He Comes From the Void

Kahn gestured for Sivir to calm down.

"We don't want your wealth, we want your power."

"Power? That's even more outrageous. People in the Shurima Dynasty have been dead for thousands of years. Can I still let them crawl out of their graves?"

Sivir felt that she had led people to dig so many ancient tombs. It would be ridiculous if she was the sole heir to the Shurima royal family.

This directly negates her hard work in the first half of her life, and she has been a house thief for more than 20 years without knowing it.

"Your ancestor is waiting for you in the grave, waiting for you to resurrect him." Kahn looked at Sivir with meaningful eyes: "However, it is not time to ask him to come out of the mountain, and he has a loyal subject under his command. , what I need is his help."

"Who is he?" she asked.

"You've definitely heard his legend, guess what."

"Loyal minister..." Sivir fell into deep thought.

There are many loyal ministers in the history of Shurima, but the only ones who can survive to the present are those god warriors who have been imbued with the power of ascension and lived for thousands of years.

And the most famous among them is the governor of the desert.

He was the youngest general in the history of Shurima, and won countless victories for the Shurima army with his strategizing tactics.

After decades of devotion to his duties, he suffered from a merciless illness in his later years.

Skinny, muscular atrophy, brittle bones, dead within a week.

In the end, it was his contribution to the empire that moved the Sun God. The Holy See of the Sun recast his divine body through the Ascension Ceremony, and continued to guard Shurima with a body made of obsidian for generations.

But after the dynasty collapsed and the glory faded away, the god warrior was lost in the endless desert.

To this day, he is still seen wandering the endless desert, accompanied by the ghosts of ancient times and his own sorrow.

It is also said that his bleak figure often appears in the ruins of Shurima's dead cities, watching the desert gradually bury the remaining ruins, mourning the old country and those who have passed away.

Or alone, he occasionally glimpses in the sight of passing travelers before disappearing into sandstorms or morning mist.

"You're not talking about Nasus, the son of the desert, are you?" Sivir tentatively asked.

"That's right, the person I'm looking for is Nasus." Kahn crossed his arms and leaned slightly sideways on Kai'sa's shoulder in a comfortable posture, so that she, who was attracted by the story, could hear more clearly.

"As unique as your royal blood is, Nasus is the only free Ascendant in existence."

Kahn is not wrong, there is not only one Ascendant, but Nasus is the only one who can move freely. The others were either infected by the void and became bloodthirsty darkborn, or they were sealed in ancient tombs.

Sivir sucked hot air into her chest, and she felt a tinge of anger.

"I doubt your statement very much. If those legends are true, if Nasus is really a supporter of the royal family, then why didn't he show up when my family was massacred by the Sains?"

"Because what he defends is not the orthodox blood of the royal family, but the Shurima Empire ruled by the royal family." Kahn looked at Sivir's nails clenched into his flesh, and said slowly: "He didn't know that the blood of his descendants was sprinkled on What kind of miracles can be caused on the sand of the tomb, because I don’t know, so I don’t do anything.”

"Shurima wouldn't be as broken as it is today if he'd known that royal blood could bring back the emperor he's loyal to."

The four words "resurrection of the emperor" made Taliyah rub her arms a little uneasy.

Although they are just a group of honest nomads, the appearance of the emperor will inevitably bring about the exploitation of the bottom.

"Well, just pretend it's true. What do you want Nasus to do for you?"

"Revenge." Kahn glanced at Kassadin, saw that he was a little moved, and continued: "We know almost nothing about the power of the prophet. In order to prevent my family from risking their lives, I need the gods The help of fighters. They are not afraid of death and are the best candidates."

"The legend of Nasus has been passed down for a long time. He is a living miracle. His prestige can shake the faith of the heretics under the Prophet."

If anything could shake the cultists' worship of the false idols of the Void Cult, it would be the Celestial Warriors who defend the glory of Shurima.

Recast physically and mentally by the sun, they are the spiritual pillars of the former Shurima people.

"So you treat Nasus as a mercenary, and the reward is my blood?"

Sivir changed to a term that was easier for him to understand. As a mercenary, he was always more sensitive to interests.

"Nasus is not the kind of mercenary who breaks promises for wealth, but a patron saint who can go through life and death for you."

"It's so nice to say, I'm a little moved." Sivir smiled, the kind of smile that saw Qian's eyes open.

Nasus served the Emperor, and she was the only one who could resurrect him, so Nasus had to protect her, Sivir learned from the conversation.

She began to feel that things were moving in her favor, and interest followed.

"The question now is, how do I get his attention?"

"Find the weapon that is in the same line as you first, and let's go to Nashilami."

"Nashramie? I know that place well."

Sivir licked her lips and smiled cruelly.

...

Nasus was not included in Kane's revenge plan, because his whereabouts were erratic and no trace could be found.

But since he met Sivir, he didn't mind spending some time making dog food, and waited for Nasus, a big dog, to find it by himself after smelling the scent.

It took the group more than a month to finally arrive at the port city of Nashlame in the north of Shurima.

This ancient city has not yet been captured by Noxus, so when entering the city, several people did not pass under the black stone arch of Nox Stola, which symbolizes the land conquered by Noxus.

In addition to the natives of Shurima, there are many outsiders speaking foreign languages ​​on the streets of the city.

Some from Piltover, some from Bilgewater, but more Noxians.

Although there was still a war not long ago, the local Shurima people did not reject these Noxus very much, and instead traded with them normally.

"Kan, is the weapon you mentioned hidden somewhere in the city?"

After seven days of getting along, Sivir and the others were no longer as distant as before.

"No, what I'm talking about is just clues about weapons." Kahn noticed that Sivir's eyes became sharper as soon as he entered the city.

She kept patrolling the crowd, as if looking for prey.

"Who are you looking for?"

"traitor."