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Chapter 70 The Wind of Zuan (please support~)

The history of the Twin Cities is not short, even going back further, it is older than Demacia and Noxus.

Because the port city named Zaun was once a trading post in Shurima and existed more than 3000 years ago.

Although it was the Piart Canal excavated 3000 years later that brought real prosperity to the area, the name Zaun is actually the real name of this twin city.

With the excavation of the Pilt Canal and the establishment of the "Gate of the Sun", the name of Zaun sank into the ground along with half of the residents. Prosperity requires a price, but only half of the people of Zaun paid. cost.

"Maybe I should go visit my old friends first."

Standing on the high arch bridge, Reid looked at Zaun. The city that inherited the name of Oshra Vazun existed under layers of fog and smoke. Ordinary humans could not even see through it. Diffuse gas smoke.

Although most of Zaun City is shrouded in the shadow of the cliff, it is not actually a dark and lightless city. It has a unique tone of its own.

The alchemical light that is very characteristic of Zaun lights up the lamp base, reflecting the creative combination of the colored glass of the lampshade. The polished steel light wheel in the lampshade sends light into the darkness.

Smoke and dust of various colors leak out from the staggered, corroded and aged smoke exhaust pipe grids. The light coming from the tower above is filtered into strange colors, cross-reflected between the colored glass of the Zuan workshop, and finally falls to the ground. Together with the alchemy light, it forms the unique color of Zaun.

The architectural style of Zaun is completely different from that of Piltover above. Most of Zaun's building structures are dominated by steel grids. The iron used for construction either comes from boiling furnaces or is recycled from waste above.

Although the bolt-and-bang structures of Zaun's buildings only provided the most primitive functions, the residents here still created amazing architectural wonders, piercing the thick fog and reaching into the sky. Alchemy towers demonstrated the power of Zaun.

Reed jumped from the arch bridge. Although Zaun and Piltover had special screaming elevators for passage, Reed obviously preferred this direct method.

Reed's strange behavior caused a brief commotion on the arch bridge. An old man with hanging temples jumped out from the arch bridge and jumped into the endless gray twilight of Zaan.

This is undoubtedly writeable material for tomorrow's Piltover newspaper. If it can be provided to the newspaper in time, it may bring an unexpected income.

The citizens of Piltover have a typical self-reliance character, because they have to rely on themselves. The relief provided by this city to the down-and-out is pitiful, and those who do not work hard cannot survive here.

"Currently arriving at the station, dance corridor!"

In the process of falling, Reed passed the platform of a screaming elevator. A female administrator was shouting loudly, and the bell-shaped speaker amplified her voice.She adjusted her thick goggles, and then continued to announce the next site loudly:
"Arrived ahead, border market, Thaumaturgy Magic Academy, Plant Cultivation Center."

The Screaming Lift is a huge project, and the Hex Press is the foundation for its operation. Its main support structure is three longitudinal rails, which are perpendicular to the ground and at the same height as the ground. They lead directly from Piltover to Zuan Diggou District.

The cabin of the Screaming Elevator is a large round sphere, which is composed of countless gears and precise iron structures. The cabin is divided into many floors with different price points. This is obviously for the convenience of the rich and gives them the opportunity to spend money. Money is separated from the poor.

Dozens of people poured into the elevator at this time, with different identities and different classes. There were businessmen going to Zaun Night Market to set up stalls, workers going home to sleep after get off work, and people going to the glass dome training tower to enjoy the night. Flowers for the wealthy people of Zaun.Although Zaun is dotted with polluted slums interspersed with nothing but steel and rock, there are still living things that manage to grow here.

The rich people in Zaan will build a closed crystal house and name it the cultivation tower, where they will grow trees and plants full of vitality. The cultivation tower in Zaan can not only symbolize power, but also provide cleanliness. The air is basically a must-have building for the wealthy people in Zaun.

Reed descended all the way and landed on the wet ground of Zaun. The thick and solemn haze rolled in the street, as if to warmly welcome Reed's arrival.

Reed frowned. Today's haze was obviously not normal. Normally, the haze was relatively thin, so it wouldn't be so bad that he would cough up a mouthful of thick phlegm and mucus every time he took a breath.

Reed came at the wrong time. Today's climate in Zaun is a "grey warning", and the concentration of haze is terrifyingly high.

In the weather of "gray warning", every breath will make the throat tighten and the chest feel hot. The burning taste of alchemy remains in the throat, as if someone has strangled the throat and blocked the mouth and nose. The most important thing is that under this kind of weather, the visibility will not be more than an arm's length away.

This kind of air quality obviously makes Reed feel very uncomfortable. After all, compared to this place, his hometown Bandle City is a veritable fairyland and fantasy land.

"call!!!"

The strong wind howled, and the Zaun haze lingering around Reed was blown away. Although this still could not purify the air, it at least made Reed feel slightly more comfortable.

"Is someone calling for the Wind Spirit?"

A voice sounded in Reed's ears, as close as a breeze. Soon, the breeze began to blow Reed's cloak and his hair. The wind began to whistle and accelerate, and Reed turned into a storm. center of.

Reed watched the haze form a vortex in front of him, and was lifted into the sky by a ubiquitous breeze. The haze gradually dissipated, and the haze shrouding Zaun drifted into the distance with the wind, revealing Piltover City. arch bridge and tower.

The wind stopped and the haze dissipated. Reed felt the smell of the air again. It was fresh and cool air that did not exist in Zaun. The curtain of gray haze was removed, and the bright sunshine reflected the high altitude of Piltover. The tower spilled into Zaun.

A pair of arms were wrapped around Reed's neck, and his hands were crossed around his chest, hugging him tightly. A few strands of silver hair fell to his shoulders, and a fragrance like the fragrance after the wind and rain drifted in. Reed's nasal cavity.

"Long time no see, my Hayate."

A gentle voice floating in the wind came from behind Reed, lingering around him gently and brushing against his face.

"Long time no see, Alem."

Reed hugged the slender arms wrapped around his chest, smiled and replied to the wind elf, hugging the guardian who always appeared in times of crisis and never left.

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(End of this chapter)