The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 383: Injured Sivir and Confused Vikaola
dong dong!dong dong!
Wandering in the yellow sand and dust at the edge.

The earth-shaking beating of war drums and the sound of military trumpets rose one after another, like angry thunder, suppressing the noisy sounds of the city.

Following the rhythm of war drums and bugles, teams of packhorses emerged from the dust.

They are either sturdy camels or powerful war beasts, carrying heavy war supplies on their backs, and moving forward silently in the desert.

These screaming beasts of war were tied to yokes with thick ropes and driven by soldiers armed with goads.

From a distance, you can notice that the war beast has calcified scales on its body and curved fangs. It is simply a natural battering ram that can easily flatten the crumbling walls of Vikora.

Behind the war beasts is the battle group organized by the tribe.

They held high colorful and various totems and marched towards the city like out-of-control beasts.

Lightly armed skirmishers, mounted archers, and warriors armed with scale shields and heavy axes.

There were at least a thousand people, attacking Vikaola all over the mountains.

Huo Jixing's eyes narrowed as he smelled the faint magical energy in the air in the distance.

"These Horde warbands are puppets!"

He had heard Taliyah talk about the customs and habits of the Shurima continent, and that the tribes in the desert would not be so harmonious.

In order to obtain resources for survival, tribes would usually fight to the death when they met.

Combined with the ancient magical energy that permeated the air, an idea emerged in his mind.

Someone is leading them.

And these tribal warriors have long since turned into war puppets.

"what should we do?"

Cassiopeia swung her snake tail and came behind Huo Jixing, her sharp eyes falling on the surging battle group.

"Kill them?"

The strength of these tribal war groups in front of us is quite impressive, and there are many extraordinary people among them.

It would be difficult for Cassiopeia to defeat them with her strength.

But she believed that Huo Jixing could easily destroy these Shurimans.

Rumble!
The earth shook and a storm blew.

Faced with the wild charge of the war beasts, the dilapidated walls of Vikaola were like paper and could not withstand the impact at all.

With just a single encounter, the city wall collapsed, crashing to the ground and raising thick clouds of dust.

This sudden change caused chaos in the trade zone.

The busy market was reduced to chaos, with stalls overturned and goods scattered all over the ground.

Countless people were in panic, with fear and despair written all over their faces, trying to escape from this place that was about to become a battlefield.

The lower city area near the city wall, as the first area to be hit, was directly transformed into a bloody purgatory.

The scaly-armored war beasts ran rampant through the streets as if they were in their own land, biting the residents of Vikora madly.

Following closely behind were the lightly-armored warriors, stepping on the rubble scattered after the collapse of the city wall and pouring into Vikora like a tide.

The warriors came from different tribes, shouted war cries in a dozen different languages, waved their weapons impatiently, and began to massacre the residents of Vikaura.

They have only one goal...

Open a path to the Sun Temple in the center of the city.

Anyone who stands in their way, whether they are civilians, soldiers or warriors trying to protect their homes.

Under their bloody slaughter, it was as fragile as straw, leaving only a road of war paved with flesh and blood.

"No rush, let's wait and see what happens."

Huo Jixing looked back at the black moon-like sun disk, and Nasus jumped off the top of the temple with a battle axe and walked towards the battlefield.

Top of the Temple of the Sun.

Nasus looked down with deep eyes at the bloody massacre taking place in the city of Vikora.

The previous resentment towards these people dissipated in the blink of an eye like the morning mist in an oasis.

After all, he is the Desert Warden who protects the Shurima continent and the god-warrior of the Shurima Empire.

He leaped down from the top of the temple and walked onto the flat stone road, the long-brimmed battle axe in his hand shining brightly.

As he moved forward, the dormant Ascendant power in his body began to revive, his strong limbs were filled with strength, and a deep purple glow covered his gray skin.

"Your spirit is hollow."

Nasus saw through the true nature of these tribal warriors at a glance, their empty souls and repetitive mechanical killings.

Sonorous!

The long-handled battle axe fell, and the inlaid blue gem drank the blood.

With just one simple strike, Nasus cut the charging war beast with curved fangs in half.

The steel-like scales were shattered, and the internal organs mixed with blood covered the yellow sand ground.

He kept walking and swung his sharp battle axe sideways, killing the four tribal warriors who rushed over.

Their lives were like candles in the wind, unable to stop Nasus's steps.

The fleeing Vikaura people saw Nasus rushing out of the Temple of the Sun and killing everyone, and they quickly ran over.

The bloodthirsty shouts and the clashing of swords behind them followed them all the way.

But under Nasus's battle axe, they disappeared one after another and turned into cold corpses.

The corpses piled up like mountains, forming a bloody barrier to prevent pursuit.

After doing all this, Nasus continued to swing his battle axe and kill his way deep into the tribal war group.

"Return to dust!"

The killing started again. Nasus, wearing the armor of the Ascended and holding a battle axe, carved out a bloody road of death.

The cries of war beasts and the screams of tribal warriors intertwined together, playing a symphony of praise for death.

The panicked people looked at the invincible Nasus and fled through the buildings in the inner city. When they had the chance, they would go into the houses, close the doors and lock the windows in a vain attempt to seek safety.

They don't care about the life or death of others, they just want to protect themselves.

Suddenly!
Nasus, who was killing in the front, heard the heart of a transcendent beating like thunder in his chest.

This man is the heir of emperors and war queens.

