LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 448 Old Ancestors and Unworthy Descendants

A month later, the capital of the Shurima Empire.

In the early morning, Azir stepped out of his majestic palace made of yellow sand, and inspected his great capital.

The sun disc hangs high in the sky here, which is majestic; the ground is full of gurgling springs, full of vitality.

Following the rumors of the water source and the resurrection of the Eagle King, the tribesmen who came from all over the desert to seek shelter, are bathed in the immortal brilliance cast by the sun disc at this moment, working happily and contentedly in the reborn oasis of dawn .

After a month of development, this nascent empire finally looked like a large messy refugee camp.

Yes.Although the sun disc hung in the sky again, and the spring water once again overflowed the river called the Mother of Life, the city was still far away from its complete rebirth.

The first is that the time is too short.

Although Azir has personally performed miracles in several important oasis cities, advertising the nascent Shurima Empire.

However, due to the difficulty of information dissemination in the vast desert, and the small population of Shurima after agricultural degradation, in the past month, the warlords and tribes who came here to seek refuge with Azir are not counted. many.

Second, even though the city's population is not too large, these people still have no administrative system left, and only Azir, the polished commander of the Shurima Empire, can manage well.

He had no choice but to let a noble ascendant like Nasus go off to deal with mundane affairs in person, and even pulled out Xerath, a sinful person, as an administrator, and selected as much as possible from those tribes who were obedient to prenatal education. Those who are educated can finally maintain the institutional framework of an empire on the surface, and do not confuse themselves as the leader of the original tribal alliance.

Third, and most important:
Whether this empire or this city, they have been abandoned for too long.

It's not that as soon as the sun disc rises to the sky and the healing spring gushes out of the ground, Shurima can immediately be revived with full blood and return to the strength and prosperity of the past.

The explosion 3000 years ago turned this majestic ancient capital into a piece of irreplaceable construction rubbish, and the long time of 3000 years also completely turned this once fertile land into a desert.

The water source has been restored, but the sand has to be turned into soil, and the oasis wants to be green again, but it takes a long time to work hard.

"It will be fine." Azir was full of confidence.

Water is the source of life.With water, the flower of life will naturally sprout slowly on this land.

His empire will rise again, it just takes time.

Azir thought so.Then he took the proud steps of the desert emperor, and showed his mighty and heroic posture of an ascendant in the reverent and awe-inspiring eyes of the people.

Walking out of the city that was still in ruins, Azir came to an oasis outside the city.

This piece of fertile land, known as the Dawn Oasis, once stretched hundreds of kilometers from the center of the city. It was the agricultural center of the Shurima Empire in the past, and it was also the fundamental guarantee for this majestic city to stand in the middle of the desert.

At this moment, the people of Shurima gathered under Azir's command are working hard to completely revive this oasis.

They're busy dredging canals and underground drains—

The water conservancy network left by the empire on this land has long been buried by thick yellow sand.

If these river channels are not cleared out, even if the solar disk draws enough water from the ground, the water cannot be transported far away, and it will not be possible to truly revive this vast oasis that once stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

This water restoration project is undoubtedly a big project.With the strength of the Shurima people today, it is unknown how many years it will take to complete the project.

But the tribal people working here now have no complaints at all.

Because they know that for every inch of river cleared, an inch of land can be taken back from the desert.And a piece of land with sufficient water source and arable land was a priceless treasure that they could not even imagine in the past.

People no longer feel hard when they have hope in their lives.

"The Oasis of Dawn will surely regain its vitality, and Shurima will surely be revived." Azir looked at these people who were actively working for the empire, and he couldn't help feeling proud and ambitious.

Emotionally, he even surrendered his identity with great poetic enthusiasm, using the court music of ancient Shurima to compose a series of hymns in his heart for these mortals working under the scorching sun: "Dawn breaks in the east, and the earth shines brightly, my loyal subject"

"Sivir!" Suddenly, His Majesty's smile froze.

Because among the hard-working "loyal subjects" in front of him, a familiar figure appeared.

That is his only blood descendant, the future successor of the Shurima Empire, the master of Chalikar, Princess Sivir who possesses the noble blood of Ascension.

Sivir's identity seemed so detached to Azir, but
She even talked and laughed with those mortals, and used the wind magic she had just mastered, half working and half performing in front of people, using airflow to clean up the accumulated sand in the river.

"What nonsense." Azir walked over in a deep voice, "How can you get involved with these civilians?!"

The light reflected by his golden armor is so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.When the people around saw the great emperor approaching, they prostrated and fell to their knees.

Azir habitually bathed in everyone's awe-inspiring gaze, and came to Sivir with a worried expression: "My child, how can you work here?"

"Have you forgotten your identity? But you are"

"I am a special commissioner of the Leaders Association, and Zaun's diplomatic ambassador to the Shurima Empire." Sivir said his identity slowly.

After the end of the Void War a month ago, Keisha followed her father Kassadin back to Zaun for primary school.

Taliyah also returned to Vikola to join the investigation team, continuing her social investigation of the Shurima region while looking for her lost tribal family.

Only Sivir received the mission of the organization, and was specially left here as a communication bridge between Zaun and Shurima.

