In fact, it's not as simple as Azir's incompetents.

The reborn emperor had no one to use at all, only an empty city to accompany him.

Most of those who gathered on the outskirts of the capital came for water, and many of them would rather stay outside the walls for the night than go into the city if it weren't for the sandstorms.

They feared that if the city could rise, it would sink again, burying all those who stayed in it.

The glory of Shurima seems to have been forgotten in time, and Azir waits in the main hall for a true man of aspiration to come to him, and he will personally crown the first man.

But the reality is cruel, a few days have passed, let alone walking into the main hall, and there are not even many people who have the courage to enter the city.

Ten years can already create a huge generation gap between two generations, let alone three hundred years, the huge era gap makes him a little overwhelmed for a while, familiar in the city, but there is no familiar person.

Of course, an empire cannot be built by one person, and even a shrewd emperor needs the assistance of his ministers, and these need to be cultivated from scratch.

Faced with this scenario, the arrogant Azir had to relax his conditions and hire a few opportunistic mediocre talents, just because they had the courage to walk in front of him under the gaze of countless silent sand soldiers.

Before the great empire was on track, news of a traitor came from the end of the East.

Azir, who was a tiger breeder, knew that he could not repeat the mistakes of the past, but because there was no one to use, he could only lead his troops to defeat Zelas himself.

The capital was left by him as a safe haven for those people, and there were sand soldiers stationed there, and those fart people couldn't make any waves.

……

"So now I'm going to stay with you and wait for Azir to arrive?"

Sivir paced in place, her plans disrupted, her goal lost, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

"Yes, wait. Or you and I will organize a sneak attack to weaken Zelas first and pave the way for His Majesty's arrival. ”

Nasus glanced at the gloomy sky, his gaze seeming to see through the haze and see where the witch was.

"Why are you taking me? Can't you go on your own? Sivir hugged his chest and didn't give the other party a good look.

"The weapon in your hand is the key to sealing the Ascension, I am helpless without it, and only you with the Ascension Bloodline can activate its power, and the witch spirit can only be terminated through your hands."

Sivir had heard Nasus say something similar several times before, and each time he couldn't help but sigh at the fact that creation made people.

She doesn't have the heart to be a brave man, but fate wants her to be a brave man and a princess at the same time, what a naughty joke.

"Isn't this just a matter of course?" Jeno muttered quietly.

"Do you have a strategy in mind? You can't just go straight to it, right? Zelas won't be beaten in vain. ”

"It's up to me to break through head-on to create opportunities, and you seize the opportunity to sneak up and cut off the chains on his body."

The terrible power of the witch spirit survives because of the chains that seal him, and Zelas's spirit is immortal, and his magic will naturally disintegrate without the chains and unties, without a container for water.

"That's your strategy? I thought it was so clever. Zelas is now brighter than the sun, and before I can see him, he will be blinded by a flash of lightning and killed, can you think of a more reliable solution? ”

Sivir had caught a glimpse of the spirit competing with the sun from afar on the sea, and as if she were facing a god, she couldn't afford to do anything about it.

Is this really something that mortals can fight against?

At the same time, Jeno's palms suddenly clenched.

He wanted to take Cana with him, but the plan was too hasty for him to do without saying so.

Nasus made it clear that chains were Zelas's weakness.

Others may not think so deeply that the game is over when the chains are broken, but Jeno notices that things are far from that simple - if the cup breaks, then where does the water in it go?

Zelas contains a huge amount of energy in his body, mixing the three energies of astral energy, witch energy and Hex, if a gap is opened rashly, then the already unstable energy will definitely not slowly spread into the air, but will gush out in the form of an explosion, and then the entire Piltover will be flattened by this energy explosion, just like the explosion of Shurima who died at a young age of three thousand, or even surpassing.

Nasus may have known the consequences, but it was not unacceptable to abandon a long-separated city-state for the sake of Forrima.

But Jeno, as Lady Piltward, would not allow such a situation to happen, and the battle would have to be fought, but Zelas had to be lured as far away as possible from Lippi City.

Therefore, he would never agree to launch a sneak attack directly in Piltover, but fortunately, Sivir rejected the offer on his behalf.

"Then we have to wait." Nasus squinted as he walked past the crowd and walked into the chaos with his tomahawk in hand.

A few mortals around Sivir he had already noticed. Their help can be useful if it is placed in the midst of human struggle. But on the battlefield of the Ascendant, weak mortals are embarrassed to be of great use, with the exception of a centurion named Sejax.

Nasus had heard of a special case from the Ascendants who had participated in the Battle of Acacia, where a mortal had smashed the head of an Ascended with an ordinary bronze battle axe.

Jeno watched as the tower of the Desert Reaper vanished into the haze, thinking that he finally had a chance to do what he wanted.

He pulled out his communicator and tried to contact Camille.

But as he had expected, the communication had malfunctioned - all devices powered by Hex Crystals were rendered unusable.

Jeno turned his head to look at the others, and faces flashed in front of him, and the face of a certain person flashed in his mind, and he did not catch it, and then forgot it in the back of his mind.

Finally, he looked at Oriana's upper body (floating in the air around the former's neck), and then locked his gaze on the face of Taliyah, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"Taliyah, it's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Jeno." He generously stretched out his right hand.

"I know you, Orianna talks a lot about you, can I hold your left hand?"

Taliyah was clearly more interested in Jeno's prosthetic leg, and Jeno switched to her left hand as she wished, and shook it with him.

"I heard that you have a master in Ionia who is well versed in the way of the wind, and it just so happens that I also know a spellcaster who drives storms, and I would like to introduce her to you, maybe it will help you become more proficient in mastering the power of the elements."

"Really? That's great! ”

While Taliyah was cheering for this, something unexpected happened in her hands.

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