"I can let my sand soldiers protect you now, but my sand soldiers can't protect you for the rest of your life," Azir said, "and one day, you'll need to face the crisis yourself, save yourselves, and even let you save me (although it's very unlikely that will happen). Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Fly, no, Your Majesty Azir, I will follow you," said a pious soldier to his knees at this time.

With this soldier taking the lead, all the survivors expressed their willingness to follow Azir, who smiled and said, "In that case, then come with me, and take you with me, Azir, the Emperor of the Ancient Shurima, the power of the Sun Ascendant!" ”

The staff swung into the sky, and the two Celestial Steps floating behind Azir seemed to demonstrate, the solar disc behind them spinning slightly, emitting a bright golden glow. The surrounding sand soldiers raised their spears in their hands, just like the soldiers of the ancient Shurima Empire celebrated thousands of years ago.

Azir, once again, seems to have had his own people, people who are willing to follow their own brilliant path of greatness.

"If you follow me, you are also following fate!"

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The dividing line of space-time

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Silver Source pioneers created the world, the third Valoran continent, Demacia

The silver sword slashed through the air, stabbing out quickly, constantly changing, like a deadly flower blooming, and the air was driven by the swift sword, following the blade, leaving pale white marks in the air.

Suddenly, the sword shook and became extremely stiff, and the strength that had just accumulated in the air exploded, and the silver sword turned into tiny pieces in the air and fell to the ground.

Fiona stroked her left abdomen and staggered two steps forward, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

A hint of despair flashed in the martial artist's eyes, and the shattered hilt of the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and as the hilt fell to the ground, it seemed that the martial artist's mind also fell to the bottom, and the usual confidence in his eyes disappeared.

Fiona remembered the duel before-

Originally, the two were evenly matched, but even if she knew that her opponent was a mechanical lifeform with a hard body, Fiona did not take a step back; But, but the opponent, that terrible guy:

(Not so long ago, the Royal Arena of Demacia)

The mechanical swordsman pulled out his long sword from the mechanical joint behind it, and two rows of cracks spread out on both sides of the long sword's blade, and orange particles overflowed from it.

Holding his long sword in both hands, he spun it in a circle in the air and handed it to his right hand, which rested the sword on his shoulder with his right hand and pointed at Fiona with the other, in his trademark pose.

The air flow around him gushed out like a fountain, and his figure swelled forward, almost flashing in the air, and he had already come to the body of the mechanical swordsman, and the bayonet sword in his hand stretched forward and stabbed at the opponent in front of him.

The mechanical swordsman waved the long sword in his hand casually, and the orange particles attached to the surface of the sword spread out, forming a huge wind shield, after swinging this wind shield, he shook his hand flexibly, and the sword turned in the air, blocking Fiona's bayonet, and turned around with another sword, slashing horizontally at Fiona's neck.

Fiona sensed the crisis, her body jerked away from the suppression of the surrounding gas, and instantly flashed behind the mechanical swordsman, and with a beautiful turn, the stabbing sword stabbed at the back of the mechanical swordsman.

Several spouts suddenly appeared behind the right shoulder of the mechanical swordsman, and orange particles spewed out from it, forcibly twisting the mechanical swordsman's body, dodging Fiona's bayone, while the long sword in front of him continued to slash at Fiona's body.