The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 238 Explorer Ezreal

The fringe area of ​​the lower urban area.

On the dirty street near the dance corridor, a museum is hidden among many dilapidated buildings.

From a distance, this museum is almost integrated into the surrounding buildings and is very inconspicuous.

The dark gray marble walls are covered with traces of time, and the bronze grilles and stained glass windows make up its unique appearance.

Even though it has been baptized by time, the main structure of the museum remains solid.

At the top of the museum, there is also a tower inlaid with gold and silver textures that stretches into the sky, with several different flags flying in the wind, representing the museum's different collection features and cultural backgrounds.

Looking inside the museum, the spacious main room is filled with many different collections.

They are arranged according to different themes and periods.

There are antiques full of history, and each piece seems to have witnessed the glory and vicissitudes of the past.

The explorer smelled the danger lurking in the air, and the corners of his mouth hidden under the hood slightly raised, not caring at all.

There are also those seemingly inconspicuous alchemy products. They are a little old, but they contain endless wisdom and exploration behind them.

Most of them were stolen from ancient tombs or other museums through illegal means.

Januck never delays in paying his rewards, which is why explorers continue to work with him.

But the rejection from the Piltover Explorers Guild saddened him the most.

"Did you find what I was looking for?"

He shook the glass vessel again and spoke word by word.

Januck's tone was a little more serious, and his expression looked a little gloomy.

"The time wasted is too long. If it is delayed any longer, I cannot guarantee the timeliness of the information you want."

Under the dim light, the liquid in the glass vessel was almost a tablespoon in size, and it rippled with a different kind of light.

There are exquisite works of art, which display the treasures of human culture with unique shapes and delicate techniques.

"For this Ulloa's potion, which is worth its weight in gold, I almost buried myself in a cave and never came back."

"Did you get the news I wanted?"

As the old man spoke, he pushed the dinner plate aside on the table and stuffed several pieces of mutton between his exposed golden teeth.

Januk was still sitting at the dining table, looking at the crystal vessel in the explorer's hand, a cold look flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Plus the full recognition of the guild, remember?" The explorer breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Januck's actions.

"Jannuk, this is very different from the information you provided me."

Januk's eyes were fixed on the glass vessel, as if he had not heard the explorer's words, and his eyes were filled with greed.

"Here's what you want." The explorer took out a glass vessel from his arms, held it in his hand, and shook it gently.

"Potion."

"Yes, yes, yes." Januk looked away with difficulty, whispered, and rummaged for the drawer key.

His voice was full of respect and greed, reaching its highest point when the explorer took back the glass vessel.

"Don't worry, Januk." The explorer took a step back slowly.

"Ezreal!"

Bars, schools, even a Sona recital...etc.

Behind the old man, a tall man with a bloody mark on his face came out, his fierce eyes fell on the explorer, and then he began to clear away the plates and tabletop.

Get rid of the above bad behavior.

"This is Ulloa's potion!"

Rumor has it that this guy often kept his private residence filled with antiques and works of art without telling his employer.

He has a nasty and despicable acting style, and is very greedy for money and has a huge appetite.

He looked at the old man in front of him, Januk.

Because he had risked his life so many times in the wild to find the lost Hextech blueprints for them.

If I remember correctly, this guy has betrayed me twice. The explorer thought to himself.

A low voice sounded, and an old man sitting among the collections looked at the hooded explorer in front of him.

"Interesting vessel, I guess it's probably from pre-Classic Shurima."

"Just one drop is enough to quench the soul for a thousand years. Make a mortal's skin as hard as a forbidden magic stone!"

An immigrant from Freljord, tall and muscular, with a red beard.

And this guy really likes to sit and dine among his collections to show off his wealth.

"Ancient slurry!?" The explorer stared at Januk and chuckled.

"The news you want has been prepared for you, and its authenticity is absolutely guaranteed."

After he became famous in Valoran, many places began to refuse him entry.

"There is a reason why the guild doesn't particularly like you. You should consider what happened with you in the past."

In the continent of Valoran, one thing is absolutely certain -

As long as Ezreal appears, trouble will surely follow one after another.