"Don't get me wrong, old guy." Sivir raised his chin very bluntly: "I stayed here because the organization had a mission."

"I'm not interested in being a princess of the Shurima Empire!"

"So, I can be with whoever I want, and do whatever I want--your broken rules don't control me!"

"You?!" This made Azir choke heavily.

But he just couldn't teach Sivir a lesson.

Because he has tried it for the past month.As long as he reprimanded Sivir in a patriarchal tone, Sivir would ask him impatiently, "Where were you when my parents and family members died?"

Then Azir was speechless.

He owed so much to his descendants that he didn't have the confidence to act like a patriarch in front of Sivir.

"This is my empire! I am the emperor! You should listen to me, daughter of Shurima." Azir could only put on the emperor's airs.

Sivir chuckled, "What emperor?"

"Isn't it because of you and your 'good brother' that Dawn Oasis has become what it is now?"

"Now that we are all desperately cleaning up the mess you left behind, you still have the face to speak up?"

Azir: "."

Sivir speaks a set of fluent Zaun dialect without a teacher.As an emperor, he has lost a bit of majesty.

The surrounding subjects wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so they had to kneel deeper, burying their heads in the sand like an ostrich.

"You, you" you unfilial offspring!
Azir was so annoyed that he almost couldn't resist using sand soldiers to take Sivir back and put him in confinement.

But Sivir was not afraid at all, and criticized him in turn: "Azir, I don't even know what you think."

"This oasis of dawn stretches for hundreds of kilometers, and the rivers and canals that need to be cleaned up are at least thousands of kilometers long - so much work, you actually let mortals do it? This will take until the year of the monkey?"

Azir frowned slightly when he heard this: "If you don't let mortals do it, then who will do it?"

"You!" Sivir pointed at Azir and said, "Isn't your ability to control the yellow sand? In the matter of cleaning up the accumulated sand, you alone are more efficient than a hundred thousand civilians."

"If you don't go, who will go?"

"Me?" Azir's expression darkened.

How can this work!

The Ascender is a detached existence of half-human and half-god in Shurima, and is a current god who will be invited into the temple by mortals.

It is the mortals' infinite worship of the Ascended as gods, and the absolute surrender that comes with it, that built the ruling foundation of the ancient Shurima Empire.

And now, Sivir wants him to go off and do the work himself?

The canals and ditches in the Dawn Oasis add up to thousands of miles, and even if he went off in person, he would have to work for several days.

An emperor, a god, digs sand in the wasteland every day to open up wasteland. Is this still plausible?
When ordinary people see that the Ascendant is also working in the fields, wouldn't the common people downgrade the Ascendant from a "supreme god" to a "useful tool"?
The law of the ancestors is immutable, and those who have ascended cannot manage lowly karma.

Azir would rather wait and let those mortal laborers do it.

Anyway, for an Ascendant with an infinite lifespan, decades is just a snap of the fingers.

As long as he waits patiently, the mortal workers will naturally complete the task.

Many of the great projects of the ancient Shurima Empire, the pyramid tombs, the temple complex of the capital, and the network of canals and culverts throughout the country were also completed in this way.

And in a world where individual might trumps all else, productivity levels don't matter much for national defense either.

As long as there are ascenders, even if the canal is dredged a few years later and the recovery of Dawn Oasis is slower, it will not affect Shurima's "great again".

Therefore, Azir also waited patiently.

"But this is your empire!" Sivir asked disdainfully: "Now your empire needs power, if you don't get it yourself, let someone else do it?"

"Childish!" Azir raised his head proudly: "I am a descendant of the sun, a warrior of the gods. It is already a grace for the gods to protect the mortals. How can there be any reason for the gods to work for the mortals?"

"Yes." Sivir pouted.

She pointed to the blue bird avatar assigned by the organization to her special commissioner standing on her shoulder: "Look——"

"Our god can stand here and act as a 'radio' envoy for mortals!"

Azir: "."

He looked helplessly at the blue bird incarnation on Sivir's shoulder, and couldn't help sighing: "My child, you are really bewitched without knowing it!"

"I asked you to read less heretical texts and learn more about our ancient Shurima classics from Grand Maester Nasus. Didn't you listen to him at all, and never went to him?"

"No, I went to Nasus." Sivir shrugged.

"Oh?" Azir asked, "Did you go to study with Grand Maester Nasus?"

"No." Sivir shook her head again.

And at this moment.
"Death is coming!" At another construction site in the distance, a towering figure suddenly appeared in this barren sand sea.

That was Grand Maester Nasus.

I saw him using the broad ax head as a shovel, bent down with all his attention, and cleaned up the sand accumulated in the canal channel one by one.

He is like a hard-working farmer. Every time he hoes, he seems to be plowing the future, with the heavy joy of harvest.

Only then did Sivir say: "I persuaded Grand Maester Nasus to let him dig the ground with me."

Azir: "."

　The original version was really a bit embarrassing, I held it until midnight, and finally decided to completely overthrow and rewrite it.
　　As a result, I stayed up too late and my condition was not good. Now it is almost dawn, but I still haven’t finished writing.I can’t hold it anymore, so I’ll just post half of it and go to sleep_(:з」∠)_
　　
　
(End of this chapter)