You're a warrior. "I can see it," said Taliyah, "so try to live." ”

Taliyah didn't know if the woman had heard, but maybe her words would help the woman's spirit return to her body. Either way, it's nice to have someone to talk to, even if someone doesn't respond unless you count the mutters she whispered about the emperor and death in a high fever.

Ever since saying goodbye to Yasuo in Ionia, Taliyah had tried to tell herself not to stay anywhere for too long unless she had to, and to keep going. However, her stay in Vikoala has gone beyond what was planned. The original plan was to buy fresh supplies and hit the road immediately, but she couldn't afford to leave the woman unconscious. The urge to find her family was like a needle prick insect bite in her heart, but Weaver Mother said that everyone is closely intertwined in the staggered overlap of the warp and weft of life. If one of the threads is allowed to wear out, it will eventually destroy the entire tapestry. So Taliyah stays in order to fulfill her promise to a woman, even though the urge to return home wrenches her soul all the time.

Taliyah brushed aside the black hair between the woman's hot brows and scrutinized her face, wondering how she had been so badly injured and half-buried in the dunes on the edge of the Dasai Desert. She was beautiful, but with a hard aura, and even the coma could not soften her completely. Her complexion was a light sun-dyed brown, typical of the Shurima natives, and when her eyelids occasionally fluttered and opened, Taliyah saw that her eyes were a translucent azure color.

She exhaled, "Well, I can't help you anymore but wait for you to wake up." ”

Taliyah heard a muffled bang from the west, followed by a sound she could not mishear: rocks rolling against each other. She walked to the window and looked around, and at first she thought it was an earthquake, but soon it felt like a landslide, but she had seen a lot of it. Given the condition of most of the buildings in Vikaura, it wouldn't have been surprising if it was the sound of a house collapsing. She secretly hoped that no one would get hurt.

"What happened to me where I am"

Taliyah heard the woman's voice and turned her head. She was trying to sit up, her eyes looking around, her hands still groping for something.

"You're in Vikoala." Taliyah said, "I met you outside, and you shed a lot of blood, and you are dying. ”

"Where's my knife?" the woman asked eagerly.

Taliyah gestured to the wall behind her, the strange weapon tucked away in a cooked leather sheath and pressed under a blanket of woolen yarn with interlaced patterns of flying birds.

"There it is. The blade is sharp, and I don't want to put it in a place where I can trip over it, because it will be difficult to hurt my foot. ”

"Who are you?" the doubt in the woman's tone was about to overflow.

"I'm Taliyah."

"Do I know you, does your tribe want my life?"

Taliyah frowned, "I don't think so. We are shepherds. Weavers and travelers. We don't want anyone's life. ”

"Then you're in the minority." She exhaled slowly, and Taliyah couldn't imagine how much pain her wound had. She sat up straight, but accidentally pulled her own stitches, and her face was distorted.

"Why would anyone want your life?" asked Taliyah.

"Because I killed a lot of people." She struggled to adjust her sitting: "Sometimes it's because I've taken the money. Sometimes it's because they're in my way. Recently though, it's because they're angry because I said I'm not going back. ”

"Where to go back"

The woman's blue eyes turned to Taliyah. And she seemed to see a pair of deep wells, in which pain throbbed and rolled.

"That's the city, the one that rises from the sand."

"So that's true," Taliyah asked, "Did you see that Gushurima was really reborn?"

"See it with your own eyes. A lot of people are rushing there. The tribes I see most are from the east and south, but people from other places won't wait long. ”

"People are rushing there"

"It's getting bigger and bigger."

"Then why don't you go back?"

"You have a lot of questions, it's tiring."

Taliyah shrugged, "The first step to understanding is to ask questions. ”

The woman smiled and nodded, "Well said." But be careful who you're asking. Some people prefer to use a knife instead of answering. ”

"What about you?"

"Sometimes I do too. But since you saved me, I can be more forgiving. ”

"Tell me one more thing."

"What"

"Your name."

"Sivir." The woman replied with pain.

This name is not unfamiliar to Taliyah. In fact, there are very few people who do not know about Shurima. And when she saw the cross-shaped weapon, she guessed that it was not far from ten. Before she could speak, another sound came from outside, replacing the rumbling of rolling stones. She had rarely heard such sounds in her hometown, but had encountered them many times in other places, including the shores of Ionia, the city of Noxus, and the ice fields of Freljord.

Taliyah glanced at the luggage in the corner, wondering how long it would take to escape Vikola. Sivir heard the voice too, and bent his legs to try to get up. But it was too reluctant, and she snorted in pain. Cold sweat soaked her eyebrows.

"You're not going anywhere." Taliyah said.

"Do you hear me?"

"Of course. It sounds a lot like people screaming. ”

Sivir nodded, "It's true.

The sky was pouring flames downward.

Comets with blue-white flames flew out from between Zelas's outstretched arms, drawing long arcs that resembled giant cobblestones thrown by trebuchets. The first shot landed in the market and exploded like a meteor falling to the ground, bursting with fierce flames. The corpses with fire were thrown into the air like charred firewood. The flaming hurricane was filled with the vicious laughter of Zelas, and the madness of the ages was torturing others as their most intoxicating pleasure.

Why didn't I see the evil thoughts in his heart before?

Nasus heard the constant screams coming from the city, and the anger he had felt at them dissipated like the morning mist of an oasis. Driven by pain, the beasts slammed through the walls, and lightly armored warriors poured in like a tide of rubble. They shouted a dozen different war cries and were impatient to start slaughtering the city.

Nasus carried his axe down the steps of the temple, knocking out four men with a single swing until he was back on the ground. Hundreds of people fleeing from the west side of the city crowded into the square, trembling one by one. Bloodthirsty shouts and the clashing of swords followed them all the way. Panicked people fled from building to building on the edge of the square, and when they had the opportunity, they entered the house, locked the doors and windows, and tried in vain to find their way. Having traveled to other cities ravaged by invasion and standing in the blood-stained streets, Nasus knew all too well how murderous the soldiers could become after such a terrible war. Zeroth will look at every man, every woman, every child in Vikola.

More fireballs slashed down like thunderbolts, and the air was filled with screams and the scorch of flesh. The masonry was transformed into a waterfall of lava by the impact of magical energy. The market is enveloped in a raging fire, and black plumes of smoke rise into the sky.

Nasus squeezed through the frightened crowd and followed the faint smell of the mighty blood as he walked resolutely to the east. The priesthood was a liar, his blood had been diluted and weakened for thousands of years, but he could now sense that this man was strong, and he could hear a mortal's heart beating like thunder in his chest. This man was the heir of the emperors and the queens of war, a group of men and women whose ambition and strength were as high as the sky. What flows in their bodies is heroic blood.