These words can definitely be regarded as true feelings, and there is no half-truth.

If it weren't for the fact that Nasus knew very well that Zelas was a clever fraudster, I am afraid that he would also have some unnecessary sympathy at this moment, it is not easy for people to live in this world, and if they can live, who wants to die?

Don't look at him being called the Desert Grim Reaper by the Shurima people, if he can, he doesn't want to die, isn't it fragrant to read slowly in the corner?

It's a pity. Lester didn't eat this, stepped forward and stepped on Zelas's head, ignoring the burning of arcane energy, and said lightly:

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things, Zeroth, I know you still want to be free, but I tell you, no one is free now, including me, everyone is a living slave, I can't give you the freedom you want,

For you, I only have one request, if you want to live, you must be my dog, you can do whatever I ask you to do, I don't like people to bargain with me. ”

Zelas didn't speak, just silently leaned over the ground and rubbed his 'head' against Lester's magic boots in submission.

Seeing this, Lester took a half-step back and motioned for Zelas to straighten his upper body.

"Very well, now show your 'heart', you should know what I'm talking about."

"Misha, Syndra, I'll leave it to you next."

The two women nodded, and came to Zelas's side, ready to cast various curses and seals.

Zelas knew he didn't have any choice, he had been through too many times to make it a sword, but this time was the only one that made him unforgettable.

Actively dissipating the arcane defenses that protected the core of the vortex, the chains and rune stones on Zelas's body fell off one after another, finally revealing a dark blue energy core that looked like a small tornado in the position of his abdomen.

"Come on, whatever you have to do to me......"

Elemental Seal, Rune Seal, Energy Strip, Corruption Curse, Astral Shackles......

Thirteen forbidden spells were inflicted on Zelas, and the core of Zeroth's vortex gradually fell silent, and under the adaptive transformation of the astral shackles, it turned into a palm-sized spiral arcane crystal, which was grasped by Misha and presented to Lester.

Lester took the core of Zelas's vortex, took a cursory look at it, and put it away.

He had a mature set of ideas on how to use Zelas.

After getting rid of Zelas, Sindra interrupted the Forbidden Demon Realm and joined the battlefield against Renekton with Misha.

The two girls were not as merciful as Nasus, and under the strong blow, Renekton was soon dying of being bound by magical chains, and fell to the ground with a thud, his consciousness falling into a darkness.

Glancing at Nasus, who stretched out his hand and stopped talking, Lester smiled.

"It's not like you don't know how rough your brother is and how thick his skin is, he can't die."

Nasus breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his brother, and silently followed Lester out of the main burial chamber with the others.

Outside the seal of the main burial chamber, Shamira was squatting on the ground bored, staring intently, and her face couldn't help but be overjoyed when she saw the seal lifted, while Sivir was sitting on the ground against the wall with her bloodstained belly covered in cold sweat, her face was pale, sweating profusely, and her breathing was heavy.

Sivir's abdomen was stuck with a special willow-leaf dagger that was not too sharp but absolutely sharp, and perfectly controlled the amount of bleeding.

Obviously, Shamira strictly followed Lester's orders and stabbed her good sister, and Sivir was strong enough to clench her teeth and endure the pain silently.

Glancing at the bloodstains on the ground, Lester estimated that Sivir would definitely not die in three or four hours, and if Azir could not appear for such a long time, the plan to resurrect Azir as an agent of the Shurima Continent would be half bankrupt.

However, this is not a problem, and when the time comes, it will be enough to let Ishtar take Azir's duties.

Touching Samira's head encouragingly, Lester looked at the crowd.

"Let's just wait here, push it back a bit, and leave enough room for Sivir."

"I, am I going to die?"

Sivir raised his head with difficulty, gritted his teeth and asked in a trembling voice.

"No, if your ancestors don't come to save you, I'll be able to heal you in ten seconds."

"That's, that'll do."

