League of Legends Millennium Warlord

These words are absolutely true, and there is no lie in them.

If Nasus hadn't known very well that Xerath was a smooth-talking fraud, he might have felt some unnecessary sympathy at this moment. It's not easy for people to live in this world. Who would want to survive? To die?

Even though he was called the desert god of death by the Shurima people, he didn't want to die if he could. Wouldn't it be nice to just sit in the corner and read a book slowly?

Unfortunately. However, Lester did not accept this trick. He stepped forward and stepped on Xerath's head. He ignored the burning arcane energy and said calmly:

"There is no need for you to teach me how to do things, Xerath. I know you still want to be free, but I tell you, no one is free now, including me. Everyone is a living slave. I can't give you anything. The freedom you want,

I have only one request for you. If you want to live, you must be my dog. You can do whatever I ask you to do. I don’t like others to bargain with me. "

Xerath did not speak, but silently leaned to the ground, and took the initiative to rub Lester's magic boots with his 'head' to express his submission.

Seeing this, Lester took half a step back and motioned for Xerath to straighten his upper body.

"Very well, now show your 'heart', you should know what I'm talking about."

"Misha, Syndra, the rest is up to you."

The two women nodded and came to Xerath's side, ready to impose various curses and seals.

Xerath knew that he had no choice. He had experienced the feeling of being beaten by Daozu too many times, but this time was the only one that he would never forget.

Actively dissipating the arcane defense protecting the core of the vortex, the iron chains and rune stones on Xerath's body fell off one after another, and finally a dark blue energy core like a small tornado was exposed on his abdomen.

"Come on, no matter what you want to do to me..."

[Elemental Seal] [Rune Seal] [Energy Stripping] [Corruption Curse] [Astral Shackles]...

Thirteen forbidden spells were cast on Xerath in a row. Xerath's vortex core gradually fell silent. Under the adaptive transformation of the astral shackles, it turned into a palm-sized spiral arcane crystal, which was captured by Misha. A handful in hand, dedicated to Leicester.

Lester took Xerath's vortex core, looked at it briefly, and then put it away.

He has a sophisticated idea of ​​how to use Xerath.

After defeating Xerath, Syndra interrupted the Forbidden Demon Realm and joined Misha in the battle against Renekton.

The two women were not as merciful as Nasus. Under the strong blow, Renekton was soon bound by the magic chain and was dying. He fell to the ground with a thud, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

Glancing at Nasus who was holding out Erkan's hand but hesitating to speak, Lester smiled.

"It's not like you don't know how thick-skinned and thick-skinned your brother is, he can't die."

Nasus breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his brother, silently followed Lester, and walked out of the main tomb with everyone else.

Outside the seal in the main tomb, Samira was squatting on the ground in boredom, staring intently. Seeing that the seal was lifted, her face couldn't help but be overjoyed. Sivir was covered in cold sweat, covering his bloody abdomen and slumped against the wall, his face pale. Sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

A special willow leaf-shaped dagger, not too sharp but absolutely sharp, was inserted into Sivir's abdomen, which perfectly controlled the amount of bleeding.

Apparently Samira strictly followed Lester's order and stabbed her good sister. Sivir was also strong enough, clenching his teeth and enduring the pain silently.

Taking a look at the blood on the ground, Lester estimated that Sivir would definitely not die in less than three or four hours. If Azir could not appear for such a long time, the plan to resurrect Azir as an agent of Shurima would be over. Half bankrupt.

But this is not a problem. When the time comes, just let Ixtal take over Azir's responsibilities.

After touching Samira's head encouragingly, Lester looked at everyone.

"Just wait here, push back a little, and leave enough space for Sivir."

"Am I going to die?"

Sivir raised his head with difficulty and asked with trembling teeth.

"No, for a minor injury like this, if your ancestors didn't come to save you, I could heal it in ten seconds."

"That's fine."

Sivir stopped talking after that. The girl held Chalikar tightly with one hand and put her other hand on the ground. She turned her attention from suppressing the pain to the past suffering. She recalled every bit of the past, physically The pain seems to have eased a bit.

