Chapter 349 [0346] There Are Many Turtles in a Shallow Pond

Nasus had thought it through. When Azir spread his seed all over the world, the number of his direct descendants exceeded three digits. So many years have passed, and the number of royal bloodlines must have already exceeded the sky, right?

Strength and wisdom are the most perfect combination, so I simply found two children of similar age and good talents, brought them back to the Great Library, and carefully cultivated them for ten or eight years. When they come out again, they will naturally have the foundation for rebuilding Shurima!

With this idea in mind, Nasus finally arrived at Vikaola smoothly after punishing several profiteers and cleaning up several nests of sand bandits.

Passing through the tall archway, Nasus finally entered the city again after a thousand years.

When he took out a copper coin as the entrance fee, his eyes subconsciously fell on the pattern on the inside of the archway - Nasus remembered that there was a picture engraved here to commemorate Empress Wu's liberation of Vikaola from a group of cultists.

Vikaola is located in the lower reaches of the Shurima River and is the only way to the city of Shurima.

When Nasus was still a teenager, he and Renekton had set out from their hometown to Shurima City to take the entrance exam for Shurima University.

Even though thousands of years had passed, Nasus still remembered how he and Renekton looked when they first entered the city of Vekaura. At the instigation of a painter, Renekton spent three days' food money and dragged him to be a model for an hour under this archway, and finally got a double portrait oil painting.

Although the oil painting was lost when the Shurima Empire was destroyed, Nasus could still remember the painting clearly. He and Renekton were in high spirits in the painting, but the background was a little simple because it was too hasty. The exquisite relief background was not reflected on the canvas, but was replaced by an undulating shadow.

However, even if it was just a shadow on the canvas at that time, it was much clearer than the reality in front of Nasus now after the erosion of wind and sand.

The lifelike relief at that time, now only a piece of uneven... undulations remained.

Perhaps a common bard would write a nostalgic poem when seeing this, lamenting the erosion of time, but in Nasus's eyes, what really eroded everything was not time, but the decline of Shurima.

After all, the time between the creation of the relief and Nasus' first visit to Vikaura was actually much longer than the destruction of Shurima to the present.

But when Nasus first came to Vikaura, the statue was still as good as new - what really eroded everything was not the long time, but the lack of maintenance and repair.

Shaking his head slightly, Nasus stopped thinking about it. He strode into the surging crowd on the streets of Vikaura, followed the footsteps of pedestrians, and headed towards the temple in the east of the city.

It is said that the descendant of the Eagle King gave lectures there, teaching everyone without distinction.

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Without much effort, Nasus found the place where the descendant of the Eagle King gave lectures.

In an abandoned temple, countless people were sitting in the shade. In the center of them, a bright yellow guy was dancing and giving a speech.

In order not to reveal his identity, the tall Nasus not only wore a robe, but also wrapped his dark body with linen.

Dressing like this provided him with a lot of convenience. When he went out, no one wanted to get close to a guy who "might have an infectious skin disease."

After seeing Nasus's linen-wrapped arm that he took the initiative to expose, the people who were listening to the speech despised him, some disliked him, and some pitied him. But no matter what expressions they showed, they all made way for Nasus to pass smoothly.

So there was almost no need for any words, and Nasus quickly came to the front of the crowd.

Sitting in the first row, Nasus could finally inspect the descendant of the Eagle King with peace of mind.

However, before he had listened to him for two minutes, Nasus's brows had already twisted into knots, and the dog face (actually a jackal face) under the hood also showed an expression of "old man, subway, mobile phone.JPG".

How to say it.

What this "descendant of the eagle king" advocated was not completely contrary to Azir's political intentions at the time, but it had nothing to do with it.

In the speech, the other party kept emphasizing order, believing that "the lack of order in Shurima has led to such a situation." Doesn't this sound reasonable?

However, when he talked about order itself, the content of his speech was very intriguing.

What is the order that Shurima should have?

In the eyes of Nasus, who is "quite conservative among the ascenders", the order of Shurima should be the order of the most glorious time of the Shurima Empire.

