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

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

He clutched a long, cloth-wrapped cane with a wide tip wrapped in rags.

His legs were bent at an odd angle, and he didn't seem to be able to move easily.

The appearance of this strange man immediately attracted the attention of the guards at the gates.

"Get checked!"

The blades of the two halberds crossed their chests, and the strange man lifted his gaze from the ground beneath his feet.

He was stopped by two Noxian soldiers with razor-bladed halberds, clad in black iron armor, blood-red cloaks behind them like raging waves, and only a pair of eyes from their spiky helmets.

But to ordinary people, they are like two soldiers of black iron war beasts, but in front of this giant, they are as weak and short as children.

The halberd was longer than the height of a soldier, and the halberd only came to his chest, and his figure was as majestic as an iron tower, casting a huge shadow.

The weirdo looked down at them, his face hidden in the shadows cast by the elongated turban.

A hand stretched out from his sleeve, and he paddled his wrapped cane on the ground, making a dull echo through the street.

They saw his fingers wrapped around leper-like bandages.

There was no opening, but it brought an unparalleled sense of oppression to the two soldiers.

The two soldiers had never been apprehensive in their hearts, and they were almost selected as Trevary's soldiers, even if they faced an entire Trefali legion before, they had never felt such a strong sense of oppression.

They looked through the gap in their helmets to see the faces under the burqa, a golden glow flickering in the shadows.

"I see in your eyes the sunshine of Shurima, where you were born and who took up arms for Noxus."

The strange man shook his head, his accent was heavy and humming, like coming from a dry well that had been thousands of years old, and the ancient language of Shurima revealed the vicissitudes of time.

It's definitely not a human sound, but more like an ancient sculpture that comes to life.

What is this sacred? Fear oozed from the soldier's heart.

Although he was surprised that the other party could see through his 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 my generation was born, it was already occupied by Noxus. ”

A subtle grief flashed in the eccentric's eyes.

For thousands of years, the war in this land has never stopped.

The change of power, from the gods to the mortals, changed batch after batch of people on the throne, but none of them were the monarchs he recognized.

The dynasty he served no longer existed, and the empire became a colony of barbarians.

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

"Noxus is only a thousand years old, and when my brother led the gold-armored soldiers to conquer it, the capital of your Noxus was nothing more than an uncivilized wasteland."

He didn't mean to show off, he just felt sorry for the soldiers who couldn't see their roots clearly.

"What you said is a legend from ancient times, and now this place has been included in the jurisdiction of Noxus, and you must be inspected before you can enter the city!"

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

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

The strange man snorted coldly and turned to face the east where the sun cast.

The sunlight melted the shadows, and the two soldiers squinted at the protruding snout under his turban, and suddenly their eyes widened.

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

The shock made them lose their thinking, and the two heavy halberds were gently pushed away by him with his staff, and then slowly walked into the city gate, no longer hindered.

Nasus followed the crowd through the Bazaar of Light towards the central stacks, trying to ignore the eyes of the people.

His stature was already remarkable, and now the guards at the gates must have made his identity known.

Even as he passed the blackstone arch called Noxtola, he didn't stop to reveal that he wanted to smash it.

In his heart, Shurima Shurima was already dying.

He didn't think she would be able to rise again.

Unlike the walls and gates that had been rebuilt by Noxus, the sight of the inner city of Nashramme could still see the shadows left behind by the loss of its former glory.

To this day, he remembers vividly how his brother brutally stormed the city and slaughtered the enemy's defenses, bringing the ancient city under Shurima's rule.

But what happened after that haunted him.

Spearheaded by Renekton, the victorious Shurima soldiers slaughtered and deliberately set fires. 手机端 一秒記住『→m.\B\iq\u\g\\o\m』 provides you with wonderful \ novel reading.

A frenzied Renekton set fire to the Great Library of Nash Lamino, destroying countless volumes that were unique to the world.

His brutality in trampling and destroying a defeated civilization angered Nasus, and the brothers came closest to a bloody clash as they stood in the middle of the ancient city, sword rattling.

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

Standing in the midst of the fire that time, he never imagined that one day he would seal his brother into endless darkness with an invincible enemy.

This became a knot in his heart forever, and he was lost in the desert with a heavy sense of guilt.

The reconstruction of Nashramin was carried out under the supervision of Nasus, and even the skilled craftsmen of Acacia could not restore the ancient city to its original appearance.

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

It's just that no matter how solid the rock is, it can't resist the erosion of time.

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

Many of the buildings of Nashrama survived that fall, but these ancient structures of Shurima have also withered away over the centuries under the influence of the forces of the elements.

While some of the younger residents want to tear it down and rebuild it, the old people feel that this is an insult to their heritage and bloodline, and a defacement of their roots.

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.

The city's greatest boast is an ornate replica of a sun disc without magic.

The solar disc was built to commemorate the fall of Shurima and to pray that the sun would one day bless them again.

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