I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

Ezreal said angrily.

Then he touched the dodecahedral magic shield covering him curiously, felt the solid touch from above, and asked Levi, "How strong an attack can it block?"

Li Weisi thought for a while, "It's no problem to block bullets, and falling rocks should also be able to block it. Its strength depends on the strength of my mental strength."

Ezreal's eyes gradually flickered when he heard Levi's description.

It lit up, and his eyes were fixed on Levi's, as if seeing an ancient Shurima treasure.

With the shield in place, places I couldn't go before may be...

"Don't think too much." Li Weisi rolled his eyes immediately when he saw him like this: "This shield will consume all my attention now. With the shield on, I can only pick up the sword and fight with my cerebellum."

"No, it's not a battle, I mean we can use it in the process of exploring—go this way, the first gate I encountered when I came last time is under the fifth stone platform—"

Ezreal continued to talk about his outlook on the use of the magic shield while leading the way.

"For example, some tunnels with traps—can it resist curses—"

"—Probably." Levi replied.

"—then we can go to places with strong curses, believe me, there are usually good things there!"

The sound of the conversation between the two gradually became distant, and the figure also disappeared in the thick fog. After a while, the rope that Li Weisi left in place began to shake.

Da da.

Cat-like light footsteps sounded, a pair of slender legs wearing striped cropped trousers stepped on the stone steps with tattered leather shoes, Jinx rubbed her arms with both hands.

She only wore a small vest on her upper body, and the smooth skin of her exposed lower abdomen had goosebumps visible to the naked eye.

The temperature in the ruins is much colder than above.

Jinx originally wanted to cut their rope so that they could not come back, but when she turned her head and thought, Shirko sent someone into the ruins before, as if he also wanted the things in the ruins.

So he changed his mind again.

If I get that thing, Silko will definitely not underestimate me like before, and I will help.Jinx said to herself, Jinx, you will help.

She took off the pistol strapped to her thigh, and groped to follow. She subconsciously felt that following these two strange people would definitely bring her goods—this is a judgment that normal people can make.

Although Jinx is a little schizophrenic, her IQ is still good. Isn't it obvious that she can receive goods with two mages?

She is no stranger to mages. Some gangs often recruit spellcasters from Zaun, and some are selling spellcasters.

Silko also cooperates with some mage groups, and when he conflicts with other alchemy barons, spellcasters often attack, whether it is the enemy or his own.

Therefore, although the people of Zaun are afraid of spellcasters, they are not helpless.

Those who have experienced fighting mages in Zaun know one of their weaknesses - these people are afraid of black guns.

"Oh~ who is not afraid of black guns?"

Jinx said to herself, her purple-blue eyes looked around casually, bouncing down the stairs like an outing, and her figure quickly disappeared into the thick fog.

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In the depths of the underground palace, a huge and exquisite sarcophagus quietly sits in the center of a giant palace-like hall built with neatly cut and polished boulders and gold as the floor.

Skilled craftsmen have left ingenious pictures on it, all of which are pictures of a warrior with a human body and a bird's head fighting, only the first one is slightly different.

In the picture, a person is kneeling on the side of the throne, and another person without a facet is sitting high on the throne. The surrounding radioactive lines seem to say that the person on the throne is emitting light.

He held a crystal wand in both hands, which he was about to bestow upon him.

These engravings are very clear, without the slightest sign of time passing or dust. The hall is silent, only the magic gemstones on the stone pillars are quietly emitting a dim light.

No one has set foot here for thousands of years.

At a certain moment, the picture on the sarcophagus suddenly burst into golden light, and then a dim spirit body that had been sleeping for thousands of years floated out.

He is huge, more than ten meters tall, wearing a Shurima-style battle suit and skirt armor, with a humanoid body but an animal head. If you look closely, you will find that his head is that of a vulture.

He snapped his eyes open, hovering above the sarcophagus, staring for a moment at the shimmering Shurima Empire emblem covering the entire dome.

Then he looked up to a certain direction above his head, his indifferent eyes that belonged to vultures opened slightly, staring at that direction for a long time in disbelief, and then became excited visibly with the naked eye.

He got up, then knelt down on one knee on the floor paved with gold, deeply buried the proud head that belonged to the god warrior.

"His Majesty!"

Silent and humble shouts circled in the hall, and the ruins vibrated loudly.

This is a tribute and welcome to the emperor.

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"Damn, let go of your dirty hands, I warned you not to touch those things!"

