Ezreal flipped his sunglasses up on his head and let out a long breath. The hellish place of Shurima Desert was as disgusting as ever.

The air in Piltover is better. Ezreal glanced at the ancient pyramid that was somewhat distorted under the scorching sun. He knocked on a dilapidated stone door of the pyramid. There was a hollow sound transmitted to the depths, like a sound.

A pebble thrown into the lake creates a small splash of water.

After a long time, when Ezreal was impatient and wanted to smash the old stone door, the stone door finally moved. It made an unpleasant scratching sound and slid to the side, and stone chips kept falling.

After falling, a cold breath with a bit of decay came from the dark passage inside the door, and a very magnetic voice said: "I'm sorry, my old friend, I was taking a nap just now."

Ezreal rolled his eyes, muttered something like the dead have to sleep, and quickly entered the interior 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 came to greet him. He was a man wearing typical desert clothing, with most of his dark muscles exposed, but the most peculiar thing was his head, which was similar to a canine head, except for his eyes.

Deep, completely without the turbidity of animals, he is a kind of half-orc, which is extremely rare in the continent of Valoran. This guy with a dog face and a human body is holding an emerald green staff in his hand, and there is a hint of apology on the dog's face, "

Oh, old friend, I'm so sorry, you know I'm not used to the sun."

The two people quickly walked through the interior of the pyramid without stopping at all. It was obvious that this was not the first time for Ezreal to come here.

When they came to a hall, the two people stopped, and the surrounding torches gradually lit up, illuminating the complex and dense murals on the entire hall, all of which were life scenes of the tribes that lived in the Shurima region in ancient times.

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

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

The kobold named Nasus planted his emerald green staff on the ground, "Let's take a look at your results this time."

Ezreal saw that Nasus was not interested in his topic and was not in a hurry. He took out a dull copper-yellow sword from somewhere. It was stained with rust and seemed to break if touched.

"Is this the Infinity Blade?" Nasus took the giant sword and stroked the small 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. This giant sword

The sword played a huge role in the ancient rune war that happened a long time ago. It also completely cut off the forbidden magic on this continent, leading to the rampage of rune energy. Where did you find it in Icacia?

Its?"

"In an abandoned temple, I seemed to be guided by some kind of power when I entered Icathia, and I found it directly. It seems that I am indeed the one chosen by God." Ezreal

When he said the last sentence, his face once again showed the arrogance and indifference of overlooking the world.

"Very good. It was indeed a right decision for me to choose to cooperate with you instead of those idiots in the Council." The dark eyes of the kobold Nasus radiated a strange light, "Believe me, soon,

There will be nothing left here.”

Ezreal curled his lips from an angle that Nasus couldn't see, "Then you'd better research this sword and get a preliminary result as soon as possible. This thing is starting to become more and more unstable." He raised his hand.

, obviously this heaven-defying endless energy ring in your hand has flaws that outsiders don’t know about.

"Also, I met - the flame of hope." Ezreal saw the kobold touching the big sword and seemed to be intoxicated in his own world, and told Nasus a piece of news that was enough to attract Nasus.

"You said... the flame of hope." Nasus's eyes flashed, and he was indeed attracted. He turned around and walked to an old stone tablet, pointing to a line of incomprehensible text on it, and spoke in an obscure way.

The inexplicable tone read, "The night of raging flames - the end of the world - there is hope - coming - crushing - brutal - butcher knife - saving - broken - Valoran -"

"You mean this? I sold this prophecy to Noxus ten years ago, which resulted in me directly losing their trust for ten years."

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

"What do you want to do?" Nasus raised his eyebrows humanely.

"Of course it depends on you, the biggest intelligence dealer on the continent, to quietly reveal this news to Noxus... and Demacia." Ezreal calmly said the ruthless plan,

Her face looked innocent like a little virgin.

"You are such a despicable guy." Nasus smiled silently, "But I like it. It's really a... good idea."

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

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Chen Senran had a rare peaceful week. The troublesome little Loli was dragged by her mother to learn magic, and Hasta was busy with his own affairs and had no time to check on his magic progress. And the most wonderful thing is,

A batch of fine red wine arrived in this barren land from Demacia.

Chen Senran, who had not drank red wine for a long time, was lying comfortably in a comfortable wide-backed chair, shaking a glass of fine wine from Merlin Winery on the west coast of Demacia in his hand. The rich aroma emanated from the wine glass, and it was beautiful.

Chen Senran didn't even need to smell the fruity scent.

The scarlet wine liquid poured into Chen Senran's throat from the exquisite goblet, and the silk-like liquid slid into his lungs, giving him a beautiful feeling of blooming flowers. This was probably also in the previous world, where red wine could be Chen Senran's hobby.

reason.

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

When he poured down the second glass of red wine and skillfully drained the liquid from the bottle, Hastur knocked on his door.

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The first update. I said before that this is a game, and I have been preparing to write it down recently, so I am working on the outline seriously, which leads to a bit of a delay in updating.

But it’s still shameful to ask for a recommendation vote. Please.
Chapter completed!