After Ezreal repaired his hair spray, he came to the Piltwolf River. Because he thought that there were fires everywhere, the safest area with water became the safest area, so it was most likely to find Geno along the river.

But in fact, there are very few residents of Picheng who take shelter by the river, because at this time, a terrifying storm was brewing outside. People thought it was a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth caused by the war between gods, and they buried their heads and ears like ostrichs. They would rather guard the hut that could be blown up at any time than go out to find another way out for themselves.

Sure enough, while walking along the river, Ezeril's innate treasure hunting intuition suddenly appeared. He dared to conclude that there must be a treasure around him!

Ezeril conducted a carpet-style search nearby. While searching for the treasure, there was no stress reaction in his mouth. Instead, the gems on his arm guard conveyed him a message and asked him to go somewhere.

Then, he guided his arm guard to the middle of the Piltwolf River.

Although the weather is very bad today, dark clouds cover the sun, and the entire Piltwolf seems to be shrouded in the shadow of the God War, this still cannot cover the light of the treasure.

This is a strange-shaped weapon, which is addicted to the riverbed, and is shining with a sharp cold light under the rushing river water.

This made Ezreal feel very familiar. He felt that he had seen this weapon in someone's hand...

"A cross-shaped blade, or a dart? Isn't this Sivir's weapon?"

He remembered that he had seen Shiville several times in Zuan, and she carried this weapon every time. And when they found Shiville trapped in the sea of ​​fire, they seemed to have something missing in their hands, and they were not used to it. Now thinking about it, this weapon was indeed missing.

"This weapon should also be the ancient holy weapon of Shurima? This is the first time I have seen holy objects that can produce sensing in gloves. Ezrel fell into deep thought. Ezrel fell into deep thought.

Although Ezreal did not know the story behind Carykar and it, he guessed it very well.

The biggest relationship between Carykar and Nazuk arm guards is that they are both emperors’ sacred tools, but the former is used by the Ascension Emperor, while Carykar and the latter are used by the mortal emperors; while Carykar and the Sun disc are all external objects, which are not comparable to that of the Nazuk arm guards created by the rough knowledge developed by later generations of holy objects.

Another saying is that the solar disk can inject the power of the sun in the astral energy into the body of the mortals and forcibly lift it into the ascendant; while the effect of Chalikar is just the opposite. It can guide the power of the moon into the body of the ascendant or the dark seed, remove the power of the astral energy ascendant in their bodies, and force it to downgrade it into the mortal.

Let’s think about the hostile relationship between the Lieyang Sect and the Jiaoyue Sect on the Giant God Peak. The connection is thought-provoking...

"As a matter of fact, I still have to bring this weapon back and return it to Shiville. The importance of this thing to her may be as important as gloves to me. Uh... I said I left the team to find Jeno, but I didn't expect to find Shiville. Alas, I hope Taliya and the others have rescued Shiville from the sea of ​​fire at this time."

Ezreal thought about it, but still felt that he could not embezzle the treasure. He was used to using his arm guard to shoot magic light bullets, and suddenly asked him to swing such a heavy dart, and he was still a little resistant.

But after this decision, the problem arose again.

The cross blade was sunk under the riverbed, with a water depth of at least three or four meters, and Piltwolf was not very clean. How could he, Ezreal, take it out of the river with grace and no wet body?

At this time, a slutty action appeared in Ezreal's mind: "Can I flash down and grab the cross blade and flash back instantly? As long as I speed is fast enough, the river water cannot soak me."

Once this idea was born, it took root and sprouted in Ezreal's mind and could not be sprouted.

This was the first time Ezreal teleported to coordinates in the water after getting the gloves, but today he was going to challenge his limits!

He injected magic into the gems on the glove in advance to recharge it. He reserved enough energy to use arcane jumps twice in a row, and then he didn't even have to hold back his energy, so he immediately activated the power of the glove!

There was a dazzling flash in front of Ezreal's eyes, and it immediately teleported accurately under the riverbed.

Although he was so hasty and urgent, before he took action, he even took into account the fact that his vision would be refracted by the water surface. He deliberately teleported a little bit, otherwise the teleportation position coincided with the cross blade, and then he would become a model of death.

After passing through the vortex of the glitter, Ezrel woke up in a brief dizzy state, suddenly reached out and grabbed the ring in the center of the crossblade, pulling it upwards to launch the gloves again and return to the shore.

When Ezreal entered the river, he knew that his challenge had failed. The warm river water soaked his whole body in an instant and almost choked into his throat. But he didn't feel sad because it was nothing to try some irrelevant things.

But life always surprises you when you are unexpected.

Ezreal pulled himself up and pulled himself autistic. He even counted the water surface, the flow rate, and the temperature, but he didn't count the cross blade so much he wanted, and he couldn't even lift it up.

"What is this? Why can't I pull it at all..." A bubble popped out of his mouth, and he tasted the salty smell of the river. He immediately closed his mouth wisely.

It’s not his fault. Can the ascensioner be lifted by a mortal?

He temporarily gave up his plan to teleport ashore and tried to lift the cross blade with both hands, but this did not have any effect. The cross blade just lay on the riverbed without moving.

Since he didn't hold his breath when he was in the water, he felt like he was about to suffocate after lifting it for a while. He decisively activated his gloves to pass through a dazzling vortex, and fell to the shore with several cubic meters of river water.

"The cross blade was not brought up, and the hair spray was still dissolved. It's really not worth the effort."

Izrel, who was soaked all over, lay on the shore and gasped, cursing himself as if he was stupid?

He looked at the dark clouds in his eyes with regret. The water droplets on his body evaporated rapidly in the scorching air. The misty steam was disturbed by the wind and turned into a vague but familiar face.

Ezreal thought it was just his illusion, but the face actually passed through the steam and became more solid, just like a real person.

Then he heard the face frown and speak to him:

"Ezeril, what are you doing here?"
Chapter completed!