Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

After a period of trek, Ryan and others went lower and lower.

The sun had long since disappeared, and only a few dim lights illuminated 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.

"True explorers are always ready to explore!"

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

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

"It doesn't take that much trouble."

After Ryan finished speaking, he continued to move forward.

When his feet were empty, 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 simpler, she didn't have any equipment, just smiled at Ezreal and jumped down the crack.

The figure she jumped down seemed to be unaffected by gravity, falling downward at an even speed in a magical way.

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

Why did he suddenly feel that the Zali expedition props he had bought with the help of his uncle after thinking about it all the time, 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, lowered the rope, and slowly climbed down.

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

At all times, keep your appearance!

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

After about tens of minutes, it fell for a long time, and Ezreal could not see the head below.

Oh, god of adventure, how long.

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

The serpentine current 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 like he had fallen into a ball of water, leaving only his head exposed.

The water polo quickly descended, 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 living beings all around.

"This is Vazuun!" Ezreal asserted.

In preparation for his expedition to the Tomb of Netzuk, he had read everything about Shurima.

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

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

"This kind of white stone on the ground is called white sand stone. It is made of sand in a special way. Each piece is handmade. There is almost no error in the size of the bricks. 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.

Each tile is handcrafted by slaves, and if something goes wrong, the slaves will be executed.

The white sandstone in front of you seems to extend all the way without end. Except for some cracks due to historical reasons, the rest is just covered with a layer of soil and rocks.

From the corner of your eyes, you can imagine the prosperity of Shurima.

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

Through the pair of hex eyes, she could 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 long dead city.

"If the sun can be restored here, my reputation in Rune Continent will be comparable to Targon's Peak." 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!

Several people are walking in the city, surrounded by large buildings

It is mostly built with earth and stone, and mostly yellow-brown, which is in line with the style of the Shurima desert empire.

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

The further they walked into the city, the more they could find traces of destruction here.

The buildings on the edge are fine, but the more the buildings inside are, the more damaged they are, 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 on it.

"I found it!"

After walking for a while, Ezreal suddenly said excitedly.

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

The building is surrounded by wide steps, 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, quickly went up the steps, and walked to the gate.

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

"Curse...Curse..."

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

"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 softly: "ubdbwcxuaibrnb."

"What?" Ezreal didn't understand.

"This is an ancient Shurima text, a text that is about to be lost in Shurima. It probably means: May Shurima prosper, and disaster will be sealed 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 power of nature in Ionia or the divine power of the Ascension God, its essence is magic.

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 to this day. Many people know the ancient language of nature, and there are many channels for learning it.

The ancient Shurima language was 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 Common Runeterra, with little shadow of ancient Shurima.

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

"It sounds dangerous here. Shall we go in directly?" Ezreal was a little 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!