Or before you get too far, the scope of the trouble can already be confirmed, and it can be done anytime and anywhere.

"So, you can't give me my reward?" Ezreal's voice came from the hood, his teeth chattering.

"Then our agreement can only be..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Suddenly, Januk laughed loudly and boldly, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Why do you think I always come to you when I need to do business? It's because I like you."

“We have history, and history is always good business.”

He drank the wine from the glass in one gulp and ran his hand through his red beard stained with wine stains.

"I'll go to the study to get the news you want and the guild's fully approved letterhead. Please wait a moment."

How can any buyer put their reward money in the study? This is the oldest trick.

Ezreal looked at Januk's leaving figure and did not choose to leave. Instead, deep in his heart, he described the actions of Januk and others.

I guess Januk will come out with a flintlock gun pointed at my pretty face.

Before Ezreal could settle down, a strong sense of threat came from behind.

He immediately turned around and muttered.

"Damn it, I guessed wrong. Januk was holding not one flintlock musket, but two flintlock muskets."

Januk was holding two flintlock guns and walked over slowly, with a fierce look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Ezreal."

"The gears of fate of Piltover and Zaun have started again. I must protect myself."

"The gears of destiny for Piltover and Zaun?"

Ezreal's expression paused, as if he realized something in his heart, and his pupils were full of horror.

"What do you want to do with the Hex Stone? Start a war?"

"Huh? What news do you know?" Januk's expression changed with shock, and he stared at the explorer in front of him in a panic.

"I found some interesting information, and the final source points to you, Januk."

Ezreal stared at the vicious Januk in front of him and gently raised his arm.

"You, a businessman from Piltover, actually dare to touch the Myrdalda family's belongings. You are really risking your life!"

Bang!Bang!

A dull roar sounded in the museum.

Januk held two flintlock guns and fired quickly at Ezreal, intending to kill him directly.

【Secret Shooting】!

Just as the flintlocks fired.

Ezreal raised his arm, and a golden light flashed towards Januk.

This is a showdown between magic and bullets!

puff!

The blunt-edged warhead sliced ​​through the air, and quickly entered a white-hot state under the impact of the magic bomb.

Then it turned into a wisp of white smoke in the air and slowly dissipated.

Ezreal seemed to be prepared for the scene in front of him, and he charged the gauntlet again. Runes and magic will win everything.

And will win forever!

He looked at the duplicitous Jannuk in front of him and took a slight step forward.

[Arcane Leap]!

Hiss!

Subtle energy fluctuations streaked through the air.

Under Januk's disbelieving eyes, Ezreal disappeared from the spot.

The next moment!

The arcane energy fluctuated turbulently, and the golden light bloomed again.

Ezreal appeared behind Januk, and the golden light condensed on the gauntlet, aiming at Januk's huge, stupid head.

"Put the gun down, Januk."

"It has been put away in advance."

Ezreal laughed softly when he heard this, he was truly worthy of Januk.

Then his eyes dropped to the ground and saw two flintlock guns already placed at his feet.

"Ok?"

When he turned around, he saw an earth-shaking scene.

Although Januck had no time to turn around and avoid the energy fluctuation coming from behind.

But as a Freljordian, he was born with a keen sense of danger and successfully sensed Ezreal's location.

Bang!

Januk's body remained motionless, one hand grasping the golden gauntlet straight away, like a steel pliers, firmly clamping down on Ezreal's arm.

The other hand pulled Ezreal over his shoulder and slammed him through his desk.

A sound like muffled thunder exploded in the spacious main room.

Ezreal saw the stained glass dome, a patch of white, and many sawdust flying around, filling his field of vision.

Bang!

Before giving up, Januk aimed a hard kick at Ezreal's ribs.

Then he took Ulloa's potion from Ezreal's arms, pulled off the cork, and poured it down.

"Even if you have a gauntlet with rune magic, you shouldn't be so close to a Freljordian warrior."

"The potion is coming for me."

"Fake!" Ezreal said with difficulty.

The hood on his body was lifted for some reason, revealing short golden hair, which looked a bit messy.