More than two hours passed in slightly silent waiting. As if they sensed something, everyone in meditation opened their eyes at the same time and looked at Sivir, whose breathing had slowed down. Only Samira scratched her head in confusion.

"Swiss, swiss, swish, swish, swish..."

A strange piece of dust that came from nowhere appeared next to Sivir. The dust circled around Sivir several times as if it were alive, and then began to gather. Under the gaze of everyone, it condensed into a ball of about 140 people. A humanoid figure of about ten centimeters.

Feeling the fluctuations of aura emitted by the dusty humanoid, Nasus looked at Lester in awe.

If he had doubts about Lester's "innate knowledge" before, now he has completely believed that Lester has the legendary prophetic ability, or that Lester himself is a prophet who can predict the future. indefinite.

Sivir, who had already lost half his life, naturally noticed the strange human-shaped dust. It was definitely a lie to say that he was not afraid at all, but it was not necessarily true to say how scared he was. After all, he was surrounded by his companions, and the man was still there. Stare at yourself encouragingly.

Finally, as if something had been confirmed, the humanoid dust became more solid. He stretched out his right hand and pulled out the dagger from Sivir's abdomen, and at the same time carefully expanded the wound.

There was a pop of blood, and the slightly blocked blood flowed more cheerfully. However, Sivir's face was as white as gold paper. She opened her mouth but had no strength to speak. The girl could only keep roaring in her heart.

[You will die if you do this, will you really die? How can anyone save people like this? What ancestor? I think it’s okay to be an enemy, right? 】

Naturally, Sivir's chattering anger could not be heard. The humanoid dust picked up Sivir again, with the abdominal wound facing the humanoid dust's rough right shoulder.

The human-shaped dust and sand began to walk away from the tomb. In the bumps, the slightly sharp gravel rubbed against Sivir's wound repeatedly like abrasive cloth. The opened flesh and blood became blurred and sticky, and the blood flowed all the way. If it were allowed Warwick was so happy that he did a space dance on the spot.

After going back and forth, the miserable Sivir fainted before he could greet his ancestors with the faith of the Sun Sect. From the perspective of everyone, Sivir seemed to be really leaving. Death is not far away.

"Well, little Sivir won't have any problems, right?"

"Nothing will go wrong, right?"

Faced with Sindelar's concerns, Leicester's confidence seems slightly lacking.

"Uh, teacher, I think we'd better follow along."

Camille's words brought everyone back to their senses, and the dog lingered furtively behind the limp humanoid Dust Sand.

Leaving the familiar and unfamiliar cage, the human-shaped Dust Sand staggered towards the depths of the desert and had no energy left to pay attention to other things. The remaining willpower was crumbling under the heavy pressure. The reason why it did not dissipate immediately was just because of the emperor. The Sun Temple above the mausoleum still retains a trace of the unwilling Ascended One.

Relying on instinct, he once again embarked on a journey with a mission. The humanoid Chensha, whose consciousness was in chaos, seemed to remember more things and realized the fact that he was born as a human.

Many fragmented memories flashed through his sight, no longer blood, fire, light, and trembling embraces.

He remembered that he was once the most unpopular child and the least qualified to succeed, but he ascended to the throne due to a trick of fate and became the first generation of heroes to subdue the Sun Priest and the Ascended Ones. During his rule, Down below, hundreds of ethnic groups across thousands of miles of territory all use the same language, which is Shurima.

He also remembered a slave child he met in the imperial library when he was a child. This slave who did not deserve a name put the sin of beheading behind him and took the initiative to talk to him.

Different from the contempt of his brothers and sisters, it was the first time that he felt the warmth and happiness from his peers. Under the guidance of fate, the two of them put aside the arrogance of the royal family and the lowliness of the slaves and became the invisible light. His best friend, they share the same ideals and hobbies, and he even personally gave the slave boy a name,

what is his name……

Why...my heart aches so much when I think about my best friend...

