Azir. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are only three lonely words, without the domineering prefix of the Millennium King, and the penmanship does not have the domineering Lingyun with iron hooks and silver strokes.

The word list is very rough, like the condensation of yellow sand, revealing a kind of vicissitudes, but the glyph is a little strange, without a trace of the spirit of the dragon and snake.

On the contrary, it seems that the words written by primary school students are serious and neatly written, although they are square, but they are featureless.

Despite this, it is still the most dazzling existence in the entire epic, like an insurmountable curse, traversing the heavenly vault and suppressing the heroes of the heavens for hundreds of generations.

The purple flame in Zhang Chao's vertical pupils jumped slightly, as if he was surprised, but then suddenly.

Of course he knows who Azir is, the last emperor of Shurima, and the ascendant with a bunker in the backstory of League of Legends, but despite this, if he is strong, there are still many who are equal to him, or even surpass him.

The reason why the whole epic has been suppressed by him is only - he is dead, and although he has successfully resurrected the day after tomorrow, at least for now, he is still a dead corpse in a sleeping coffin.

In the long epic, he Azir may be the strongest, but this is the strongest, and he is only the strongest who died.

As Zhang Chao flew towards the mountain-like giant character, an invisible coercion rumbled and exploded, and the moment he came to the mountain-like giant character, a golden light suddenly fell from the sky and shattered on the big character.

The flames were rolling, and a sturdy figure was in the flames, slowly stretching its body like an immortal bird.

"It's been a long time...... he muttered to himself, and the flames turned into air currents and poured along his mouth and nose, exposing his body naked to Zhang Chao.

His figure is incomparably majestic, and under his bronzed skin, his bulging muscles are as if the sun god Apollo had come into the world.

His features were as well-defined as a knife, his eyes were sunken, and his expression was radiant—a very handsome man, and even to describe him as handsome, would have desecrated this peerless countenance.

If it is said that the majesty of the thousand-year-old king Mordecaesar is deeply engraved in his bones, although his appearance is ordinary, but when he is angry, there is no doubt that his majesty will be revealed.

Then Azir's majesty as a king is not only engraved in his bones, but also on his body, every inch of skin, flesh, and bones are engraved with two big words - "Emperor!"

Like the sun in the sky, it is glittering but not exaggerated, but gives people a sense of nobility that interprets luxury to the extreme.

Zhang Chao raised the dragon's head, and then felt uncomfortable doing so, so he flapped his wings and raised his body again, until he was a head taller than Azir, and then stopped, and quietly looked down at the man who was even more handsome than the legendary sun god.

The current Azir obviously hasn't been in ascension mode yet, so he is still in the shape of a human body, not the sunbird that is familiar to earthlings, so his gaze is always a little strange.

"If the earthlings know that Azir, who they nicknamed the Golden Crispy Chicken, actually looks like this, I'm afraid how many people will be shocked. ”

"Dragon ......" Azir raised his head, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, but even if it was a sneer, it was still enough to captivate the country.

"Do you think that if you stand taller than me, you are more noble than the emperor?"

"Even if you are a dragon, you need to look up to the scorching sun!"

He stretched out his hand, and then shook it fiercely, as if holding the sun, and the next moment, an incomparably dazzling light rose in the sky.

"Corona!"

In the midst of that radiance, a round of tomorrow slowly suspended above his head, and the light shrouded his body, and after a moment, the crown slowly fell from it.

It's still golden, but it's like the gap between Zhang Chao's glorious gold and ordinary gold, this kind of gold is simply noble to the extreme, so that people don't dare to open their eyes at a glance, only dare to prostrate in front of his feet.

Zhang Chao looked at him indifferently, his eyes flickered, reflecting the golden light, and then slowly closed his eyes.

"Since you want me to close my eyes, then I'll close them to you. ”

The next moment, as the dragon's eyes closed, the endless dark sky expanded again, like ink dripping into the white paper, making the golden sky no longer have the purity it had at the beginning.

And Zhang Chao's figure also reflected the complete darkness in Azir's suddenly contracted pupils.

The Dragon of the Candle!

The Land of Runeterras does not have the title of the Dragon of the Candle, and Zhang Chao is far from reaching the power of the Dragon of the Candle, but at this time, if he is called, whether it is the Star Casting Dragon or the Sky Dragon, it is no longer applicable.

So he simply changed his name - Candle.

In just two words, he exhausted his desire for power, and he wanted to become a powerful figure like the dragon of the candle on Buzhou Mountain.

Zhang Chao has always been puzzled, where did the predecessors of the time-travelers described in the novels get so much ambition and ambition?

Originally, he was just a small citizen of Shengdou, but suddenly he whimsically wanted to be the emperor, which is as ridiculous as a farmer talking about the emperor's household is just a golden hoe.

But at this moment, he really longs for power, maybe readers who don't have discipline will answer at this time, "I crave Mao power, I crave milk Z", but this is really true, it is really his heart.

Just like maybe many people are unambitious nowadays, just thinking about having enough money to spend, but what if it is changed to those men whose girlfriends are taken away by the big boss?

It is of course inappropriate to use this metaphor to substitute Zhang Chao, but it also explains his mood at this time to a certain extent.

He didn't want to have such regrets anymore, although Qin Han was not his lover, but an innocent little girl died because of him like this, that sense of guilt and powerlessness, like a devil, made his heart shattered, even if he was reorganized again, he would no longer be the same person as before.

Azir closed his eyes, and the darkness made him feel a little shocked, but then there was a kind of heartfelt joy when no one met a chess opponent.

"You're strong, dragon, even among adult dragons, you're one of the mightiest ones. ”

"I don't know if the dragons of this era are still brilliant, but follow me, and you will be glorified and sit on half of the world!"

He sent out a solicitation, which was the instinct that an emperor showed when he met a talent.

Zhang Chao's eyes were still tightly closed, and he didn't say a word, as if he was really seriously contemplating something.

After a moment, he said, "Can you bring the dead back to life?"

"This ......" Azir muttered, of course he knew that the resurrection Zhang Chao was talking about was by no means the use of treacherous necromancy to transform the dead into ugly undead, so he hesitated slightly, because he knew that he couldn't do it.

Zhang Chao sneered: "Then I don't want anything from you, so let's fight, the so-called emperor." (To be continued.) )