After a period of trekking, Ryan and the others went lower and lower.

The sun is long gone, and only some dim lights shine on the road ahead.

Suddenly, they came to the end, in front of a long, deep, terrifying crack.

"How are you going to go down?"

Seraphine stepped on the stage, curious.

She could hear Ezreal's singing full of confidence, and according to her estimates, it must be at least a kilometer down.

"A true explorer is always ready to explore!"

Ezreal confidently pulled out a bundle of rope from his backpack:

"Produced by Chali Adventure Shop, the extra-long rope makes it easy to climb up and down."

"It doesn't have to be that troublesome."

Ryan finished speaking, and continued to move forward.

When his feet were in the air, a stream of water appeared under his feet, supporting him downward, and after a while he disappeared into the darkness.

"The strongest explorer, don't keep us waiting too long."

Seraphine stepped on the stage and floated straight down.

Orianna was more simply, she didn't have any equipment, she just smiled at Ezreal and jumped off the crack.

Her jumping figure seemed to be unaffected by gravity, and fell downward at an even speed in a magical way.

Ezreal watched the others with his mouth wide open, and he looked at his rope again.

Why did he suddenly feel that the Chali expedition props that he had been thinking about for a long time before, and finally relied on his uncle's funding to buy them, were not fragrant...

"No, the way doesn't matter. Importantly, it was the greatest explorer of the century, Ezreal, who was holding the rope! ”

Ezreal became optimistic again, lowered the rope, and slowly climbed down.

He descended slowly, on a stone staircase, and he took out a pomade, and took care of his hair.

At all times, you have to keep your image!

Well, this is the first of the rules of exploration, derived from Ezreal, the first explorer of the Runeterras!

It took about a few tens of minutes, and it had fallen for a long, long time, and Ezreal couldn't see his head below.

Oh, God of Adventure, how is it so long.

Before he could finish his lamentation, a flash of water suddenly lit up below.

The serpentine stream of water hit the rope above him, and the rope was broken directly in his dull gaze. The strength in his hand suddenly relaxed, and his body fell unconsciously.

"No!"

Ezreal made a free fall downward, but before he could show his horror, he felt like he had fallen into a ball of water, leaving only his head exposed.

The water balloon sped downward, and in a few moments it traveled longer than he had descended before.

In less than 2 minutes, he had already seen the bottom.

There stood the three Ryan who had been waiting for him for a long time.

The balloon broke, and he fell to the ground, smiling awkwardly at the other three.

He didn't expect that his patron was still a powerful mage.

Ordinary mages can't do that.

However, this time he did not talk nonsense again, but looked seriously ahead.

Dusty steps, ancient corridors.

The underground world, wrapped in darkness, is like a huge labyrinth. Twists and turns, not knowing where the various roads lead.

From where they were, they were surrounded by signs of living things.

"This is Vazuan!" Ezreal asserted.

In preparation for the expedition to the tomb of Nazuk, he had read everything about Shurima.

Customs and culture, tomb exquisiteness, architectural style, burial specifications, etc...

These are engraved with ancient artificial traces, which are completely in line with the cultural customs of Shurima 2,000 years ago.

"This kind of white stone that lays the ground is called white sand stone, which is made of sand in a special way, and each piece is handmade, and there is almost no error in the size of the bricks. They are the cornerstone of the road in the core city of Shurima. ”

Ezreal entered the underground as if he had changed into a different person, and his expression was full of seriousness.

Shurima was once the most powerful empire on the mainland, and in order to show the strength of the country, their core city construction was made according to strict standards.

Each brick was handmade by a slave, and if something went wrong, the slave would be put to death.

The white sand stone in front of me seems to have no end in its stretch, except for some cracks exposed for historical reasons, and the rest is only covered with a layer of earth and stone.

If you look at the corner in front of you, you can imagine the prosperity of Shurima.

"2,000 years ago, that's a long time ago." Orianna sighed, "This once-powerful city is buried like this, waiting for the day when it will reappear. ”

Through those hex's eyes, she could see far away without being affected by the darkness.

The underworld is a huge hollow, and the city has been well preserved.

Exquisite desert buildings are dotted with wide streets.

It is only through the cracks in the buildings and the dust on the streets that it is clear that this is a city that has long since died.

"If I can bring this place back to the light of day, my reputation in the Rune Continent will definitely be comparable to that of the Giant God Peak." Ezreal muttered.

He had turned on the searchlight, and the ancient city slowly unfolded in front of him, letting his mind sink deep into it.

At this moment, he is digging into unknown history!

A few people walked in the city, and most of the surrounding buildings were made of earth and stone, mostly in yellow-brown colors, which was very much in line with the style of the Shurima Desert Empire.

"There seems to be nothing left here... And it's like going through a terrible war. Seraphine hesitated, taking control of the stage and shrinking behind Ryan's back.

The farther they went into the city, the more they found that it was full of signs of destruction.

The buildings on the edge are fine, but the deeper they are, the more damaged they become, as if they had experienced a giant bomb bombardment.

The sand was scattered all over the ground, and the streets were full of potholes.

"I've found it!"

After walking for a while, Ezreal suddenly became excited.

Directly in front of them, where the searchlights shine, there is a large, towering spire.

The building is surrounded on all sides by wide staircases facing Ryan on either side of them, both of which are beautifully carved with frescoes.

Directly in their direction, there is a quaint sandstone gate with many mysterious words engraved on it.

Ezreal excitedly made two of three steps, quickly ascended the steps, and walked to the door.

He looked left and right at the words on the door, hesitated, and said:

"Curse... Curse..."

"Come on, you don't know any words on it except for the curse." Seraphine debunked.

"For explorers, there is no curse, it is equivalent to coming in vain. Curses are the key word, which means we're in the right place. Ezreal was unconvinced.

Ryan carefully studied the words on the wall and whispered, "ubdbwcxuaibrnb." ”

"What?" Ezreal didn't understand a single one.

"This is an ancient Shurima text, a text that is about to be lost in Shurima. It probably means: May Shurima prosper and seal calamity here forever. Ryan explained.

"No curse?" Ezreal was a little disappointed.

The curse is the essence of the explorer's story, and without it, it will always feel a little less exciting.

"In the ancient Shurima text, curse and calamity are the same phrase, combined with the whole context, and the function of this structure is to seal some unknown existence." Ryan explained.

There are two points that cannot be avoided regarding the earliest use of magic. Ionia, the firstborn land, and Shurima, the desert empire.

In ancient times, they had mastered the best of Runeterra magic.

Whether it is the power of nature in Ionia or the divine power of the ascended gods, it is essentially magic.

To learn more about magic, one must learn the language of both.

The Ionian region is old-fashioned, and the language of the past has been preserved to this day, and many people know the ancient language of nature, and there are many channels to learn it.

The ancient Shurima language was quite different, and as the Shurima Empire fell apart, the city-states fought their own battles and established different kingdoms.

Over the next millennium, the ancient Shurima language was gradually lost.

The modern Shurima language is more akin to the lingua franca of Runeterra and has almost no trace of the ancient Shurima language.

Ryan was also able to get a glimpse of some of this mysterious language in the lost history through many of the Immortal Fortress's many handwritten notes from thousands of years ago.

"Sounds like it's dangerous here. Shall we go straight in? "Ezreal is a little bit eager to try.

What about sealing calamity, even powerful monsters can't withstand the wear and tear of time.

You know, it's been at least 1,000 years since then!