Chapter 193: The Mummy Amumu
Watching the family suddenly falling into danger on the big screen, the audience was also very worried.

There are so many dangers in the Shurima Desert, so people all hope to be protected by the gods, but neither the Protoss nor the Darkin can do this.

“Will Ramos come?”

Everyone was wondering.

……

More and more beetles fell on the roof, and the caravan rocked and jolted like a boat in a stormy sea. Then the whole world turned sideways and the caravan was completely overturned and slid helplessly in the sand.

Ou Ran covered his face with his hands; the falling objects and dust obscured his vision.

He was thrown against the wall, his ears ringing and his head throbbing. Soon after everything stopped, he felt a hand grab his arm and his mother pulled him out of the debris. The strong sunlight made him unable to open his eyes.

The family huddled together in the wreckage of the caravan, coughing in the dust. The Milos beetles closed in, and one lunged forward, and Ojan's mother stabbed it in the weak spot between its jaws.

Then she stabbed another beetle that tried to bite her daughter, spilling its foul-smelling yellow liquid onto the sand. A third beetle jumped from the roof of the caravan behind them.

Jiama screamed as her foot was clamped by the beetle's claws.

They were all in danger, but at this moment, the swarm of insects suddenly stagnated and stopped attacking.

They lay close to the ground with their tentacles curled up.

In the silence, Ou Ran heard the sound of a whirlwind in the distance.

He looked toward the western horizon, where a cloud of dust was rushing toward them. The family brandished their weapons, ready to face this new threat.

A round figure in armor emerged from the dust and crushed the beetle closest to them into pieces with terrifying power.

The figure continued to roll, dashing left and right, crushing the insect swarm. Although the beetles attacked the figure with their claws, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. After a while, no Milos beetle survived.

When the dust settled, Ou Ran looked at the round figure in front of him, and he caught a glimpse of spiked armor sticking out.

"Could it be...?" said Jiama.

"Ramos!" Ou Ran shouted.

He climbed down the dune to meet his hero.

Ramos's carapace was covered with intricate patterns and spiral scales, and his claws were as sharp as knives. He chewed slowly on a hairy beetle thigh, juice oozing from his mouth.

Ou Ran and Jia Ma looked at him in surprise.

Their mother approached the Armored Dragon Turtle, lowered her head and bowed deeply.

“You saved us,” she said. “We are grateful.”

Several minutes passed as Ramos continued to eat the beetle thigh as the family watched.

He rolled over to the remains of the caravan, rummaged through the rubble, and picked up the wooden carving of an armored dragon turtle that Ojan had made. It wasn't perfect, but it was recognizable enough.

"That's you." Ou Ran said. "Please accept it."

Ramos half-knelt down and bit the wood carving hard, breaking it in two. He turned around and walked a few steps, then threw the two pieces of wood into the sand. Zhama suddenly laughed.

"Yeah," Ramos said, tearing off a thigh from another beetle's corpse and dragging it slowly away.

The family stared at him as he disappeared over the horizon.

Ou Ran ran in the direction where Ramos disappeared, picked up the fragments of the wood carving, put them in his pocket, and then bowed to the distance.

“For good luck,” he said.

……

Anything that exists in this world for a long time will leave their legends.

But not every one of them can represent good luck.

There is a reason why Rammus has become a totem in the eyes of the Shurima people. It seems that it cannot communicate with humans. After all, they are not the same creatures.

But people are willing to worship it, just as Ojan carefully carved a wooden sculpture for Ramos, even though Ramos bit the sculpture in half.

In short, it is full of legendary stories, and the confusing legends make it widely circulated among people.

And in the history of Shurima, there is another character who is as mysterious as Ramos.

There are also many legendary stories about him, but these stories are completely different from Ramos's, and are filled with loneliness and sadness.

Children will enjoy the stories of Rammus more, as they love this armored dragon turtle, and these stories are treasured by the Shurimans.

The story of Amumu, the dead mummy, is more terrifying, and adults often tell children stories about him late at night.

In ancient Shurima, there was a lonely and melancholy soul, Amumu.

He wandered the world just to find a friend.

He suffered an ancient witchcraft curse and was destined to endure eternal loneliness, because being touched by him meant death, and being loved by him meant being ravaged.

Everyone who claims to have seen Amumu says he is a living corpse, short in stature, with his entire body wrapped in blue-gray bandages.

People have made up many myths, folk tales, and epic legends around Amumu, which have been passed down from generation to generation for so long that no one can tell which are truths and which are fantasies.

The craftsmen of Shurima are very united in their opinions on certain certain things. For example, the morning wind always blows to the west, eating too much on the night of the new moon is a bad omen, and the greatest treasure is always buried under the heaviest rock.

However, what they could never agree on was the story of Amumu.

In the most commonly heard story, Amumu was a member of the founding royal family of Shurima, but this family was infected with a disease that caused their flesh and blood to rot and wither at a terrifying rate.

As the youngest child in the family, Amumu was isolated in his own palace, with only a maid listening to his crying through the wall, so he became friends with the maid. She would tell him about the big and small things in the palace, and how her grandmother had mysterious powers, bringing some comfort to the lonely prince.

One morning, the maid brought the sad news that Amumu's last brother had died, which meant that he had become the Emperor of Shurima. The maid knew that Amumu had to bear this bad news alone, and she was overwhelmed with sorrow. She unlocked the door of the palace and rushed in to comfort him in person. Amumu embraced her passionately, but as they touched each other, he stepped back in surprise, realizing that he had brought the family's misfortune to her.

After the maid's death, her grandmother cast a twisted withering curse upon the young emperor.

In her eyes, Amumu's actions amounted to murder, and her curse came true, trapping Amumu forever in that moment of pain and suffering, like a grasshopper encased in honey amber.

(End of this chapter)