Chapter 192 Ramos' Story
Sometimes he is a loving hero.

When Noxian warbands invaded and attacked the Shuriman settlements in the north, the many scattered tribes united to defend the territory below the Ascended Temple.

But they were no match for the Noxian invaders in either size or skill, so the battle was fierce and they were on the verge of defeat, which is when Ramos joined the fray.

Both sides were very surprised to see such a mysterious creature appear. The soldiers completely stopped fighting and watched him rolling and shuttling among the crowd.

As Ramos passed by the temple, its foundations shook and large pieces of stone fell from the sky onto the enemy army, killing many of them.

Subsequently, the Noxian army was outnumbered and retreated in disgrace amid the cheers of the Shurimans.

Many swear that Rammus saved the town out of love for Shurima, others believe he was simply protecting his territory and his favorite cactus flowers, and at least one Shuriman claims that Rammus was simply sleepwalking and had no intention of destroying a temple.

Whatever the truth, Rammus' story is treasured by the Shurimans.

Any Shuriman child can rattle off dozens of theories about Rammus's origins, more than half of which they have improvised freely.

With the resurgence of the ancient kingdom of Shurima, more and more legends are told about the Armored Dragon Turtle, which are exactly the same as before its fall. Therefore, some people believe that his appearance foreshadows the coming of a darker era.

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

……

"Perhaps Ramos can truly be considered the god of the Shurima people!"

In the commentary booth, both commentators were a little emotional. After witnessing the complicated history of Shurima, the simple Ramos was what the Shurimans yearned for.

Completely different from the Protoss on the top of Mount Targon and the ascended god warriors.

Rammus may be the first creature to appear in Shurima, but he has left no trace in the entire history of Shurima.

The God-Warriors are the representatives of the Shurima Empire, while the Protoss control everything behind the scenes.

Even though they possess great power, they are not gods in the hearts of the Shurimans.

The gods fell into the dark race and killed people wantonly in the world. The Protoss hid among them, but did not reduce the suffering they brought to mortals.

Ramos is more like a totem in the hearts of Shurima people, a symbol.

Even if people have never seen Ramos, or have only heard stories about him from the elderly, everyone is willing to believe that his appearance often represents good luck.

This is people's blessing for a better life.

……

A long trail of dust appeared in the desert, which was the dust raised by the rolling wheels.

The camera on the big screen gradually approached the caravan, and it looked like there was a family riding in it.

The car was full of goods, and two children, a boy and a girl, were sitting in the space squeezed out among the goods.

Ojan's knife cut soft curves on a piece of ironwood. As an eight-year-old, he was not a skilled craftsman, and his block of wood only showed a round shape with spikes.

His sister, Jama, leaned over the top bunk and smiled. "What is this? A Rosa dung beetle?" she said. "No one would pay for this."

"This is not a dung beetle, this is a great and majestic god, wearing armor and is brave and invincible! And it's not for sale, it's for bringing good luck."

"We're merchants, man," she said. "Everything is for sale."

Their caravan clanked as it moved over the sand dunes.

The entire compartment from top to bottom was packed with spice jars, leaving just enough space for the family's beds.

"Something is coming from the south!" Ou Ran's mother shouted outside the carriage. Ou Ran heard her whipping the camel to speed up.

Jama leaned out of the window, holding in her hand her most precious possession, a gorgeous telescope.

"It's the Milos swarm! Let me prepare my bow and arrows," she said. "They must have been attracted by your Rosa beetles."

Ou Ran took her place and leaned out the window. It was pretty certain that hundreds of beetles the size of domestic dogs were swarming the dunes behind them.

Zhama returned with a bow and quiver of colorful arrows, and she fired an arrow, killing a beetle, but the swarm continued to rush toward them without any effect.

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

"About forty," said Jama, and she glanced at the quiver and frowned.

Their mother's voice came from the front. "We have to outrun them. Hang on!"

There were a few more whip sounds, and the caravan suddenly accelerated forward, and Ou Ran fell to the ground without paying attention.

Jiama fired another arrow at the insect swarm, piercing two of them at once. Although the two fell, more beetles immediately filled their original positions.

"Oil bottle! Left cupboard!" their mother yelled.

Oran rushed over, holding a bottle of lamp oil and a ball of rags. He soaked the rag with the lamp oil and wrapped it around an arrow. He lit the wrapped arrow and carefully handed it to Jiama, who fired the arrow at a group of beetles. They immediately burned up and made a hissing sound. Oran grinned.

They continued to bombard the swarm with burning arrows, and Ojan wrapped the arrows with oilcloth as quickly as possible. The smoke from the burning chitin began to dissipate. The caravan continued to speed up, and the distance between them increased. It seemed that they were safe.

Ou Ran's heart suddenly sank. The Milos beetle spread its shining wings and flew into the sky, forming a dark cloud.

There was a bang on the roof of the caravan, and Ou Ran subconsciously shrank his neck. More similar sounds came from the roof, and the wooden carriage creaked under the weight of the giant insects.

"Hold on!" his mother shouted from the front, then made an emergency left turn.

The beetle was thrown off the roof, but Ou Ran heard a sharp scraping sound and knew that more beetles had fallen on the car.

The giant beetle broke through the layers of beams in the roof and broke into the caravan. Jiama drew her dagger and stabbed it, but her dagger could not penetrate its hard shell. She pushed Oran behind her and waved the dagger in front of her, trying desperately to force it back.

More Milos beetles dropped from the ceiling, all with their jaws clenched and claws waving. Ojan hid under the bed and desperately kicked away the beetles' claws. He pulled the round wooden sculpture from his pocket.

"Please, Ramos. I pray to you."

He whispered. "Help us!
(End of this chapter)