Chapter 238 Explorer Ezreal
The edge area of the lower urban area.
On the dirty street near the Dance Corridor, a museum is hidden among many dilapidated buildings.
From a distance, this museum is almost integrated into the surrounding buildings, making it very inconspicuous.
The dark gray marble walls are covered with traces of time, and the bronze grilles and stained glass windows make up its unique appearance.
Even though it has been baptized by time, the main structure of the museum remains solid.
At the top of the museum, there is also a tower with gold and silver textures extending to the sky, with several different flags flying in the wind, representing the museum's different collection characteristics and cultural backgrounds.
The sight falls into the interior of the museum. The spacious main room is filled with many different collections.
They are arranged according to different themes and periods.
There are antiques full of history, each piece seems to have witnessed the glory and vicissitudes of the past.
There are exquisite works of art, which display the treasures of human culture with unique shapes and delicate techniques.
There are also those seemingly inconspicuous alchemy products. They are a little old, but they contain endless wisdom and exploration behind them.
"Did you find what I wanted?"
A low voice sounded, and an old man sitting among the collections looked at the hooded explorer in front of him.
"The time wasted is too long. If it is delayed any longer, I cannot guarantee the timeliness of the information you want."
As the old man spoke, he pushed the dinner plate aside on the table and stuffed several pieces of mutton between his exposed golden teeth.
Behind the old man, a tall man with a bloody mark on his face came out, his fierce eyes fell on the explorer, and then he began to clear away the dinner plates and tabletop.
The explorer smelled the danger lurking in the air, and raised the corners of his mouth hidden under the hood, not caring at all.
He looked at the old man in front of him, Januk.
An immigrant from Freljord, tall and strong, with a red beard on his face.
He has a nasty and despicable acting style, is very greedy for money, and has a huge appetite.
It is rumored that this guy often hides it from his employer and fills his private residence with antiques and works of art.
Most of them were stolen from ancient tombs or other museums through illegal means.
Also, this guy likes to sit and dine among his collections to show off his wealth.
If I remember correctly, this guy has betrayed me twice. The explorer thought to himself.
Get rid of the above bad behavior.
Jannuk never delays in paying his rewards, which is why explorers continue to cooperate with him.
"What you want is here." The explorer took out a glass vessel from his arms, held it in his hand, and shook it gently.
“It’s a very interesting container. I guess it’s probably from Shurima before the classical period.”
Under the dim light, the liquid in the glass vessel was almost a tablespoon. A different kind of light appeared among the waves.
Januk was still sitting at the dining table, looking at the crystal vessel in the explorer's hand, a cold look flashed in his cloudy eyes.
"Ancient slurry!?" The explorer stared at Januk and chuckled.
"Jannuk, this is very different from the information you provided me."
He shook the glass vessel again and said word by word.
“This is Ulloa’s potion!”
"For this Ulloa's potion, which is worth its weight in gold, I almost buried myself in a cave and could not come back."
"Potion."
Jannuk His eyes were fixed on the glass vessel, as if he had never heard the explorer's words, and his eyes were filled with greed.
"Just one drop is enough to quench the soul for thousands of years. Make a mortal's skin as strong as a forbidden magic stone."
His voice was full of respect and greed. When the explorer took back the glass, When the vessel reaches its highest point.
"Don't worry, Januk." The explorer took a step back slowly.
“Did you get the news I wanted?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Januk looked away with difficulty, whispered, and rummaged for the drawer key.
"The news you want has been prepared for you, and its authenticity is absolutely guaranteed."
"Plus the full recognition of the guild, remember?" The explorer saw Jannu Gram's movements, a breath of relief.
After he became famous in Valoran, many places began to refuse him entry.
Bars, schools, even a Sona recital, etc.
But the rejection of the Piltover Explorers Guild made him extremely sad.
Because he had risked his life so many times in the wild to find the lost Hextech blueprints for them.
"Ezreal!"
Januck's tone was a little more serious, and his expression looked a little gloomy.
"There is a reason why the guild doesn't particularly like you. You should consider what happened with you in the past."
In the continent of Valoran, there is one thing that can be incomparable For sure——
As long as Ezreal appears, trouble will surely follow one after another.
