The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 443 The Return of the Darkin, Nayafili, the Hundred-Sundered Hellhound

Nasus looked around the reception room, his gloomy eyes swept across Huo Jixing, Kasiri and Katarina like a blade.

"Are you sure about the authenticity of the news?"

In the ancient Shurima Empire, Nasus was not only the warrior king of the empire, but also a prestigious university scholar in the empire.

His erudition and experience made him highly respected in the Ascended Legion.

At the end of the Icathian War, the Void suddenly descended, sweeping across the battlefield, causing irreparable damage to the Shurima Empire.

Nasus therefore conducted in-depth research on the power of the Void and the Ascended who were affected, and learned about the horror of the Void.

"Of course I can confirm it." Huo Jixing smiled and replied, his tone full of confidence and determination.

This was something he had personally experienced, how could it be faked.

Even today, the Void Prophet Malzahar and the Void Burrower Rek'Sai still left a deep impression on him.

Moreover, according to the area controlled by Azir, Vikora is not far from the Koharise Desert and is also close to the rock village.

For those who are familiar with the desert, it is not difficult to verify the authenticity of the news.

Because all the movements in the desert coexist with the sun and the wind and sand, there is no secret at all.

Nasus nodded gently and thought secretly.

He knew in his heart that once the power of the void invaded this land again, the shadow of war would inevitably cover Shurima.

The Shurimans had experienced the fear and threat brought by the void countless times, and the unforgettable memory still frightened the strongest warriors.

Even the Ascended Legion, those god warriors who were almost regarded as gods, had to temporarily avoid the edge in the face of the endless void.

After a moment of silence, Nasus said solemnly: "The negotiations will continue, but I need some time."

Huo Jixing said no problem.

He understood what Nasus was going to do.

Since it was about the void, Nasus had to ask Azir for permission, and even the negotiation had to be put on hold.

Then, Nasus took Sivir out of the reception room, walked through the busy corridor, and returned to the hotel where they lived.

After returning to the hotel.

Without stopping for a moment, Nasus immediately prepared for the communication ceremony with Azir in the room.

This was the secret art of the yellow sand that originated from the ancient Shurima Empire.

It could pass information to people far away across thousands of distances.

After a while.

Nasus engraved a complex yellow sand magic circle in the center of the room.

He clasped his hands together, sat cross-legged on the ground, and muttered something.

A low incantation sounded, and golden sand grains quietly emerged above the magic circle, slowly rotating.

As the speed increased, a small sandstorm was finally formed.

Buzz!

In the sandstorm, a brilliant golden light suddenly lit up, illuminating the room.

Then Azir's figure gradually appeared at the core of the storm.

Although it was just an illusion, Azir's majestic aura still made people dare not look directly at him.

"Nasus, what do you want?"

Azir's voice was like the echo of an ancient god, crossing the sandstorm and resounding throughout the room.

Nasus immediately stood up and saluted Azir respectfully.

Then, he reported to Azir in detail what Huo Jixing had told him about the void.

At the same time, he also told his own observations and analysis, without missing any details.

Azir listened to Nasus's report in the light and shadow of the yellow sand, nodding or frowning in thought from time to time.

When Nasus finished speaking, Azir was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"Your concerns are indeed justified."

"We must be careful in dealing with the void."

As the last emperor of the Shurima Empire, Azir was very familiar with the Icathia rebellion.

This rebellion not only shook the foundation of the empire, but also marked the beginning of the end of a once glorious era.

"As for the negotiation matters."

Azir ignored the mottled light and shadow in front of him, fixed his eyes on Sivir standing at the door, and said in a deep voice.

"Let's end it as soon as possible!"

Sivir's existence is a symbol of hope for Azir, and it is the possibility of the continuation of the empire.

But the threat of the void is even greater, and he must consider all aspects of the matter.

Nasus bowed to Azir to show his respect until the sandstorm dissipated and he stood up.

"Sivir, time waits for no one."

Nasus sighed softly, with a sense of urgency in his voice.

Now, time is their most precious resource, and they must have enough power to resist before the void comes.

