In an empty training ground, the sound of soldiers practicing with the generals echoed. Accompanied by Sivir, Azir watched the soldiers from the high platform of the building in the distance.

"Sivir, how do you think of these soldiers compared to those of other countries?" With his hands behind his back, Azir asked nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Sivir, who didn't care about these things, glanced at the soldiers, and then said lightly: "It's similar to the soldiers of other countries, but it's just ......."

When it came to the end, she stopped, as if it was a little difficult to say inconveniently.

Azir's nonchalant expression moved slightly, and he said calmly: "But what is it?"

Seeing Azir's question, Sivir also said calmly: "But compared to the lowest-level undead and demons in Shadow Island, these soldiers are too weak."

Weak? Hearing Sivir's words, Azir's eyes narrowed slightly, faintly revealing a hint of anger. Whatever the reason, such words coming from his bloodline made him angry.

A faint quicksand magic leaked out, mixed with a hint of rage. But in the next second, Azir suppressed his anger and asked calmly again, "Where is the weakness?"

Sivir didn't think too much about it, and blurted out directly: "The physique of human beings has an inherent disadvantage compared to demons and undead, and even if ordinary humans are trained to be strong, they cannot be the opponent of demons and undead, unless there are some special means to strengthen them."

Azir stared at the soldiers in the distance for a few moments, and then said, "I also have desert wizards under me, and these are all mages who control magic."

Sivir smiled noncommittally: "Azil Ancestor, although they can do magic and can fight the lowest-level demons and undead, but as far as I know, those desert wizards under your command don't seem to have any stronger mages than me, but there are many non-demigod demons stronger than me among the demons of Shadow Island, do you expect those desert wizards who are less than half of your soldiers to take on the task of fighting against Shadow Island?"

After Sivir finished speaking, Azir suddenly released his coercion, and a pair of eyes stared at her coldly. Seeing that Sivir's expression did not show the slightest panic or fear, Azir knew that he could not scare his direct bloodline.

With a long sigh, Azir restrained his coercion, stared at Sivir and said, "You are not afraid of me, and you still say that my soldiers are not good."

Sivir smiled: "You are my ancestor, and I have not made a mistake, so of course I am not afraid that you will punish me."

Azir also laughed: "Then how can you make these ordinary soldiers fight against those demonic undead?"

Asked by Azir, Sivir raised his head slightly and looked at Azir for a moment, before lowering his head and thinking.

After a while, Sivir's face was slightly heavy and said: "As far as I know, in some ancient texts, it is recorded that ten thousand years ago, the physique of ordinary humans could even compete with the former overlord of this world, the Void Visitor, but I don't know why the physique of ordinary humans is so weak now."

Under Azir's gaze, Sivir paused and continued, "I have a friend who is the daughter of a researcher at Piltover Hextech, and the blueprints her parents left her are said to be weapons and armor against demons and undead."

Azir was stunned and said, "There is such a thing?"

Unexpectedly, her Azir ancestor would also show a stunned expression, and Sivir pursed his lips and replied with a smile: "Well, but it only exists in the drawing design stage at present, and it has not yet been made."

Azir became interested in the drawings that Sivir was talking about, and he said softly, "Sivir, can you ask that friend of yours to provide this armor and weapons for my soldiers?"

Sivir blinked and said with a smile: "At present, Piltover is in an alliance relationship with Bilgewater, Ionia, Noxus, Demacia, and Zaun, if the drawings are completed, they should be supplied to the people of these countries in batches, and if you want to obtain your power, I am afraid you must join the alliance first."

Azir naturally knew that Sivir wanted him to go to Ionia as soon as possible to become one of the countries of the Alliance, but now that Shurima was divided, he was not in the mood to join that Alliance.

He flatly refused: "Don't mention this matter again, wait until I unify Shurima."

Seeing Azir's face change, the intelligent Sivir immediately changed the topic and said, "Ancestor Azir, I don't know if you are still interested in the solar disk?"

With a twinkle in his eyes, Azir was clearly still interested in the solar disk. But instead of acting too excited, he replied casually, "What, you have a clue to the solar disk?"

Nodding noncommittally, Sivir said solemnly, "Well, Ancestor Azir, you should have a golden key in your hand, right?"

As soon as he heard Sivir's words, Azir roughly understood that the solar disk was related to his golden key, and he nodded.

Seeing Azir's head, Sivir smiled and took out the parchment scroll she had obtained earlier in Amumu's tomb and unfolded it in front of Azir.

Repeating what she had said to Elise to Azir, Sivir was still reserved and did not tell Azir the secret that she also had the Golden Key.

Azir pondered for a moment after listening to Sivir's story, and asked, "Are you sure the demon named Elise has gone?"

The smile on Xavier's face gradually replaced by a solemn expression, she nodded heavily, and replied: "Well, but there are no visions now, and there is no progress on the demons who want to come to the Shadow Island, but just in case, Xavier still advises the Ancestor to go to the true burial place of the Sun Disk as soon as possible."

Azir agreed with what Sivir had said, and he felt the need to leave for the true burial place of the solar disk as soon as possible.

As soon as Sivir came back, he brought him such good news, and Azir was still sincerely happy, and it seemed that Sivir, as his descendant, was still on his side.

Feeling the close blood connection between the two, Azir smiled softly, "We'll leave tomorrow morning for the burial place you said."

Xavier rolled his eyes and said, "Ancestor Azir, can you bring Ye Feng and the three of them again?"

Azir smiled indifferently: "This is naturally okay, by the way, Xiwei, you and Ye Feng will get married in seven days, and I will hold a grand wedding banquet for you at that time."

As soon as he heard that Azir was going to hold a wedding banquet for himself and Ye Feng, the originally calm Sivir felt a mess in his heart. Pretty blushed slightly, and she said in a hurried tone: "Ancestor Azir, Ye Feng and I are not the kind of relationship you imagined, don't get involved in our affairs!"

"You don't like him?" Azir apparently hadn't expected Sivir's reaction to be so big, and he was suspicious.

"No, Ye Feng doesn't know that I like him yet!" was continuously questioned by Azir about Ye Feng, Rao is Xiwei's temperament, and his thoughts are somewhat messy.

Azir said domineeringly: "I'll just go and tell him, I don't believe that he dares to refuse to be the husband of the princess of the Shurima Empire!"

"Ancestor Azir, don't make a mess, we will take care of the matter between me and Ye Feng ourselves!"

Azir's heart became more and more irritable, and Sivir, who couldn't calm down, just wanted to be alone at the moment. She blushed and stomped her feet, and without saying hello to Azir, she fled in a panic.

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