Ruled by leaders with both strength and wisdom, supported by a powerful ascended legion, and professionals who have experienced learning and examinations as the cornerstone of all walks of life, this is the order that Shurima should have.

However, in the mouth of this "descendant of the Eagle King", the order of Shurima should be "eternal, with clear classes and division of labor, and unchanging from ancient times".

None of these four views are recognized by Kalya.

Even Nasus, a conservative among the Ascended, cannot accept the concept of "clear classes and division of labor".

Yes, when the Shurima Empire was in decline, Nasus did contribute a bit, but the situation at that time was that the empire had just split, and a lot of work that was previously maintained and carried out by mages and scholars was not done, so slaves came into play - they did not need to be well educated, they just needed to work.

And now this "descendant of the Eagle King" seems to have regarded standardized slavery as a panacea for all diseases!

To be fair, this kid has good eloquence. He knows very well who he is facing in this speech, so he tries his best to exaggerate the freedom and power of free people, small vendors and ordinary craftsmen in his words, and occasionally attracts cheers from the crowd.

But Nasus, who was watching from the sidelines, knew very well that all of his slogans were pits that could never be escaped from once they were stepped on!

What "nobles and bureaucrats should be prohibited from engaging in civilian industries and competing with the people for profits", what "the boundaries of different levels should be clearly divided and limited, especially slaves should be prohibited from leaving the country", what "education should be specialized and internalized, and education for different professions should be solved internally", no matter which one is taken out, it is locking up the present and future of Shurima.

However, under the guidance of the other party, the free people who were listening to the speech around them focused their attention on issues such as "our relationship with slaves is the same as that of masters to slaves" and "masters should not interfere with the lives of people like us", without realizing that if these policies were really implemented, it would be poison wrapped in honey!

Gritting his teeth, Nasus waited until the end of the speech. When everyone swarmed around and started asking questions, Nasus relied on his tall and strong body and wrapped in linen to quickly squeeze to the front of the crowd.

"You are the descendant of the Eagle King, right?" When it was Nasus' turn, he stroked his cane with one hand and pressed the other hand on the table in front of this guy, "A descendant of Azir?"

"How dare you!" Faced with Nasus's behavior of calling Azir by his name, the other party raised his eyebrows without hesitation, "Guards - take him out!"

However, before the guards who were maintaining order appeared around him, Nasus took the initiative to tear off his hood and threw off his cloak, revealing his jackal face and a dark, obsidian-like body.

"Tell me, child." He looked at the other party expressionlessly and repeated his question, "You are the descendant of the Eagle King, the descendant of Azir, right?"

After seeing Nasus's true face, the other party was obviously stunned for a moment. He blinked his eyes, quickly realized Nasus's identity, and then couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Sweat oozed from his forehead, and the eloquence that had just been eloquent in his speech seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment - he hesitated and winked at the guards behind Nasus who had been bribed by him.

Unfortunately, most of the guards realized the seriousness of the problem, and they surrounded him in a pretentious manner, but their bodies hesitated to move forward. Only two guys with enough heart (or no heart at all) quietly drew their weapons and stabbed Nasus who had his back to them.

"Swish-"

"Swish-"

The standard scimitar cut through Nasus's vest, leaving two bright sparks on his sculpted back.

Before he could react from his sluggishness, Nasus swung his staff without looking back. After two bangs, the two stupid guys were already stuck on the wall outside the abandoned temple like mud, and they couldn't be buckled down.

"Answer me." Nasus asked his question for the third time, but his tone was cold as ice. "You are the descendant of the Eagle King, the descendant of Azir, right?"

"I... I--"

The guy in golden clothes seemed to want to hesitate and delay time, but Nasus grabbed his neck without hesitation, picked him up like a jackal holding a little wolf, and walked out with big strides.

The onlookers made way, and then followed curiously behind - when the two unlucky guys intended to sneak attack but were killed, someone had already recognized Nasus' identity, and they all wanted to know how the matter would develop.

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After walking out of the temple, Nasus looked up and quickly found his target.

