Hundreds of people gathered together, joined forces in the clouds, sweated into rain, and talked and laughed loudly, bargained, swore and swore at such a fast pace, and so on, and so on, that strangers would always think that they had been arguing all the time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dick: That's what they thought at this time.

The next second he stepped onto the port of Nash Lamei, the dizziness that had tormented Dick for eleven days disappeared in an instant, and the thick feeling under his feet made Dick feel for the first time that the earth was so gentle.

Although, the land here is almost all yellow sand.

In fact, Shurima's climate is not good, after all, it is a desert area, although Nash Lama is located in the northernmost part of Shurima, and it is near the sea, but it is undeniable that sandstorms will not forget you just because you are on the edge, and it will remind you every quarter that Shurima is under your feet.

However, Dick and the others felt that this place was like paradise, although it was not as good as Piltover, but the warm air inhaled into the lungs still made everyone feel refreshed. You must know that every breath you take in Zu'an will be accompanied by a sour and stinging sensation, and your visual distance will never exceed 50 meters, and if it is during the gray alert, the visibility will even be less than 1 meter, which means that you will not be able to see your fingers clearly when you stretch out your hand.

Not only the climate, but also the customs and customs here are very different from those of Zuan.

Looking at the lively scene near the harbor, Dick was very emotional. It's hard to see someone talking so loudly in Zaun, after all, speaking loudly means having to open your mouth wide, and the haze of Zaun will teach you what it means to be reserved.

Looking at Sinjid, who was also much more relaxed in his eyes, Dick walked towards a stall selling all kinds of fruits.

"I've heard that the fruits of the desert always bring good luck to weary travelers, but our group of guests from Zaun have never tasted it!"

Dick smiled and pulled out a gold hexcoin and tossed it to the elderly vendor.

"I wonder if the charm of Jinhai is also loved by the people of the desert?"

The wrinkled vendor smiled happily, it seemed that today, he could go home early, maybe he could get two catties of dragon lizard meat?

"Good fortune always favors the generous guests, and if the guests have not yet found a suitable place to stay, Old Will knows that a fairly clean inn will give you a whole month of comfortable rest. And, of course, there's this stall of delicious fruit. ”

"This is exactly what we need!" Dick, who was lucky enough to solve the accommodation problem, said with a smile, "May the haze not enter your house!" ”

"Give you water and shade!"

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Nasus was a majestic canine-headed ascendant, a heroic figure revered as a demigod by the desert people during the ancient Shurima Empire. His wisdom is full of ferocity, and as a guardian of knowledge and an unparalleled tactician, he has guided the ancient Shurima Empire to prosperity and greatness for hundreds of years with his wisdom. After the fall of the Empire, he began self-exile and became an ethereal legend in people's mouths.

Now that the ancient city of Shurima has risen again, he has returned, determined not to let it fall again.

But before he can reunite with an emperor he hasn't seen for a thousand years, he still has one more thing to do.

After learning about the causes and consequences of Shurima's rebirth through the astrological tower some time ago, Nasus learned that there was still a descendant in this world who had the royal blood of ancient Shurima surviving.

He knew what that meant, and what it meant for Azir and Zeroth.

So, he had to find her.

Nasus followed the crowd through the city towards the temple in the center, trying to ignore the eyes of the people. His figure is already impressive, and Shurima has many secrets buried in it, but none of them will sleep underground forever. Although he had concealed his body with a cloth, it would be strange if there were people who didn't know who he was when he arrived in the center of the city.

Relying on the remnants of the ascendant bloodline in his soul, Nasus knew that the man he was looking for was Nashram.

The past thousand years have eroded the city to the point of being stone-built skeletons, and much of its former glory has been reduced to rubble. The ruins have been erected over the past few hundred years by people who are still nostalgic for their homeland, who stubbornly believe that the future of their homeland lies in the revival of the past.

Nasus followed the growing crowd, and all he saw was a bad imitation of a forgotten history.

The building designed by the skilled craftsmen is a deceptive imitation of the glory of Shurima's body. Once famous for its square-cut granite, the walls are now made of wood and rudely split stones. The original outline of the city remains, but Nasus feels as if he is walking in a nightmare, new materials and strange forms reinventing the once familiar surroundings, and everything is deliberately distorted as if it were designed to make people restless.

He heard someone muttering something around him, and occasionally his name faintly came to him, but he turned a deaf ear and walked all the way, turning a corner, and finally stepping into the square in the center of the city.

When he saw what the inhabitants of Nashrami had built in the revitalized city center, his claws clenched.

It was a temple of the sun, made of sandstone and bare reef rocks knocked out by chisels.

From the hands of man, and stop at the human realm.

Compared to the colossal temple that was once the heart of the Shurima Empire, this temple can only be regarded as a child's toy. The Great Temple used to be the envy and envy of the entire Valoran continent, and the kings from afar came from far away just to catch a glimpse of it. And the so-called memory of future generations is this shameless pile of stones now?

The dark exterior shimmered like basalt, but Nasus could see through the crudely patchwork of the wall panels that were full of tenons of various sizes. A solar disc hung from the top of the temple, and even from a distance, Nasus could see that there was no gold on it, just a wrought alloy of bronze and copper.

In addition, the disk of the sun that Nasus worshipped when he took the form of Ascension was suspended in the air, but the bronze plate was suspended by several hemp ropes and hung from several asymmetrical pillars on either side.

Nasus wanted to lash out.

He and countless other warriors fought bloodily for the Empire, but today's people only commemorate their homeland in such ugly ways. He wanted to wake them up and tell them that their ancestors had fought desperately and bloodily to bring about the solemn history of the Empire. But they knew nothing, their eyes clouded, and they couldn't understand what he knew about the past, and he couldn't make them understand.

A clergyman in feathered robes stood in front of the disc, his hands raised in a prayer posture, his voice drowned out in the noise of the city.

Again, a stupid impostor who desecrates the majesty of the Empire!

(The above setting about Nasus the dog head is taken from the official website of the League of Legends universe.) ）

(Actually, the city isn't set for Nash Lamei, but another city not far away, but it doesn't matter.) ）