Ezreal used more force to pull it, and in one fell swoop he tore off the thing that was not thick or thin, and when he used the faint light of the mecha to shine it, he found that it was a human bone. Ezreal's scalp suddenly went numb, and there was a human bone hanging on the back of his mecha, so he quickly took off the human bone hanging on his mecha with both hands, threw it on the ground, and whispered in a panic: "Fortunately, it's not alive, if I live, I will suffer." ”

Thinking about why there were bones on that door, and thinking about the historical tradition of ancient Shurima, the ancient Shurima people would hang death row prisoners and prisoners of war on the triumphal arch and show them to the civilians, so that Ping Ming would not commit crimes and betray Shurima. Ezret looked at the small gate, which should have been the upper part of the previous Arc de Triomphe, and the one blocking the street was the entire fallen Arc de Triomphe. After Ezreal thought of this, he was not so afraid, if there was something in the door to put this bone on the mecha he was wearing, and he didn't feel the slightest feeling, it was terrifying, and Ezreal didn't dare to think in this direction.

Ezreal continued to walk forward, and suddenly heard the sound of armor colliding, and knew that there could be no army here, only ghosts here. Ezreal was curious about what the ghost soldiers were like here, so he slowly approached the place where the sound came from. After a while, Ezreal saw five rows of ghost soldiers, many of these soldiers were rotten, but the armor on his body was basically well preserved, which also reflected the strength and well-equipped of Shurima's army at that time.

These soldiers were still practicing, as if they didn't know that they were dead, and dozens of ghost soldiers were neatly waving their long swords in their hands, concentrating on training, ready to go to the battlefield at any time. Ezreal looked at the soldiers who were still training, wondering why these dead people didn't turn to dust over time. Whether it is in the opera house or here, why are these ghosts still repeating the actions of the year, what happened to Shurima thousands of years ago, such a powerful empire, such a developed civilization said that it disappeared, and the history books only vaguely recorded some of the secrets of this desert.

Ezreal felt sad for these ghosts, obviously dead, but there was still some instinctive consciousness, repeating what was not done back then, and not being able to rest in peace after death. When Ezreal discovered this pattern, he was less afraid, knowing that as long as he didn't touch them or disturb them, he wouldn't be attacked by them. Carefully bypass the ghost soldiers and continue on their way.

As Ezreal walked down the street, he always felt that something was wrong, thinking that the people and soldiers in the opera house could be saved, and that none of the civilians could be seen. Just as Ezreal wanted to know what was going on, Ezreal saw some dark shadows walking in the opposite direction to herself, all in the direction of the center of the city. Ezreal looked at these black shadows moving towards the city center, thinking that these ghosts should be civilians, and was very curious, so he didn't run away, and followed behind a black shadow from a distance, slowly approaching.

After a while, Ezreal saw thousands of zombies, gathered together and didn't know what they were doing, and wanted to see what these zombies were up to. But by accident, Ezreal stepped on a dead log, and the sound of the wood breaking attracted hundreds of zombies around him to look at him, and Ezreal had no choice but to run away with his life. After running for a distance, I looked behind and found that there were only a few zombies left chasing after me, and there was no big threat, just like finding a place to hide.

Ezreal saw a well-preserved house in front of him, although it had no roof, but the walls around it were still very high, which could completely block those zombies who did not have much combat power. Ezreal climbed up from a relatively low wall and went inside, thinking about why the zombies had gathered in the center of the ruins, he was so careless that he missed the opportunity to know the secrets of those zombies, and he was very upset.

After a few hours of walking and running, Ezreal felt tired and wanted to rest and go back tomorrow to find Galen's. As soon as Ezreal lay down, he stretched out his hand, and found that he had touched something, and when he squeezed it hard, it was still very elastic. Ezreal suddenly lost his sleepiness, and jumped up directly, thinking that if he found a place to sleep, he could meet such a well-preserved zombie, and when he was unlucky, he would drink cold water and stuff his teeth.

After waiting for a while, Ezreal didn't see anything moving, so he turned on the light on the head of the mecha and shone it on the elastic thing he had just touched. After seeing what it was, Ezreal was half angry, it turned out to be Galen, and now he wanted to beat him up, and it was scary to be unconscious. Galen can scare Ezreal completely because Galen is dressed in tatters, and his clothes are like rags, plus this dark night, Ezreal can't see such a good natural camouflage Galen without lights.

Ezreal thought that it was no wonder that when he ran here, he had a somewhat familiar feeling, as if he had seen such a well-preserved house somewhere. It turned out to be Galen's house by himself, and when he went out, he blocked the door to prevent Galen from being attacked by wild beasts or something, and when he couldn't see the door, he thought it was another house, so he climbed in, and then he was directly frightened by Galen to the point of having a nervous breakdown. This probability is too small, after Ezreal figured it out, he really wanted to beat Galen, but Galen was still unconscious, and it was difficult to start. He was also very tired, so he punished Galen for being his pillow tonight, and so happily decided, Ezreal leaned on Galen's body, used Galen as a pillow, and fell asleep.