Mr. K growled, he didn't even dare to roar loudly here, he could feel that the ruins were filled with magical energy, it was very weird, as if every crack in the stone and every grain of dust was magical.

The muscular man who touched the mural just now turned red and then pale. It can be seen that he is not easy to mess with. He is tall and muscular, and his hands have been replaced with alchemy technology enhancements. Rough mechanics give a texture of power.

but apparently

Mr. K. is more terrifying.

He lowered his head and didn't speak. The shock just now scared everyone. At this moment, facing the accusations, the man couldn't say anything.

He literally almost killed everyone.

Mr. K glared at the man's leader: "Take care of your people!"

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Chapter 223 Chapter 86 Tears of the Goddess

Afterwards, Mr. K looked at the mages not far away. He was not familiar with these mages. He only knew that they were the mage group of Zaun and seemed to cooperate with Silko.

The exploration of the ruins was carried out by the most powerful alchemy barons in Zaun, and Mr. K did not have the idea of ​​exploring alone.

As members of the Black Rose, no one knows more about the traps and curses hidden in the ruins of ancient Shurima than they are.

Black Rose once explored around in search of ancient magical artifacts, and also entered some ancient Shurima ruins. Although the harvest was quite rich, the loss of manpower made the organization unbearable. Even the Pale Witch almost died once. inside......

Who can guarantee that the ruins this time will not be in danger from before?

Mr. K had a plan in mind, he took a few steps towards the mages, and asked a friendly figure, "Mr. Lukexi, what do you think about this ruin?"

Lukexi stared at the lines on the gate and was silent for a while, then reached out to touch it for a while, and said in a deep voice, "This is the sleeping place of the god warriors."

God Warrior... Everyone around fell silent after hearing this word, and the atmosphere in the entire corridor of the underground palace was as silent as death at this moment.

Even after thousands of years, the name of the Celestial Warrior still resounds throughout Valoran, and is sung as a fairy tale to scare children.

Everyone knows that the Celestial Warrior has another name - Darkin.

Their cruelty, blood, and tyranny are all engraved in the hearts of every generation of Runeterra people through word of mouth.

But to the people of Zaun, it doesn't matter whether it is a god warrior or a darkborn, as long as it can make money.

They were just stunned for a moment, and then laughed arrogantly: "Since he is a warrior of the gods, there should be many treasures in his cemetery!"

These alchemy baron's subordinates even started to discuss the distribution of the treasure later, and finally reached an agreement that whoever grabs it will get it.

However, Lukexi poured cold water on them, and said in a serious tone: "Go to the lowest central tomb first. If you rashly open other tombs, you may trigger a trap."

Black Rose had encountered such relics in the past, so he was not sure whether what the mage named Lukexi said was correct, but considering that they did know about the relics before, they chose to believe it for the time being.

And at this moment, Lukexi touched a certain engraving on the gate, and input some arcane energy into it, but the gate did not respond at all.

Lukexi tried a few more times, but there was still no response. In the end, he was silent for a while, and whispered angrily.

"Blast it off!"

blast it away?Is he crazy?

Mr. K twitched his lips when he heard that Luxey was going to bombard the gate with magic. He still remembered that the last person who did this in the ancient Shurima ruins ended up being burned alive by an unknown gas.

He calmly led his men a little further away so that he could retreat at any time.

Lukexi didn't explain too much, holding his wand and raising his hand, a ball of arcane light with a diameter of about two meters was gradually forming, and his men were also bombarding large and small magic missiles towards the gate.

Boom boom boom boom!

The continuous magic bombs bombarded the gate, smashing out small holes, and finally the giant light bomb cast by Luke smashed through with the wind pressure.

After a loud noise that shook the eardrums, smoke and dust spread freely.

Lukexi summoned a gust of wind at random, and the dust settled.

Mr. K saw a broken gate, and behind the gate a giant flame golem patrolling like a soldier.

Just when everyone was stunned and did not dare to act rashly, one of the golems turned slightly to look outside the door, with its scarlet single eye staring at the long corridor outside the door of the tomb, watching those insect-like people.

As the two sides looked at each other, more and more giant flame golems stopped patrolling and looked out the door in unison.

The atmosphere gradually froze, making people suffocated and breathless. At this moment, Lukexi raised his wand, and the arcane crown flickered, and dozens of spellcasters under him responded to the attack at the same time.

At the same time, the glowing one-eye of the flame golem became more and more shining, and Mr. K could feel a huge amount of arcane energy