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"Where is this place?"

This is a dark room, but it can be seen from the rubble everywhere that it collapsed, and the culprit is the woman in front of him, who is holding a strange round boomerang.

She stood up and looked around. She had no memory of how she got here before. At the same time, she also discovered a strange phenomenon. The place was obviously blocked, but why was there still light?

She could clearly see her hands, the ground, and the murals on the surrounding walls that hadn't been damaged yet. Wait, murals?

The woman walked slowly to the wall that exuded an ancient atmosphere and gently touched it with her hand. Then the pictures and a familiar text on it began to glow.

"Is this Shurima's writing? Why is it glowing?"

She took a few steps back and looked at the surrounding walls with caution. It turned out that the panic here was emanating from the murals and words on these walls, so the place did not fall into darkness.

"How do I get out?"

She was thinking that now that she was trapped underground, it was impossible for her to clear away the rubble blocking the top. The smallest piece was almost twice her size.

In her peripheral vision, the murals and words on the wall were glowing brighter and brighter, which caught her attention. She raised her weapon and took a defensive stance.

"Could this be the tomb of some important person? Did I trigger the trap?"

The woman thought to herself. After waiting for a long time and finding that nothing had changed, she breathed a sigh of relief, but then a voice sounded in the closed space.

"Unexpectedly, Shurima's royal blood still exists in the world."

This voice seemed to have its own reverberation, it was like the two sides of the sentence were superimposed together, with a kind of nobility that was transcendent to ordinary people, and with an emperor-like domineering air.

The strange thing is that when faced with the voice coming from the void, the woman could not feel fear or vigilance in her heart. She even had the urge to kneel down and salute.

"Who are you? It's not a good habit to hide your head and show your tail!"

The woman resisted the urge to kneel down and shouted these words into the air.

But the voice didn't care about her rude behavior and rang in the air.

"Although it's only one in a thousand, it's really not easy."

"But it doesn't matter, I will raise the sun wheel again and tell my people..."

The woman already had a crazy idea in her mind, but it was so crazy that she couldn't believe it. However, there was something strange in the mural in the middle that she hadn't noticed before.

Feeling some kind of power rising in this space, she looked at the mural.

In the mural, the Sun Disk towers high in the sky, countless Shurima subjects kneel and worship under the high platform, and the army of gods composed of the Ascended Ones lines up on both sides of the high platform.

On the high platform, directly below the sun wheel, there are four figures, a dog-headed man, holding a scepter, but with a calm temperament, Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.

The other one has the head of a crocodile and holds a huge meniscus iron blade, which is majestic and majestic.

Between these two strange creatures, there are two people. One of them is wearing a Shurima royal robe and holding a noble scepter that symbolizes the identity of the Shurima emperor. You can feel it even if you can't see the face clearly. That arrogance.

"It's actually true."

The woman could not suppress the desire and shock of worship in her heart. On the mural, the image of the Shurima Emperor was constantly trembling and glowing golden.

She has been traveling in the desert all year round, and she has studied the history of Shurima. After all, Shurima's territory is so big that you can't be sure what is buried underground, and this knowledge has saved her life more than once. .

The figure wearing royal robes is definitely Azir, the last emperor of Shurima, while the kobold is the grand maester of Shurima, and the crocodile creature is his younger brother. The two of them are the most powerful in Shurima. The Ascended Warrior.

But she had no clue about the young man behind Azir.

"I can tell you who he is."

The woman suddenly woke up. Without raising her head, he saw a pair of golden iron boots. Now she didn't dare to raise her head and kept silent.

"That is my closest slave, a traitor, the one who destroyed Shurima, the one I must kill forever."

After sleeping for countless years, Azir spoke calmly, but he would never forget or understand. This kind of hatred could hardly be smoothed away by time.

The sacred ritual was forcibly interrupted, and the power of the sun directly destroyed all the mortals in Shurima, but what the person who did this did not expect was that he did not die.

Instead, he successfully ascended and became one of the gods.

Azir no longer looked human. He was now wearing golden armor, but he had the head of a bird and the body of a bird, but the power of the sun flowed through his body.

He had thought about it countless times in the dark, and this was the last time.

The picture in his mind kept flashing, and finally settled in a library, where two teenagers gathered together and whispered.

......

Azir, who was dressed luxuriously, was still a child at this time. He was holding a book and frowning. The knowledge in the book must be difficult for him to understand.

Not far away from him, there was a child of his own age but wearing ragged clothes mopping the floor. He saw the book in Azir's hand, which he had secretly read several times.

"Do you want to help him? I understand all the problems there, but my father said not to talk to people from the royal family, you might be killed..."

This boy is a slave, no matter whose slave he is. Thanks to his father being a mage when he was forcibly collected by Shurima, he also has a good job, that is, as a cleaning staff in the library.

Their whole family were slaves, and he had already adapted to this life. However, he had an indescribable thirst for knowledge as long as he could remember, which made him almost risk his life and secretly read a third of the library. Book.

The little boy from the royal family in front of him encountered a problem. The boy remembered his father's teachings, but he could not feel the tyranny of other royal members from Azir. Azir seemed to have the heart of a scholar just like him.

In the end, the kind-hearted boy helped Azir, and the obscure question for Azir was immediately solved by the little boy in rags.

Azir was happy; he was the least favored of the Shurima princes, for he was very thin, while his brothers were all strong and mighty.

What he admired most was Nasus, the great maester of Shurima. Nasus seemed to have all the knowledge in the world in his head, but he did not dare to ask Nasus for advice, so he could only often come to Nasus named after him. Studying at the Thass Grand Library.

Today's problem made him particularly confused, but someone solved his confusion. He looked up at the little boy, and was stunned for a moment when he looked at his tattered clothes, and then asked with a smile:

"My name is Azir, what's your name?"

The little boy shook his head numbly and replied:

"It is written in the Shurima Code that slaves cannot have names."

Azir was stunned for a moment, but soon he said in a firm tone:

"It doesn't matter. I can give you a name that will only be used between the two of us. You will be my friend from now on. Let me think about it..."

Azir touched his chin and thought for a while, then smiled and said:

"Zerath, how about it? I'll call you Xerath from now on, okay?"

The numb eyes of the little boy in tattered clothes seemed to have a little brightness, because he had a name. He didn't realize that he showed a smile, and just kept murmuring in a low voice:

"Zerath, Xerath, Xerath..."