There is no doubt that this is Nasus the "Wolf God", because Renekton is hairless and Azir is small.

Nasus clutched a long shrouded cane, the broad tip also wrapped in rags, and he used it in a strange way, as if he was not walking with a cane, but running with a cane, like carrying an axe.

After entering the city, he did not stop for the slightest, and went straight to the temple, it seemed that the place outside the desert had been described as very magical, and he must have heard some important news to be in such a hurry.

The temple was nothing like what Nasus remembered, and he couldn't believe that something like a child's toy was what people called "glorious ancient ruins", and that something must have gone wrong.

The Temple of the Sun was once the envy of the entire Valoran continent, and the kings from afar came from far away just to see it; Now it is a sandstone earthen hut hammered out with a chisel, and even the sun disc on the top of the temple is just a smoother polished stone, tied with hemp rope and hung from the pillars on either side.

Stone? Nasus felt a wave of anger and clenched his fists and couldn't let go.

It's just an insult!

He noticed that at the gate of the temple, there were people dressed as clergy leaning against pillars, looking lazy.

Nasus couldn't take it anymore, and he approached the temple and unbuttoned his robes.

Seeing him coming, two guards raised their spears and blocked him. Then, he threw off his robe and stood up straight, the guards stunned.

Nasus wandered the mortal world for a long time, always with shame and regret, trying to hide his whereabouts. He silently paid for his sins during a long and bleak period of self-exile.

But now, the days of incognito are over, and Nasus, who towers in front of the guards, is the deity of divine power and magic.

When the heroes were still walking in the mortal world, he already existed as an ascendant, his body sublimated and recreated by the magic of the solar disk, and the withered and dying flesh became a jackal-headed demigod with an obsidian body; He wore the gold armor on his chest and shoulders, and a votive sash with the coat of arms of Shurima.

He reached out again and tore off the strip of cloth wrapped around the "cane", revealing a long-handled battle axe, which shimmered with cold light.

"Get out of the way."

The guards were unmoved, as if they had never heard of Nasus's name. They were also dressed up under cloth robes, and the expressions on their faces could not be seen at all.

Nasus stopped talking nonsense, and the axe handle shook from side to side twice, and the guards, one on the left and one on the right, all flew twenty meters away.

As a result, more guards rushed out of the temple, standing between him and the clergy.

The cleric hid behind the guards and shouted, "You are Nasus?" ”

Mo Tie knew that this guy was still a roadside water vendor half a month ago, and he had only been a priest for a few days, so he was afraid that he hadn't fully entered the play, and there was a trace of fear in his voice.

"If you ask, it means that I have been gone for too long. Yes, I am Nasus, and who are you? ”

As if remembering something, the peddler finally showed a little cleverness, tried to recall his new identity, and said as if he were reciting lines: "I am Azrashir Seram, a descendant of the Eagle King, the first precursor of Vikola, the Man of Light, the Lightwalker, the Firekeeper, the Briller of the Dawn......"

"Descendants of the Eagle King?" Nasus interrupted him, "You say you're the blood of Emperor Azir?" ”

"That's right, I'm a descendant of Emperor Azir." With that, the peddler seemed to get into the play faster, and with a hint of disguised confidence on his face, he said, "Come on, tell you what I want?" ”

Nasus nodded, then drew his axe and held his hands across his chest.

"Your blood." He said.

But before he could take down the fake priesthood, an unusually terrifying roar sounded outside the city, as if an entire army had rushed towards him.

Ignoring nothing else, Nasus turned and rushed to the city gates.

Mo Tie, who was about to go to find the "Wolf God", was also stunned, he saw an incredible picture from the lens of the reconnaissance plane, so he turned around and ran out of the city with Yanzi.

The desert tribesmen near the city gate had already stood on tiptoe and saw the scene of a lifetime.

Countless figures marched towards the city in a neat march.

The terrible thing is that none of them are real people, all of them are identical soldiers made of yellow sand.

The entire military structure of the Shurima Empire has been completely reproduced, from the vanguard wolf-headed soldiers to the heavily armored bear-headed soldiers, and even the chariots and battering rams made of yellow sand.

From a cursory glance, there are at least a million Yellow Sand soldiers, and ordinary people can't see their heads anyway.

Among the soldiers, there was an unusually large sandcart on which sat a living man, or rather, a living god.

All ascendants are gods.

Nasus could feel the power of the sea in the body of the ascendant on the other side, huge and boundless.

Could this be Azir? He guessed.

Because the image of Zelas he had seen thousands of years ago, it was a ball of pure blue energy, and the one in front of him looked like a humanoid eagle.

The Huangsha army marched to a stop three hundred meters outside the city.

The eagle stood up from his chariot, raised a strangely shaped spear in his hand, and whispered, "Shurima, your emperor has returned!" ”

His voice spread through the yellow sand throughout the desert, and everyone in the desert heard the words coming from under their feet.

A vicissitudes of life and domineering declaration.

However, the next moment, with a wave of Azir's spear, all the yellow sand soldiers in the front row took off their bows and arrows behind their backs, and prepared to shoot at Vikola.

Mo Tie didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately threw a portal and captured Yasuo who was evading the pursuit of the Ionian soldiers through the sensing device in the Edman alloy sword in Yasuo's hand.

"It's too late to explain, look!" Mo Tie pointed at the Yellow Sand Legion and said anxiously to Yasuo.

Yasuo, who had been drinking in the tavern, was recognized and called the guards to come over, and as soon as he grabbed the flask, he slashed forward and slashed through the dense crowd to escape. Suddenly, a dark hole appeared in the air in front of him, and before he could react, a hand reached out and pulled him in.

When he passed through the flickering portal, he saw Mo Tie with a anxious look on his face, "It's too late to explain", and hurriedly looked in the direction he was pointing.

I saw that the line of troops dozens of miles long was pulling the bow like a full moon, and he was about to let go when he was aiming in this direction.

"Face the wind!"

A three-thousand-foot wall of wind rose from the ground to the clouds of Shurima, cutting off the entire Yellow Sand Legion and the town of Vikola.