He Comes From the Void

A figure wrapped in a long robe came to the gate of Nasramei, and his tall figure immediately attracted a lot of attention.

He was wrapped from head to toe in a rag-like robe, but it still couldn't hide his tall and strong figure.

He clutched a long cloth-wrapped cane, the broad top of which was also wrapped in rags.

His legs were bent at an odd angle, making it difficult to move.

The appearance of this strange person immediately attracted the attention of the city gate guards.

"take inspection!"

The blades of the two halberds crossed in front of his chest, and the strange man raised his eyes from the ground under his feet.

He was stopped by two Noxian soldiers armed with halberds. They wore black iron armor, blood-red cloaks billowed behind them, and only their eyes were visible from their dancing spiked helmets.

But to ordinary people, the soldiers who looked like two black iron war beasts were weak and dwarfed like children in front of this giant.

The halberd was longer than the soldier's height, and the halberd only reached his chest. His figure was as majestic as an iron tower, casting a huge shadow.

The weirdo looked down at them, his face hidden in the shadow of the stretched hood.

A hand protruded from the armhole, and he slammed his wrapped cane on the ground, making a dull echo in the street.

They saw his fingers wrapped in bandages like those of a leper.

He didn't speak, but it brought an unparalleled sense of oppression to the two soldiers.

The two soldiers felt uneasy like never before. At any rate, they were almost selected as soldiers of Cui Fali. Even facing the entire Cui Fali army before, they had never felt such a strong sense of oppression.

They looked through the gaps in the helmets to see the faces under the burqas, and there was a golden light flickering slightly in the shadows.

"I see the sunshine of Shurima in your eyes. You were born in this land, but you took up arms for Noxus."

The weirdo shook his head. His accent was heavy and humming, as if it came from a dry well thousands of years old. The ancient language of Shurima revealed the vicissitudes of time.

This is definitely not a sound that a human can make, but more like a living ancient sculpture.

Where is this sacred? Fear seeped in the soldier's heart.

Although he was surprised that the other party saw through his own background at a glance, in order to defend the honor of Noxus, the soldier gritted his teeth and said the words stuck in his throat. : "When our generation was born, this place was already occupied by Noxus."

A trace of imperceptible grief flashed in the strange man's eyes.

For thousands of years, wars in this land have never ceased.

The power has changed, from gods to mortals, and there have been batches of people on the throne, but none of them is the monarch he recognizes.

The dynasty he served no longer exists, and the empire's borders have become barbarian colonies.

Although he understands the importance of war to a country, he can't help but feel sad when he thinks that the land he guards is being invaded.

"Noxus has a history of only a thousand years. When my brother led the golden armor soldiers to capture here, the capital of your Noxus was just an uncivilized wasteland."

He didn't mean to show off when he said this, but he just regretted that the soldiers couldn't see their roots clearly.

"What you are talking about is an ancient legend. Now this place has been brought under the jurisdiction of Noxus. You must be inspected before you can enter the city!"

With a war cry, the two halberds made a sharp metal collision sound, forcing him to face the reality.

"You better not stop me, I'm just here to find someone, I don't want to see blood."

The strange man gave a cold snort, and turned to face the sun-cast east.

The sun melted the shadows, and the two soldiers squinted at the protruding muzzle under his hood, and suddenly their eyes widened.

"You are the god of Shurima! You are... Nasus!"

The shock made them lose their minds, and he gently pushed aside the two heavy halberds with his cane, and then slowly walked into the city gate, no one stopped them.

Nasus followed the crowd through the Bazaar of Light toward the central library, trying to ignore their gazes.

His stature was already striking, and the guards at the gate must have made his identity known by now.

Even as he passed the black stone arch called Nox Stola, he did not stop to show his intention to smash it.

In his mind, Shurima Shurima was dying.

He didn't think she could rise again.

Unlike the walls and gates that had been rebuilt by Noxus, the vision of the inner city of Nasramei still shows the shadows of its former glory.

Until now, he still deeply remembers how his younger brother brutally rushed into the city and slaughtered, defeated the enemy's defenses, and brought this ancient city under the rule of Shurima.

But what happened next made him brood.

Led by Renekton, the victorious Shuriman soldiers slaughtered wantonly and set fire to it.

The crazy Renekton set fire to the great library of Nashilami, destroying countless volumes of the only bibliography in the world.

Nasus was enraged by his trampling rampant destruction of a defeated civilization, and that was the closest the two brothers came to a bloody confrontation, standing in the middle of the ancient city, swords drawn.

In the end, under the stern and disappointed eyes of his brother, Renekton's bloodthirsty mania finally faded away, and he finally left in shame.

He who stood in the sea of ​​flames that time never imagined that one day he would seal his younger brother into endless darkness together with an invincible enemy.

This matter has become his eternal knot, and he has been lost in the desert since then with a heavy sense of guilt.

The post-disaster reconstruction of Nasramme was carried out under the supervision of Nasus, and even the skilled craftsmen of Icacia could not return the original appearance of this ancient city.

So Nasus built the scorched land into the shape of Shurima.

No matter how strong the rock is, it cannot withstand the erosion of time.

After the fall of Shurima, wars raged, and there were no skilled craftsmen to polish the gold on this beach.

Many structures of Nashramme survived that fall, but these ancient structures of Shurima have also withered by the forces of the elements over the centuries.

Although some younger residents hope to tear it down and rebuild, the old people feel that this is an insult to their heritage and blood, and a defilement of their origin.

He heard people muttering something around him, and occasionally his name could be faintly heard, but he turned a deaf ear to it. He walked all the way, turned a corner, and finally stepped into the square in the center of the city.

The city's crowning glory is an ornate imitation of a non-enchanted sun disc.

The purpose of this sun disc is to commemorate the fall of Shurima, and it is also a hope, praying that the sun will one day bless them again.