Chapter 138: It is difficult to see a gem without polishing

As the camera pans to the west of Wikaura, the sky is pouring down flames.

A comet with blue-white flames flew out from the outstretched arms of the ancient witch spirit, drawing a long arc, like a huge boulder thrown by a catapult.

The first one landed in the market place, exploding like a meteor, bursting into fierce flames. The flaming bodies were thrown into the air like charred firewood. The burning hurricane was filled with the vicious laughter of Xerath, who was intoxicated by the ancient madness of torturing others.

"Why didn't I see the evil thoughts in his heart before?"

Nasus heard the screams coming from the city, and his previous anger towards these people dissipated in an instant like the morning mist in an oasis.

Driven by pain, the war beasts smashed the city wall with all their might, and lightly armored warriors poured in like a tide, stepping on the gravel. They shouted a dozen different war cries, eager to start slaughtering the city.

Nasus descended the temple steps, axe in hand, and felled four men with a single blow until he returned to the surface.

Hundreds of people who had fled from the west side of the city crowded into the square, each of them trembling. The bloodthirsty shouts and the clash of swords followed them all the way. Panic-stricken people ran between the buildings on the edge of the square, and when they got a chance, they went into the house, closed the doors and locked the windows, hoping to be safe.

Nasus had been to other cities ravaged by invasion, stood in the blood-stained streets, and he knew how bloodthirsty soldiers would become after such a brutal war. Xerath would watch as every man, every woman, and every child of Vekaura was beheaded.

More fireballs struck like lightning, and the air was filled with cries and the stench of burning flesh. Bricks and stones turned into waterfalls of molten lava under the impact of the magic energy. The market was engulfed in flames, and black smoke columns rose straight into the sky.

Nasus pushed his way through the terrified crowd, following the faint scent of powerful blood, and walked determinedly towards the east.

The priest was a liar, his blood had been diluted and weakened over thousands of years, but what about this person that he was sensing now?
This man was strong enough to hear the thundering heart of a mortal being. This man was the heir of emperors and war queens—men and women whose ambitions and strength were as high as the sky.

The blood of heroes flows in their bodies.

People called out his name and begged for help, but he ignored them, for there was a greater calling that he needed to follow.

The sun rewrote his body and mind so that he could serve Shurima forever, fight for its people, and resist all powerful enemies.

That was exactly what he was doing now, but leaving the inhabitants of Vikaura to their own devices brought back a familiar feeling of guilt deep in his soul.

"How many more lives are you going to leave behind?"

Nasus shook off such thoughts and chose a path through the dilapidated streets covered with yellow sand.

Most of the buildings have completely become part of the desert, and most of the rest are left with only damaged foundations and sharpened broken column capitals.

He was getting closer and closer to the thundering heart, and the scavengers in the desert fled away as soon as they saw him. The ruins of the city were gradually becoming thinner under the erosion of the yellow sand.

Finally he came to the door of a ramshackle building.

The camera followed Nasus' steps and came to the place where Taliyah and Sivir were hiding. It was only then that the audience could see the appearance of the building where they were hiding.

It looks like this was once a bathhouse, and the walls are thicker and harder than those of other houses.

Nasus hunched over as he entered, and immediately smelled two different scents of blood and sweat, one young, the other so ancient in spirit, as if it were an old friend who had once walked shoulder to shoulder with him under the same sun.

……

"Sure enough, they are here to look for Sivir!"

Nasus's actions undoubtedly proved everyone's previous conjecture that Sivir was the Sun Bloodline that Nasus and Xerath were looking for. This also caused concern in the hearts of all the audience.

Everyone has seen Nasus's bravery and strength before, and dozens of warriors were unable to do anything to him.

What was even more terrifying was the ancient witch spirit who also followed the ascended bloodline! From Nasus's perspective, everyone saw Xerath's terrifying spell. The entire city was crumbling under his magic that fell from the sky, and his magic power seemed endless. He alone could destroy the entire city.

But Sivir was now seriously injured and even standing up seemed difficult for her. The only consolation was that Taliyah was still by Sivir's side and it was her promise to protect her.

When Nasus entered the abandoned building, he happened to see Taliyah poking her head out of the corridor. She was wearing a loose coat, and judging by the style, she should be from a country beyond the eastern sea.

This girl, he had met in the market earlier.

He sensed her fear, but also her determination.

Her hands moved in arcs across her chest, as if she were weaving some natural magic. The ground began to tremble, and the stones danced under her feet, poking their heads out from under the sand.

Behind her, Nasus saw a woman struggling to stand, holding onto the peeling wall. Her shirt was soaked with blood. It was a horrible wound, but not fatal.

“I am Nasus, lord of the deserts,” Nasus said, but from the look in Sivir’s eyes, she already knew who he was.

However, Taliyah opened her mouth in surprise, but she still did not move.

“Move aside,” said Nasus.

"No, you can't touch her. I promised."

Nasus swung his axe around, slinging it on his back, and took a step forward.

The girl retreated into the ruins, and ripples began to appear on the ground at her feet.

Stones rose from the ground like pieces of plaster falling from the walls, and terrible cracks appeared in the walls, climbing rapidly up to what was left of the roof.

When he was still a mortal, he had seen similar abilities before, and that time he nearly lost his life.

The injured woman stared at the girl in shock, obviously she too had no idea of ​​her companion's power.

“Your power can break the solid stone of Shurima,” said Nasus.

Taliyah raised an eyebrow. “Right. So you better stand back, or I can break more than just stone.”

Nasus was amused by her bravado. “You have the heart of a hero, girl. But you are not the one I seek. Your magic is powerful, so if I were you, I would run as far away as possible before Xerath blows this place up.”

Her face paled a little. “I’m not going anywhere. I promised to protect Sivir, and the Weaver Mother hates to break her promise.”

"If you want to protect her, then you have to understand that I have no intention of harming her."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I'll save her."

(End of this chapter)