The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 238 Explorer Ezreal

The fringe 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 and is 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 inlaid with gold and silver textures that stretches into the sky, with several different flags flying in the wind, representing the museum's different collection features and cultural backgrounds.

Looking inside 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, and 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 was looking for?"

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 plates and tabletop.

The explorer smelled the danger lurking in the air, and the corners of his mouth hidden under the hood slightly raised, not caring at all.

He looked at the old man in front of him, Januk.

An immigrant from Freljord, tall and muscular, with a red beard.

He has a nasty and despicable acting style, is very greedy for money, and has a huge appetite.

Rumor has it that this guy often kept his private residence filled with antiques and art without telling his employer.

Most of them were stolen from ancient tombs or other museums through illegal means.

And this guy really 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.

Januk never delays in paying his rewards, which is why explorers continue to work with him.

"Here's what you want." The explorer took out a glass vessel from his arms, held it in his hand, and shook it gently.

"Interesting vessel, I guess it's probably from pre-Classic Shurima."

Under the dim light, the liquid in the glass vessel was almost a tablespoon in size, and it rippled with a different kind of light.

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 spoke 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 never came back."

"Potion."

Januk's eyes were fixed on the glass vessel, as if he had not heard the explorer's words, and his eyes were filled with greed.

"Just one drop is enough to quench the soul for a thousand years. Make a mortal's skin as hard as a forbidden magic stone!"

His voice was full of respect and greed, reaching its highest point when the explorer took back the glass vessel.

"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 breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Januck's actions.

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 saddened him the most.

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, one thing is absolutely certain -

As long as Ezreal appears, trouble will surely follow one after another.

Or before you get 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..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Suddenly, Jannuck burst out laughing loudly, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Why do you think I always look for you when I have business? It's because I like you."

"We have history, and history is always a good business."

He drank the wine in the glass 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 letter of full approval from the guild. Please wait a moment."

How can a buyer put the reward in the study? This is the most old trick.

Ezreal looked at Januk's back and did not choose to leave. Instead, he described Januk's actions in his heart.

I guess Januk will hold a flintlock rifle and aim it at my pretty face when he comes out.

Ezreal's thoughts have not settled yet, and a strong sense of threat comes from behind.

He turned around immediately and muttered.

"Damn it, I guessed wrong. Januk was not holding one flintlock, but two."

Januk was holding two flintlocks, walking over slowly, with a fierce look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Ezreal."

"The gears of fate of Piltover and Zaun have started again, and I must protect myself."

"The gears of fate of Piltover and Zaun?"

Ezreal paused, as if he realized something in his heart, and his pupils were filled with horror.

"What do you want to do with the Hex Gem? Start a war?"

"Hmm? What news do you know?" Januk's expression changed, and he stared at the explorer in front of him in a panic.

"I found some interesting news, and the ultimate source points to you, Januk."

Ezreal stared at the vicious Januk in front of him and raised his arm gently.

"You, a merchant in Piltover, dared to touch the things of the Midalda family. You really don't want to die!"

Bang! Bang!

A dull roar sounded in the museum.

Januk held two flintlock rifles and fired at Ezreal quickly, intending to kill him directly.

[Mystical Shooting]!

At the same time as the flintlock rifles fired.

Ezreal raised his arm, and a golden glow flashed, shooting at Januk.

This is a duel between magic and bullets!

Puff!

The blunt-edged bullet passed through the air, and under the impact of the magic bomb, it quickly entered a white-hot state.

Then it turned into a wisp of white smoke in the air and slowly dissipated.

Ezreal seemed to have been prepared for the scene in front of him, and he charged the gauntlet again.

Runes and magic will win everything.

And they will always win!

He looked at Januk, who was two-faced in front of him, and took a light step.

[Arcane Transition]!

Hiss!

The subtle sound of energy fluctuations passed through the air.

Under Januk's incredulous eyes, Ezreal disappeared from the spot.

The next moment!

The arcane energy surged, and the golden light bloomed again.

Ezreal appeared behind Januk, and the golden light condensed on the gauntlet, aiming at Januk's huge and dull head.

"Put down the gun, Januk."

"It's already put it down in advance."

Ezreal laughed softly when he heard it, and he really deserved to be Januk.

Then his eyes fell to the ground, and saw two flintlock rifles already placed at his feet.

"Huh?"

When he turned his eyes back, he saw a scene that was turned upside down.

Although Januk didn't have time to turn around and avoid the energy fluctuations coming from behind.

But as a Freljord man, he was born with a keen sense of danger and successfully sensed Ezreal's position.