They were a group of men and women whose ambitions and strength were as high as the sky. The blood of heroes flowed in their bodies, and so did their descendants.

But people still call out Nasus' name, begging him for help. How many more lives will you sacrifice?

Nasus hesitated, leaving the inhabitants of Vikaura to their fate, which aroused the familiar guilt deep in his soul.

"call!"

Nasus exhaled lightly, swung his long-handled battle axe, and directly killed the beast that rushed towards him.

He stood firm in his ideas because there were more important things for him to do.

The blazing, glorious sun rewrote his body and soul, so that he could serve Shurima forever, fight for its people, and resist all powerful enemies.

Bathed in blood, Nasus charged into the Horde once again, slaughtering the warriors and shield-bearing heavy armored warriors that swarmed in.

Then he shook off the following enemies, found a small path, passed through the dilapidated streets filled with yellow sand, and approached the owner of the beating heart.

What Nasus is doing now is for Shurima, for the last trace of the ancient royal bloodline.

There was little left of this abandoned house on the eastern edge of Waikaura, with a large skylight in the roof and ankle-deep sand on the ground, but it still had four walls.

Amid the massacre by the tribal war bands, many people who had fled gathered in this simple abandoned house.

They had no way to resist the warriors and could only hide in the hope that someone would rescue them.

In the corner of the abandoned house, Taliyah carried her package tightly on her back, with a leather bag filled with water and goat's milk hanging around her waist.

There is also a small leather bag filled with stones collected from all over Valoran.

She could have left the chaotic Vikaura on her own, but at this moment, there was a wounded woman lying in her arms.

The latter's body was wrapped in bandages with scabs of blood around it.

Taliyah couldn't help but shiver.

Although she had sutured the wound herself, she was not sure what had caused it.

At that time, at the edge of the oasis near Vikola, she unexpectedly met the seriously injured woman, helped her take off her armor with her own hands, and cleaned her body as much as possible.

Apart from the nearly fatal wound, the woman's body was a map of scars.

This is the result of a lifetime of fighting, and it is almost all in the front.

"You are a warrior, right?" Taliyah whispered.

"I can see that, so you must try your best to live."

The woman's body was trying hard to recover while she was sleeping. Only the Mother of Weavers knew how much she had suffered in the desert.

So Taliyah didn't know if the woman heard it.

Regardless, it's nice to have someone to talk to, even if they don't respond.

Unless you count the whispers she uttered about the emperor and death while she was having a high fever.

Rumble!
There were bursts of dull noises coming from outside the abandoned house, which sounded like rocks rolling and rubbing against each other.

But Taliyah heard that the rebels were looking for people to kill again.

There's no telling when they'll find this abandoned house, rush in and kill everyone there.

"What on earth happened?" Taliyah was distressed.

"Why did the rebels rush into Vikaura and kill people for no reason?"

She couldn't help but think of the warning she had tried to give herself when she said goodbye to Yasuo in Ionia.

Don't stay in any one place for too long unless you have to, just keep moving.

But her stay in Waikaura had gone beyond her plan.

Her original plan was to buy fresh supplies and hit the road immediately, but she simply couldn't leave this woman unconscious.

The urge to find her family was like needles and insect bites in her heart, but the Weaver Mother once said that everyone is closely woven together in the intersection of the longitude and latitude of life.

Allowing one thread to fray will eventually ruin the entire tapestry.

So Taliyah stayed to fulfill the promise she made to the woman in her arms, even though the urge to return home tormented her soul all the time.

"You must wake up soon, or you will never be able to leave Vikaura again."

Taliyah smelled a strong smell of blood in the air, which was a bit pungent and nauseating.

She stayed in the corner, brushing aside the woman's black hair from her hot brows, and carefully studying her face, wondering how she had been so badly injured and half-buried in the sand dunes on the edge of the Great Sai Desert.

She was beautiful, but she had a hard edge to her that even a coma couldn't completely soften.

Her skin was a sunlight-stained light brown, typical of the Shurima natives.

And when her eyelids occasionally fluttered open and closed, Taliyah saw that her eyes were a clear sky blue.

What caught Taliyah's attention most was an ornament inlaid with a green gem on her forehead.

This is a magic rune item of very high grade, and it is also what sustains the woman's life.

"Ok?"

Taliyah noticed that the woman seemed to be moving, and quickly looked down. She saw a pair of deep blue eyes looking around, and her hands were groping for something.

"Where is my knife?" the woman asked anxiously.

Taliyah pointed to the dirt wall behind her. The strange weapon was sheathed in a boiled leather sheath, beneath a wool rug with a pattern of flying birds.

"There. The blade is sharp, and I don't want it where I can trip and hurt my foot."

"Where are we?" The woman breathed a sigh of relief and gripped the hilt of the knife.

"There's an unexpected riot going on here in Waikaura."

"Who are you?" The woman's eyes turned to Taliyah.

And she seemed to see a pair of dark deep wells in which pain was throbbing and rolling.

“I am Taliyah,” Taliyah replied.

Hearing this, the woman's fingers stroked the blade, feeling the coldness, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you, Taliyah. I will pay you enough money to repay you for saving me."

"Can you tell me what is your name?"

Taliyah noticed that the woman's movement to hide was similar to the way Yasuo gripped his blade.

The woman raised her eyes to meet Taliyah's and spoke solemnly.

"Sivir!"

(End of this chapter)