Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

After a period of trekking, Ryan and the others went lower and lower.

The sun has long disappeared, and only some dim lights illuminate the road ahead.

Suddenly, they came to the end, in front of a long, narrow and terrifying crack.

"How are you going to get down?"

Seraphine stepped on the stage and wondered.

She could hear Ezreal's singing full of confidence. According to her estimation, it must be at least a kilometer down here.

"A true explorer is always ready to explore!"

Ezreal confidently took out a bundle of ropes from his backpack:

"Produced by Zali Adventure Shop, the super-long rope makes it easy to climb up and down."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome."

After Ryan finished speaking, he continued to move forward.

When his feet were in the air, a stream of water appeared under his feet, holding him down continuously, before disappearing into the darkness after a while.

"The strongest explorer, don't make us wait too long."

Seraphine stepped on the stage and floated straight down.

Orianna was even simpler. She didn't have any equipment. She just smiled at Ezreal and jumped down the crack.

The figure she jumped down did not seem to be affected by gravity, and fell downward at an even speed in a magical way.

Ezreal opened his mouth to watch the others fall, and he looked at his rope again.

Why did he suddenly feel that the Zali expedition props he bought with the help of his uncle, which he had been thinking about in the past, would not be fragrant...

"No, the way doesn't matter. What matters is that the one holding the rope is the greatest explorer of this century, Ezreal!"

Ezreal became optimistic again, put down the rope, and slowly climbed down.

He descended very slowly, and he was on a stone step, and he took out the conditioner and took care of his hair.

At all times, you have to maintain your image!

Well, this is the first rule of exploration, originating from the first explorer of Runeterra, Ezreal!

It took about dozens of minutes, and it fell for a long, long time, and Ezreal couldn't see the head below.

Oh, the **** of exploration, why is it so long.

Before he could finish lamenting, a water light suddenly lit up below.

The serpentine water hit the rope above him, and the rope was interrupted directly by his dull gaze. The strength of his hand suddenly loosened, and his body fell unconsciously.

"Do not!"

Ezreal made a free fall, but before he could show horror on his face, he felt that he had fallen into a ball of water, leaving only his head exposed.

The water polo went down quickly, and after a while, it traveled a longer distance than he had fallen before.

In less than 2 minutes, he had already seen the bottom.

There stood the three Ryan who had been waiting for him for a long time.

The water polo burst, and he fell to the ground, smiling awkwardly at the other three.

He also did not expect that his patron was also a powerful mage.

Ordinary mages can't do that.

However, this time he didn't talk nonsense, but looked at the front seriously.

Dusty steps, ancient corridors.

The underground world, wrapped in darkness, is like a huge labyrinth. Twists and turns, not knowing where the various roads lead.

Looking out from the direction of their location, there are traces of life moving around.

"This is Vazuun!" Ezreal asserted.

In preparation for the expedition to the Tomb of N'Zuk, he had read everything about Shurima.

Customs and culture, attention to tombs, architectural style, burial specifications, etc...

These are inscribed with ancient artificial traces, which are completely in line with the cultural customs of Shurima 2000 years ago.

"This kind of white stone paving the ground is called white sand stone. It is made of sand in a special way. Each piece is handmade, and the size of the bricks is almost correct. They are the cornerstones of the road in the core city of Shurima."

Ezreal seemed to be a different person when he entered the ground, and his expression was full of seriousness.

Shurima was once the most powerful empire on the continent. In order to demonstrate the strength of the country, the construction of their core cities was made in strict accordance with the standards.

Every brick is handcrafted by slaves, if mistakes are made, the slaves will be executed.

And the white sandstone in front of you seems to be endless, except for some cracks due to historical reasons, the rest is just covered with a layer of soil and rocks.

If you look at the corner of your eyes, you can imagine the prosperity of Shurima.

"2,000 years ago, it was a long time ago." Orianna sighed, "This once prosperous city was buried like this, waiting for the day when it will reappear."

Through those pair of Hex eyes, she was able to see far away without being affected by the darkness.

The underground world is a huge void, and the former city has been well preserved.

Exquisite desert buildings are scattered, and wide streets criss-cross.

Only through the cracks in the buildings and the dirt and dust on the streets can it be seen that this is a city that has long since died.

"If the sun can be restored here, my reputation in Rune Continent will surely be comparable to that of Mount Targon." Ezreal muttered to himself.

He had turned on the searchlight, and the ancient city slowly unfolded in front of him, making his mind sink deep into it.

At this moment, he is digging the unknown history!

A few people walked in the city, and the surrounding buildings were mostly made of earth and stone, mostly yellow-brown, which was in line with the style of the Shurima desert empire.

"There seems to be nothing here... and it seems to have experienced a terrible war." Seraphine hesitated, controlling the stage and shrinking behind Ryan.

The more they walked into the city, the more they could find that it was full of traces of destruction.

The buildings on the edge were fine, but the buildings inside were damaged more seriously, as if they had been bombed by a giant bomb.

The sand was scattered all over the place, the streets were full of potholes, and the potholes were displayed one by one.

"I found it!"

After walking for a while, Ezreal suddenly said excitedly.

Directly in front of them, where the searchlights were shining, there was a huge and towering spire.

The building is surrounded by wide steps on all sides, facing Ryan on both sides, which are beautifully carved with frescoes.

Facing their direction, there is also a simple gate made of sandstone, with a lot of mysterious characters engraved on it.

Ezreal excitedly took two steps in three steps, then quickly went up the steps and walked to the gate.

He looked left and right at the words on the door, hesitating and hesitatingly said:

"Curse...Curse..."

"Come on, you don't know any of the words on it except curse." Seraphine explained.

"For explorers, there is no curse, which is equivalent to coming in vain. Curse is the key word, indicating that we have found the right place." Ezreal disagreed.

Ryan carefully looked over the writing on the wall and whispered, "ubdbwcxuaibrnb."

"What?" Ezreal didn't understand.

"This is an ancient Shurima text~www.readwn.com~ Shurima's native language is about to be lost. It probably means: May Shurima prosper and seal disaster here forever." Ryan explained.

"No curse?" Ezreal was a little disappointed.

The curse is the essence of the explorer's story. Without it, it would always feel a little less exciting.

"In the ancient Shurima script, curse and disaster are the same phrase, combined with the context of the whole sentence, the function of this building is to seal some unknown existence." Ryan explained.

Regarding the earliest use of magic, there are two points that cannot be avoided. The First Lands of Ionia and the Desert Empire of Shurima.

In ancient times, they mastered the top magic of Runeterra.

Whether it is the natural power of Ionia or the divine power of the Ascension God, its essence is magic power.

To learn more about magic, one must learn the language of both.

The Ionia region is old-fashioned, and the language of the past has been preserved until today. Many people know the ancient language of nature, and there are many ways to learn it.

The ancient Shurima language is completely different. As the Shurima Empire fell apart, each city-state fought its own way and established different kingdoms.

In the millennia that followed, the ancient Shurima language was gradually lost.

Modern Shurima is more similar to the common language of Runeterra, with almost no shadow of ancient Shurima.

Ryan is also through the immortal fortress's many handbooks from thousands of years ago, which is a part of this mysterious language in the lost history.

"It sounds like it's dangerous here. Shall we go in directly?" Ezreal was eager to try.

What about Seal Calamity, even powerful monsters can't stand the passage of time.

You know, at least 1,000 years have passed since then!