He Comes From the Void

Sivir is a mercenary, if he didn't reap the benefits, he would never be able to help others for no reason.

If Nasus only wanted to use her blood to restore Shurima, she would not let that happen even if she left Shurima.

Hearing what she said, Nasus finally looked at her again with examining eyes, and finally nodded.

Now her existence has a completely different meaning, no matter how bad she was to him before, he has to start paying attention to her thoughts.

"What do you want from me?" Nasus asked.

Sivir originally wanted to talk about wealth, but it is too vulgar for her to talk about wealth now. With her current ability, wanting money is just a matter of moving her fingers.

It's easy to complete a commission, or you can simply grab it.

"I want you to be my bodyguard and keep me safe."

When it finally came to the point, Kahn couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as Sivir doesn't take the initiative to provoke her now, basically no one can endanger her life. This reason is just an excuse to keep Nasus by her side.

It is precisely because they are going to take the initiative to provoke the Prophet and the dark forces behind him, in order to ensure the success rate, so they did this.

"I would do it without you telling me." Nasus would do anything to restore Shurima.

"Oh? Then do you have a way to remove the curse?" Sivir changed the subject.

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down, and Sivir's intention in asking this question was obvious.

Maybe she no longer wanted to kill Kahn, but the idea of ​​getting out of his control never disappeared.

It is human nature, no one would want to live under the control of others, Kahn understands this.

When Kaisha heard Sivir's question, she had some thoughts at first, but she immediately shook her head and denied it.

Kahn has been able to help her contain the skin armor, and now she has nothing dissatisfied with the skin armor, there is no need to get rid of it.

Under Sivir's expectant gaze, Nasus shook his head.

If he had any way of resisting the Void's taint, then his brothers and sisters wouldn't be corrupted either.

"Okay." Sivir said regretfully, "Then please help me kill someone first."

...

Nasus rewrapped his burqa, bowed through the low gate and corridor, and followed several people into the garrison.

People had already gathered in the small square, staying any longer might attract the Noxus army and cause unnecessary trouble.

So they came to the station to discuss the next thing.

The dim light here made him uncomfortable, and he was still used to being exposed to the scorching sun. Moreover, the stacking method of stone and wood, and the weird form of the furniture made him feel dazzling and restless.

But he can't ask too much for the aesthetics of mortals, and they have no ability to restore Shurima's former glory.

He couldn't help thinking of the beautiful Garden City, where Azir's mother was born.

The young emperor also generously bestowed grace on the people here, and the layers of gardens were filled with flowers from all over the empire, surrounded by colorful colors and wonderful fragrances. Groups of high towers are embellished with silver and jade, and cool water flows from the great temple, rushing along the aqueduct day and night.

If Shurima was restored, he might see that blessing again in his lifetime.

"Sit down, would you like something to drink?"

After clearing up the misunderstanding, Sivir entertained Nasus like a hostess.

Nasus saw that the stools with handles couldn't even fit his heels, and he was reluctant to ruin his image by sitting on the table, so he didn't sit down in the end.

He opened his mouth and replied, "I don't need to eat or drink. The power of the sun has already recast my body, so I don't eat the fireworks of the world."

"That's a pity." Sivir raised her eyebrows, and Nasus's superior tone made people uncomfortable. She said: "Although I can also not eat or drink, but I can't bear this little appetite."

After finishing speaking, she poured some wine for herself and others, and drank it on her own.

"If you revive Azir and bring the sun disk back to the sky, your great achievements will be recorded in the annals of history, and it is not impossible to ascend to the sky at that time. Could it be that the immortal power and long lifespan can't compare with these fleeting Do you enjoy it?"

Nasus was expressionless, although he believed that Sivir, as a descendant of the sun, should work hard to restore the glory of Shurima instead of spending time on these low-level enjoyments.

"Do you know what the two things I fear the most? Living without money to spend and having money without being able to spend, the most important thing is to live in the moment. Besides, the ascension ceremony is so dangerous, it is impossible for me to try it before the end of my life." of."

Sivir responded to Nasus lightly, but everyone could feel the friction, and the smell of gunpowder began to fill the air.

Don't fight again and demolish the resident, Kahn has a headache.

In the original world line, it was Sivir who met Nasus after resurrecting Azel. And because his Shurima reappeared, Nasus was very friendly to her as soon as they met, and the latter was also moved by the first impression Nasus gave her, and he didn't behave so harshly now, just like A pair of master and servant spanning thousands of years.

But now the two gave him the feeling that two people with different views were forcibly bound together by fate, and all kinds of friction continued.

Without speculative words, Nasus forcibly got to the point.

"Who do you want me to kill for you?"

"A prophet, he embraced the void, obtained the power bestowed by the void, and developed a cult on the edge of Shurima in an attempt to bring the void back."

In order to avoid verbal friction between the two of them again, Kaisha directly answered for Sivir, and this was one of the few topics she could participate in.

"The remnants of the Icathians?"

Nasus was far away from the world, and no rumors of the Prophet had been heard. Hearing embracing the void, he immediately thought of the Icacia who released the void.

"No." She shook her head: "A prophet is just an ordinary person with the ability to predict."

"Is he like you?"

"It's different. Although this body armor will bring us pain and trouble, it only stays on the surface of the body. The prophet's thinking has been filled with the strange energy of the void, and he has completely fallen."

Nasus frowned. Things sounded tricky.

This prophet seems to have degenerated more seriously than the darkborn. Although his predecessor was just a mortal, if the cultists under him don't handle it well, it will be a big trouble.

He will not underestimate mortals anymore, because he has already suffered a loss at the hands of mortals, and the price he paid was the destruction of the entire empire.

"I promise to help you, just like my brothers and sisters once did, I will stand at the front line against the void creatures and drive them back to their world."