Bang!

Januk's body did not move, and one hand grabbed the golden gauntlet straight, like a steel clamp, firmly clamping Ezreal's arm.

The other hand pulled Ezreal over his shoulder and slammed him through his desk.

A sound like thunder exploded in the spacious main room.

Ezreal saw the stained glass dome, a white area, and many wood chips flying, filling his vision.

Bang!

Januk had not given up yet, aiming at Ezreal's ribs and kicking hard.

Then he took Uroa's potion from Ezreal's arms, pulled the cork, and drank it.

"Even if you have a gauntlet with rune magic, you shouldn't get so close to a Freljord warrior."

"The potion is about to be for me."

"Fake!" Ezreal said with difficulty.

His hood was lifted for some reason, revealing a short golden hair that looked a little messy.

It was also covered with copper goggles, with two blue lenses embedded in it, like a deep lake, with rune light.

Under the short hair, there is a pair of eyes as clear as gems, staring at Nuke, with clear and calm eyes.

"But the color is very close, it is the venom of the sand wasp."

Januk looked at the glassware in his hand, his expression was like he had just drunk sour milk, and his stomach began to churn.

"If I were you, I would not 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 Januk's thugs had already surrounded him, and the sharp blades in their hands were shining with a piercing cold light.

"You... little bastard."

Januk smashed the gorgeous glassware on the ground fiercely, and just as he was about to come over, he suddenly groaned.

The venom of the sand wasp has taken effect.

"I will not finish this matter with you."

Januk's words were a little intermittent, but Ezreal heard the threat.

"Unfortunately, you have lost your chance!"

Ezreal looked at the tall man with a bloody 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.

"We can't let this guy get away, use the diluted glimmer potion."

Januk bent his waist, lay on the ground, and took out a glass bottle with a flashing purple light from his arms.

He didn't care about the side effects of the glimmer potion, and drank it all in one gulp, and some liquid stained his red beard.

The glimmer potion can not only make people become stronger quickly and double the speed, but also heal wounds and drive away the negative state of the body.

Under Januk's order, the thugs took out bottles of purple liquid, poured them into their mouths, and then their bodies were stained with a layer of strange purple light.

"Glimmer Potion!"

Ezreal looked at the bottles of purple liquid, his expression suddenly changed.

"Are you crazy? This is Piltover, not Zaun!"

Januk climbed up and showed Ezreal a hideous smile with his remaining sanity.

"Are you crazy? As long as I kill you, no one will know what's going on here."

"No, someone will know."

Ezreal shrugged his shoulders, stepped back, raised his gauntlet, and fired a magic bomb at the wall behind him.

Bang!

The stone wall cracked, melted under the power of magic, and then exploded from the inside out.

"Save yourself?"

"Your greed tells me that you not only want to save yourself, but also plan for Piltover's trade."

Ezreal looked back at Januk who was chasing him at the gap and shook his head slightly.

Facing an out-of-control enemy, he has many options.

For example, escape

Well. Leave for the time being.

After all, he is not a combatant.

He is an explorer.

An explorer who likes to plunder long-lost tombs, touch ancient curses, and challenge things that ordinary people cannot accomplish with ease.

"Damn Ezreal, come back to me, I will fulfill the agreement between us."

Januk chased Ezreal, his eyes glowing with purple light, and saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Sorry, I have already got the news I want." Ezreal will not be fooled again.

He quickly climbed down the stone wall, and his figure flashed, appearing on the roof of the street.

"In addition, I will tell you another piece of news. Someone has given me better conditions. He can let me get full recognition from the Piltover Explorers Guild."

"The premise is to provide information about Hextech gems."

Ezreal laughed at Januk sarcastically, and the gauntlet was recharged again, and the golden light jumped frequently in the dark night.

In the chaotic noise and destruction, the effect of the glimmer potion gradually faded.

Januk regained his sanity, looked around the damaged museum, his face twisted, and let out an incompetent roar.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Ezreal, I will kill you."

After venting, he immediately turned around and stared at his thugs, speaking in a serious tone.

"This place is unusable, help me move all the collections and leave immediately."

"Okay."

The thugs felt the anger in their boss's heart, and no one would raise an eyebrow at this time.

They began to move their hands, carefully moving the many collections in the museum.

Januk looked at the back that had disappeared in the night, and a trace of fear appeared in his bloodshot eyes.

He knew that his actions might reveal something.

But he was an ordinary person and had no choice.

Under the gears of fate in Piltover and Zaun, only strength can guarantee survival.