Ezreal flipped his sunglasses over his head and let out a long breath, the hellish place of the Shurima Desert was as disgusting as ever.

It was still Piltover air, Ezreal looked at the old pyramid that was a little twisted in the hot sun, and knocked on one of the dilapidated stone doors of the pyramid, and a hollow sound was transmitted to the depths, like a small splash of water thrown into the water of a small pebble.

After a long time, when Ezreal was a little impatient to smash the dilapidated stone door, the stone door finally moved. It slid to the side with an unpleasant snapping sound, stone chips kept falling, and a cold smell of decay came from the dark passage inside the door, and a very magnetic voice said, "I'm sorry, my old friend, I was just taking a nap." ”

Ezreal rolled his eyes, muttered a phrase to the dead that the dead should sleep, and walked quickly into the inside of the pyramid.

The stone door was closed again, and the torches that had not been used for a long time were lit one by one, emitting an unpleasant smell similar to that of rotting fur.

Ezreal waved his hand in disgust, "I don't understand how you would like to live in a place like this. ”

The torch illuminated the man who had come to greet him, a man dressed in typical desert attire, with most of his dark muscles exposed, but the most peculiar thing was his head, which was similar to that of a canine, but with deep eyes, without the cloudiness of animals, it was a kind of half-orc, which was extremely rare in the Valoran continent. The dog-faced guy was holding an emerald green staff in his hand, and the dog's face showed a hint of apology, "Oh, old friend, I'm so sorry, you know I'm not used to the sun. ”

The two men walked quickly through the interior of the pyramid without stopping for the slightest, and it was clear that Ezreal was not the first time he had been here.

When they came to a hall, the two men stopped, and the torches around them gradually lit up, illuminating the intricate and dense frescoes of the entire hall, all of which were scenes of the life of the tribes that lived in the Shurima region in ancient times.

Ezreal sat down casually on a collapsed stone tablet, took his own jug, and took a big sip.

"Nasus, guess what kind of funny thing happened to me this time?" He closed the lid and said to the kobold with a smile.

The kobold, known as Nasus, thrust his emerald staff into the ground, "Let's see what you did this time. ”

Seeing that Nasus was not interested in his subject and was in no hurry, Ezreal took out a dull bronze greatsword from somewhere, which was rusty and seemed to break if touched on it.

"This is the Infinity Blade?" Nasus took the giant sword and stroked the tiny patterns on it that were difficult to detect without looking closely, "I have studied all the history of your continent in the past ten years, and this giant sword played a huge role in the battle of the ancient runes that happened a long time ago, and it was also it that completely cut off the ban on magic on this continent, causing the rune energy to rage, where did you find it in Acacia?" ”

"In an abandoned temple, I seemed to be guided by some kind of force when I entered Acacia, and I was directly able to find it. It seems that I am indeed the chosen one of God. When Ezreal uttered the last sentence, his face once again showed the arrogance and indifference that overlooked the world.

"Very well, it was the right decision for me to work with you instead of the idiots in the council." Nasus, the kobold, radiated an eerie glow in his dark eyes, "Trust me, soon, there's nothing left here." ”

Ezreal pouted from an angle that Nasus couldn't see, "Then you'd better study this sword as soon as possible to get a preliminary result, this is starting to get more and more unstable." He raised his hand, obviously the anti-heaven endless energy ring in his hand had a defect that outsiders didn't know.

"Also, I've met the flame of hope." Ezreal watched the kobold touch the great sword and seemed to be intoxicated in his own world, and said a message that was enough to attract Nasus.

"You say...... A flame of hope. Nasus's eyes flashed, and sure enough, he was drawn to it, and he turned and walked to an old stone tablet, pointed to a line of incomprehensible words on it, and read it in an obscure tone, "The night of the flames—the end of the world—there is hope—coming—shattering—barbaric—butcher's knife—saving—broken—Valoran—"

"You mean this? I sold this prophecy to Noxus ten years ago, and as a result, I directly lost their trust for a decade. ”

"Believe me, God's intuition tells me that person is the flame of hope."

"What do you want to do?" Nasus raised an eyebrow humanely.

"Of course, it's up to you, the biggest intelligence dealer on the continent, to quietly reveal this news to Noxus...... and Demacia's Zhilu Dao. Ezreal calmly spoke of a ruthless plan, but his face was innocent like that of a little virgin.

"You're such a scumbag." Nasus smiled silently, "But I like it, it's a ...... Good idea. ”

"Hey, don't say that, I'm just pushing the process of the world, just like God does." Ezreal shrugged his shoulders, but there was no smile on his face.

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Chen Senran had a rare and quiet week. The troublesome little Lori was dragged by her mother to study magic, and Hasta was too busy with her own affairs to check his magic progress. And the best part is that a batch of fine red wine arrived in this barren land from Demacia.

Chen Senran, who had not drunk red wine for a long time, was now lying comfortably in a comfortable wide-backed chair, shaking a glass of fine wine from the Merlin Winery on the west coast of Demacia, the rich aroma emanating from the wine glass, and the beautiful fruity aroma did not even need Chen Senran to deliberately smell it.

The scarlet liquor poured from the delicate goblet into Chen Senran's throat, and Shu Hua's silk-like liquid slid into his lungs, giving him a beautiful feeling of blooming. This is probably also the reason why red wine can be used as Chen Senran's hobby in the last world.

However, since he was called fate by Master Yi, it seems that fate has never favored him again.

As he poured down his second glass of red wine and expertly drizzled the bottle, Hasta knocked on his door.

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The first update. I said before that this is a game work.,I've been ready to write it lately.,So I'm seriously doing the outline.,Resulting in a bit of a card for the update.。

But it's still shameful to ask for a recommendation vote. Please.

Give me some motivation. Ladies and gentlemen, there are other people who like the world I described.