Squatting down, Azir touched Sivir's cheek with his hand, and then the rough sandy hand slid to Sivir's neck, "Aren't you dead yet, in that case, I naturally won't sit idly by," the other hand also stretched out, picked up Sivir sideways, walked to the lake, and whispered: "With my will, I summon healing manifestations." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In an instant, a piece of the center of the underground lake bulged, and a huge golden bowl rose from the bottom of the lake, and the surface of the bowl flashed with white arcane lines, and the bowl gradually rose above the entire lake, Azir took a few steps back, and then quickly stepped forward, jumped on the edge of the bowl, and put Sivir to his left, Azir tried the liquid in the bowl with his right hand, and the liquid actually changed in an instant, and Azir's dry and sandy fingers became what they were thousands of years ago, what humans should be.

"Hmm," Azir didn't seem to be very satisfied with the effect of the liquid, but he continued to dig his hands into the pool, and in an instant, Azir's other hand was also out of its original dry state, Azir took a handful of water and poured it on his face, and then as if he didn't feel enough, the whole person bowed forward and jumped into it.

A few bubbles bubbled up, and Azir jumped out of the water, but it was no longer what he was just now, and he had changed back into the handsome young king who had been graceful for thousands of years, but this body was just a fake, unyielding consciousness condensed.

Azir didn't care too much about his condition, but carefully hugged Sivir and stepped into the water again, submerging Sivir's bumpy body in the mysterious holy water.

It didn't take long for a trace of blood to appear on Sivir's face, and the wound on his back had healed. Seeing this, Azir let go of his hands and waited for the beautiful mercenary to wake up.

"Ahem~" A bubble overflowed from Sivir's mouth, Sivir sat up, his head came out of the water, wiped his eyes with his left hand, and opened his closed eyelids, revealing the two crystal clear blue pupils.

Xavier took a step back and looked directly at the stranger in front of him, "Who are you?" Sivir remembered that Cassiopeia had fallen into a well, and it seemed that the person in front of him had saved him, "Hello, I don't know if you are?" ”

"Azir, Emperor of Shurima," Azir said haughtily.

Emperor? Does Shurima still have an emperor? Sivir raised a frown and looked at the guy, "Anyway, thank you for saving me." Sivir stood up from the water, her soaked brown bra clinging to her body, framing the perfect, exaggerated curves of her body.

Azir waved his hand and said, "No thanks, after all, you have my blood." ”

"Uh," Sivir shrugged a little speechlessly, probably a conceited little madman.

Azir stepped out of the bowl with one foot, and the sand and gravel on the ground immediately flew up, dragging Azir to continue walking towards it, "Lone, I want to see what this world has become." ”

The sandstone walls above were all separated, revealing the red sun in the sky that overlooked the earth, and Azir, stepping on the sand waves, stopped step by step, as if he wanted to go to the far away. The scene at this time is the same as the scene thousands of years ago, when Azir waited for the ladder of the sun, except that at this time, Azir is a person, and there is no one who can replace him, and no one will betray him, but no one will bless him, regard him as the head, and worship his glory.

Azir sighed softly, expelled his negative feelings, and walked up step by step.

The golden sea of sand stretched as far as the eye could see, and Azir stepped on the ground, "Shurima, has it become like this," Azir's eyes were full of remorse and unwillingness, and finally, it all turned into hatred, hatred for the rebels, the sinners who destroyed the dynasty, and Zelas.

Azir closed his eyes and opened his arms, as if he wanted to hold the whole world in his arms, "Now that I have awakened, then, Shurima, will definitely return, as long as I can complete the ascension ceremony, I will have the strength to bring Shurima back to the top of the world." ”

It was as if for thousands of years, waiting for Azir's words, a golden ray of light shone from the far reaches of the world, directly at the center of the southern desert in Valoran, where Azir stood.

"What's going on~!!" Sivir only felt a sudden light in front of him, and his eyes, which had been accustomed to darkness, were blinded by the sudden light, and he could not see anything.

Sivir hurriedly picked up a handful of water in his hand and poured it on his eyes, only then did he regain his sight, Sivir hurriedly raised his head, and found that a gap opened up by this 'emperor' just now turned into a huge round hole, and the light of the zenith sun shone straight down, and that 'emperor' actually floated in the air!

Streams of golden-yellow light that were almost solid filled around Azir's body, surging towards the interior of Azir's body, and the powerful power of the sun made the surface of the noble ancient emperor's body bright and glowing, like a blazing light bulb.

"Boom~!!" The golden light exploded, the ascension ceremony, and finally completed, and Shurima, Valoran, the most powerful ascendant in the world, was born.

In the power of the holy golden sun, Azir's original eagle head armor was re-condensed, but it was not made of physical objects, but was projected with Azir's newborn divinity, the power of the sun, the god of the sun, the eagle of the sun, and the current condensed body of Azir, fused into a new life form, the Ascendant.

With a metal eagle head, cape-like shoulder armor, six red feather streamers, five fingered eagle claws on the front of his upper arms, and slightly backward calves after mutation, Azir turned into a half-eagle and half-human god body.

The scene before the fall of the empire reappeared, depicted in detail by the yellow sand, and the wind swept up the western sand, recreating the last moment of his city. The sand forms a ghostly apparition that recreates the city's deathbed, and Azir is surprised to see the betrayal of Zelas's plot unfold.

He watched again with gloom as his family suffered misfortune, his empire fell, and his abilities were stolen. But he didn't shed tears, and the Ascendants, a unique species, no longer needed this way of expressing their grief.

Azir sensed that the wizard was waiting somewhere in the world, and he felt the spirit of the witch spirit in the air he breathed.

"Zelas, I will take back my land, take back everything I have!"

However, going to Zeroth for trouble is not what Azir needs to do now, Azir now needs to adapt to this 'future' world thousands of years later, then revive Shurima, and finally seek revenge on this guy when he is fully fledged.