Before the restless anger began to attack his shattered sanity, Humanoid Dust forcibly returned his attention to the girl he was troubled with. This was the thing he cared about most.

He didn't know why he noticed this scarred child from the first moment he 'woke up', but he had a feeling that he could never watch this child die in front of him.

An oasis surrounded by desert appeared in his mind. The spring water of this oasis was affected by the power of the great shore, and had the ability to regenerate bones and flesh, and to resurrect from the dead.

He had forgotten the original name of the oasis, but he was surprised that he actually knew how to move his feet to get to where he wanted to be.

The road becomes more and more difficult. The further away from the Tomb of the Emperor Temple, the weaker the power of the human-shaped dust becomes. The gravel that makes up the body falls like burned ashes. The body becomes smaller and smaller, and the steps become more difficult.

Just when the humanoid Chensha thought he could no longer continue walking, a basin composed of jumbled stones appeared under the dune. He recognized that this basin, barren of grass, was an oasis that supported millions of people in the past. The reason why it looks like this is just because it has dried up.

One step, two steps, three steps...

As if he had gained some special power, the human-shaped Dust carrying the girl continued to move forward, limping towards the dry oasis.

A shocking scene appeared in front of everyone in Leicester,

As the human-shaped figure of Dust gets closer to the dry Dawn Oasis, streams of clear and vibrant magical spring water suddenly spurt out from near the stones of the oasis.

The spring water soon turned into a sky-high fountain with a height of more than ten meters as the human-shaped dust and sand approached. Hundreds of sharp sword-like water columns pierced the yellow sand and rose from the ground. The spring water fell continuously into a pool, and gathered into a lake, under the sun. It reflects a beautiful rainbow, creating a scene that is impossible to see in desert areas.

The humanoid Chensha kept walking, leading Sivir into the water curtain.

Standing by the lake, the humanoid Chensha, who could no longer sustain his body due to the magic spring water, stumbled and fell to the side. Before falling to the ground, the humanoid Chensha threw Sivir, who was only breathing his last breath on his shoulders, into the newly formed Among the oasis lakes,

With a 'plop', Sivir emptied the water with his face like a carrot, calmly lying in the lake with his head upright, his body erect.

"Brother, Sivir won't be dead, right?"

Unable to calm down anymore, Samira looked at Lester in panic. The knife on Sivir's body was stabbed by him. Even if the real cause of Sivir's death was because of that strange thing, it was not the same as her. The instigator cannot escape the blame.

"No, Sivir will not only not die, but will also become stronger."

After saying soothing words, Lester looked directly at Nasus, who was sitting on Renekton as a stool.

"Sir Nasus, can you introduce this magical desert oasis?"

Judging from the hyena's undeveloped face, Nasus could be said to be extremely troubled at this moment.

"This is called Dawn Oasis. The magic spring water here has a healing effect. These spring waters not only contain rich vitality, but also a sufficient amount of elemental primary fluid. Secondly, soaking in it and drinking it directly is best. It can not only restore injuries, but also replenish The scarce mana, if soaked multiple times, can also enhance the physical fitness and magic talent...

This is an extremely important treasure land for the ancient Shurima Empire. It is guarded by the Ascended Ones. Only members of the royal family are qualified to use the magical spring water of the Dawn Oasis. "

Misha asked curiously.

"Lord Nasus, can I take the liberty to ask how the royal family uses the spring water? Will they open it to those who need it?"

Nasus took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and made a helpless expression with his hyena.

"No, in fact, even the celestial warriors of the Ascended Ones only have the right to drink from bottles. For the Shurima royal family, that's probably what it does..."

Everyone looked at Nasus's finger, and who could it be if it wasn't Sivir, who was wearing clothes and floating his body face down in the oasis lake?

"It's used as a bathhouse, right?" Misha sneered: "After using it, the noble Ascended warriors can drink the water to wash their butts, and you have to make others feel grateful. It's really good."

Nasus: ...

Samira shrugged.

"So, what does the power of the Shurima Empire have to do with the Shurima people?"