The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

"I think so."

Elise's gorgeous red lips curled up quietly, looking extremely happy.

"So, the poor wife killed her husband and got the antidote. The antidote was mixed in the wine, and it became the fire of the soul now."

"Oh, so... wait?"

Just as Ezreal was about to nod and hold the big guy in front of him, he heard the turning point of his wife's counterattack, and said in a stunned manner:

"You mean, the husband died?"

"That's right, the husband was deceived by his wife's begging, and finally got a knife stabbed in his heart. Cuckold, the wife knew from the beginning that the husband would definitely put the antidote on him." Elise spoke in a tactful tone The story of the time.

"The wife understands the husband, but the husband does not understand the wife!" Ezreal gave a vague evaluation.

He has never heard of this story, who knows if this family is still there.

In the end it was clear that the wife had won and he wasn't that stupid.

"Yes, if the husband can understand the wife, who knows what the result will be..." Elise's expression flashed a bit of complexity, but it was quickly covered up.

"Professor Elise, do you understand the curse?" Ezreal asked suddenly.

"curse?"

Elise's beautiful eyes shrank, and she suddenly raised her head.

Seeing the other party's reaction so big, Ezreal was also startled and waved his hands repeatedly:

"I just heard that there is a mysterious curse in Shurima's tomb, so I want to ask if you have any knowledge of this."

"The curse of Shurima... I don't know about that." Elise lowered her head again.

She wanted to help this young man, but when she asked about the curse of Shadow Island, she knew that Shurima could only help.

"That...I know!"

Below, a black-skinned and silver-haired boy raised his hand timidly.

"you know?"

Ezreal was surprised, he looked carefully at the boy, with a touch of shock in his eyes:

"Are you a vastaya?"

He saw that the lower body of the young man was not a human leg, but a brown snake tail.

"No, no." The boy waved his hands again and again, "My name is Mori, I'm from Shurima, and our family has been the tomb guard for generations."

"Gravekeepers...specially those who guarded the tomb after the death of the Shurima Emperor. High-risk occupations in Shurima, but often extremely loyal to the tomb owner."

Ezreal looked at him, and his words seemed to explain the origin of the other party.

"Professor Ezreal, you are so knowledgeable." Anaconda nodded in agreement.

"You said you understand the curse, it should be your leg." Ezreal guessed.

"Yes... We were living a day-to-day life. But once... the door of the mausoleum was opened, and when we arrived at the mausoleum, we were all cursed, and our lower bodies became snake tails. Most of us were cursed. People lost their minds and died painfully, and only a few survived." The anaconda was in pain.

"It's so pitiful, where is the tomb you guarded? Let me see if there are any clues." Ezreal said with sympathy.

"We have been guarding it for a thousand years. It is not far from Narimajie, and there is a flying-winged stone lion statue at the door." Sen Yan said seriously.

"Damn...the winged lion statue! Is it a lion with wings made of mica stone?" Ezreal blurted out.

"It's it! The professor really knows everything!" Anaconda sincerely praised.

It never occurred to him that Ezreal knew there.

"Ahem, the emperor of the post-Shurima kingdom is buried there. If I remember correctly, it should be the 47th generation. The emperor is still his own name, and his name is Erudis." Ezreal's eyes glanced slightly.

He had been to that place, and the tomb of Netzok was below the tomb of the emperor.

The door of the mausoleum seemed to be opened by him from the inside, and he had just put on the armguard.

But...why is he okay...

"Aldis! Yes, the older generation read this name. You are amazing!" Moriana looked excited, and looked at Ezreal with more respect.

"Tell me about that curse, this should also be the purpose of your joining the empire." Elise interjected.

How could she not see the embarrassment in Ezreal's eyes, maybe the opening of the door was related to this little guy.

Elise's mouth was playful, but she still helped him.

"Yes! Curse!"

When the anaconda mentioned this, the excitement gradually faded, and there was sadness on his face:

"Because of this **** curse, we are unable to protect the mausoleum. I was sent out by the elders to find a way to recover."

"How much do you know?" Ezreal asked unexpectedly.

"I don't know much, but I heard that only by gaining the power of the Ascension God can we resist this curse." Anaconda looked solemn.

The existence of Ascension Gods is too far away from them.

"Defend...I just don't know if I can recover." Ezreal breathed a sigh of relief.

He finally knew why he didn't have any influence, and the arm guard was really a good thing.

Swish!

His figure disappeared in a yellow glow from the front of the teahouse, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the anaconda.

"Come on, try wearing this arm guard."

Taking off the armguard from his hand, Ezreal handed it to the anaconda.

This is because of him, and if he can help, he will try to do it.

"Ah... ok!"

The anaconda took the armguard cherishly, but nothing changed until he put it on.

He saw the disappointment in Ezreal's eyes, and seemed to realize something in his heart, his voice was low:

"Professor, is this the weapon of the Ascension God?"

"I can only try, but unfortunately there is no result." Ezreal said helplessly.

"Thank you, Professor! Thank you for your trouble~www.wuxiahere.com~ The anaconda reluctantly looked at the eye guard, but he took it off decisively and handed it back to the other party.

Ezreal patted his shoulder and sighed:

"I'll find a way for you, we're all Noxians now. I can't, and the President and the others."

"Yeah! I will definitely bring back the curse recovery method. Professor, this is the curse information I have collected these days."

Anaconda took out a simple notebook from his arms and solemnly handed it to Ezreal.

"This...I shouldn't take it."

Ezreal looked embarrassed, he wanted a little, but the guilt in his heart made him unable to agree.

"No, Professor, you should accept it. If I die on the way to find a solution to the curse, I hope that the future professor will write the curse solution on it and bring it back to my hometown."

The anaconda revealed his true feelings and looked at Ezreal pleadingly.

"Okay... I'll try, but don't be too pessimistic. There are countless explorers looking for ancient sites in Shurima. There will always be a way!"

Ezreal took the note and promised solemnly:

"And, I promise you, I will save you and your people, this is Ezreal's oath!"

"thanks!"

When the anaconda heard this, tears filled his eyes and he almost cried.

This is the first time he has felt warmth since he left home. Shurima's compatriots are right, Noxus is their sanctuary and a place worth fighting for!

He couldn't help walking forward, hugged Ezreal hard, and swore to himself.

After resolving the worries of his people, he will dedicate himself to Noxus!

At this time, thunderous cheers sounded from the side, and many historians even wrote on their personal notes.

History worth remembering always happens at some inadvertent moment.