The desert night, the strange desolation, the howling wind, and the harsh wind render a dead atmosphere. Ezreal slept and felt nothing, and the night was fine.

The next day, the sun had risen very high, and Ezreal didn't get up late because he had consumed so much energy the previous night. Ezreal's mecha condensed a lot of water droplets, and when these droplets grew larger, they remained, and the water droplets on the helmet slid down the gap in the mecha and fell to Ezreal's mouth, and Ezreal felt it and woke up. Ezreal looked at the rising sun, glanced at Galen again, and knew that he was about to hurry into the depths of the desert, so he tidied up his things, picked up Galen, and began to walk.

Ezreal reconfirmed his direction, and walked straight to the center of the ruins, the houses on both sides were dilapidated, and none of the zombies could be seen, and they didn't know where they were hiding, and they didn't have time to think about these things now. The empty street is full of broken bricks and tiles, which make a clattering sound when stepped on, and occasionally reverberate. Ezreal is no longer afraid of such an environment, already knows what is here, and there is no need to be afraid, the best thing to do is to get out of this ruin as soon as possible.

After more than an hour, Ezreal finally reached the center of the ruins, the place where the zombies had gathered last night, which was empty. It was flat all around, except for a few particularly large cracks that wrapped around the square like cobwebs, and in the center there was a large stone slab that Ezreal walked over. Looking at the round slate, there were many strange textures on it, and Ezreal couldn't understand it at all. But out of curiosity, Ezreal put down Galen, took out his notebook, and drew the patterns, but there was no way to draw the fine textures, only the general thing.

Ezreal didn't want to waste time here, so he picked up Galen again and continued to walk due north. The ruins happened to have a large north-south street, and Ezreal left the central square and walked down the street. A few hours later, Ezreal saw another triumphal arch, such a door was only a decoration, only found in the large exit of the city, and yesterday's triumphal arch was supposed to be the one at the southern exit of the city. This door should be the door of the northern exit, this triumphal arch is relatively intact, it has not completely collapsed, only half of the area has collapsed, and there are still some bones hanging on it, these bones will not be transformed, is it possible that the corpse transformation of this ruin is still selective, Ezreal abandoned his untrue thoughts, and did not bother to think about this fruitless thing. It occurred to Ezreal that the presence of a triumphal arch meant that he was almost out of this ruin, and it should not take much time.

Ezreal looked at the sun and estimated the current time, it was about four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and in a few hours, the sun would set, and he had to move away from this ruin. Ezreal quickened his pace and headed north. Two hours later, the sun had already gone down halfway, and Ezreal looked back at the ruins on a relatively high sand dune, a large area of ruins, which looked particularly magnificent, but also extremely desolate, and couldn't help but sigh that the loss of civilization was really a great loss.

Ezreal felt that he was so far away from the ruins, and those zombies should not find this place, so he calmed down, put Galen down, and gave Galen a little water, Galen's heartbeat and breathing were steady and powerful, not at all like a coma. But Galen just couldn't wake up, and all Ezreal could think of was that when the crystal scorpion attacked Galen, he poisoned Galen, causing Galen to remain unconscious. No matter what, we must hurry to the center of the desert and find a way to wake up Galen, we can't delay any longer, there are many dreams at night.

Ezreal dug a sand pit more than two meters long and two meters wide, and half a meter deep in the sand dune, and used it as a bed for tonight. Such a pit can also block the cold wind of the desert night and not expose yourself to the strong winds. When everything was ready, it was already completely dark, and Ezreal moved Galen to a half-meter-deep sand pit and set it up, and then covered Galen's head with a rag to prevent Galen from sucking in the sand.

When he had done this, Ezreal was tired, but he couldn't sleep at all, staring blankly at the ruins, trying to see anything, but seeing nothing. The night wind began to blow, and the wind carried some sand in the wind, hitting his face, which was a little uncomfortable, and Ezreal summoned his own mecha, and his helmet blocked the wind and sand. Ezreal sat down in the desert, bored, thinking about his experience, and wanted to find someone to talk to, but there was no one.

Ezreal added Vivien, the mechanical mastermind, and said, "Vivien, talk to me, I'm bored." Vivien said mechanically: "Master, I don't know how to chat, I can only calculate data, execute commands, organize information and other functions." Ezreal had no choice but to give up the conversation and ask Vivien to report on the situation. Vivien said mechanically: "Master, all your plans have basically not been realized, 46 days have passed since you left Piltover, and the original plan was to complete the expedition in 20 days, which greatly exceeded expectations. You missed all the banquets and parties you promised in Piltover."

Ezreal was already upset, so he directly interrupted Vivien's speech and said, "Needless to say. After saying that, he jumped directly into the pit he had just dug and fell asleep next to Galen.