After that, Sivir stopped talking, and the girl held Calikar in one hand and propped the other hand on the ground, turning her attention from the pain to the suffering of the past, and she remembered the bits and pieces of the past, and the physical pain seemed to lessen a little.

More than two hours passed in a slightly silent wait, as if sensing something, and the meditating crowd opened their eyes at the same time to look at Sivir, whose breathing had calmed down, and only Samira scratched her head a little inexplicably.

"Rustle...... Rustle rustle ......"

A strange dust and sand from nowhere appeared around Sivir, and the dust and sand circled around Sivir several times as if it were alive, and then began to gather, condensing into a human form about 140 centimeters in size under the gaze of everyone.

Feeling the fluctuations of the aura emanating from the dusty humanoid, Nasus looked at Lester in awe,

If he had doubts about Lester's 'born to know' before this, he was now completely convinced that Lester had the legendary power of prophecy, or that Lester himself was a prophet who foresaw the future.

Sivir, who had already walked half his life, naturally noticed the strange humanoid dust, and it was definitely a lie to say that he was not afraid at all, but it was not necessarily how scared he was, after all, he was surrounded by companions, and the man was still staring at him with encouraging eyes.

Finally, as if something was determined, the humanoid dust and sand became more condensed, and directly stretched out his right hand to pull out the dagger in Xavier's abdomen, and expanded the wound intimately by the way.

There was a pop of blood, and the slightly blocked blood flowed more cheerfully, but Sivir's face was as white as gold paper, and he opened his mouth but had no strength to speak, and the girl could only keep roaring in her heart.

[It's going to die, it's really going to die, right? How can there be such a rescue? What ancestors? I think it's almost the enemy, right? 】

Naturally, he couldn't hear Sivir's chattering anger, and the humanoid dust sand carried Sivir again, and the abdominal wound was facing the rough right shoulder of the humanoid dust sand,

The humanoid dust and sand began to walk out of the tomb, and in the bumps, the slightly sharp sand rubbed against Sivir's wound like an abrasive cloth, and the flesh became blurred and sticky, and the blood flowed all the way, and if Warwick saw it, he would be happy to do a space dance on the spot.

After tossing back and forth, the miserable Sivir fainted directly before he could greet his ancestors with the faith of the Sun Sect, and from the perspective of everyone, Sivir seemed to be really not far from death.

"Well, little Sivir won't have any problems, right?"

"Nothing could go wrong, should it?"

In the face of Sindra's concerns, Lester's confidence seems to be slightly lacking.

"Well, teacher, I think we'd better keep up."

Camille's words brought everyone back to their senses, and the dog staggered far behind the limping humanoid dust.

Leaving the familiar and unfamiliar cage, the humanoid dust and sand staggering towards the depths of the desert had no energy to pay attention to other things, and the little willpower left was crumbling under the weight, and the reason why it did not dissipate immediately was only because the Sun Temple above the emperor's tomb still had a wisp of unwilling Ascendant's breath.

Relying on instinct to embark on some kind of journey with a mission again, the humanoid dust and sand whose consciousness is in chaos seem to remember more things and realize the fact that he was born as a human being.

Many fragmented images of memories flashed in sight, no longer blood, flames, flares, and shuddering hugs.

He remembered that he had been the most unfavored and unqualified child of the throne, but he had ascended to the throne at the mercy of fate, and had become the first generation of male lords to subdue the group of Sun Sacrifices and Ascenders, and under his rule, hundreds of peoples in thousands of miles of territory spoke the same language, that is, Shurima.

He also remembered a slave child he met in the Imperial Library when he was a child, and this unworthy slave who left the crime of killing his head behind him and took the initiative to talk to him.

Unlike the contempt of his older brothers and sisters, it was the first time he felt the warmth and happiness from his peers when he was alone, and under the guidance of fate, the two of them put aside the arrogance of the royal family and the lowliness of the slaves, and became close friends of the invisible light, they shared common ideals and hobbies, and he also personally named the slave boy,

His name...... What is it......

Why...... I think of my best friend...... It would be so heart-wrenching......

