Frequently using magic is just a habit that Lin Wen uses casually.

Magic is really convenient. To deal with beings that are weaker than yourself, you only need to raise your hand and summon the magic power to easily defeat the enemy.

Therefore, gradually, Lin Wen rarely fought with anyone with his sword.

But when it comes to real fighting, Lin Wen has always relied on his powerful body and extreme movement speed.

The last time you had a hand-to-hand fight with someone was when you beat Elo Yin who was blessed by Naga Kapoulos?

In that state, Lin Wen, who was running with all his strength, was no slower than when he was flying using wind magic.

Just like now, Lin Wen appeared behind Swain with just a little force on the soles of his feet.

"Quack!"

Swain did not react, but Lin Wen's hand was already grabbing his shoulder.

But at the moment when Swain was about to touch him, the six-eyed crow on Swain's shoulder squawked, and a force stronger than Swain appeared from the six-eyed crow, and then, Swain

Demonic power appeared around Swain, and the blood-red magic energy turned into crow wings, wrapping Swain tightly.

Then, it exploded violently.

"Boom!"

"Hiss hiss"

This time, the boiling sound from the surrounding rune iron was even louder.

Lin Wen held the sword in one hand, flipped his wrist, and the storm sword danced into a silver-white shield.

"you are the same with me?"

Swain said in shock.

The last time he was so shocked was when he saw the girl dancing her blade in the crowd and performing a moving murderous dance.

"Ram."

Swain whispered the demon's name and controlled this powerful demon.

He raised his hand, and the six-eyed crow standing on his shoulder flew to his arm.

And two dark, bloodshot wings also appeared behind Swain.

Getting bigger and bigger.

Swain's face gradually became illusory.

"I'm really not from LeBlanc. I'm here to deliver Sion's body, and also to tell you about the Twin Cities Games. I hope Noxus can participate, and allow surrounding small countries and tribes to participate."

Lin Wen held the sword and watched Swain fly in mid-air in the living room.

The burning runic iron around him became more and more boiling.

If this continues, it is estimated that Swain's demonic power will explode the rune iron, and then Lin Wen will be able to use magic again.

"How about we sit down and talk? You see, your plan also failed. It's not easy for you to capture me."

"I have to try," Swain said.

Swain frowned when he saw Lin Wen still saying such things at this juncture.

He is obviously so powerful and has the honor of being the patron saint of the twin cities, but why is he so poor-mouthed?

Swain felt that Lin Wen didn't look like a warrior at all. If a guy like this were placed in Noxus, he would probably have no strength, but his position would never be high.

Because he looked too lazy, and bloody Noxus would not accept such a person.

Climbing up on other people's bodies, stepping on other people's heads to ascend to the throne, this is the way for Noxians to survive, but this guy

"Take it easy, the Myrdalda family's castle is not big enough for you and me to demolish."

Lin Wen looked at Swain's appearance and raised the storm sword in his hand.

I wonder if I can beat Swain without using Ascended mode?

Lin Wen thought so

The head of Midarda's family was waiting outside, waiting for the exchange between Swain and Lin Wen to end.

Sipping a cup of black tea shipped from Piltover, he sat elegantly at the door of the manor, holding a piece of candy in his mouth, drinking tea and blowing in the cool night breeze.

Then

"Boom!"

"Oh my God!" screamed the woman fanning him.

Under the loud noise, the head of the Myrdalda family stood up instantly, raised his head and looked at a castle not far away.

That's his castle.

However, now, the head of the Myrdalda family only saw a strange light, like a sword light penetrating through the roof of the castle.

The roof of his castle collapsed!

Just when the owner of the Midarda family was dumbfounded, another "croak" sound seemed to appear next to his ears. It was not the cry of a frog, but the hoarse cry of a raven.

Then, on the side of the castle, several huge blood-red thunderbolts blew up the walls, and large rocks hit the ground.

Then, a figure with a sword rushed into the castle.

The head of the Myrdalda family recognized him. He had previously asked Linwen Lorante to wear more clothes, so the man wearing a short shirt and holding a sword could only be Mr. Lorante.

But what is he doing?

Who is he fighting?

Is this demolishing my home?!!

Waiting for a moment, the head of the Midarda family was suddenly startled. It was not surprising that the patron saint of the twin cities had such strength, but the people who were in the same room with him

The next moment, his expression changed.

It's that loser who's been called a loser for a year, Swain.

At this time, the guards of the Midarda family ran over.

"Master, there are soldiers asking you what happened."

With a gloomy expression on his face, the head of the Myrdalda family lowered his head.

After a moment, he raised his head and said with a smile:

"Go and tell them that Midarda is researching the latest alchemical bomb. It is very safe, so they can rest assured."

"yes."

Medalda clicked the ring on her hand, thought about it, and said again: "Melis, ask the mage in the family to come over quickly and cast magic that can cover up the sight and hearing."

"Yes, Master."

A whole hour.

The astonishing noise just stopped.

The head of the Myrdalda family looked at his proud castle.

One of the symbols of the Myrdalda family

Now, it has become a ruin.

In front of him, a large number of mages stuck out their tongues and panted.

""

Seeing that the movement stopped, the little old man walked toward the castle on crutches.

Ten minutes later, Midarda looked at the room with all the skylights open and only one door left.

""

"Dongdongdong."

"Who?" came a weak voice from inside.

"It's me, Mr. Laurent," the head of the Myrdalda family said.

"Ah, please come in."

The act of pushing open this door is like taking off your pants and farting.

But the aristocratic etiquette still requires the little old man to inform before entering.

After entering the door, the little old man was stunned when he saw the situation in front of him.

"Jellicoe, Laurent, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, we couldn't help ourselves when we were talking." Lin Wen, who was shirtless and half of his body was black, said with a smile.

The little old man was sure that he smelled a strong smell of roasted meat on Laurent's body.

"Don't worry, sir, I will make up for all your losses."
To be continued...