Chapter 543: Azir and Sivir's dialogue

In an empty drill field, the voices of soldiers practicing with the generals echoed. Accompanied by Sivir, Azir watched the soldiers' performances from the high platform of the distant building.
"Sivir, how do you think these soldiers compare to soldiers from other countries?" Azir asked casually with his hands on his back.
Hearing that, Sivir, who didn't care about these things, glanced at the soldiers, and then faintly said: "Similar to soldiers from other countries, but..."
After speaking, she stopped, seemingly inconvenient to say.
Azir's casual expression moved slightly, and then calmly said, "But what?"
Seeing Azir's questioning, Sivir also calmly said: "But compared with the lowest-level undead and demons on the Shadow Island, these soldiers are too weak."
Weak? Hearing Sivir's words, Azir's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of anger. Regardless of the reason, such words uttered from his blood, making him angry.
The faint quicksand magic leaked out, mixed with a trace of violent aura. But the next second, Azir suppressed his anger and asked calmly again: "Where is the weakness?"
Sivir did not think too much, and he blurted out: "Human physique is inherently inferior to demons and undead. No matter how strong the physique is, ordinary humans cannot be opponents of demons and undead, unless they are strengthened. Special means."
Azir stared at the soldiers in the distance for a few moments, and then said, "There are desert wizards under me. These people are wizards who control magic."
Sivir smiled noncommitantly: "Azir ancestors, although they can magic, they can also fight the lowest-level demons and undead, but as far as I know, the desert wizards under your hand seem to be no better than me. Mage, but there are many non-demi-god demons in Shadow Island’s demons. Do you expect those desert wizards who are less than half of your soldiers to take up the task of fighting Shadow Island?"
When Sivir finished speaking, Azir suddenly released his coercion and stared at her coldly. Seeing that Sivir's expression did not show the slightest panic or fear, Azir knew that he could not scare his direct bloodline.
With a long sigh, Azir restrained his pressure and stared straight at Sivir and said, "You are not afraid of me. You still say that my soldiers can't do it."
Sivir smiled: "You are my ancestor, and I did not make a mistake. Of course I am not afraid that you will punish me."
Azir also laughed: "Then how can you make these ordinary soldiers fight against the demon undead?"
Asked by Azir so, Sivir raised his head slightly and looked at Azir for a while, then lowered his head to think.
After a while, Sivir's face became a little heavy and said: "As far as I know, some ancient books record that the physique of ordinary humans tens of thousands of years ago can even fight against the former overlord of this world. Will be so weak."
Under Azir's gaze, Sivir paused, and continued: "I have a friend who is the daughter of a researcher on Pilt Wolf Hex. The drawings her parents left her are said to be able to resist demons and undead. Weapons and battle armor."
Azir was surprised: "There is such a thing?"
Unexpectedly, her Azir ancestors would show a look of stunned mistakes, Sivir pursed his lips and replied with a smile: "Well, but it only exists in the drawing design stage at present, and it has not been made yet."
Azir became interested in the blueprint that Sivir said, and he said in a gentle tone: "Sivir, can you ask your friend to provide my soldiers with this kind of armor and weapons?"
Sivir blinked and said with a smile: "At present, Piltwolf and Bilgewater, Ionia, Noxus, Demacia, and Zuan are in a joint relationship. If the drawing is completed, it should be batched. For the people of these countries, if your ancestors want to gain power, I am afraid you have to join the alliance first."
Azir naturally knew that Sivir said that he wanted him to go to Ionia and become one of the alliance nations as soon as possible, but now that Shurima is torn apart, he has no mood to join that alliance.
He categorically refused: "Don't mention this matter again. I will talk about it when I have unified Shurima."
Seeing Azir's face change, the wise Sivir immediately changed the subject and said: "Ancestor Azir, don't you know if you are still interested in the solar disk?"
There was a flash of light in his eyes, and Azir was clearly still interested in the sun disk. But he didn't act too excited, instead he replied casually: "Why, do you have a clue about the sun disk?"
Nodded noncommitantly, Sivir said solemnly: "Well, ancestor Azir, you should have a golden key in your hand?"
Upon hearing Sivir's words, Azir roughly understood the connection between the sun disc and his golden key, and he nodded.
Seeing Azir nodded, Sivir smiled and took out the sheepskin scroll she had obtained in Amumu's grave, and unfolded it in front of Azir.
After repeating what he had said with Elise to Azir, Sivir still had reservations and did not tell Azir the secret that she also had the golden key.
Azir groaned for a moment after hearing Sivir's account, and asked, "Are you sure that the demon named Elise has gone?"
The smile on Sivir’s face was gradually replaced by a solemn look. She nodded heavily and replied: "Well, but there is no vision right now. The devil who wants to come to Shadow Island has not made any progress, but just in case Sivir still recommends that your ancestors go to the real burial site of the Sun Disk as soon as possible."
Azir nodded and agreed with Sivir's words, and he also felt that he had to leave as soon as possible to the true burial site of the Sun Disk.
Sivir brought such good news to him as soon as he came back, and Azir was sincerely happy. It seemed that Sivir, as his offspring, was still on his side.
Feeling the close blood connection between the two, Azir smiled gently: "We will leave for the burial site you mentioned tomorrow morning."
Sivir's eyes turned: "Ancestor Azir, can you bring Ye Feng and the three of them?"
Azir smiled indifferently and said, "This is natural. By the way, Sivir, you and Ye Feng will be married in seven days. I will hold a grand wedding banquet for you then."
When he heard that Azir was about to hold a wedding banquet for himself and Ye Feng, Sivir, who was originally calm, felt a mess. Qiao's face blushed, and she said in a hurry: "Ancestor Azir, Ye Feng and I are not the kind of relationship you imagined. Don't interfere with us!"
"You don't like him?" Azir obviously didn't expect Sivir's reaction to be so big, he said suspiciously.
"No, Ye Feng doesn't know that I like him!" Being asked by Azir about Ye Feng's affairs, it was Xivir's temperament, and his thoughts were somewhat messy.
Azir said domineeringly: "I'll just tell him, I don't believe that he dares to refuse to be the husband-in-law of Princess Shurima!"
"Ancestor Azir, don't make trouble, we will take care of the matter between me and Ye Feng!"
Sivir, who was becoming more and more irritable by Azir's words, could not calm his mind, just wanted to be alone at this moment. She blushed and stomped her feet. Without saying hello to Azir, she fled here in a panic.
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