"Give you water and shade, my name is Taliyah."

The girl took the initiative to greet Kane, with a smile on her face as warm as her father's.

"Give you water and shade, Taliyah, my name is Kane."

Kane was startled, then whispered in response.

It was her, he almost didn't recognize it—Taliyah was dressed in a short coat and a silk robe, and she hadn't been to Ionia yet, so she hadn't gotten the distinctive burqa.

In addition, she is young and young, and her facial features and height are also different from Kane's impression.

Now, many of the heroes of Runeterra are a few years younger than he remembers, and he should pay attention to it in the future.

"Was that magic?" Taliyah asked.

"What do you see?" Kane began to play dumb, no one else should have seen it.

"I see you weaving the water." The freckled girl replied very bluntly.

"It's just a little trick."

"I'll do a little too." Taliyah raised her hand, and the nearby stones vibrated as if to greet her.

"Is that all you can do now?" Kane suddenly became interested.

As far as he remembers, Taliyah's talent would fully awaken and spiral out of control at the height of summer at the age of sixteen—he wondered where she had come now.

"I can still make the rocks show the sand, but this is the big plug, and the rocks are already exposed."

Taliyah spent more time in the hilly region of Shurima, where the rocks were rocky, and now they were on their way to migrate with the water.

Just as Kane was about to say something, a camel bell rang.

"It's time to eat, I'll go back, we'll talk next time." Taliyah left these words and hurried back to her people, greeting them one by one, politely and harmoniously.

"The little sparrow is fledgling." Kane looked at the petite figure drinking hot soup next to the cooking smoke and muttered to himself.

"What did she just tell you?" Kane felt a tap on the shoulder, and looking back, Keisha walked past Cassadine.

"Say you're so good-looking."

"Why lie? I saw the stones jumping on the ground. You were discovered by magic, right? So she came to you to exchange magic. Keisha squinted at Kane with a look of "Lie to me, you're finished!" Expression.

"I'm not lying, you're really good-looking, good-looking to death."

If Kane had a hippie smile, but if he said such things affectionately, Keisha would still blush even if he straightened the ball.

"Okay, I know, don't say it anymore, everyone else treats us as brothers and sisters."

Keisha nudged Kane and ran back to Cassadine.

The Zajaya tribe continued their journey after replenishing the water source, and the weaver tribe thought that they would camp by the river and rest for the night, and then set off along the river tomorrow, and the three of them naturally stayed.

Without the huge beasts, Kane suddenly felt a lot more empty around him.

It was night, the temperature began to drop, and the wind blew on the sweaty short clothes, and suddenly it felt a little cold.

"I'm still a little unaccustomed to not wearing skin armor." Kane looked at the campfire of the weaver tribe not far away, the light of the fire beating in his eyes.

As the long night was about to begin, Kane had a few words to Cassadine, and the latter led the two of them to talk to the weavers over the campfire.

Bake the fire to keep warm, otherwise this lonely cold night will be too difficult.

Cassadine was a good talker, and soon led the two of them to mingle with the enthusiastic weavers. The shepherd, the dyer, and the spinners also got to know a few.

And because of the specificity of the appearance, the topic is always biased towards Keisha and the two.

"Are you brother and sister? They are all purple eyes and purple hair, and their skin is so white, it's the first time I've seen it. ”

A young dyer asked.

After stumbling upon some actions of the two that transcended the friendship between brother and sister, these young girls couldn't hold back the burning gossip soul.

When the question was asked, Cassadine immediately fell silent, ready to see how the two of them answered.

In fact, he saw the relationship between the two in his eyes and knew it in his heart, but he didn't open his mouth to pierce it.

Because he knew that as soon as he opened his mouth, the relationship between the two would be put on the surface, and it would be even more unscrupulous.

The two have no guesses, depend on each other, and are in love, Cassadine really has no reason to break up the two, but he doesn't want to admit defeat in this silent war.

Kane wanted, and that had to wait until he had fulfilled his duties as a father. Otherwise, his daughter doesn't have a deep relationship with him enough, and she forgets him in a blink of an eye, what should she do as an old father?

Keisha still cared about Cassadine's attitude, seeing that he remained silent, she didn't speak anymore, and looked at Kane.

