"We can reach the astrological tower before dawn. But we have to climb up first. The boy said.

The astrological tower is already very close. Nasus climbed the cliff with alternating hands, this climb fit perfectly with his memory, and every feeling of grasping it with his hands made him feel relieved, such a tempting death. Beside him, the boy climbed up as well, and his dexterity could take advantage of every depression in the rock wall.

What would happen to this innocent child if I let go of death?

The cliffs are half-shrouded in mist, each wisp winding through the narrow crevices like a small mountain road. The boy jumped to the top of the hill first, followed by Nasus.

In the distance, there was the sound of metal crashing against rocks, and the sound of people talking in the fog, their accents familiar. Nasus was shaken out of his fantasy.

The well of the astrological tower occasionally attracts nomads, but no nomad has ever been present here so close to the vernal equinox. The boy did not dare to move, his fear palpable.

"Why didn't there be a fire?" the boy asked.

The neighing of horses pierced the silence of the night.

"Who's there?" the boy asked. His voice swept into the darkness.

Suddenly, a lantern lit up and illuminated a group of people. They are mercenaries, they are robbers.

The canine-headed man's eyes suddenly widened.

He saw seven people on the other side. The scimitars were unsheathed, but their eyes revealed the sophistication and cunning of martial arts.

Where's the guardian?" asked Nasus.

"He fell asleep with his wife. The cool evening made them sleep early," replied one on horseback.

"Old dog, my name is Malouf," said another man on horseback. "We were sent by the Emperor. ”

Nasus took a step forward, revealing a rage he couldn't contain.

"Is he looking for a sense of identity? Let me tell him. There were no emperors in this decadent age. Nasus said.

The boy also took a step forward in a challenging way. The men in black took a step back away from the lantern, long shadows obscuring their defensive stance.

"Go back when you're done," said the boy.

Marov dismounted and walked forward. He slipped a calloused hand into his shirt pocket and pulled out a dark amulet tied to a black necklace. The geometry of the amulet evoked images of magic and destruction in Nasus's mind.

"Emperor Zelas sent an invitation. We will be your servants. You are welcome to his new capital, Nerema."

The mercenary's words struck Nasus like a hammer of broken glass.

The boy immediately fell down on his knees and picked up a large stone.

Die!" cried the boy.

"Take it!" said Malouf.

The boy threw the stone into the air with all his might, drawing an aggressive arc that was about to smash the mercenary's bones.

"Renekton, don't!" shouted Nasus.

The robbers abandoned their disguises. At this time, Nasus realized that the guardian and his wife were dead. Zelas's greetings will only be conveyed through cold steel. Truth begins to erode illusions.

Nasus reached for the boy. But the boy had already slipped into the shadows of his memories and dissolved into the starlit flats.

"Goodbye, brother," Nasus whispered.

The messengers of Zelas scattered in all directions, their horses sniffling nervously. The Ascendant is flanked on three sides. Marlouf didn't hesitate, he drew his knife and stabbed Nasus sideways. The Ancient Curator's body was torn apart by the pain. The man on horseback tried to pull his weapon back, but he didn't move. A hand clamped the blade, burying it deep in the flesh of the Ascendant, continuing to inflict excruciating pain.

"You should let me continue to be alone with the ghosts," Nasus said.

Nasus tore Malouf's sword out of his hand, breaking several fingers and tearing several ligaments.

The demigod pounced on his attackers. Malouf's body was shattered under the weight of the canine-headed man.

Nasus lunged on the next rider and pulled him off the saddle, two swings gutting out of his guts and breaking his breath. The mangled body was thrown into the yellow sand with severe pain. His horses fled into the desert in panic.

"He's crazy!" said the man on horseback. ”

"It's not crazy anymore," Nasus said, approaching the mercenary leader.

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A strange aroma suddenly wafted through the air. The Flower of Death swirled in a lavender-colored trail behind him. Malouf was twisted and deformed on the ground, the severed fingers of his right hand withered and withered, and his skin crumpled like wet parchment. His ribcage cavity cavity caved inward, like rotting fruit, and at last only one spine was faintly visible.

Irresistible terror took over the rest of the mercenaries. They struggled to pacify their crotch mounts and fled. Malouf's body was abandoned in the yellow sand.

Nasus turned to the east, facing Nerima.

"Tell your 'Emperor' that his reincarnation is coming to an end. ”

Many people adore it, a few scoff at it, but all know nothing about it. The strange and interesting creature Ramos is a mystery. His whole body is covered in spikes and hard shells, and speculation abounds about his origins, some say he is a demigod, some say he is an oracle, some say he is just an ordinary beast that has been completely mutated by the influence of magic. Whatever the truth, Ramos remains silent and does not stop for anyone, forever roaming the desert.

Some believe that Ramos is an ascended being, an ancient god who walks on earth, who appeared in the face of Shurima's crisis and became a guardian in heavy armor. Some superstitious people swear that he is the messenger of the vicissitudes of life. Whenever the earth is pushed to the brink of a great change, he will appear as expected. Others speculate that he was the last individual of an endangered species, and that his kind was once found to be the ends of the earth, until the runaway magic of several rune wars destroyed the original desert.

With so many rumors of his great powers, magic, and mysteries, many Shurima people involuntarily seek out his wisdom. Prophets, priests, madmen, and the like all claim to be able to find Ramos' abode, but the dragon tortoise turns out to be very elusive. That being said, there is much evidence that he existed long before any extant memory, and his image appears in the mottled mosaics on the walls of the ancient Shurima ruins. In the early days of the Ascension Ceremony, many large stone monuments were left behind, and there were also shapes similar to him in the ornamental patterns. Some believe that he is an immortal demigod. But there are also skeptics who believe that the simplest explanation makes the most sense: Ramos is just one of the many dragon tortoises in the world.

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