The young man shook his head. 'It's just the wind, you idiot,' he thought to himself. It's just the wind. ’”

Then he heard the same voice again, this time more clearly. In the darkness deeper in the tomb, a child is crying. ”

"If it were any other place, his paternal nature would have driven him to look for a source of sound. But here, in the midst of a dark tomb?"

"He wanted to run away...... But he didn't run away in the end. The sound of crying tugged at his heartstrings. The cry was full of misery and sorrow. ”

"Is it possible that there is another entrance to this tomb, what if a little boy really walked into the tomb and got lost?"

He raised the torch high and crept forward. The crying continued, faintly echoing in the darkness. ”

He came to the doorway of a more spacious burial chamber, the floor was dark and reflective. The gold objects and jewel-encrusted walls of the burial chamber glistened in the firelight. He cautiously entered the burial chamber. ”

He jerked his leg back as his heel rippled the ground several times before he could hit the ground. It's water. The ground is not smooth obsidian – the ground is full of water. ”

He half-knelt down and scooped up a handful of water to his mouth. He immediately threw up. This is salt water! Here it is! The heart of Shurima is also a thousand miles from the nearest ocean!"

He heard the boy's cry again, and now it was closer. ”

He raised the torch to his eyes, and the young man caught a glimpse of a figure at the edge of the fire. What appears to be a child sitting there with his back to him. ”

He cautiously walked into the burial chamber. The water on the ground is not deep. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and fear filled his chest, but he didn't turn to run. ”

"'Are you lost?' he asked, slowly approaching. 'How did you get here?'"

The figure didn't turn around...... But he spoke. ”

"'I...... I don't remember. He said. His voice echoed around the young man for a long time, echoing in many layers on the walls of the tomb. The boy's accent is very old, and his phrasing is strange...... But I can understand it. I don't remember who I am. ’”

"'Don't worry, kid,' said the young man. 'Everything will be fine. ’”

He got closer, and the figure in front of him finally revealed. His eyes widened in panic. ”

The figure in front of him was a golden statue studded with agate, a golden statue. It is not the source of the cry, nor is it the source of the boy's voice. ”

At this moment, a small hand, a dry little hand, seized him. ”

The youngest child in the audience gasped and stared at him. The other children laughed boldly. The old Karldun smiled as well, a golden tooth in his mouth shining golden light from the campfire. Then, he continued.

The young man looked down. Beside him stood a corpse wrapped in linen bandages, which was the little prince in the painting. Although the zombie boy was covered in a shroud, a dim, ghostly glow shone through his hollow eye sockets. The zombie boy grabbed the young man's hand. ”

"'Can you be my friend?' the little boy asked, his voice muffled with a bandage in his mouth. ”

The young man suddenly fell backwards and broke free from the child's grasp. The young man looked at his arm in horror: his hand had begun to wither and wither, turning black, constantly crumpled and shriveled. The brief touch of life was crawling up his arm. ”

He turned and fled. In his panic and hecticism, he threw away the lantern. The firelight hissed as it fell into the Lake of Tears, and darkness descended. Still, he could vaguely discern the faint sunlight ahead. He ran towards the light, desperate and stumbling, while the life-consuming wither continued to march towards his heart. ”

At the time, he felt that the zombie boy could catch him at any moment...... But that didn't happen. He felt like he had lived for eternity, but in fact it was probably only a few heartbeats before he burst out of the darkness and returned to the desert heat. ”

"'I'm sorry,' a bleak voice lingered behind him. I didn't mean to. ’”

At this point, the tomb of Amumu was unearthed. Karldun said. "The zombie boy has seen the light of day. ”

"But everybody knows he's not real!" cried one of the children, the eldest, perhaps uneasy by the silence.

"Amumu is real!" said the youngest child. "He's wandering around, trying to find a friend!"

"He's real, but he's not a boy," another child said. "He's a yodeler!"

Karldun laughed, and stood up with a pimple on his crutch.

"I'm an old man, and we've got a long way to go tomorrow," he said. "It's past my time to sleep. ”

The audience began to disperse, smiling and whispering conversations, but one child did not leave. She stared at Kardun, her eyes unblinking.

"Grandpa," she said. "Why don't you have this arm?"

The aged Carlton looked at the empty sleeve below his shoulder and grinned at the little girl.

"Good night, little baby. He blinked as he spoke.

"Shurima was the glory of the Land of Runeterra. I will restore its glory. ”

~Emperor of the Desert

Azir was a mortal emperor of Shurima in ancient times, a proud man who stood in the focus of immortal apotheosis. But his hubris led to his betrayal, his murder at the moment of his greatest victory, and now, thousands of years later, he has been reborn and a Ascendant of untold power. The city of Azir has risen from beneath the sands, and he wants to restore Shurima to its former glory.

Thousands of years ago, the Shurima Empire was a vast vassal state, each territory was conquered by powerful armies, and the army was led by a group of invincible warriors, the Ascended. Shurima was ruled by an ambitious and power-hungry emperor, so in its time, Shurima had the most vast territory, and the golden disc floating above the temple in the center of the capital unleashed the power of the sun, giving the empire fertile land.

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