The history of the Twin Cities is not short, and even going back further, it is older than Demacia and Noxus.
Because the port city named Zaun was once a trading post in Shurima and existed more than 3,000 years ago.
Although the Piart Canal was dug three thousand years later and brought real prosperity to the area, the name Zaun is actually the real name of this twin city.
With the excavation of the Pilt Canal and the establishment of the "Gate of the Sun", the name of Zaun sank into the ground along with half of its residents. Prosperity came at a price, but only half of the people paid the price.
"Maybe I should go visit my old friends first."
Standing on the high arch bridge, Reed looked at Zaun. The city that inherited the name of Oshla Vazuan existed under layers of fog and smoke. Ordinary humans could not even see through this.
Diffuse gas smoke.
Although most of Zaun City is shrouded in the shadow of the cliff, it is not actually a dark and lightless city. It has a unique tone of its own.
The alchemical light that is very characteristic of Zaun lights up the lamp base, reflecting the creative combination of the colored glass of the lampshade, and the polished steel light wheel sends light into the darkness.
Smoke and dust of various colors leak out from the grid of staggered, corroded and aged smoke exhaust pipes. The light coming from the tower above is filtered into strange colors, cross-reflected between the colored glasses of Zuan's workshop, and finally falls to the ground.
Together with the alchemy lights, it forms the unique color of Zaun.
The architectural style of Zaun is completely different from that of Piltover above. Most of Zaun's building structures are dominated by steel grids. The iron used for construction either comes from boiling furnaces or is recycled from waste above.
Although the bolt-and-bang structures of Zaun's buildings only provided the most primitive functions, the residents here still created amazing architectural wonders, piercing the thick fog and reaching into the sky. Alchemy towers demonstrated the power of Zaun.
Reed jumped from the arch bridge. Although Zaun and Piltover had special screaming elevators for passage, Reed obviously preferred this direct method.
Reed's strange behavior caused a brief commotion on the arch bridge. An old man with hanging temples jumped out from the arch bridge and jumped into the endless gray twilight of Zaun.
This is undoubtedly writeable material for tomorrow's Piltover newspaper. If it can be provided to the newspaper in time, it may bring an unexpected income.
The citizens of Piltover have a typical self-reliance character, because they have to rely on themselves. The city provides very little relief for the down-and-out, and those who don't work hard cannot survive here.
"Currently arriving at the station, dance corridor!"
In the process of falling, Reed passed the platform of a screaming elevator. A female administrator was shouting loudly, and the bell-shaped speaker amplified her voice. She adjusted her thick goggles.
Then he continued to announce the next site loudly:
"Arrival ahead, border market, academy of thaumaturgy and magic, plant cultivation center."
The "Screaming Elevator" is a huge project, and the Hex Press is the foundation for its operation. Its main support structure is three longitudinal rails, which are perpendicular to the ground and at the same height as the surface, leading straight to Zaun.
Ditch area.
The cabin of the "Screaming Elevator" is a large round sphere, which is composed of countless gears and precise iron structures. The cabin is divided into many layers with different price points. This is obviously to facilitate the rich and give them opportunities.
You can spend money and share it with the poor.
Dozens of people poured into the elevator at this time, with different identities and different classes. There were businessmen going to Zaun Night Market to set up stalls, workers going home to sleep after get off work, and people going to the glass dome training tower to enjoy the night.
Flowers of the rich man of Zaun.
Although Zaun is full of polluted slums with nothing but steel and rock in between, there are still living things that manage to grow here.
The wealthy people in Zaun will build closed crystal houses and name them cultivation towers. They keep vibrant trees and plants in them. The cultivation towers in Zaun can not only symbolize power, but also provide cleanliness.
The air is basically a necessary building for the rich people in Zaun.
Reed descended all the way and landed on the wet ground of Zaun. The thick and solemn haze rolled in the streets, as if to warmly welcome Reed's arrival.
Reed frowned. Today's haze was obviously not normal. The haze on weekdays was relatively thin, and it would not be so bad that he would cough up a mouthful of thick phlegm and mucus every time he breathed.
Reed came at the wrong time. Today's climate in Zaun is a "grey warning", and the concentration of haze is terrifyingly high.
In the weather of "gray warning", every breath will make the throat tighten and the chest feel hot. The burning taste of alchemy remains in the throat, as if someone has strangled the throat and blocked the mouth and nose.
The most important thing is that in this kind of weather, visibility will not be more than arm's length.
This kind of air quality obviously makes Reed feel very uncomfortable. After all, compared to this place, his hometown Bandle City is a veritable wonderland, Fantasyland.
"call!!!"
The strong wind howled, and the haze of Zaun that lingered around Reed was blown away. Although this still could not purify the air, it at least made Reed feel slightly more comfortable.
"Is someone calling for the Wind Spirit?"
A voice sounded in Reed's ears, as close as a breeze. Soon, the breeze began to blow Reed's cloak and his hair. The wind began to whistle and accelerate, and Reed turned into a storm.
center of.
Reed watched the haze form a vortex in front of him, being lifted into the sky by a ubiquitous breeze. The haze gradually dissipated, and the haze shrouding Zaun drifted into the distance with the wind, revealing Piltover City.
arch bridge and tower.
The wind stopped and the haze dissipated. Reed felt the smell of the air again. It was a fresh and cool space that did not exist in Zaun. The curtain of haze was removed, and the bright sunshine reflected the city of Piltover.
The tower spilled into Zaun.
A pair of arms wrapped around Reed's neck, and crossed his hands around his chest, hugging him tightly. A few strands of silver hair fell to his shoulders, and a fragrance like the fragrance after the wind and rain drifted in.
Reed's nasal cavity.
"Long time no see, my blast."
A gentle voice floating in the wind came from behind Reed, lingering around him gently and brushing against his face.
"Long time no see, Alem."
Reed hugged the slender arms wrapped around his chest, smiled and replied to the wind elf, hugging this guardian who always appeared in times of crisis and never left.