The crows slowly dispersed, but the stage play in Noxus had just begun...

Ryan looked out the window at the view, smiling with unstoppable determination.

After a few moments, the door to the council chamber was pushed open again.

"Hey! Mr. Speaker! ”

This time it was Ezreal who was full of energy, and his face was full of extreme joy, and he couldn't help but say when he saw Ryan:

"Can I really host a world-class launch event in the Immortal Fortress?"

"The world-class press conference will be broadcast live across the country in a magical way." Ryan said bluntly.

"Oh, that's great!"

Ezreal was almost overwhelmed with excitement.

He's going to be famous, and he's still a speaker at a world-class press conference.

Of course, he would not be naïve to think that his current self could be the protagonist of the press conference.

However, this is the first step to his fame, and he must prepare well!

"Thank you, Mr. Ryan, to Council Trefary, and to the Empire for giving me this opportunity..."

As Ryan looked at him, he uttered a barrage of words praising the Empire like a bean.

"About Wazuan's deeds—" Ryan smiled.

"I understand! I found Wazuan alone under Zaun, and because Zaun and Piltover were divided, I had to entrust the news to the Empire. "Ezreal is very good.

As long as it involves something related to his fame, his mind will be unusually clear.

"More than that, this thing is for you."

With a wave of Ryan's hand, a fiery red artifact on the council's round table flew towards Ezreal.

"It's... A stone plaque in a building in Wazooan. ”

Ezreal recognized it at once, it was a treasure he had brought back from the ground.

After they left the underground, it was fortunate that Ryan's reminder prevented the fate of the stone plaque being melted.

God knows that under the direct sunlight, the stone tablet will be destroyed directly. The Shurima also claim to be the descendants of the sun...

"It's just... The words seem to be different? ”

Ezreal was a little speechless, although he couldn't understand the ancient Shurima text on it, but at least it certainly had nothing to do with the previous one, and even the only word he recognized was Ozra Vazuan.

"The gods are not real gods, but a group of false gods who use magic. Magic will eventually ruin everything, there is no justice and the sun at all, and we have been deceived. ”

Ryan read the text aloud, saying it in ancient Shurima and in the lingua franca.

Ezreal's mouth widened as he listened, he didn't understand why Ryan was doing this.

What kind of prophecy from heaven, isn't this what Ryan wrote on the spot?

"According to the above reading, it will be stored in the Explorer's Guild for everyone to see." Ryan's words were confident.

"Ahh Will it be discovered? Ezreal was a little worried.

"Everything is true." Ryan said.

The stone tablet is real, and the words on it are also in ancient Shurima script, and the first half of that passage said that the Ascension God said, no, maybe it should be called a certain dark descendant.

According to the Noxian historians, the Darkspawn was corrupted by the Void and murdered by the Star Spirits, who claimed to be gods.

In the end, almost all of the Ascended Beings who participated in the Void War were sealed in weapons, and they could only come back to life if they relied on their hosts.

These losers are called the Dark Descendants by later generations.

And the second half of the sentence is partly from Noxus's point of view, partly from Ryan's processing, and partly a true portrayal of the people who mostly suffered from the rune war.

In Demacia, for example, they were founded by a group of people who had been destroyed by the world's runes, who hated demonic magic and regarded magic as an enemy.

All the messages of the prophecy are mixed together to create some interesting effects that will set the stage for the Empire's future plans.

Prophecy is never what is meant to happen, and what seems to be an inevitable result is actually the product of the joint efforts of those who believe and say it.

Everything happens by accident.

"What about the sun? Doesn't the sun corrode it? Ezreal raised a new question.

He didn't have an idea of the lines above, the empire gave him so much, there should always be some feedback.

Anyway, Oshra Vazuan's discovery is already his ironclad credit.

"The stele is magically strengthened and will no longer be eroded by the sun. It happened to be the day of admissions at the War College, and I hope your launch will get off to a good start. ”

After Ryan finished speaking, the figure slowly faded, and finally dissipated into the council chamber.

......

Admissions Day at the War College.

The news of the establishment of the academy in Noxus has attracted the attention of the forces of the Rune Continent.

The meaning of the name of war is obviously not so simple.

"Alas... It's boring, I hope there will be more interesting people today. ”

In the admissions office of the War College, Seraphine sat on the edge of her stage, shaking her feet boredly, looking out at the long queue outside the door.

The first batch of academies admitted only three kinds of people, namely the national meritorious, the first-class elders, and the gifted.

And today's main admissions officer is none other than her, because of her unique talent, she is responsible for all admissions.

Thanks to the ability to hear soul songs, she only needs to stop at the admissions office to get a rough idea of who should be recruited.

"Can I enroll in school too?"

The excited words of a man with a broken arm caught Seraphine's attention, and she floated over and explained softly:

"The academy needs the strength of every Noxian, whether it is your military exploits or your personal knowledge, you are qualified to join the academy, Second Lieutenant Mill."

"Does the Empire really need us?" Mir burst into tears, even in disbelief.

"Second Lieutenant Mill, who has participated in dozens of battles and killed more than 100 enemies, was cut off his right hand holding a weapon during the battle against Demacia, so he had no choice but to retire."

Seraphine had a serious face and reported the exploits of the man in front of her word by word.

Hearing her read aloud, the people in the queue behind cast respectful glances. He looked at the fat son of Ensign Mill's family with envy.

The little boy stood up proudly, he didn't understand what those deeds meant, but he could feel the recognition of his father and the expectations that were placed on him.

"You have brought merit to the Empire, and not only will the child be able to join the Academy, but you will also have the option to become a tutor in the War Department, or become a cadet." Seraphine said.

"Cadets?"

Mir didn't know what else he could learn, and his face was full of doubt.

Seraphine patiently replied, "There are many majors in the college that only admit older people because they have a lot of experience. For example, in the mechanical department, the first batch of students must have experience as craftsmen. ”

The War College was the first systematic academy established in Noxus, and most of the Noxians were inherited from their fathers, even if they studied from an early age, most of what they learned was related to their parents' careers.