This man's name is Yasuo. The captain of the guard said word for word: "He was accused of murdering a village chief." Sin deserves death, and it can be punished when you see it. ”

One of the guards rests a crossbow on his forearm. The other, with a longbow as tall as her, also mounted a feathered arrow

"Kill me," Yasuo said. "Just give it a try."

"Wait." Taliyah shouted. But before she could speak, she only heard a sound and a sharp vibration of her longbow. In just a heartbeat, a strong wind blew around the teacher in an instant, and the dishes on the table fell one after another. The arrows that took off halfway through the wind swept off and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

More guards burst in, swordfish wielding. Taliyah summoned a sharp stone shard from the ground and blasted through the ground towards the doorway, keeping them out.

Yasuo weaved back and forth through the crowd, the reflection of the metal in his hand like a bolt of lightning spitting letters. The guards brandished their weapons wildly, trying in vain to parry the windy blades. It was too late, and Yasuo's knife flickered in the crowd, leaving only a scarlet waterfall of blood and a gust of wind. All the guards fell to the ground, and Yasuo gathered his momentum and stood still. He gasped and looked at Taliyah, ready to say something.

Taliyah hurriedly stretched out her hand to warn. Behind him, the captain of the guard stood up, his eyes glowing and a cruel smile on his lips. He gripped the blood-stained hilt of his sword in both hands.

"Stay away from him," Taliyah shouted, and the cobblestone ground suddenly heaved, lifting the captain of the guard into the air.

Before he could land, Yasuo launched. The cold blade met the captain's chest, and in the blink of an eye, it slashed out three times. The body fell to the floor and never moved again.

There were more shouts outside. "We've got to go. Right away. Yasuo looked at the girl. You can do it, don't hesitate. ”

Taliyah nodded. The ground began to agitate, shaking the walls until the thatched roof began to shake as well. She struggled to control the growing power in the depths of the earth, and a picture crossed her mind. Her mother was sewing a piece of coarse cloth and was humming a song. Even stitches flowed out of her hands in fine lines, and her fingers blurred in rapid movements.

The rocks beneath the inn swelled into huge arch rings. The stones were crowded together next to each other, forming a wave. Taliyah felt the ground rise beneath her feet, and the rolling stone carried her into the night. The wind was raging behind her, and Yasuo followed her

Yasuo looked back at the inn in the distance. A chain of stone bars blocked the road, and the guards were stopped at the end. Although this bought the two of them some time, it was soon dawning. When the time comes, there will only be more men coming after them to hunt him down.

"They know you," Taliyah whispered. "Yasuo." She said his name earnestly.

"We've got to keep going."

"They want you dead."

Yasuo exhaled. "A lot of people want me dead. And now they don't want you to live. If you want to add sin, there is no excuse. ”

"I know."

Yasuo never told her her real name, but it doesn't matter now. She never asked about his past experiences. She didn't actually ask anything superfluous other than what he had taught her. She looked at her teacher quietly, and her trust seemed to make him a little painful. Perhaps even more so than she decided he was a sinner. He turned his head and walked away.

"Where are you going, Shurima is on the west side." She asked, confused.

Yasuo turned his back to her and didn't look back. "I'm not going to Shurima. Actually, yours isn't there either. The time has not yet come. His voice was cold and cautious, as if he was gathering momentum for the coming storm.

"You heard the merchants. The lost city has been revived. ”

"It's just a legend to scare the peddlers' pawns. In this way, Shurima's linen can be sold for a good price. ”

"The Emperor of the Desert has returned. You don't understand what that means. He will regain all that he has lost, including the people who once served him, and the tribes," Taliyah couldn't control her tone, her voice tense in the night. She had come all this way to protect them. And when her relatives needed her, she was as far away as they were. She reached out and stopped a palm's throw from his arm. Wish he could hear, he could see.

"He's going to enslave my family." Her voice echoed through the hollow pores of the rock. "I have to protect them. Don't you understand?"

A gust of wind rose and ruffled the gravel on the ground and Yasuo's black hair.

"Protection." His voice seemed to be whispering. "Won't your Weaver Mother take care of them," he said, almost gritting his teeth. The man, her esteemed teacher, turned his head to face his only student, his dark pupils glinting with anger. She was frightened by his momentum. "Your course isn't over yet. And you have to gamble your life to return to them. ”

She looked at him unrelentingly.

"My life belongs to them."

The wind howled around them, but Taliyah remained motionless. Yasuo let out a long sigh and looked to the east again. A ray of dawn appeared at the end of the inky blue night. The agitated air currents finally calmed down.

"Come with me." She proposed.

His resolute jaw relaxed. "I've heard that mead in the desert is beautiful." He said. A breeze swept the girl's cheeks. But just a short moment later, he fell into the pain of memories again. "But I'm not done with Ionia yet."

Taliyah looked at him steadily, then pulled a thin strand of silk from her clothes. She handed him the hand-spun wool. He had a suspicious look on his face.

"It's our way of saying thank you." Taliyah said quietly. "Give others what you have, never forget."

The man took it cautiously and tied it in his braid. He carefully weighed his language.

"Follow this road to the next valley, and you can follow the river to the sea." He said, pointing to a faint path. "You'll meet a fisherwoman there and tell her you want to go to Freljord. Then give her this. ”

He untied a leather pouch from his waist, pulled out a dried maple seed, and pressed it into her palm.

In the northern tundra, there is a group of people who rebel against Noxus. Maybe they'll help you find your way home. ”

"What is Freljord," she smacked at the awkward word.

"There's a lot of ice, and there's rock." He winked at her.

It was her turn to laugh.

"You'll soar between the mountains. Use your power, whether to create or to destroy, embrace it, without reservation. Your wings will make you unstoppable and even take you back to your homeland. ”

Pray that your tribe will be safe. Maybe she was overly worried, what would they think if they saw her now, would they still recognize her, Babayan once said that no matter what color it is dyed, no matter what pattern it is spun into, a bundle of wool is a bundle of wool and will never change. Taliyah remembered these words, and her heart couldn't help but settle down.

"I believe that you will weave the right balance. Have a safe journey, little sparrow. ”

Taliyah looked at her teacher again, but he had disappeared at the end of the road. Only a few rustling blades of grass swayed in the early morning breeze, proving that he had been here.

"I'm sure the Weaver Mother has already made arrangements for you." She said.

Taliyah carefully slipped the maple seed into the pocket of her coat and began to make her way towards the river valley. The gravel along the way jumped up to greet her.