Chapter 255 The welcome method of the Zaan people
"Eye of the Storm·Janna!"
Huo Jixing whispered, and the red-gold light in his eyes slowly disappeared.
When Feng Xu appeared before, he immediately used the power of the Suzaku Constellation to try to spy on this great being who protected Zu'an.
As expected, he failed.
Under [Suzaku·Red Eyes with Fire Pupils], Huo Jixing could not see a trace of cloud emerging.
As he saw it, Feng Xu appeared out of thin air.
Whether it is the power of the Suzaku Constellation or the power of the Azure Dragon Constellation, Janna's storm power is completely undetectable.
“Oh God!”
Huo Jixing looked around at the haze of Zaun outside the screaming elevator with burning eyes.
Janna is an ancient and mysterious wind spirit who responds to the prayers of the Zaun people and protects the poor.
This is also the reason why Huo Jixing behaved cautiously after coming to Piltover and Zaun.
Although with his power to step into the legend, he can ignore most of the forces and heroes.
But in the Twin Cities, there are still a few existences worthy of his fear.
Janna, the eye of the storm, is what he fears the most.
A real god!
For countless years, Janna has witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations.
From beginning to end, she seems to be a standing beacon, giving hope to desperate people.
In the many rumors and deeds circulating, Janna usually does not appear in the sight of the people of Zaun in her true form.
She will use gentle breezes or fierce tornadoes to help people in trouble.
Woohoo! Woohoo!
The sinking of the screaming elevator.
The cave was filled with the sharp sound of metal scraping and the thumping sound of gears biting.
There are fewer and fewer people in the cabin, and most of the passengers who come in later will wear gutter breathing masks.
The style of the mask was somewhat familiar to Huo Jixing. He had seen these alchemy technology devices in the lower urban areas, which could be used to filter harmful substances in the air.
However, Huo Jixing noticed the strange looks they cast and felt a little doubtful in his heart.
He reached out and touched his face to confirm that there was nothing abnormal.
Then he seemed to remember something, and his eyes fell on the haze of Zaun that filled the air. His heart moved, and he immediately understood the confusion of the passengers.
These dark green hazes floating in the air are composed of countless chemical gases and contain a large amount of harmful substances.
They drift like mayflies, eroding the surrounding environment silently.
If you are not careful, this Zaun haze can be easily inhaled into your mouth and nose, causing lung infection.
In severe cases, the cough will not stop, and the health will be seriously threatened
Huo Jixing shook his head slightly, the haze in Zaun will have a serious impact on ordinary people.
But to him, it does not pose any threat at all.
Because the highly toxic gas inhaled will be burned by Nanli Fire as soon as it enters the body.
Bang!
The screeching elevator finally landed in front of a very dilapidated looking platform.
With the heavy sound of landing, the platform slowly shook.
Huo Jixing looked at the platform in front of him.
Most of the glass originally used for decoration has been broken, leaving only a few broken and colorful pieces of glass hanging on the window frame.
There were many small glass fragments in the corner, covered with thick dust, as if no one had cleaned this place for a long time.
"Last stop, the ditch area."
The administrator's deep voice came, and behind the thick goggles, a look of disgust could be seen.
Gutter area.
The lowest level area of Zaun.
In the Zaun area, all the forces with alchemy technology will basically discharge their own waste liquids, chemical materials and other garbage into the ditch areas without restraint.
This has resulted in an extremely harsh environment in the ditch area, with discarded garbage and bubbling toxic liquids everywhere.
At the same time, the Diggy District has also become a place where Zaun’s losers live.
Passengers stepped off the elevator one after another, as if they were afraid of something, and hurriedly escaped into the dark green haze and disappeared into the dilapidated streets.
Bang! Squeak!
Blitzcrank jumped off the screaming elevator, his huge metal body smashing into the dark green haze, causing the platform to creak.
Perhaps because he had been hanging outside the elevator for a long time, Blitzcrank moved his arms in an anthropomorphic manner.
Seeing that Huo Jixing had not left yet, he gave him a polite smile.
Huo Jixing was slightly surprised by how anthropomorphic Blitzcrank was.
In his impression, few robots would react like Blitzcrank.
"Self-awareness?" Huo Jixing's eyes flickered.
Whether it is Piltover or Zaun, a robot with self-awareness is definitely the dream experiment of countless inventors and alchemy technology researchers.
