Azir waved a hand, and an army of his elite soldiers stood up from the base of the ascension ladder.
Those former guards are now just illusory bubbles formed by the yellow sand, but under the power of Azir's ascension, these guards will once again fight for the Shurima Empire.
"Xerath, where does your hatred come from?"
Looking at Xerath, Azir asked the doubts in his heart. He wanted to "die" to understand that he had always regarded Xerath as his most sincere friend. Although he was a master and servant in name, in fact
He had always regarded Xerath as a brother, but in the end, his brother betrayed him.
"I have clearly freed you and all the slaves, just as you said, just as you wanted. Why are you still not satisfied? Are you still betraying me?"
Azir asked in a deep voice. He was really sad. The betrayal of his brother, the death of his close family members, and the fall of the empire were all happening again before his eyes. If it weren't for Nasus and Renekton who accompanied them,
Otherwise, Azir would find it difficult to bear it alone.
"It's too late, friend, it's too late, brother. It's too late for us. Azir, it's too late to fulfill your promise, and I've been waiting for that moment for too long."
Xerath answered weakly, and his words made Azir very confused, because he was not aware of Xerath's hatred for him at all. Before that, he thought everything was the same as before, but Xerath's hatred seemed to be deeply rooted.
This made Azir almost start to tremble. He didn't want to believe that what Xerath had shown in the past was actually just a show, and that in his heart, he was actually full of hatred.
"You don't know, Azir, I was born into a slave family, but my parents were not born slaves. They were framed and arrested scholars. After becoming slaves, their lives no longer had any academic meaning.
Research, only endless servitude and submission.”
Xerath spoke slowly. He was recalling his life. He wanted to tell this spoiled emperor why he did what he did, and he would tell him all the truth.
"My mother taught me letters and numbers, and my father told me historical legends. They hoped that this knowledge could bring me a better life. At that time, I secretly swore in my heart that I would never be like that.
Other slaves fell victim to hard labor and whipping."
Xerath spoke very emotionally. Azir listened quietly without interrupting Xerath's story. He did not know Xerath's family background because when he met Xerath,
Lars no longer has his parents.
"We met in the Nasus Library. At that time, you were struggling to read an ancient text, and I helped you understand the complicated grammar. I still remember the content of that ancient text, because it changed my life.
start."
Xerath recited the ancient text again, which made Azir's heart tremble slightly, and he almost forgot this ancient text.
"Slaves are not allowed to have names, but you gave me a name, Zerath, which means "one who knows how to share." Using royal privileges, you bought me from my teacher and turned me into
You made me your domestic slave and turned me into your personal assistant, but you don’t know why I am your teacher’s disciple.”
Xerath's tone changed and began to contain hatred, although those hatreds were very far away from now.
"My father lost a leg while digging the foundation, and the entire project was just to erect a monument to your father's favorite horse!
My father was left at the scene of the accident and died a very painful death. My mother was afraid that I would suffer the same fate, so she begged a famous tomb architect to take me on as an apprentice, and I was accepted.
But since then, I have never seen my mother again."
Azir opened his mouth. He wanted to say that he could not be blamed. At that time, he was just the most unpopular prince, and he could not influence his father at all.
But before he opened his mouth, Xerath had already continued to tell, which let Azir know that this incident was not the beginning of hatred, at least not the beginning of hatred towards him, and he did not want to believe that Xerath
When I first approached him, I was already full of hatred.
"I hate being a slave so much, and your appearance gave me hope, the hope of freedom, the hope of us becoming friends and brothers, as you said, and for this hope, I gave everything.
.”
Finally, Xerath came to the key point. Azir concentrated. He remembered that promise. In an assassination, all his brothers and sisters died, and Xerath protected him, but because Xerath was just a slave, even
He was not even qualified to receive the reward. At that time, he promised Xerath that one day they would be like brothers, instead of the master-servant relationship like back then.
Azir always remembered all this, and he finally did it, so he wanted to know what went wrong to make Xerath's heart filled with hatred.
"You were too naive at the time, Azir, you thought that after the assassination incident, you would be the first heir to the throne.
But you forgot one crucial thing. Your father hates you, and after that incident, he even resented you for surviving. As long as a new prince is born, your death will be imminent.
"
Xerath shook his head. He had never mentioned these things to Azir. He only persuaded Azir, who had a scholar's heart, to learn how to fight with Renekton. Only in that way could he be more capable.
Live well.
Perhaps in order to become a civil and military emperor, Azir agreed to Xerath, and he began to learn how to fight with Renekton, and was quite talented in this area, and Xerath's pressure became a little less
.
"In order to make you the emperor, I tried my best and learned all the skills. I used my magic to corrupt and kill all the queen's fetuses, just to save your life.
Despite my efforts, a prince was still born. In order to protect you, I had to show up in person. I hacked the queen and her child to death, bumped into the emperor, and then killed him directly.
Death will give you the opportunity to ascend the throne and be crowned emperor!"
Xerath's words not only stunned Azir, but Nasus and Renekton were also shocked by the truth.
None of them knew, they were all kept in the dark by Xerath, and were played around by Xerath, who was still a slave at the time.