Chapter 144 Ezreal and the Curse

"I think so too."

Elise's gorgeous red lips curled up quietly, and she looked extremely happy.

"So, the poor wife killed her husband and got the antidote. The antidote was mixed in the wine, and it became the current soul flame."

"Oh, so wait?"

Ezreal was about to nod and hold the big man in front of him, but he heard the turning point of his wife's counterattack, and was stunned:

"You mean, the husband is dead?"

"Yes, the husband was deceived by his wife's pleading, and finally a knife was stabbed in the heart. Hehe, the wife knew from the beginning that the husband would definitely put the antidote on him." Elise told the story at that time in a gentle tone.

"The wife understands the husband, but the husband does not understand the wife!" Ezreal gave a vague evaluation.

He has not heard this story, who knows if this family is still there.

In the end, it is obvious that the wife won, he is not that stupid.

"Yes, if the husband can understand his wife, who knows what the result will be" Elise's expression flashed a little complicated, but it was quickly covered up.

"Professor Elise, do you know about curses?" Ezreal suddenly asked.

"Curse?"

Elise's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she suddenly raised her head.

Seeing the other party's reaction so big, Ezreal was also shocked, and waved his hands repeatedly:

"I just heard that there is a mysterious curse in the tombs of Shurima, so I want to ask if you know anything about it."

"The curse of Shurima? I don't know." Elise lowered her head again.

She wanted to help this young man, but she knew about the curse of Shadow Island, and Shurima could only be helpless.

"That. I know!"

Below, a black-skinned and silver-haired young man raised his hand timidly.

"You know?"

Ezreal was surprised, he looked at the young man carefully, with a touch of shock in his eyes:

"Are you a Vastaya?"

He saw that the young man's lower body was not human legs, but a brown snake tail.

"No, no." The young man waved his hands repeatedly. "My name is Anaconda. I am from Shurima. Our family has been grave keepers for generations."

"Grave keepers specifically refer to those who guard the mausoleum after the death of the Shurima emperor. It is a high-risk job in Shurima, but they are often extremely loyal to the tomb owner."

Ezreal looked at him, and his words seemed to explain his origins.

"Professor Ezreal, you are really knowledgeable." Anaconda nodded in agreement.

"You said you understand the curse, which should refer to your legs." Ezreal guessed.

"We used to live day after day. But once. The door of the mausoleum was opened. When we reacted and arrived at the mausoleum, we were all cursed, and our lower bodies turned into snake tails. Most people lost their intelligence and died in pain, and only a few survived." Anaconda looked painful.

"How pitiful, where is the mausoleum you are guarding? Let me see if there are any clues." Ezreal spoke with sympathy.

"We have been guarding it for a thousand years. It is not far from Narimaj. There is a winged stone lion statue at the door." Anaconda said seriously.

"Damn it. Winged stone lion statue! Is it a winged lion made of mica?" Ezreal asked.

"It is! The professor really knows everything!" Anaconda admired sincerely.

He never thought that Ezreal knew there.

"Ahem, the emperor of the post-Shurima Kingdom is buried there. If I remember correctly, it should be the 47th generation. The emperor still calls himself, named Aludis." Ezreal's eyes slightly raised.

He has been to that place. The mausoleum of Nezuk is below the mausoleum of this emperor.

The door of the mausoleum seemed to be opened by him from the inside, when he just took the arm guard.

But why is he fine.

"Aludis! Yes, the older generation has read this name. You are amazing!" Anaconda's face was excited, and he looked at Ezreal with more respect.

"Let's talk about the curse. This should be the purpose of your joining the Empire." Elise interrupted.

How could she not see the embarrassment in Ezreal's eyes? Maybe the opening of the door was related to this little guy.

Elise's mouth was full of amusement, but she still helped him out.

"Yes! Curse!"

When Anaconda mentioned this, his excitement gradually subsided, and his face was sad:

"Because of this damn curse, we are unable to guard the mausoleum. I was sent out by the elders to find a way to restore it."

"How much do you know?" Ezreal asked unexpectedly.

"I don't know much, but I heard that only by gaining the power of the Ascended God can this curse be resisted." Anaconda's face was solemn.

The existence of the Ascended God was too far away from them.

"Resist. I just don't know if it can be restored." Ezreal breathed a sigh of relief.

He finally knew why he was not affected. The arm guard was really a good thing.

Swish!

His figure disappeared in a yellow light from the teahouse, and when he reappeared, he had already come to Anaconda.

"Come, try to wear this arm guard."

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Taking off the arm guard on his hand, Ezreal handed it to Anaconda.

This matter was caused by him, if he could help, he would try his best to do it.

"Ah, okay!"

Anaconda took the arm guard carefully, but nothing changed until he put it on.

He saw the disappointment in Ezreal's eyes, and seemed to realize something in his heart, and said in a low voice:

"Professor, is this the weapon of the Ascended God?"

"We can only try, but unfortunately there is no result." Ezreal said helplessly.

"Thank you, professor! Thank you for your trouble."

Anacon looked at the arm guard reluctantly, but still took it off decisively and handed it back to the other party with both hands.

Ezreal patted his shoulder and sighed:

"I will think of a way for you. We are all Noxians now. I can't do it, and there are the Speaker of the Council."

"Well! I will definitely bring back the method to restore the curse. Professor, this is the curse information I have collected these days."

Anacon took out a simple notebook from his arms and handed it to Ezreal solemnly.

"I shouldn't accept this."

Ezreal looked embarrassed. He wanted it a little, but the guilt in his heart made him unable to agree.

"No, professor, you should take it. If I die on the way to find the solution to the curse, I hope that the professor can write the solution to the curse on it in the future and bring it back to my hometown."

Anaconda's true feelings were revealed, and he looked at Ezreal pleadingly.

"Okay. I'll try, but don't be too pessimistic. There are countless explorers looking for ancient sites in Shurima now. There will always be a way!"

Ezreal took the notebook and promised solemnly:

"And, I promise you that I will save you and your people. This is Ezreal's oath!"

"Thank you!"

Anaconda's eyes were filled with tears when he heard this, and he almost cried out loud.

This was the first time he felt warmth since leaving home. The compatriots in Shurima were right. Noxus was their haven and a place worth fighting for!

He couldn't help but walk forward and hugged Ezreal tightly, swearing in his heart.

After solving the hidden worries of his people, he would dedicate everything to Noxus!

At this time, thunderous applause rang out from the side, and many historians even wrote in their notebooks.

History worth remembering always happens at some unexpected moments.