formation and rushing out of the gap in the forest to surround them.

They drew their swords in their hands, and some took off the muskets behind their backs, and aimed them at Arthur and the others, and they saw the mage robes on Arthur's body:

"Who are you, where are you from, report your name and origin! Let the officers of the Empire decide whether you should be here or not. ”

The Noxian squad watched cautiously.

Here, on the battlefields of Demacia and Noxus, these few people who appear make people feel weird.

You must know that since a few months ago, the nearby land for hundreds of miles has been surrounded by soldiers of the Noxian Empire, a mage, and a woman, such a combination should not appear here at this time.

Especially when there are so few followers around.

The attack of the Noxian Imperial army on Irwindale is imminent, and any similar strange situation should be stopped.

They are not afraid of mages.

If it were a mage in normal times, it would be impossible for these soldiers to dare to point their swords at the mage in any case, the power and social status of the spellcaster were higher than other professions in the Loland world at any time, and no matter what country they were in, the mages were part of the ruling class.

Once any mage gets angry, they can't eat and walk around the low-level officers and soldiers.

But this situation has changed in the last two years, and since the Empire's weapon, called the musket, began to be massively equipped in the army, the dignity of the casters in the Empire has been seriously challenged.

A full-fledged mage can easily take out a small squad of soldiers, yes, this is the previous balance of power on the continent.

However, in just a few years since the rise of this weapon called the musket, the situation has changed radically.

A small squad of well-trained musketeers, paired with sword and shield soldiers and fierce samurai, can turn the balance of power between warriors and spellcasters.

In just a few years, countless casters who were unaware of this had fallen to the terrifying power of muskets.

The musket is a simple weapon with a range comparable to that of the best archers, and the bullets are powerful enough to pose a deadly threat to the low-level spellcasters.

And the most important thing is that the training of a musketeer is far simpler than any professional warrior on this continent needs, in the Luolan continent, it takes a real archer to form a formal professional for about ten years, this is a profession that requires talent, and a musketeer, does not need any talent, even if they were originally just serfs with agricultural tools in their hands, after a certain amount of training, they can form combat power.

This caused the Noxian Empire's combat power to swell rapidly, and those farmers who could not hold swords or shields in the past and were not qualified to become professional soldiers at all could become terrible warriors.

Although the status of the spellcasters in Noxus has not decreased significantly, anyone with a discerning eye can see that if the status quo continues like this, one day, a clay leg with a musket will dare to roar at the mage apprentice who used to be worshipped.

That day is not far off.

Something far-reaching is taking place within the country.

This squad leader can feel it.

Therefore, he didn't mind embarrassing the mage master in front of him in the middle of the battle, this mage master might have needed them to bow down a few years ago, and he needed them to step forward and kiss the land they had stepped on.

But that has changed.

Right now, if this mage didn't bow his head, he was confident that he could even kill them on the spot, and the muzzles of three muskets in his squad were aimed at him!

This is a mortal threat!

Under the threat of their lives, the dignity of the noble mages is not much higher than that of the poor, and this clever squad leader has long understood this truth.

He learned this when he rushed into a mage guild with his legionnaire leader, and his legionnaire struck off the head of the mage's guild president with a musket in front of everyone.

The feeling is intoxicating.