Before the restless anger began to pound at his shattered sanity, the humanoid dust sand forcibly returned his attention to the girl who was struggling with him, which was what he cared about most.

He didn't know why he noticed the scarred child from the first moment he 'woke up', but he had a feeling that he couldn't afford to watch this child die in front of him.

An oasis surrounded by desert appeared in his mind, and the spring of this oasis was affected by the power of the mighty shore, and had the ability to bring back from the dead.

He had forgotten the original name of the oasis, but he was surprised that he knew how to get to where he wanted to be.

The road became more difficult, and the farther away from the Temple of the Emperor's Tomb became, the weaker the power of the humanoid dust and sand, and the sand that made up the body fell like burnt ashes, getting smaller and smaller, and the steps became more difficult.

Just when the humanoid dust sand thought that he could not go any further, a basin of rocks appeared under the dunes, and he recognized that this barren basin had been an oasis that had supported millions of people in the past, and that it was only because it had dried up.

One step, two steps, three steps......

As if gaining some special strength, he continued to walk with the girl's humanoid dust and sand, limping towards the dry oasis.

A shocking scene appeared in front of the eyes of everyone in Leicester,

As the humanoid dust figure got closer and closer to the dry oasis of dawn, a stream of clear and vibrant magical water suddenly erupted from near the stones of the oasis.

The spring water soon becomes a sky-high fountain with the approach of the human-shaped dust and sand, hundreds of sword-like water columns pierce the yellow sand and rise from the ground, the spring water falls into a continuous stream, gathers into a lake, reflects a beautiful rainbow under the sun, and forms a superb scenery that can never be seen in the desert area.

The humanoid dust and sand kept walking, leading Sivir into the curtain of water,

Standing on the edge of the lake, the humanoid dust sand staggered to the side because the magic spring water could no longer maintain its body, and before it fell to the ground, the humanoid dust sand still threw Sivir, who had only the last breath left on his shoulder, into the newly formed oasis lake,

With a 'plop', Sivir shook his face like a turnip, and calmly raised his body in the lake.

"Big brother, Sivir won't die, will he?"

Unable to calm down any longer, Shamira looked at Lester with some panic, the knife on Sivir's body was stabbed by him, even if Sivir's real cause of death was because of that strange thing tossing back and forth, it had nothing to do with her, the initiator.

"No, Sivir will not die, he will become stronger."

With a reassuring reassurance, Lester looked straight at Nasus, who was sitting on Renekton as a stool.

"Lord Nasus, can you tell us about this magical desert oasis?"

Judging from the hyena's underdeveloped face, Nasus at this moment is enough to be extremely entangled.

"This place is called the Oasis of Dawn, the magic spring water here has a healing effect, these springs not only contain rich vitality, but also quite enough elemental initial liquid, followed by soaking, it is best to drink directly, not only to restore injuries, but also to replenish the lack of mana, if soaked many times, it can also enhance the physique and magic talent......

It is a treasure trove of great importance to the Empire of Gustorima, guarded by the Ascended Legion, and only members of the royal family are entitled to the magical springs of the Oasis of Dawn. ”

Misha asked with some curiosity.

"Lord Nasus, can you take the liberty of asking how the members of the royal family use the spring water? Will they be open to those who need it? ”

Taking a deep breath, Nasus slowly exhaled, making a helpless expression with the hyena's lian.

"No, in fact, even the Celestial Warriors of the Ascended Regiment only have the power to drink in bottles, which is probably the kind of effect for the Shurima royal family......"

Everyone followed Nasus's fingers, and who was Sivir, who was not wearing clothes and was floating down in the middle of the oasis lake?

"It's used as a bathhouse, isn't it?" Misha sneered: "It's really good to let the noble Ascendant Warrior drink the ass wash water after using it, and let others be grateful to Dade." ”

Nasus: ......

Shamira shrugged.

"So, the strength of the Shurima Empire, what does it matter to the Shurima people?"

(End of chapter)