But they could only let Blitzcrank walk around in the Zaun area without daring to take action.
Except for Blitzcrank’s own strength.
The existence behind him forces all forces to give up their greedy desires deep in their hearts.
After all, he is someone who can open the era of Hex technology with Jace.
After completing his glorious evolution, no one can know the limit of his current potential.
Because of his existence, Blitzcrank's status in the Zaun region is somewhat special.
It is rumored that his evolution has far exceeded the design scope of the source program.
Blitzcrank even began to upgrade his body so that it would never be affected by instructions.
After saying hello, Blitz walked towards the depths of the ditch area. He needed to deal with the highly toxic waste scattered all over.
Boom!
Waiting for the last person to walk out of the glass door, the gearbox and gear set inside the screamer elevator beat and sang quietly, rising rapidly and disappearing into the ditch.
Huo Jixing walked out of the broken platform, looked around, and frowned.
The environment that came into view was different from any place he had seen before. It was dilapidated and desolate, full of the atmosphere of abandonment and forgetfulness.
Huo Jixing stepped forward and entered the dirty and silent street in front of him.
The surroundings are very quiet, only the occasional sound of wind and the roar of distant machines break the tranquility.
"It seems that we need to find someone to inquire about the news."
Huo Jixing whispered softly, his eyes glowed with red-gold light, and many clouds filled his field of vision.
“It’s just you!”
He chose to distance himself from the clouds, and his body escaped into the dark green haze.
Gutter area.
The stench of venom flows along the cracks in the alchemy technology facilities, corroding into pits.
Four punk youths wearing dirty coats and rusty alchemical technology devices are chatting on the street.
They either hold iron pipes or daggers in their hands, and occasionally they also hold swords and flowers.
"Hey, have you heard? The once-destroyed Eye of Zaun has reappeared, attracting the attention of many people."
The punk youth on the far right remembered the recent rumors on the streets and shared his news with his companions.
"What? You want to join the Eye of Zaun? I advise you to forget it." The nearby punk youth fiddled with his metal arm.
“The times have long since changed. It’s better to join the Gorask Industry than to join a destroyed force.”
“Most of the dance halls and bars in the Dance Corridor have already hung up the Gorask "The name of the industry." "They are short of manpower now. Maybe a few of us will have a chance."
The punk youth in the middle with colorful hair was immediately interested when he heard his companion’s words.
“The alchemy technology products of Gorask Industry opened up the channels to the city, and defeated many Picheng guys and entered the shops.”
“There were even some wealthy Picheng guys. They will also bid for the products of Gorask Industry.”
Speaking of Picheng, the companions nearby laughed.
In the hearts of the Zaun people, Piltover would not be what it is today without Zaun.
Their hard-earned workers, their prosperous trade, and their alchemy technology are what Mrs. Waltworth has always wanted.
"If we can enter the Gorask Industry, can we drink shimmer wine at will in the future?" Finally, a slightly short punk youth said his heart.
“It’s not just shimmer wine, maybe we can also try shimmer potion.” The punk youth on the far right fell into longing for the future.
“But now we need to save more money and install some alchemy technology enhancements for ourselves, otherwise we will not be able to enter Gorask Industry.”
The punk youth in the middle spoke coldly, breaking everyone's illusions and revealing the situation they were facing now.
Lack of money!
Even if they snatch some chemical materials in the ditch area and slaughter ordinary people who are lost at will.
But the money saved is not enough to add the latest alchemy technology enhancement to myself.
What's more, there is a legendary figure and many of his followers in the ditch area.
Their fame is sung by countless gang members, gutter orphans and the forgotten.
"How about we try to see if we can join the Fearless War."
The short punk youth just started to speak, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by his companions.
"Can you ensure that you survive the life-threatening trial?"
"Uh"
The words of his companions directly killed the punk youth's ideas.
He couldn't help but shudder when he thought about the horrifying rumors in the trench area and the survival rate of the fatal trial.
"Hello? Did you hear anything?"
The short punk youth leaning on the street wall seemed to hear something and waved the dagger in his hand.
“Are you here for business?”
The punk youth with dyed hair looked towards the dim street with bright eyes, and faintly saw a hazy figure walking towards him.
Da da! Ta-ta!