Under the threat of the void, after only one day, the three parties reached an agreement after a short and fierce debate and compromise.

Huo Jixing and Katarina, as well as Nasus and others, did not personally participate in the specific matters of this negotiation.

They were more behind the scenes, examining the details of this game with a detached attitude.

When the negotiations came to an end, Huo Jixing and others sent their subordinates to conduct a final review of the specific matters of the negotiations.

These subordinates are elites in their respective camps, their eyes are as sharp as knives, and their minds are as delicate as silk.

When reviewing the documents, every word was repeatedly scrutinized to ensure that there were no loopholes that could be exploited by the other party.

As for this negotiation, it was not just Huo Jixing and Catalina's intention.

Huo Jixing had written down what he saw and heard in Icathia long before and sent it to the capital.

This intelligence recorded in detail his observations and discoveries in Shurima.

Including the local political situation, economic conditions, and potential void threats and opportunities.

It is of great significance to the Noxian Empire and provides valuable reference for the Empire's decision-making.

In the end, it was Swain and the Trifaree Council who gave the bottom line for the negotiations, aiming to protect the interests of the Noxian Empire.

The result of the negotiations was good for the Noxian Empire.

Not only did they retain most of the ownership of the North Port, but they could also communicate with the forces under Azir and Xerath in the extraordinary system.

This means that the Noxian Empire still maintains control over the North Port and cooperates and communicates with other forces to obtain more resources and knowledge.

And what they paid was the right to use the waterways in the port and some trade rights.

This was specifically requested by Azir and Xerath, hoping to expand their horizons through ocean waterways and understand the changes in the new era.

Only through learning and adaptation can we be invincible in the new era.

The subsequent transactions of some salt and iron mines are included in the economic and trade treaty.

This treaty specifies the key terms such as the quantity, price, and delivery time of the transaction in detail, ensuring the fairness and justice of the transaction.

The economic and trade treaty also predetermines possible disputes and provides both parties with ways and methods to resolve disputes.

It can be said that this treaty is beneficial to all three parties and can effectively convert resources.

Uzeris.

This ancient city is bustling with people at the gate.

At this moment, the main gate is wide open, like a gateway to a prosperous world, attracting countless people's attention.

Many caravans stop at the gate. They come from all directions and bring rare goods and exotic customs.

The sound of camel bells and the neighing of horses in the caravan are intertwined, foreshadowing a bright future.

Huo Jixing bids farewell to Nasus and others at the main gate.

Nasus no longer hides his identity.

The face of the jackal shows that he is the god of death in the desert and the ascender recorded in ancient mythology.

His appearance attracted the attention of the nearby Shurimans, who cast awe-inspiring gaze.

"Your Highness Huo Jixing, the marriage we discussed before is still valid."

Nasus turned around and looked into Huo Jixing's eyes, ignoring the Shurimans' gazes.

"I hope to get a reply from His Highness Swain and the Trifari Council."

Huo Jixing felt the cold eyes of Katarina behind him, smiled helplessly, and did not answer Nasus.

Wait until Nasus's team left.

Time Apprentice Kasiri came over, his deep eyes fell on Huo Jixing.

"If Lord Huo Jixing has time, you are welcome to go to the old place."

"My mentor, His Highness Jilan, will be waiting for you there."

Huo Jixing's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he knew the old place that Kasiri mentioned very well.

To be honest, he was very curious about how the Guardian of Time, Jilan, the old man who controlled time, walked in the past and the future.

After bowing, Kasiri led the negotiation delegation of Xerath into the endless desert in the distance.

In the dark night of Shurima.

No sound can be as frightening as the howl of dune hyenas.

If someone heard their harsh barking in the dry and hot wind, they would keep one hand on the hilt of the sword and let the accompanying horses conserve their energy.

Because the wild dogs wandering in the desert are always hungry, and as long as they find prey, they will chase it relentlessly.

Among these dune hyenas, there is a group whose hunger is even more unfathomable.

And it is also longer, and ordinary beasts cannot be compared with it at all.

It is the hunger of not eating a grain of rice for years!

