After finishing his hairspray, Ezreal came to the Piltover River, thinking that everywhere was on fire, and where there was water, it would be the safest area, so it was most likely to find Jeno along the river.

But in fact, there are very few residents of Picheng who have taken refuge by the river, because at this time, a terrible storm is brewing outside, and people think that it is a vision of heaven and earth caused by the battle of the gods, and they bury their heads and ears like ostriches. I'd rather stick to a hut that might be blown up at any time than go out and find another way out for myself.

Sure enough, while walking along the river, Ezreal's innate treasure-hunting instinct suddenly appeared, and he dared to conclude that there must be some treasure around here!

Ezreal conducted a carpet search nearby, and in the process of searching for the treasure, his mouth did not react, but the gem on his arm guard sent him a message to go somewhere.

He was then guided by the armguards to the middle end of the Piltover River.

Although the weather was bad today, and the dark clouds covered the sun, and the whole of Piltover seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of the divine war, it still could not hide the light of the treasure.

It was a strangely shaped weapon, drowning on the riverbed, shimmering with a sharp chill under the rushing water.

This made Ezreal feel so familiar that he felt as if he had seen this weapon in someone's hands......

"A cross-shaped blade, or a dart? Isn't this Sivir's weapon? ”

He remembered that he had seen Sivir a few times in Zaun, and each time she carried the weapon on her back. And when they found out that Sivir was trapped in the sea of fire just now, there seemed to be something missing in their hands, and they were not used to looking at it. Now that I think about it, I really don't have this weapon.

"This weapon must also be Shurima's ancient holy weapon, right? It's the first time I've seen a holy object that can give birth to a glove, either they're related to each other, or the artifact is more advanced than the glove......" Ezreal pondered as he looked at the Crossblade lying quietly in the river.

Ezreal didn't know Calikar and the story behind it, but he guessed it for a while.

The biggest relationship between the Charikar and the Nazuk Arm Guards is that they are both the Emperor's royal artifacts, except that the former is used by the Ascended Emperor and the latter is used by the Mortal Emperor; And the Calikar is the same as the solar disk, it is an alien object, which can be compared to the Nazuk arm made by later generations with the superficial knowledge studied in the first holy relics?

Another theory is that the solar disk can infuse the power of the sun from the astral energy into the mortal's body, forcibly uplifting it into an ascendant; Calikar has the opposite effect, it can channel the power of the moon into the body of the ascendant or the Darkborn, and remove the power of the astral energy from their body, causing them to be forcibly demoted to mortals.

Thinking about the hostile relationship between the Burning Sun Sect and the Bright Moon Sect on the Giant God Peak, the connection is thought-provoking......

"Sure enough, I'm going to bring this weapon back and return it to Sivir, which is probably as important to her as the gloves are to me. Belch...... said that he left the team to find Jeno, but he didn't expect to have to go to Sivir. Alas, hopefully, Taliyah and the others have saved Sivir from the fire by this time. ”

Ezreal thought about it, but still felt that he couldn't swallow this treasure privately. He was accustomed to using the arm guard biubiubiu to shoot magic light bullets, and he was still a little resistant to suddenly asking him to pick up such a heavy dart.

But after this decision, the problem came again.

The Crossblade sank to the bottom of the riverbed, the water was at least three or four meters deep, and Piltover was not very clean, how could he Ezreal take it out of the river gracefully and without getting wet?

At this time, Ezreal had a commotion in his head: "Can I dodge down and grab the crossblade and flash back in an instant, as long as I am fast enough, the river will not soak me." ”

As soon as the idea was born, it took root in Ezreal's mind and could not be swayed.

It's the first time Ezreal has teleported to coordinates in the water since he got the glove, but he's going to push his limits today!

He poured his magic into the gem on the glove in advance to recharge it, and he reserved enough energy to use the arcane leap twice in a row, and then he didn't even need to hold his breath, and immediately activated the power of the glove!

Ezreal's eyes flashed with dazzling light, and in an instant, he teleported with precision under the riverbed.

Don't look at the haste and urgency of his action, but before he started, he even took into account the fact that his vision would be refracted by the water, and deliberately teleported a little off, otherwise the location of the teleportation coincided with the crossblade, then he would have become a model of death.

After navigating through the swirls of glare, Ezreal woke up in a brief dizziness and reached out to grab the ring in the center of the crossblade, dragging it upwards to return to shore with the gauntlet again.

By the time Ezreal entered the river, he knew he had failed in his challenge, the warm water soaking his entire body in an instant, almost choking on his throat. But he didn't feel bad, because something inconsequential, and it was okay to try it.

But life always surprises you at all sorts of unexpected times.

Ezreal dragged himself autified. He even counted the water surface, the flow velocity, and the temperature, but he didn't calculate that the cross blade was sinking so much as he expected that he couldn't even lift it.

"What is this? Why can't you pull it at all......" A burst of bubbles came out of his mouth, and he tasted the salty taste of the river, and he immediately closed his mouth wisely.

Isn't it his fault for this, the weapon used by the Ascendant is something that a mortal can lift?

He gave up his plan to teleport ashore for the time being, and tried to lift the crossblade with both hands, but this did not have any effect, and the crossblade was lying motionless on the riverbed.

Since he didn't hold his breath when he got into the water, he felt like he was about to suffocate after lifting it for a while, and he decisively launched his gloves through a dazzling whirlpool and fell to the shore with several cubic meters of river water.

"I didn't bring the cross blade, and the hairspray was still dissolved, which really outweighed the loss."

Ezreal, drenched and drenched, gasped for breath and cursed himself for being stupid.

He stared at the cloudy sky, the water droplets on his body quickly evaporating in the scorching air, and the dense steam was disturbed by the wind, turning into a vague but familiar face.

Ezreal thought it was just a hallucination, but the face had passed through the steam and became more solid, indistinguishable from a real person.

Then he heard the face frown at him:

"Ezreal, what are you doing here?"

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