The Glory of Noxus

Dongdong! Dongdong!

Walking in the yellow sand and dust at the edge.

The earth-shaking drums and trumpets sounded one after another, like angry thunder, suppressing the noisy city sounds.

Following the rhythm of the drums and trumpets, teams of packhorses appeared in the dust.

They were either sturdy camels or powerful war beasts, carrying heavy war supplies on their backs, silently moving forward in the desert.

These screaming war beasts were tied to yokes with thick ropes and driven by soldiers holding goads.

From a distance, you can notice that the war beasts have calcified scales and curved fangs. They are simply natural battering rams that can easily flatten the crumbling walls of Vikaura.

Behind the war beasts are the war groups organized by the tribe.

They hold up colorful and various totems and march towards the city like out-of-control beasts.

Lightly armed guerrillas, mounted archers, and warriors holding scale shields and heavy axes.

There were at least a thousand people, attacking Vikora all over the mountains.

Huo Jixing's eyes narrowed, and he smelled the faint magical energy in the air in the distance.

"These tribal war groups are puppets!"

He had heard Taliyah talk about the customs and habits of the Shurima continent, and the tribes in the desert would not be so harmonious.

For the resources of survival, the tribes usually fight to the death when they meet.

Combined with the ancient magical energy in the air, an idea emerged in his mind.

Someone is leading them.

And these tribal warriors have long turned into war puppets.

"What should we do?"

Cassiopeia swung her snake tail and came behind Huo Jixing, her sharp eyes falling on the surging war group.

"Kill them?"

The strength of these tribal war groups in front of him is not simple, and there are many extraordinary people in them.

It would be difficult for Cassiopeia to get rid of them with her strength.

But she believed that Huo Jixing could easily destroy this group of Shurimans.

Boom!

The earth trembled and the storm swept.

Facing the wild charge of the war beasts, the dilapidated walls of Vikora were like paper, and could not withstand the impact at all.

In just one encounter, the wall collapsed and fell to the ground, raising a thick dust.

And this sudden change caused chaos in the trade area.

The busy market became a mess, the stalls were overturned, and the goods were scattered all over the ground.

Countless people were panicked, with fear and despair written on their faces, trying to escape from this place that was about to become a battlefield.

The lower city near the city wall, as the first area to be hit, turned directly into a bloody purgatory.

The war beasts in scales rushed through the streets as if they were in no man's land, biting the residents of Vikora madly.

Following closely behind, the lightly armored warriors stepped on the rubble scattered after the collapse of the city wall and poured into Vikaola like a tide.

The warriors came from different tribes, shouted war cries in more than a dozen different languages, waved their weapons impatiently, and began to massacre the residents of Vikaola.

They had only one goal -

to open a road to the Temple of the Sun in the center of the city.

Any obstacles along the way, whether civilians, soldiers or warriors trying to protect their homes.

Under their bloody slaughter, they were as fragile as straw, leaving only a bloody war road.

"No hurry, let's wait and see."

Huo Jixing looked back at the black moon-like sun disk, and Nasus jumped off the top of the temple with a battle axe and walked towards the battlefield.

The top of the Temple of the Sun.

Nasus looked down at the bloody slaughter going on in Vikaola with deep eyes.

The previous resentment towards these people dissipated in the blink of an eye like the morning mist of the oasis.

After all, he was the desert master who protected the Shurima continent and the god warrior of the Shurima Empire.

He jumped down from the top of the temple and walked onto the flat stone road, with the long-sided battle axe in his hand glowing.

As he moved forward, the dormant power of the ascender in his body began to revive, his strong limbs were full of strength, and a deep purple glow covered his gray skin.

"Your spirits are extremely empty."

Nasus saw through the essence of these tribal warriors at a glance, empty souls, and repetitive mechanical killing.

Clang!

The long-handled battle axe fell, and the inlaid blue gems drank blood.

With just a simple blow, Nasus split the charging war beast with curved fangs in two.

The steel-like scales were broken, and the internal organs mixed with blood covered the yellow sand ground.

He kept walking, swinging the sharp battle axe sideways, killing the four tribal warriors who rushed over.

Their lives were like candles in the wind, and they could not stop Nasus's steps at all.

The fleeing Vikaura saw Nasus rushing out of the Temple of the Sun and killing everyone, and they quickly ran over.

The bloodthirsty shouts and clashes of swords behind them followed them all the way.

But under Nasus's axe, they disappeared one after another, turning into cold corpses.

These corpses piled up like mountains, forming a bloody barrier to prevent pursuit.

After doing all this, Nasus continued to swing his axe and kill deep into the tribal war group.

"Turn back to dust!"

The killing started again. Nasus, wearing the armor of the Ascendant and holding the axe, carved out a bloody road of death.

The cries of the war beasts and the screams of the tribal warriors intertwined, playing a symphony of praise for death.

The panicked people looked at the invincible Nasus, and fled in the buildings of the inner city. When they had the chance, they would go into the house, close the doors and lock the windows, and try to seek completeness.

They didn't care about the lives of others at all, they just wanted to save themselves.

Suddenly!

Nasus, who was killing in front, heard the heart of a transcendent beating like thunder in his chest.

This person was the heir of the emperors and war queens.