The light footsteps beat the ground rhythmically, and also beat the hearts of punk youths.
They looked at each other, a look of cruelty appearing on their faces under the dim light.
They slowly circle towards their target, like a predator slowly approaching its prey.
The surrounding dark green haze rolled in the street, intertwined with the surrounding dim light, creating a strange atmosphere.
When the punk youths finally saw their target, uncontrollable smiles quickly appeared on their faces.
Picheng guy!
They looked at the handsome young man in their field of vision who was wearing neat clothes and had a knife hanging from his waist, and immediately recognized the other person's identity.
For punk youths, Picheng Laoer represents a lifestyle and values that are completely different from them.
They may have envied the people of Piltover for their generous life and advanced technology.
But the reality made them full of hostility and dissatisfaction with the Piltover people.
And in the Zaun region, which is full of danger and violence, the appearance of Piltover also means wealth.
The punk youths quickly gathered around, their eyes flashing with greed and ferocity.
Although I can’t tell from his clothes that this Picheng guy has anything good.
But after becoming a corpse, they can definitely find a lot of valuable things.
Because in Zaun, sometimes the body can be a good commodity.
"Picheng guy, hand over everything you are carrying."
The short punk youth looked at Huo Jixing with the eyes of a fat sheep and spoke in a ferocious voice.
Hearing this, Huo Jixing stopped and looked calmly at the punk youths surrounding him.
Is this how the Zaunites welcome people?
Although he had already expected it in his heart.
But when I noticed the greed in the eyes of the punk youths, I was still a little surprised.
“Damn Piltover guy, I hate your gaze.”
The violent voice penetrated the haze of Zaun, and a punk youth carrying a rusty alchemical technology arm strode forward. Heading towards Huojixing.
His eyes were full of hostility and anger, as if he wanted to pour all his anger on this Piltover guy.
Because Picheng Laoer’s calm gaze reminded him of the painful memory of losing his arm.
It was a petty theft in the lower urban area. He just touched the wallet of a Picheng guy, but he paid a heavy price for it.
Piltover's guards captured him and broke his arm as punishment.
Because he could not get effective treatment, he had to spend all his wealth, undergo amputation surgery, and replace it with this rusty alchemical technology arm.
Bang!
The solid metal fist penetrated the dark green haze, and with violent force, hit Huo Jixing's head hard.
At this moment, the punk youth’s face was filled with a ferocious smile, and he was looking forward to the moment when he saw the Pi City guy fall to the ground in pain.
However, just when his fist was about to hit Picheng Laoer's head, an unbelievable scene happened.
The target stretched out a finger and gently placed it in front of the metal fist.
Then he felt an indescribable force coming from the opponent's fingertips. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move any further.
Pfft!
The subtle sound of metal cutting sounded.
In the horrified eyes of the punk youth, that ordinary finger turned into the sharpest blade, easily slicing open his alchemy technology arm, and then across his neck.
“Hey, is it solved?”
There were inquiries from the companions behind him, but there was never a response from the punk youth.
Another short punk youth smelled a touch of blood and vaguely sensed something was wrong.
He shrunk his body, rolled to the ground, swung the dagger in his hand, and stabbed Picheng Laoer's lower body decisively.
His companions immediately realized something and immediately swung the iron pipe and hit Huo Jixing.
Pfft! Poof!
Two slight voices sounded almost indistinguishably.
Huo Jixing retracted his fingers and walked without stopping, past the three punk youths standing there, towards the last surviving punk youth with dyed hair.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As soon as Huo Jixing came to the punk youth, the three punk youths behind him fell down weakly and hit the ground, splashing dark green dust.
Under the dim light, dark red blood flowed along the ground, stained by the haze of Zaun, adding a touch of desolation and desolation to this dilapidated street.
The punk youth with dyed hair looked at the ground dumbfounded, and the anger and murderous intention in his heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.
He understood that what he was facing was not a simple Picheng guy, but a being with powerful power.
Pop!
Huo Jixing gently patted the face of the punk youth with dyed hair to call his attention back.
“Tell me, who is the Dreadnought you just mentioned referring to?”
The punk youth with dyed hair swallowed, and the fear in his heart reached its peak.
But in order to survive under the hands of the Picheng guy in front of him, he spoke without thinking.
"Dreadnought: Urgot!"
(End of this chapter)