It was also covered with copper-colored goggles, with two blue lenses embedded inside, glowing with runes like a deep lake.

Under the fine short hair, there is a pair of clear gem-like eyes, staring at Nuck, the pupils are full of clarity and calmness.

"But the color is very close. It's the venom of a sand wasp."

Januk looked at the glass vessel in his hand, his expression as if he had just drank rancid milk, and his stomach began to churn.

"If I were you, I wouldn't leave the bathroom too far in the next few days." Ezreal stood up and rubbed his ribs.

But when he looked around, he saw that Januk's thugs had already surrounded him, and the sharp blade in his hand glowed with a piercing cold light.

"You little bastard."

Januck smashed the gorgeous glassware to the ground. Just as he was about to walk over, he suddenly groaned.

The venom of the sand wasp has taken effect.

"I want you. This matter is not over."

Januk's words were a little choppy, but Ezreal could hear the threat.

"It's a pity that you have lost your chance!"

Ezreal looked at the tall man with a bloody mark on his face, stretched out his arm, and the golden light flashed.

Bang!

The arcane magic bomb exploded, directly shattering half of the tall man's body.

The gushing blood dyed the thug's face and body red.

"You can't let this guy run away, use diluted shimmering potion."

Januk arched his waist, lay on the ground, and took out a glass bottle that shone with purple light from his arms.

He didn't care about the side effects of the shimmer potion and drank it all in one gulp. Some of the liquid stained his red beard.

The shimmering potion can not only make people stronger quickly and double their speed, but also heal wounds and get rid of negative states of the body.

Under Januck's order, the thugs took out bottles containing purple liquid and poured them into their mouths, and then their bodies were illuminated by a strange purple light.

"Glimmer potion!"

Ezreal looked at the bottles containing purple liquid, his expression suddenly changed.

"Are you crazy? This is Piltover, not Zaun!"

Januk got up and used his remaining sense to show a ferocious smile to Ezreal.

"Crazy? As long as I kill you, no one will know what's going on here."

"No, someone will know."

Ezreal shrugged his shoulders, stepped back, raised his gauntlet, and fired a magic blast at the wall behind him.

Bang!

The stone wall cracked, melted under the power of magic, and then exploded from the inside out.

"To protect yourself?"

"Your greed tells me that you not only want to protect yourself, but also plan for Piltover's trade."

Ezreal was at the breach, looking back at Januk who was chasing him, and shook his head slightly.

Facing an out-of-control enemy, he has many options.

For example, escape

Hmm. Leave for now.

After all, he is not a combatant.

But an explorer.

An explorer who likes to search long-lost ancient tombs, touch ancient curses, and take on challenges that are impossible for ordinary people.

"Damn Ezreal, come back and I will fulfill our agreement."

Januk chased Ezreal, his eyes glowed purple, and saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, I already got the news I wanted." Ezreal would not be fooled again.

He quickly climbed down the stone wall, and in a flash, his figure appeared on the roof facing the street.

"In addition, let me tell you another news. Someone has given me better conditions. He can get me full recognition from the Piltover Explorers Guild."

"The premise is to provide information about the Hex Gem."

Ezreal smiled sarcastically at Jannuk, the gauntlet recharged, and the golden light jumped frequently in the dark night.

Amidst the chaotic noise and destruction, the effect of the shimmering potion gradually faded.

Januck regained his senses, looked around the damaged museum, his face twisted, and he let out a low growl of incompetence.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Ezreal, I will kill you."

After venting his anger, he immediately turned back to stare at his thug and spoke in a solemn voice.

"This place can no longer be used. Help me move all the collections and leave immediately."

"Ok."

The thugs felt the anger in their boss's heart, and no one would touch their brows at this time.

They began to move their hands and carefully moved many collections in the museum.

Januk looked at the figure that had disappeared into the dark night, a look of fear appearing in his bloodshot eyes.

He understood that his actions might reveal something.

But he was an ordinary person and had no choice.

Under the gears of fate of Piltover and Zaun, only strength can guarantee survival.

(End of this chapter)