Or you haven’t gone too far, the scope of the trouble can already be confirmed, and it can be done anytime and anywhere.
"So, you can't give me my reward?" Ezreal's voice came from the hood, his teeth chattering.
"Then our agreement can only be..."
"Haha! Haha!"
Suddenly, Januck laughed boldly and loudly, breaking the tense atmosphere .
“Why do you think I always come to you for business? It’s because I like you.”
"We have history, and history is always a good deal."
He drank the wine in one gulp and reached out to brush his red beard stained with wine.
"I'll go to the study to get the news you want and the guild's fully approved letterhead. Please wait a moment."
How can any buyer leave their reward in the study? This is the oldest trick.
Ezreal looked at Januk's leaving back and did not choose to leave. Instead, deep in his heart, he described the actions of Januk and others.
I guess Januk will come out with a flintlock gun pointed at my pretty face.
Before Ezreal’s thoughts settled, a strong sense of threat came from behind.
He immediately turned around and muttered.
"Damn, I guessed wrong. Januk was not holding one flintlock gun, but two flintlock muskets."
Jannuck was holding up two flintlock muskets. Two flintlock guns came over slowly, with a fierce look on their faces.
"I'm sorry, Ezreal."
"The gears of Piltover and Zaun's fate have started moving again, and I must protect myself."
"The fate of Piltover and Zaun Gear? "
Ezreal paused, seeming to realize something in his heart, and his pupils were full of horror.
"What do you want to do with the Hexstones? Start a war?"
"Huh? What news do you know?" Januk's expression changed with shock, and he stared at the explorer in front of him in a panic.
"I found some interesting information, and the final source points to you, Januk."
Ezreal stared at the vicious Januk in front of him, and gently raised his arm .
“You, a businessman from Piltover, dare to touch the belongings of the Myrdalda family. You are really desperate!”
Bang! Bang!
A dull roar sounded in the museum.
Jannuk held two flintlock guns and pointed them at Ezreal and opened fire quickly, intending to kill him directly.
【Secret Shooting】!
Just as the flintlock fired.
Ezreal raised his arm, and a golden light flashed towards Januk.
This is a showdown between magic and bullets!
Poof!
The blunt-edged warhead sliced through the air, and quickly entered a white-hot state under the impact of the magic bomb.
Then the air turned into a wisp of white smoke and slowly dissipated.
Ezreal seemed to be well prepared for the scene in front of him, and he charged the gauntlet again. Runes and magic will win everything.
And will win forever!
He looked at the duplicitous Jannuck in front of him, and took steps lightly.
[Arcane Leap]!
Hiss!
Subtle energy fluctuations streaked through the air.
Under Januk’s disbelieving eyes, Ezreal disappeared from the spot.
The next moment!
The arcane energy fluctuates turbulently, and the golden light blooms again.
Ezreal appeared behind Januk, and golden light condensed on the gauntlet, aiming at Januk's huge, stupid head.
"Put down the gun, Januck."
"It has been put down in advance."
Hearing this, Ezreal chuckled softly, he was indeed Januck.
Then his eyes dropped to the ground and saw two flintlock guns already placed at his feet.
“Huh?”
When he turned around, he saw an earth-shaking scene.
Although Jannuck had no time to turn around, he avoided the energy fluctuation coming from behind.
But as a Freljordian, he was born with a keen sense of danger and successfully sensed Ezreal's location.
Bang!
Jannuk's body remained motionless, one hand grabbing straight onto the golden gauntlet, like a steel pliers, firmly clamping down on Ezreal's arm.
The other hand pulled Ezreal over his shoulder and slammed him through his desk.
A sound like muffled thunder exploded in the spacious main room.
Ezreal saw the stained glass dome, a patch of white, and many sawdust flying around, filling his field of vision.
Bang!
Jannuk didn't give up yet, and kicked Ezreal hard in the ribs.
Then he took Ulloa's potion from Ezreal's arms, pulled off the cork, and poured it down.
"Even if you have a gauntlet with rune magic, you should not be so close to a Freljordian warrior."
"The potion is about to be for me."
"Fake!" Ezreal said with difficulty.
The hood on his body was lifted for some reason, revealing a short golden hair, which looked a bit messy.
