LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

One month later, the capital of the Shurima Empire.

In the early morning, Azir walked out of his majestic palace built of yellow sand and inspected his great capital.

The sun disk hangs high in the sky here, which is majestic; the clear spring flows on the ground, full of vitality.

Following the rumors of the water source and the resurrection of the Eagle King, the tribesmen who came from all over the desert to seek shelter were now bathing in the immortal light cast by the sun's disc, happily and contentedly working hard in the reborn oasis of dawn. .

After a month of development, this new empire finally looked like a messy large refugee camp.

Yes. Although the sun's disk is in the sky again and the spring water is once again overflowing with the river called the Mother of Life, the city is still extremely far away from its complete rebirth.

The first is that the time is too short.

Although Azir has personally performed miracles in several important oasis cities to advertise the new Shurima Empire.

However, due to the difficulty of information dissemination in the vast desert and the small population of the Shurima region after agricultural degradation, the warlords and tribes who came here to seek refuge with Azir in the past month are not counted. many.

Second, even though the population of this city is not too large, these people still have no administrative system left. Only Azir, the polished commander, can manage the Shurima Empire.

He had no choice but to let a noble ascendant like Nasus personally handle the secular affairs. He even pulled out a condemned man like Xerath to serve as an administrator. He also tried his best to select from those surrendered tribes whose average per capita education had failed. Only those with knowledge could finally maintain the institutional framework of an empire on the surface and did not confuse themselves into primitive tribal alliance leaders.

Third, and most importantly:

This empire and this city have been abandoned for too long.

It's not as if the sun disk rises to the sky and the healing spring gushes out of the earth, Shurima can be resurrected with full blood and return to its former strength and prosperity.

The explosion 3,000 years ago turned this majestic ancient capital into irreplaceable construction debris, and the long period of 3,000 years also turned this once fertile land into a desert.

The water source has been restored, but it will take a long time for the sandy land to turn back into soil and the oases to turn green again.

"It will get better." Azir was confident.

Water is the source of life. With water, the flower of life will naturally sprout slowly on this land.

His empire will rise again, it just takes time.

Azir thought so. Then he took the arrogant steps of a desert emperor and showed off his ascendant heroic appearance in the respectful and awed eyes of the people.

Walking out of the city that was still in ruins, Azir came to the oasis outside the city.

This fertile land, known as the Dawn Oasis, once stretched hundreds of kilometers from the city center. It was the agricultural center of the Shurima Empire in the past, and it was also the fundamental guarantee for this majestic city to stand in the middle of the desert.

At this moment, the people of Shurima gathered under Azir are working hard to completely resurrect this oasis.

They are busy unblocking canals and underground drains——

The water conservancy network left by the empire on this land has now been buried by thick yellow sand.

If these rivers are not cleared out, even if the Sun Disk draws enough water from the ground, the water will not be transported far enough to truly resurrect this vast oasis that once stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

This water conservancy restoration project is undoubtedly a big project. With the current strength of the Shuriman people, it is unknown how many years it will take to complete the project.

But the tribal people working here now have no complaints at all.

Because they know that for every inch they clear the river channel, they can regain an inch of land from the desert. And a piece of land with sufficient water and arable land was a priceless treasure that they could not even imagine in the past.

When people have hope in their lives, they no longer feel hard.

"The Oasis of Dawn will be restored to life, and Shurima will be revived." Azir looked at these people who were actively working for the empire, and he couldn't help but feel proud and ambitious in his heart.

Emotionally moved, he even surrendered his status in a poem, and used the court music of ancient Shurima to compose a series of hymns in his heart for these mortals working under the scorching sun: "The east is dawning, the earth is shining, my loyal Subjects...."

"Sivir!" Suddenly, His Majesty the Emperor's smile froze.

Because a familiar figure appeared among the group of hard-working "loyal subjects" in front of him.

That was his only blood descendant, the future successor of the Shurima Empire, the master of Chalikal, Princess Sivir with the blood of noble ascension.

Sivir's identity seemed so transcendent to Azir, but...

She actually mingled with the mortals, chatting and laughing, and even used the wind magic she had just mastered to clean up the sand in the river with airflow in front of people, half working and half performing.

"What nonsense." Azir came over in a deep voice: "How can you get involved with these civilians?!"

The light reflected from his golden armor was so dazzling that people dared not look directly at it. When the people around saw the great emperor approaching, they prostrated and fell to their knees.

Azir habitually bathed in the awe of everyone's eyes, and came to Sivir with a confused expression: "My child, how can you work here?"

"Have you forgotten your identity? You are..."

"I am the special commissioner of the Wind Leader Association and the diplomatic ambassador of Zaun to the Shurima Empire." Sivir said his identity slowly.

After the Battle of the Void ended a month ago, Kesha followed her father Kassadin back to Zaun to attend elementary school.

Taliyah also returned to Vekora to join the investigation team, continuing her social investigation of the Shurima region while searching for her lost tribal family members.

Only Sivir received the mission of the organization and was specifically kept here as a communication bridge between Zaun and Shurima.

