Don't mess with the yordle

Chapter 198 Playback
Under Azir's control, the yellow sand receded like a tide. Nasramei did not sink into the ground, it was just buried by 3000 years of sand erosion.

And with Azir's spell, the capital of the once great empire shed its coat of yellow sand, finally revealed its true face again, and began to shine again.

The yellow sand has completely faded away, and not a single particle remains on the ancient buildings. Other traces have also been eliminated. These buildings that have been buried for more than 3000 years have a new look, as if time has never passed.

Azir walked back to the golden emperor's road. The earliest rulers of Shurima, the giant statues of his ancestors, were watching his progress on both sides. Nasus and Renekton followed closely. behind him.

Walking on the Emperor's Avenue, Azir's memory returned to the moment when he had been stagnant for more than 3000 years.

He was in high spirits at that time, and an honor guard composed of [-] elite soldiers followed closely behind him. The cheers from the crowd resounded throughout Nasramei.

That moment of glory that was supposed to belong to him was stolen, and now, this place has become a ghost town. What have his people experienced?
Azir didn't want to believe it, but that ending was about to happen. Behind him, Nasus, Renekton, Master Reed, and even the traitor all proved that ending, but he still had to see it for himself. .

Azir moved forward resolutely, and with every step he took, his scepter struck a lonely note that echoed in the empty streets of the once prosperous capital.

Azir raised his scepter and commanded the sand and dust under the rocks on the roadside to rise with the wind, creating living figures. These are images of the past, echoes of Shurima's physical form. The memory of the yellow sand has nothing to do with it. will deceive him.

The human figures made of sand and dust looked forward, and those figures were all looking in the direction of the huge sun disk.

The sun disk has been raised by him and is hanging high in the sky not far away again, showing off the glory and power of the empire, but no people of the empire can see it.

Azir continued to walk on the Emperor's Road. The figures formed by the dust pointed at the sun disk in the distance. The joy on their faces gradually turned into fear. People opened their mouths and let out silent screams. They turned and ran away. Falling and crawling, Azir watched everything in desperate silence, watching the final moments of his people.

Behind Azir, Nasus and Renekton also watched all this happen quietly. When the two of them arrived at Nashrame, it had all ended long ago, so in this desperate scene, the two of them It was also the first time they saw it, which made both brothers feel sad.

The people of Shurima were instantly wiped out by an invisible energy, and then turned into dust and disappeared in the wind. Azir couldn't help but close his eyes. All this was because his ascension failed, because of that hateful The betrayal of a traitor.

Azir has accepted the reality, but he still has to see it all. He has to understand what the situation was like. This is the responsibility of an emperor.

Azir's eyes became hardened, and his steps became more determined, because they had reached the base of the Ascension Stairs, and the truth was on the platform above the steps.

He allowed Renekton and Nasus to accompany him, and only his most trusted soldiers, the priests and the blood of the royal family were allowed to climb these steps, and the dusty images of these closest relatives are now moving forward along this road lined up.

Each of their faces looked up to the sky with expressions of pain, groaning silently, before being blown away by the wind as well.

Azir's footsteps paused, and then he accelerated his climbing speed. The sand and dust formed a human shape, and were immediately destroyed, repeating themselves on both sides of his path.

Soon, they reached the top platform, where Azir saw the last group of spectators forming a ring.

Azir could no longer hold on and knelt down limply. His family appeared in front of him, presented in a perfect scene, and the real details were heartbreaking.

His wife was just pregnant, her shy daughter was holding his wife's hand tightly, and his son held his head high and was almost ready to grow up. "Please have your condolences, Your Majesty Azir."

Nasus looked complicated, as did Renekton, that heroic prince who was also his student.

Azir collapsed on the ground, looking at those realistic images in horror. He wanted to stop what happened next, but he knew that he couldn't do it at all.

He could only watch like this, seeing his daughter hiding her face in the folds of his wife's skirt, his son reaching for his sword and screaming, and his wife...she opened her eyes wide, His eyes were full of sadness and despair.

Then something invisible destroyed them completely, vanished into thin air, and those images turned into sand and dust again.

This was an unbearable weight in life, but there were no tears in Azir's eyes. His ascension form no longer had the function of simply expressing sadness. His heart was extremely heavy, but he still stood up with difficulty. He refused the support of Nasus and the Renekton brothers.

"Zeras."

Azir's voice was hoarse with anger.

"Your sin is unforgivable!"

Azir looked at Master Reed who was following him, and at the strange spirit being held in Master Reed's hand.

At this time, there was no trace of old love or hesitation in Azir's heart or eyes. There was only hatred, hatred for the culprit who caused all this.

However, he did not take action, but continued to move forward, and then stopped a step away under the altar, quietly watching everything re-interpreted by Huang Sha in front of him.

He saw himself as a mortal, saw himself stepping into the ascension ceremony, and saw himself gradually transforming.

Then, a figure formed from the dust appeared. It was his most trusted servant, his wizard Xerath.

Then he saw his friend pronounce a word, and then his ascending mortal body was shattered like glass and exploded into dust like fine sand.

Azir took a breath. Although he had already accepted the answer, after seeing all this with his own eyes, he was still deeply shocked and felt as if he had been hit hard.

The phantom of Xerath, composed of sand and dust, rose higher and higher, and the energy of the sun's disk concentrated on him. The brutal sand and dust shock wave burst out, disintegrating the final afterimage of Shurima, and everything turned into dust.

"It was wonderful."

Reed sighed at an inappropriate time, but it was a sigh from his heart. This ability to read historical images through yellow sand is indeed something that people have to sigh for.

(End of this chapter)