It was also covered with copper-colored goggles, with two blue lenses embedded inside, glowing with runes like a deep lake.
Under the fine short hair, there is a pair of clear gem-like eyes, staring at Nuck, the pupils are full of clarity and calmness.
“But the color is very close, it’s the venom of a sand wasp.”
Jannuk looked at the glass vessel in his hand, his expression looked like he had just drank rancid milk, and his stomach began to churn. stand up.
"If I were you, I wouldn't leave the toilet too far in the next few days." Ezreal stood up and rubbed his ribs.
But when he looked around, he saw that Jannuk's thugs had already surrounded him, and the sharp blade in his hand glowed with a piercing cold light.
“You little bastard.”
Jannuk smashed the gorgeous glassware to the ground. Just as he was about to walk over, he suddenly groaned.
The venom of the sand wasp has taken effect.
“I want you. This matter is not over.”
Januk's words were a little choppy, but Ezreal could hear the threat.
"Unfortunately, you have lost your chance!"
Ezreal looked at the tall man with a blood mark on his face, stretched out his arm, and the golden light flashed.
Bang!
The arcane magic bomb exploded, directly shattering half of the tall man's body.
The gushing blood dyed the thug's face and body red.
“You can’t let this guy run away, use diluted shimmering potion.”
Jannuk arched his waist, lay on the ground, and took out a glass with purple light from his arms. bottle.
Ignoring the side effects of the shimmer potion, he drank it all in one gulp, and some of the liquid stained his red beard.
Glimmer potions can not only make people stronger quickly and double their speed, but also heal wounds and get rid of negative states of the body.
Under Januck's order, the thugs took out bottles containing purple liquid and poured them into their mouths, and then their bodies were illuminated by a strange purple light.
“Glimmer potion!”
Ezreal looked at the bottles containing purple liquid, his expression suddenly changed.
"Are you crazy? This is Piltover, not Zaun!"
Jannuk got up and used his remaining sanity to show his ferocious expression towards Ezreal smile.
"Crazy? As long as I kill you, no one will know what's going on here."
"No, no one will know."
Ezreal shrugged his shoulders and stepped back. Taking one step, he raised his gauntlet and fired a magic blast at the wall behind him.
Bang!
The stone wall cracked, melted under the power of magic, and then exploded from the inside out.
"Preserve yourself?"
"Your greed tells me that you not only want to protect yourself, but also plan for Piltover's trade."
Ezreal is opening the door. He looked back at Januck who was chasing him and shook his head slightly.
Faced with out-of-control enemies, he has many options.
For example, running away
Hmm. Leave for now.
He is not a combatant after all.
But an explorer.
An explorer who likes to search long-lost ancient tombs, touch ancient curses, and take on challenges that are impossible for ordinary people.
“Damn Ezreal, come back and I will fulfill our agreement.”
Januk chased Ezreal, his eyes glowed purple, and saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Sorry, I already got the news I wanted." Ezreal will not be fooled again.
He quickly climbed down the stone wall, and in a flash, his figure appeared on the roof facing the street.
"In addition, let me tell you another news. Someone has given me better conditions. He can get me full recognition from the Piltover Explorers Guild."
"The premise is to provide News about the Hex Gem ”
Ezreal smiled sarcastically at Januk, the gauntlet recharged, and the golden light jumped frequently in the dark night.
Amidst the chaotic noise and destruction, the effect of the shimmering potion gradually faded.
Jannuk regained his senses, looked around the damaged museum, his face twisted, and he let out a low growl of incompetence.
"Ah! Ah!"
"Ezreal, I will kill you."
After venting his anger, he immediately turned back to stare at his thug and spoke in a solemn voice.
"This place can no longer be used. Help me move all the collectibles and leave immediately."
"Okay."
The thugs felt the heart of their boss No one would touch his anger at this time.
They began to move their hands and carefully moved many collections in the museum.
Januk looked at the figure that had disappeared into the dark night, a look of fear appearing in his bloodshot eyes.
He understood that his actions might reveal something.
But he is an ordinary person and has no choice.
Under the gears of fate of Piltover and Zaun, only strength can guarantee survival.
(End of this chapter)