"Don't make a mistake, old guy." Sivir raised his chin rudely: "I stay here because the organization has a mission."

"I have no interest in being the princess of the Shurima Empire you are talking about!"

"So, I can be with whoever I want, and do whatever I want - your breaking of rules has nothing to do with me!"

"You?!" This made Azir choke.

But he just couldn't teach Sivir a lesson.

Because he's tried it over the past month. As long as he scolded Sivir in a patriarchal tone, Sivir would ask him impatiently: "Where were you when my parents and family members died?"

Then Azir was speechless.

He owed so much to his descendants that he didn't even have the courage to act like a patriarch in front of Sivir.

"This is my empire! I am the emperor! You should listen to me, daughter of Shurima." Azir had no choice but to act like an emperor.

Sivir chuckled: "What emperor?"

"Isn't it because of you and your 'good brother' that Dawn Oasis is in this horrible state now?"

"Now that we are all working hard to clean up the mess you left back then, you still have the nerve to offer opinions?"

Azir: "......"

When Sivir spoke, he spoke a masterful Zaun dialect that he had learned without any teacher. As an emperor, he has lost all his majesty.

The surrounding subjects wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, so they had no choice but to kneel deeper and bury their heads in the sand like ostriches.

"You, you..." You unfilial descendant!

Azir was so angry that he almost couldn't help but use sand soldiers to take Sivir back and put him in confinement.

But Sivir was not afraid at all, and criticized him in turn: "Azir, I don't even know what you think."

"This Dawn Oasis stretches for hundreds of kilometers, and the rivers and canals that need to be cleaned are at least thousands of miles long - you actually let mortals do such a lot of work? Will it take until the year of the monkey?"

Azir frowned slightly when he heard this: "If we don't let mortals do it, then who will do it?"

"You!" Sivir pointed at Azir and said, "Isn't your ability just to control the yellow sand? When it comes to cleaning up the accumulated sand, you alone are more efficient than a hundred thousand civilians."

"If you don't come, who will?"

"Shall I come?" Azir's face darkened.

How can this be done!

The Ascended Ones are demi-human and demi-god transcendent beings in Shurima, and are living gods who are invited into temples by mortals to worship.

It was the infinite worship of gods by mortals to the Ascended Ones, and the absolute surrender that followed, that built the foundation of the rule of the ancient Shurima Empire.

And now, Sivir actually wants him to work personally?

The canals and channels of Dawn Oasis are thousands of miles long in total, so even if he were to leave in person, he would have to work for many days.

An emperor, a god, digs sand in the wasteland every day to open up wasteland... Is this really ridiculous?

When the common people see the ascended people working in the fields, won't they downgrade the ascended people from "supreme gods" to "useful tools"?

The laws of the ancestors are immutable, and those who have ascended cannot engage in lowly deeds.

Azir preferred to wait and let the mortal laborers do the work.

Anyway, for the ascended ones with unlimited life span, decades are just a blink of an eye.

As long as he waits patiently, the mortal workers will naturally complete the task.

Many of the great projects of the ancient Shurima Empire, including the pyramid tombs, the capital temple complex, and the network of canals and culverts throughout the country, were also completed in this way.

And in this world where personal power trumps all else, productivity levels have little impact on national defense capabilities.

As long as there are Ascended Ones, even if the canal is dredged a few years later and the Oasis of Dawn recovers a little slower, it will not affect Shurima's "greatness again".

Therefore, Azir also had the patience to wait.

"But this is your empire!" Sivir asked disdainfully: "Now your empire needs strength. If you don't do it yourself, will you let others do it?"

"Childish!" Azir raised his head arrogantly: "I am a descendant of the sun and a warrior of the gods. It is a grace for gods to protect mortals. How can there be any reason to let gods work for mortals??"

"Yes." Sivir curled his lips.

She pointed to the bluebird incarnation that the organization assigned to her as a special correspondent standing on her shoulder: "Look -"

"Our gods can stand here and act as 'radio' messengers for mortals!"

Azir: "..."

He helplessly looked at the incarnation of the blue bird on Sivir's shoulder, and couldn't help but sigh: "My child, you are really being deceived without knowing it!"

"I asked you to read less heretical texts and learn more about our ancient Shurima classics from Archmaester Nasus. Didn't you listen at all and never went to see him?"

"No, I went to find Nasus." Sivir shrugged.

"Oh?" Azir asked, "You went to study with Grand Maester Nasus?"

"No." Sivir shook his head again.

And just then...

"Death is coming!" At another construction site in the distance, a towering figure suddenly appeared in this barren sea of ​​sand.

That was Grand Maester Nasus.

I saw him using the broad blade of the ax as a shovel, bending his body with all his concentration, and cleaning the sand in the canal with shovel after shovel.

He is like a hard-working farmer. Every time he hoe, he seems to be cultivating the future, with the heavy joy of harvest.

Only then did Sivir say, "I convinced Grand Maester Nasus to come dig the ground with me."

Azir: "..."