Chapter 2258: Fighting for Shurima

Sivir exhaled slowly, and Taliyah couldn't imagine how painful her wound was. She sat up straight, but accidentally pulled her sutures, and her face suddenly became distorted.

"Where are you from?" Taliyah asked.

"The city rising from the sand." Sivir's blue eyes turned to Taliyah. And Taliyah seemed to see a pair of deep wells, throbbing and writhing in pain.

"So is that true?" Taliyah asked, "Ancient Shurima is really reborn? Have you seen it?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. A lot of people are rushing there. The ones I saw most were the tribes from the east and south, but people from other places won't wait too long."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Sivir."

Taliyah was no stranger to this name. In fact, there are few people in Shurima who don't know this. And when she saw the cross-shaped weapon, she made a good guess.

A sound came from outside, replacing the rumble of rolling stones. Taliyah rarely heard this sound in her homeland, but she encountered it many times in other places, including on the coast of Ionia, in the cities of Noxus, and in the Freljord. on the ice sheet.

"Who believes this is a bandit group?" Isabella couldn't help complaining when she saw the so-called bandit group quickly splicing together a trebuchet to attack the city. Even the weapons that had been eliminated by Noxus were crushing weapons in this newly reborn Shurima.

The flaming boulder fell into the market and exploded like a meteor falling to the ground, bursting out with fierce flames. The burning corpse was thrown into the air like blackened firewood.

Hundreds of people who had fled from the west side of the city crowded into the square, fighting between two groups. Bloodthirsty shouts of death and the clash of swords followed them all the way. Panicked people fled among the buildings on the edge of the square, and when they got the chance, they got into their houses, closing the doors and locking the windows in an attempt to be safe.

More fireballs smashed down like thunder and lightning, and the air was filled with cries and the smell of burnt flesh. The masonry turned into a waterfall of lava under the impact of magical energy. The market was engulfed in flames, with black smoke plumes rising into the sky.

Nasus ignored the invaders and headed toward his newly perceived target. He squeezed through the frightened crowd, followed the faint smell of powerful blood, and walked resolutely toward the east.

Walking through the dilapidated streets and alleys filled with yellow sand, most of the buildings here have completely become part of the desert, and most of the rest are only damaged foundations and sharpened broken column heads. Nasus drew closer to the thundering heart, and the scavengers of the desert scurried away at the sight of him. The ruins of this city gradually became thinner under the erosion of yellow sand.

Finally, Nasus came to the door of a crumbling building that looked like it had once been a bathhouse. The walls were thicker and harder than those of other houses.

He walked in hunched over and immediately smelled two different smells of blood and sweat. One is very young, but the soul of the other is so old, like an old friend who once walked side by side under the same sun.

A girl poked her head out from the corridor, wearing a loose coat. It looked like she came from a country beyond the eastern sea. Taliyah was filled with fear in her heart, but she did not give way. Her hands made arcs back and forth in front of her chest, as if weaving some kind of natural magic. The ground began to tremble, and stones danced beneath her feet, poking out from under the sand.

Taliyah retreated into the ruins, and the ground around her feet rippled. Stones rose from the ground, like pieces of plaster falling from the walls. Horrible cracks were drilled into the walls and quickly climbed up to the remaining roofs.

"What do you want to do?" Taliyah asked.

"I'm here to save her," Nasus said.

The bandaged Sivir limped with one foot and moved to the girl's side. Although she was clearly in pain, Nasus was still amazed at her will. However, the bloodline of ancient Shurima has always been like this, but he underestimated it.

Sivir waved his hand and showed a golden cross blade that shone with cold light, with an emerald green gem in the center. Ordinary mortals cannot easily wield this weapon, but she holds it firmly in her hand: "There have been too many people trying to save me recently. But they always want something else in return. So, big "Tell me the truth, what do you want?"

"Want you to live."

Nasus suddenly knelt down on one knee, crossed his hands on his chest and saluted: "You are the owner of the ascended bloodline. This weapon is also destined to be commanded by you, because the blood of the Emperor flows in your body. It has been resurrected Az. You and Shurima, there must be great significance in this.”

"No, there is no point." Sivir said coldly: "I never asked Azir to save me. I don't owe him anything. I don't want to have anything to do with you or Xerath."

"It doesn't matter what you think. Whether you accept your fate or not, Xerath will kill you. He is here to cut off Azir's bloodline, once and for all."

Sivir took a long breath and asked: "Nasus, right? I heard your stories when I was a child. Stories about wars, battles of heroes and the like. The stories all say that you and your brother are forgiven. Rima’s protector, right?”

"Yes."

"Then fight for Shurima now." Sivir's unquestioning tone was like a king's landing: "While we are chatting, the people of the desert are dying. If you are the hero I have heard about since I was a child, , then your responsibility is to go out and save as many people as possible.”

The duty Sivir spoke of ignited a fire that had been dormant in his chest for years. Nasus felt the rage coursing through his limbs and body. Only now did he understand what he had lost in his lonely wanderings since the fall of Shurima.

Nasus turned and walked into the square, where he saw the remaining residents of the city kneeling before the Temple of the Sun, their heads pressed to the ground like pilgrims curled up, but in front of them were the blades of the enemy. The bloody soldiers raised their spears high, stabbing at the terrifying god shining at the top.

The witch spirit who betrayed the emperor was on fire and suspended in the air, and the edge of the sun disk gradually softened into pulp in the fire of the Ascendant. In front of him in the air was the struggling and screaming figure of the unfortunate cleric.

"Mortals are foolish," Xerath said as he peeled the flesh from the cleric's skeleton. "Why do you claim to be the son of Azir, the useless emperor?"

Nasus felt Xerath's hatred sweeping over him like a tidal wave. The remains of the priest turned into ashes in just one heartbeat, and were blown away by the burning wind around the witch spirit. Nasus held the axe tightly and strode forward. Every pair of eyes stared at him.

"Xerath!" Nasus shouted, and was about to say something, but a roar from the sky interrupted his voice, and the three people looked over at the same time.

The sky suddenly dimmed, and an unprecedented chill enveloped the entire battlefield. In this oppressive atmosphere, blue and white dragons with ice crystals on their bodies slowly descended one by one. Such a legendary creature appeared in front of us, and all the noise solidified instantly.

Water a wave, otherwise I can't update today. I went to the dentist again in the afternoon and pulled out the wisdom tooth on the lower left side. The wound was very large and was sutured. It's very uncomfortable now, and swallowing saliva will cause pain. I can only inject water.