They were a group of men and women with ambitions and strength comparable to the sky. The blood of heroes flowed in their bodies, and so did their descendants.

But people were still calling Nasus's name, begging for his help.

How many more lives are you going to leave behind?

Nasus fell into hesitation, letting the residents of Vikora fend for themselves, which aroused the familiar guilt deep in his soul.

"Huh!"

Nasus exhaled lightly, swung the long-handled battle axe, and directly killed the war beast rushing in front of him.

He was firm in his thoughts because there were more important things for him to do.

The blazing and glorious sun recast his body and mind, just to let him serve Shurima forever, fight for its people, and resist all powerful enemies.

Bathed in blood, Nasus rushed into the Horde again, slaughtering the warriors and shield-bearing heavy warriors who swarmed in.

Then he shook off the subsequent enemies, found a small path, and passed through the dilapidated streets piled with yellow sand to approach the owner of the beating heart.

What Nasus is doing now is precisely for Shurima, for the last trace of the ancient royal bloodline.

There is basically nothing left of this abandoned house on the eastern edge of Vikaura. There is a large skylight on the roof, and the ground is ankle-deep in sand, but there are still four walls.

Under the slaughter of the Horde, many people who have fled gathered in this simple abandoned house.

They have no way to resist the warriors, so they can only hide in the hope that someone can save them.

In the corner of the abandoned house, Taliyah carried her bag tightly on her back, and hung a leather bag filled with clean water and goat milk around her waist.

There was also a small leather bag filled with stones collected from all over the Valoran continent.

She could have left the chaotic Vikola by herself, but at this moment, a wounded woman lay in her arms.

The latter was wrapped in bandages, and there were scabs of blood around her.

Taliyah couldn't help but shudder.

Although she sutured the wound with her own hands, she was not sure what caused the wound.

At the edge of the oasis near Vikola, she unexpectedly helped this seriously injured woman take off her armor with her own hands and cleaned her body as much as possible.

Except for the almost fatal wound, the woman's body was a map drawn by scars.

This was earned by fighting for a lifetime, and almost all of them were in front.

"You are a warrior." Taliyah whispered.

"I can see it, so you must try to stay alive."

The woman's body was trying to recover in her sleep. Only the Weaver Mother knew how much she had suffered in the desert.

So Taliyah didn't know if the woman heard it.

In any case, it was good to have someone to talk to, even if others didn't respond.

Unless you count the whispers about the emperor and death in her mouth during the high fever.

Boom!

There were bursts of dull sounds coming from outside the abandoned house, sounding like rocks rolling and rubbing against each other.

But Taliyah heard that the rebels were looking for people to kill again.

I don't know when they will find this abandoned house, and then rush in and kill everyone.

"What happened?" Taliyah was distressed.

"Why did the rebels rush into Vikora for no reason and kill people wantonly?"

She couldn't help but think of the words she tried to warn herself when she said goodbye to Yasuo in Ionia.

Don't stay in any place for too long unless you have to, keep walking.

But her stay in Vikaola had exceeded her plan.

The original plan was to buy fresh supplies and set off immediately, but she couldn't leave the woman unconscious.

The urge to find her family was like a needle prick in her heart, but the Weaver Mother once said that everyone is closely woven in the interweaving of life.

If one thread is allowed to fray, it will eventually destroy the entire tapestry.

So Taliya stayed to fulfill the promise she made to the woman in her arms, even though the urge to return home was wrenching her soul all the time.

"You must wake up soon, otherwise you will never be able to leave Vikaola again."

Taliya smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, which was a little pungent and disgusting.

She stayed in the corner, pushed the black hair between the woman's hot eyebrows, and carefully examined her face, wondering how she was so badly injured and half buried in the sand dunes at the edge of the Great Sai Desert.

She was beautiful, but she had a hard edge, and even coma couldn't soften her completely.

Her skin was a light brown dyed by the sun, typical of the local Shurima.

When her eyelids occasionally fluttered open and closed, Taliyah saw that her eyes were a clear sky blue.

What attracted Taliyah's attention most was the ornament with a green gem on her forehead.

This was a magic rune item, of a high grade, and it was also it that sustained the woman's life.

"Hmm?"

Taliyah noticed that the woman seemed to be moving, and quickly looked down, seeing a pair of azure eyes looking around, and her hands were still groping for something.

"Where's my knife?" the woman asked anxiously.

Taliyah pointed to the mud wall behind her. The strange weapon was sheathed in a leather sheath and pressed under a woolen blanket with a pattern of flying birds.

"There. The blade is sharp. I don't want to leave it where I can trip. It would be difficult to hurt my feet."

"Where are we?" The woman breathed a sigh of relief and grasped the handle of the knife.

"In Vikora, there is an unexpected riot here."

"Who are you?" The woman's eyes turned to Taliyah.

And she seemed to see a pair of dark wells, where pain throbbed and rolled.

"I am Taliyah." Taliyah replied.

Hearing this, the woman's fingers stroked the blade, feeling the coldness, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you, Taliyah. I will pay you enough money to repay your kindness in saving me."

"Can you tell me what your name is?"

Taliyah noticed that the woman's hiding action was somewhat similar to when Yasuo tightened his sword.

The woman raised her eyes to meet Taliyah's and said solemnly.

"Sivir!"