let go of my anne

Ezreal flipped his sunglasses on top of his head, let out a long breath, the Shurima desert was as disgusting as ever.

The air in Piltover is better. Ezreal glanced at the ancient pyramid that was distorted under the scorching sun, and knocked on a dilapidated stone door of the pyramid. A small splash made by a small stone thrown into the lake.

After a long time, when Ezreal impatiently wanted to smash the dilapidated stone door, the stone door finally moved.It slid to the side with an unpleasant rattling sound, stone chips kept falling, and a cold, decaying aura came from the dark passage inside the door, and a very magnetic voice said: "Very Sorry, old friend, I was just taking a nap."

Ezreal rolled his eyes, murmured that the dead should sleep, and quickly entered 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, exuding an unpleasant smell similar to rotting fur.

Ezreal waved his hand in disgust, "I really don't understand why you like living in this kind of place."

The torch illuminated the person who came to greet him. It was a person wearing a typical desert costume, with most of his dark muscles exposed, but the most peculiar thing was his head, which was similar to a dog's head, only the eyes Deep, without the turbidity of animals, it is a kind of half-orc, which is extremely rare in Valoran.This guy with a dog face and a human body was holding an emerald green staff in his hand, and the dog's face showed a trace of apology, "Oh, old friend, I'm so sorry, you know I'm not used to sunlight."

The two quickly walked through the interior of the pyramid without stopping for a moment. Obviously, it was not the first time that Ezreal came here.

When they came to a hall, the two of them stopped, and the torches around them gradually lit up, revealing 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 sat casually on a collapsed stone tablet, took his water bottle, and took a big gulp.

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

The kobold called Nasus planted his emerald green staff on the ground, "Let's see what you have achieved this time."

Ezreal saw that Nasus was not interested in his topic, and he was not in a hurry. He took out a dull copper-yellow greatsword from nowhere. It was full of rust and seemed to break if touched.

"This is the Infinity Blade?" Nasus took the giant sword, stroking the tiny patterns on it that are 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 battle that happened not long ago, and it also completely cut off the ban on magic in this continent, causing the rune energy to wreak havoc. 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, which led me to find it directly. It seems that I am indeed the one chosen by God." Ezreal When he said the last sentence, the arrogance and indifference of overlooking the world appeared on his face again.

"Very well, I made the right decision to cooperate with you instead of those idiots in the council." Kobold Nasus's dark eyes radiated a strange light, "Believe me, soon, There will be nothing left here."

Ezreal curled his lips at an angle that Nasus could not see, "Then you'd better research this sword to get a preliminary result as soon as possible, this ghost thing is starting to become more and more unstable." He raised his hand , obviously the sky-defying endless energy ring in his hand has flaws that outsiders don't know about.

"Also, I met—the flame of hope." Ezreal saw the kobold seem to be intoxicated in his own world while touching the great sword, and said a piece of news that was enough to attract Nasus.

"You said... the flame of hope." Nasus's eyes flashed, and he was attracted to him. He turned around and walked to an old stone tablet, pointing to a line of unintelligible words on it, speaking in an obscure way. Read out in an inexplicable tone, "The flames of the night—the end of the world—there is hope—come—shatter—barbaric—butcher knife—save—broken—Valoran—"

"You mean this? I sold this prophecy to Noxus ten years ago, and as a result, I directly lost their trust for ten years."

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

"What do you want to do?" Nasus raised an eyebrow humanly.

"Of course it's up to you, the biggest intelligence dealer in the entire continent, to quietly disclose this news to Noxus... and Demacia." Ezreal calmly spoke out his vicious plan, The face is innocent like a little virgin.

"You're a scumbag." Nasus smiled silently, "but I like it, what a...good idea."

"Hey, don't say that, I'm just promoting the progress of the world, just like God did." Ezreal shrugged his shoulders, but there was no smile on his face.

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Chen Senran had a rare peaceful week.The troublesome little Lolita was dragged by her mother to learn magic, and Hasta was too busy with her own affairs to inspect his magic progress.And the most wonderful thing is that a batch of high-quality red wine arrived in this barren land from Demacia.

Chen Senran, who has not drunk red wine for a long time, is 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. Chen Senran didn't even need to smell the fruity scent deliberately.

The scarlet wine was poured into Chen Senran's throat from the delicate goblet, and Shuhua's silky liquid slipped into his lungs, giving him a beautiful feeling of blooming flowers.This is probably also the reason why red wine was able to be Chen Senran's hobby in the previous world.

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

As he poured down his second glass of red wine and deftly drained the bottle, Hastur knocked on his door.

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First update.I said before that this is a work of the game, and I am preparing to write it recently, so I am working on the outline seriously, which leads to a bit of a lag in the update.

However, it is shameful to ask for a recommendation ticket.please.

Give me some motivation.Ladies and gentlemen, and other people who like the world I describe.