"Although we look alike, we are not related by blood." With a smile on his face, Kane took Keisha's hand: "We are childhood sweethearts who have a good relationship. ”

"Oh, I see!" The weavers nodded their heads and looked at each other, and they understood—the two of them were not in that relationship, but they were almost there.

Keisha was happy, her eyes filled with Kane's reflection.

She was recognized, had a new identity, and these people were blessing them with kind eyes.

"Actually, we were all like everyone else at first, but we were cursed to become like this later."

As soon as the conversation turned, Kane drew everyone's attention again.

Cassadine raised an eyebrow, but Kane continued to remain silent as if he had other plans.

"This curse has caused us untold suffering, and we heard that a prophet can help us to relieve this suffering, so we set out on a journey to find him."

"If anyone knows where the prophet is, please let us know."

Kane's fabricated experience aroused the sympathy of the weavers, and they began to discuss rumors about the Prophet.

Cassadine didn't understand at first why Kane was calling the enemy a healer, but he quickly figured it out.

- If it is said that they seek revenge against the prophets, then the weavers may have failed to tell them the truth in order not to cause trouble; And when it comes to seeking a doctor, the weavers will tell them the most detailed information out of good intentions.

Cassadine secretly appreciated that Kane, the kid, showed such emotional intelligence when he first came into contact with outsiders, and was much more mature than his silly daughter who kept smirking and making people anxious when she couldn't fit into the topic on the side.

Sure enough, after the weavers had communicated, their leader spoke: "We weavers are nomadic tribes, and the orders that say that the Prophet are generally active in the towns and have little to do with each other. ”

"These rumors are still what we heard when we were trading with people in the towns, and the people of the Order asked people to offer live sacrifices, so people sometimes came to us to buy sheep and livestock."

"The last time we heard of a prophet was in Kennesser in the north."

"But be careful, Babayan said that those cultists are dark in their hearts and are not good people."

Kane looked at the wise man Babayan whom the chief had spoken, the old grandmother of the tribe.

She was now sitting in the driver's seat of the caravan, looking up at the sky with a shepherd's scepter. Her face was full of wrinkles of wisdom, and her every move seemed to be full of philosophy.

"Thanks for the reminder, we'll take note. But even so, it can't stop us, and some things need to be witnessed to know the truth! ”

Doing a full set of plays, Kane's enthusiastic young man's speech moved the weavers.

These simple weavers are too easy to trust others, and of course it has something to do with the fact that Kane is so young and subconsciously thinks he can't lie.

Now that Kennesher was mentioned, the weavers also spoke of several other northern cities.

"The warriors of Shurima in the north and Noxus were originally one-sided, but the Noxians, who were holding their grounds, suddenly withdrew their troops when they had captured several port cities such as Berguen and could have attacked in a big way."

"General Jericho Svein staged a coup d'état, successfully overthrew and executed Emperor Brond Darkwell, and became the Grand Commander of Noxus."

As the sons of Shurima, these southern weavers, far from the battlefield, did not pour out much grief and anger when discussing the national humiliation.

It is true that this is indeed the case, and now Shurima is no longer glorious, and it has long been a plate of scattered sand.

Moreover, the Noxian diaspora was willing to live in peace with the defeated natives, promising food exchange and trade concessions, and the armies stationed in the settlements would provide military protection against native raiders.

The premise is that you join Noxus; Otherwise, it will be crushed mercilessly!

In this situation, many Shurima people voluntarily took refuge in Noxus and started business.

The occupied cities have become more prosperous.

"Finally, there is a truce, at least for a few years to recuperate."

Cassadine pounded the campfire with a stick, the light of which danced on his dry eyes.

As a guide, he still had some knowledge of the international situation, but these things had not happened before he entered Acacia.

The world is changing too fast, he lamented.

Bell Bell Bell Bell –

A hurried camel bell rang suddenly, and in a moment it spread throughout the camp.

The chief stood up, saw the noise raised by the caravan not far away, and shouted with a solemn expression: "It's Shakar, the old man and the child are hiding in the tent, and the young man takes up arms with me!" ”

The weavers were in an uproar, and the figures rushed to their tents to get their weapons.

Cassadine also stood up, he knew exactly what Shakar meant.

It's the Sand Pirates, a bandit group in the desert.