Some say that he only favors those who are qualified to make pilgrims, showing up when they need his help the most, and those who are fortunate enough to see his deity have all experienced important life turns. This dragon turtle once rescued a kingdom heir from a fire, who later renounced his identity and became a shepherd. An elderly mason had a deep and brief conversation with Ramos, and was inspired to build a sprawling market that eventually became the bustling center of the ancient city of Nasheram.

Some devout believers believe that Ramos can guide the soul on the path to enlightenment, and they perform elaborate rituals in the hope of receiving the favor of the deity. This group of disciples of the Ramos sect holds an annual ceremony to express their strong faith. They will mimic Ramos's famous rolling run, rolling through the city in droves. Every year, thousands of Shurima trek to the most remote and treacherous corners of the desert in search of Ramos. Many theories hold that for those who qualify, Ramos will answer a question, provided that he is found first. Pilgrims knew Ramos' fondness for desert specialties and brought with them many kinds of offerings, all of which were said to have the effect of blessing. They fill their mules with bottles of sweet goat's milk, crates of beeswax ant nests, cans of fresh beehives. Many disappeared into the desert and never returned, a few returned with stories of encounters with demigods, and many more said they woke up to find all the food supplies in their bags suddenly and mysteriously missing.

Whether he was truly an oracle, an ascender, or a mighty beast, Ramos' endurance was a well-known miracle. He had broken into the impregnable fortress of Ceylon, a terrifying fortress designed by a mad wizard. The fortress is said to harbor unspeakable magical fears, terrifying mutated monsters, flaming corridors of rage, and a choke point guarded by shadow demons. Less than an hour after Ramos entered, the massive fortress crumbled into a cloud of dust, and Ramos was seen rolling away. No one knew why Ramos had entered the dark door, or what secrets he had learned inside the fortress. In the year of the Great Flood, it took him less than two days to cross Lake Imali, dig a hole miles deep, destroy a massive anthill, kill the queen ant, and eliminate the pest on a nearby farm.

There were times when he was a loving hero. When the Noxian Warbands invaded the northern settlement of Shurima, many scattered tribes banded together to defend the territory at the foot of the Temple of the Ascension. But neither in size nor in skill, they were not enough to match the Noxian invaders, so the battle was fierce and they were about to be defeated, at which point Ramos joined the fight. Both sides were amazed to see such a mysterious creature appear, and the soldiers stopped fighting altogether altogether and watched him roll through the crowd. As Ramos passed by the temple, its foundations were shaken, and large stones fell from the sky and smashed into the enemy army, killing many enemy soldiers. The Noxian army was then outnumbered and retreated to the cheers of the Shurima people. Many people swear that Ramos saved the town out of love for Shurima, while others believe that he was merely guarding his own territory, his favorite cactus flower. And at least one Shurima claimed that Ramos was merely sleepwalking and did not want to destroy a temple at all.

Whatever the truth, Ramos' story is considered a gem by the Shurima people. Any Shurima child can cite a number of theories about Ramos' origins, more than half of which they improvised freely. With the resurgence of the ancient kingdom of Shurima, there are more and more legends about the armored dragon turtle, just as it was before its fall, and it is believed that his appearance is a harbinger of even darker times.

But how could such a loving, optimistic soul herald an age of destruction?

Ou Ran's knife cut a soft arc on a piece of ironwood. As an eight-year-old, he was not a skilled craftsman, and his wooden blocks were only able to reveal a round, spiked shape.

His sister, Gama, bent down from the top bunk and smiled weirdly.

"What is this? Rosa husk?" she said. "Nobody wants to spend money on this. ”

"This is not a shell, this is a great and majestic god, clothed in armor and invincible! And it is not sold, it is for good luck. ”

"We're businessmen, brother," she said. "Everything can be sold. ”

Their caravan clanged over the sand dunes. The carriage was filled with spice jars from top to bottom, leaving just barely enough room for the family's beds.

"Something is catching up from the south!" Ou Ran's mother shouted outside the carriage. Ou Ran heard the sound of her whipping, urging the camel to speed up.

Jama leaned out of the window, holding her most precious belongings, a magnificent telescope.

"It's the Milos swarm! I'll prepare my bow and arrows," she said. "They must have been attracted by your Rosa Shell. ”

Ou Ran took her place and leaned out the window. To be sure, hundreds of beetles the size of domestic dogs are swarming across the sand dunes behind them.

Jama returned with a bow and a quiver, and the feathers of the arrows were colorful. She shot an arrow and killed a beetle, but the swarm still charged at them without any effect.

"How many arrows do we have?" asked Ou Ran.

"About forty," said Jiama, glancing at the quiver and frowning.

Their mother's voice could be heard in front of them. "We have to run through them. Hold on!"

With a few more whiplashes, the caravan suddenly accelerated forward, and Ou Ran fell to the floor without paying attention.

Jama shot another arrow at the swarm, piercing through both of them at once. Although two fell, more beetles immediately filled their places.

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"Tank on the left!" their mother shouted.

Ou Ran ran over, holding a bottle of lamp oil and a ball of rags. He soaked the cloth with lamp oil and wrapped it around an arrowhead. He lit the wrapped arrow and carefully handed it to Gama, who fired the rocket at a mass of beetles. They immediately burst into flames and hissed. Ou Ran grinned.

They continued to bombard the swarm with incendiary arrows, and Oran wrapped the arrows in tarpaulin as quickly as he could. Smoke from the burning of chitin begins to drift away. The caravan kept accelerating, the distance between them widened, and it seemed safe.

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