Chapter 132 Nasus, the God of Death in the Desert! Blood of Ascension!

“Shurima is a dangerous place right now.”

The man's strange accent seemed to come from thousands of years ago.

……

In fact, after the audience followed Taliyah all the way to Shurima and saw the desert scenery, everyone could guess what its prototype was.

The country in the yellow sand and the glory of ancient times all remind people of the long-lost brilliant civilization of ancient Egypt, although there are no pyramids here.

But here is the sun disk.

And now looking at the big man who helped Taliyah up and had an accent as strange as his, his broad hand was wrapped in bandages, and he was holding a long cloth-wrapped cane tightly in his hand.

When thinking about a specialty of ancient Egypt, the audience felt a little horrified.

"Isn't this a mummy?"

In the commentary column, Jiang Wen took the microphone and expressed everyone's guesses.

"If Shurima is based on ancient Egypt, then this weirdo is definitely a key figure!"

"Could it be that he is a resurrected mummy?"

The ancient Egyptians made mummies in the hope that the dead could be resurrected from their preserved intact bodies, although this sounds incredible.

But when you think about the resurrection of the emperor of Shurima, the resurrection of the ancient mummy doesn't seem to be a big deal.

But this time Jiang Wen really guessed wrong. This big guy was not a mummy.

However, the years he has walked on this land may be longer than the mummy buried in the sand.

……

The next shot follows this strange man wrapped in a robe, his legs bent at a strange angle as he continues to walk forward. When the audience looks at his strange back in the picture, it does not feel like the back of a person, but like a jackal walking upright.

He watched the girl run away through the bazaar, then turned and headed toward the cracked walls of Vikaura. The massive battlements were barely as tall as he was, and the higher parts were made of sun-baked earth bricks. The people of Vikaura would have found them impressive, but in his eyes, they were just a crude imitation.

He strode through an archway, examining the rough-hewn quartzite above him. A roadside water vendor, who was using a copper contraption with a wheel to fill green glass bottles with muddy water, looked up as he passed.

"Want some water? Fresh, from the source of life—" The vendor saw the tower-like figure in front of him and his words got stuck in his throat.

He knew he shouldn't stop. The bloody words scrawled on the wall of the astronomy tower had directed him here, and the wizard would be attracted here. He sensed that the owner of an ascended bloodline had appeared in Vikora.

This bloodline has existed for a long time, long before the empire became ruins and its territory spanned the entire continent. It is the most precious and powerful bloodline of ancient Shurima.

So the top priority is to find that person before the enemy.

The Blood of Ascension can bring Azir back from the void to the present world, or it can destroy the reborn Shurima with evil intentions.

Yes, he shouldn't have stopped - but he stopped anyway.

"Your stall is set up among a group of long-gone ghosts," he said.

"Ghost?" Fear seeped into the vendor's voice.

"This arch bridge," he raised his cane and poked the stone bricks above his head. Pedestrians walked on the bridge, and dust fell from the cracks like a fine veil. "It was built by craftsmen exiled from the lost Ecathia. Each stone was cut and stacked with extreme precision, and not even a drop of mortar was needed during the construction." "This... I don't know."

"You mortals have long forgotten the past, and you call things that should be remembered just rumors." After countless centuries of bitter wandering in the depths of the desert, it gradually turned into violent anger. "Didn't I build the Great Library to prevent the decay of memory?"

"I beg your pardon, sir," said the peddler, leaning against the stone wall, "but you are telling me only the old myths."

"That was for you. When I first came, the city walls were newly built, two hundred feet of finely polished marble, gold threads inlaid in the new stones. My brother and I returned in triumph with ten thousand soldiers in golden armor and sharp spears in hand. We walked through this archway as the city's residents cheered us on."

He couldn't help but snorted, and then continued: "A year later, everything was gone. That was the end of everything. Or maybe it was the beginning of everything. I have been tired of the world for a long time and can no longer tell the difference."

The vendor looked pale, squinting his eyes to see through the shadow under his turban. Suddenly his eyes widened.

“You are the lost son of the desert! You are... Nasus.”

"It's me." He turned and walked away, entering the city gate. "But there is someone who is even more lost than me."

……

“Nasus!” “Lost Son of the Desert!”

As everyone expected, the identity of the weirdo was revealed, but there was a bigger secret hidden in it.

"He is indeed a remnant of the ancient Shurima Empire!"

There was so much information contained in Nasus' words that the audience stared at the screen without blinking.

It seems that this man has a different status even in the Shurima Empire. He built a large library, hoping to pass on the glorious history of Shurima to future generations. However, things did not go as planned, and now all Shurimans believe that the past history is just a story made up by the old man.

Time turns history into legend, and legend into myth.

And Nasus has lived on to the present day with these myths.

Nasus had wandered the desert for hundreds and thousands of years since the fall of the Shurima Empire, and now he had come to this city, smelling blood.

If you are not mistaken, this is the bloodline of the Shurima royal family.

"It seems that Azir is the resurrected Shurima emperor."

The two commentators frowned, trying to infer more information from it.

"Is it because of the royal bloodline that he was resurrected?"

"Being able to be resurrected, this Emperor Azir must be no ordinary man."

"Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to raise an entire city from the desert ruins by himself."

As Nasus spoke, a mysterious country gradually unveiled its veil before the audience.

This country once ruled the entire continent and created a glorious civilization. Its powerful army expanded its territory, and Nasus and his brothers were among them.

However, it eventually fell, until now.

However, from Nasus' words, everyone realized that he was not the only "mummy" who had survived from the ancient Shurima Empire to the present!
He is not the only one looking for the royal bloodline of Shurima. If that wizard succeeds, Shurima will probably be brought to greater destruction!
(End of this chapter)