In the south, a "sun disk" was under construction - since the Nashram people attracted a large number of desert nomads by making sun disks, thus gaining amazing prosperity, many cities with good economic strength have begun to build various similar buildings.

As an important trading city on the Shurima River, Vikaura was not to be outdone. The city lord mobilized a large number of slaves to artificially build a hill in a deserted area in the south of the city, and planned to erect a sun disk there.

For Nasus, this was undoubtedly the best place to distinguish the true from the false.

Carrying this groaning guy in his hand, Nasus left the abandoned temple and came to the streets of Vikaura.

As a large number of people followed him, the city guards were finally completely alarmed. They formed a team and tried to intercept Nasus and evacuate the people.

However, it was difficult for mortals to stop the ascenders.

Considering that these guards were only to maintain order, unlike the two bastards who had done the dirty work before, Nasus restrained some of his strength and did not use a cane for each one. But even if he restrained his strength, for mortals, it would at least mean that he would not be able to get out of bed for three to five days.

In this way, Nasus "broke out of the siege" and came to the unfinished sun disk.

This golden sun disk seemed interesting from a distance, but for Nasus, who had personally experienced the ascension ceremony... its imitation could only be described as poor.

However, what Nasus cared about now was obviously not the authenticity of the sun disk. He carried this "descendant of the Eagle King" to the scaffolding where the sun disk was built, and asked him for the last time. question.

"You are a descendant of the Eagle King and a descendant of Azir, right?"

"I...I am!" The other party closed his eyes, raised his heart, and raised his neck, "My family tree has clearly recorded all of this, there is no need to doubt-"

Before he could finish his words, Nasus picked up his cane.

Different from the force he used when facing the guards, this time Nasus' actions were rare and "gentle". The sharp edge on the scepter cut the opponent's arm, and the bright red blood splashed out and dripped on the On the disk reflecting the brilliance of the sun at noon.

The copper sun disk was so hot under the scorching sun that the blood instantly hissed and turned into a reddish-brown spot in the blink of an eye.

Nasus narrowed his eyes slightly and studied the spot carefully, feeling the fleeting fluctuations of magic power, and finally showed a self-deprecating expression on his face.

"What on earth am I expecting..." He lowered his head and sighed in a voice that only he could hear, "Patience, patience, Nasus, you have been waiting for a long time, not less than this moment and a half."

Clearly, this guy is a fake.

Seeing Nasus's reaction, the impostor realized that something was wrong. Just when he was hesitating whether to jump off the scaffolding and escape, Nasus had already calmed down and grabbed his head.

"Your dirty blood has stained the sun disk." Nasus pressed his face against the sun disk. "Although it is just an imitation, it is at least more similar than your imitation!"

As he spoke, Nasus used this guy's face like a rag and rubbed it hard against the sun disk until the reddish-brown marks were completely wiped away, then he nodded with satisfaction.

The smell of burnt feathers replaced the faint smell of blood. Nasus ripped off the bright yellow robe of this guy, dropped him off the scaffolding, and carefully wiped the face he had just rubbed. After passing through the place and confirming that no traces of disharmony were left, he nodded with satisfaction.

Picking up the cane, Nasus breathed a long sigh of relief, and then found a small booklet from the bag on his waist. After opening it, he read at the end of the line "Descendants of the Eagle King of Vicoula" He made a cross with regret, smacked his lips, and moved his eyes to the next line.

"Let me see what other rumors there are." Nasus jumped off the scaffolding, "Greystone Town... there are descendants of the Eagle King in that backwater town? Forget it, I'd rather believe it... Just treat it as a drop-in. Off to Wazuan."

Kalya’s Little Class·Shurima Royal Bloodline:

There is indeed a slight difference between Shurima royal blood and non-royal blood.

But unlike people's belief that "the royal bloodline is noble and powerful", due to a weak time traveler, the compatibility between the royal bloodline and magic is actually worse...

High emotional intelligence: The royal bloodline is unique and cannot be imitated at all.

Low emotional intelligence: It is difficult for the royal bloodline to produce talented spellcasters.

PS. There is another chapter in the evening. The plot on Nasus' side is over and we will immediately return to Lux's perspective.