In a dark nest under an unknown desert, a group of crimson hyenas lie quietly.

Their bodies blend into the dark red sand around them, like the guardians of this desolate land.

The skin of these hyenas is dark red, and it seems that they are tanned by the desert sun, and it seems that they are stained with a strange color by the underground magma.

Suddenly.

Among the hyenas, the largest hyena opened its blood-red eyes, and confusion and confusion filled its pupils.

It shook its head, sniffed the dry air, and exhaled a hot breath like blood from its nostrils.

This huge hyena opened its bloody mouth, sharp fangs appeared, and a little bit of hungry saliva dripped on the ground.

As it stood up, a group of hyenas behind it woke up and opened their blood-red eyes.

Their eyes were full of expectation and desire, as if they were waiting for a signal to start a hunt.

"I feel that this is the power of the sun disk!?"

A cold and hoarse voice sounded in the underground nest, and waves of echoes flowed.

"Yes, a familiar smell!"

The crimson hyena paced forward, along the bloody road full of corpses, came to the desert ground, and felt the scorching heat.

The muscle lines of its body are extremely smooth and graceful, embedded with many broken blades, full of bloody violent beauty.

Its limbs are strong and powerful, and its bloody claws are extremely sharp, which can easily tear the skin of any prey.

"What a sad fate!"

"Now that I have become so ugly, I feel the resurgence of the sun's disk and the familiar power of ascension."

The crimson hyena raised its head to the sky, and the red-gold sun awakened its buried memory.

She was once a great warrior in Shurima's fight against the Void, but the power of the Void turned her into a Darkin.

Even so, she is still the most powerful dark descendant and can almost lead all dark descendants.

She could have easily defeated any darkin and become their recognized ruler.

However, she was deceived so easily and cursed by the hateful star spirit.

"Haha, I'm used to this body now."

"No, it's these bodies."

The crimson hyena looked back at his companions, recalling the past again.

Personal grievances and secret calculations caused the Darkin to collapse from within.

Then he fell from his dominance and was no longer the natural killer on Runeterra.

"Thousands of bodies and one mind can form a swarm!"

The crimson hyena whispered softly, with hatred and killing intent in its crimson eyes.

"The protoss sees us as lapdogs, so let's show our fangs."

"And you."

"It's time to come back!"

She didn't pray that she could return to her original form, with the body of a god warrior.

Her only thought now is to kill the protoss who stabbed her in the back.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

The empty desert echoed with a chorus of howls and howls.

The crimson wave surged slowly, returning to the dark lair again, waiting for the opportunity.

Sea of ​​Conquerors.

In the endless vast waves, a merchant ship from the Freljord was cutting through the waves and sailing quickly.

The destination is Kalamanda in Shurima.

At the bottom of the cabin, in a large room, the strong smell of blood filled the air.

In the shadow corner, a resolute middle-aged man sat down, surrounded by blood and a group of broken corpses.

It can be seen from the old armor they wear that they are clan warriors from Freljord.

For some unknown reason, a fierce fight broke out in the room.

Even in death, their eyes were still terrified, staring closely at the bloody giant sword in the middle-aged man's hand.

This giant sword exudes a strange bloody glow, as if it has endless power.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

There were ripples in the air, and the blood covering the ground seemed to be flowing backwards, flowing from the dead clan warriors to the bloody giant sword, and then to the middle-aged man.

"Let the blood be sacred to us!"

"baptism!"

In the silent room, time seemed to freeze at this moment, until a low murmur sounded.

The middle-aged man, bathed in blood, stood up and looked at these clan warriors who were greedy for the giant sword, with a crazy smile on his face.

Although the blood magic he mastered was not sophisticated, it could destroy a mortal's body in an instant.

And the people who died in the battle can also be used by him to become nutrients, making him stronger and stronger.

"I smell a familiar force"

"The once-destroyed empire is resurrected in Shurima."

The middle-aged man held the bloody giant sword tightly, and his strong body was slowly transformed by the blood.

In a daze, the will was forcibly injected into the host's body, imitating an image recorded in the myth, and reshaping the original body.

"It's time for you to come back!"