Chapter 198 Quesanti, My Name is Power
The image of shadow whistle Akshan seems to be a knight who punishes evil and promotes good, and deals with bad guys.

And thanks to the role of "Merciful One", he also has a unique ability. After killing the bad guys, he can also bring back those who were killed by them.

This also adds a layer of legendary color to Akshan's story.

However, it is undeniable that Akshan does not have much connection with Shurima.

He was indeed born in Shurima, but Akshan had never encountered either the Darkin or the Protoss. Perhaps Azir's return could have an impact on him, but this is not mentioned in the story.

If we have to link him to Shurima, it can only be the organization of the Sentinels of Light.

In Curse of the Ruin, this organization will play the role of savior, and the Shadow Isles will therefore be connected to Runeterra.

In the Shurima area, there is another hero. Although he also comes from Shurima, he is also not involved in the main storyline of Shurima. As for the Shadow Isles?
Then it has even less to do with him.

He is Quesanti, the Glory of N'Zumon, and his hometown is more like a paradise in Shurima.

But in some ways, Quesanti’s story is more suitable for Shurima than Akshan’s.

Just like those people who escaped from war and hid in the Peach Blossom Spring, Quesanti's hometown may represent those Shurimans who are far away from the gods, the stars, the darkites, the emperor, the witches and other extraordinary existences.

They are the real mortals.

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Quesanti grew up surrounded by the history of his homeland.

The story of Nazumang was conveyed to the audience in front of the screen as Quesanti grew up.

At dinner, his father would tell of the legends of his ancestors, who used their courage and strength to resist the tyranny of the Ascended, and his mother would tell of how Nazumang's ancestors traveled across the vast southern reaches of Shurima, hunting many terrible monsters and finally discovering a precious land.

Roaring waterfalls, indigo cliffs, and flowers and plants everywhere, the most rare scenery in the desert can be seen everywhere here.

The Republic of Nazumang took root in this land far away from the clutches of the Ascendants.

In their hearts, this is their homeland, not the demon-ridden Shurima.

Every word of these stories was integrated into Quesanti's heart, making him determined to become the greatest hunter and warrior of Nazumang, a hero who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the great men in the legends, and a leader who could lead his people to continuous progress.

For more than 20 years, Quesanti has been trained by many martial arts masters.

However, his parents taught him to respect Nazumang's enemies - the brutal predators and warlords who coveted the land.

They told Quesanti that if a free republic wanted to preserve itself, it would not be enough to rely solely on brute force.

During his training, Quesanti studied with the scholars of Nazumang, learning how to use those terrible monsters to create advanced weapons and devices.

These technologies have allowed their homeland to survive five centuries.

When he was young, he formed deep friendships with many people while participating in hunting, but the one he was closest to was a young man from the City of Marrow Seal, Tupe.

Quesanti is keen on close combat, while Tupe is better at ranged combat.

Together, they had fought off packs of rock bears, bandits from Shakar, and even raids from the Xer'Sai. As their cooperation grew more skilled, so did their bond. One starlit night, Quesanti approached Tupe and said he believed that if they joined forces, there was no enemy they could not defeat. Tupe felt the same way.

Under the bright starlight, everything is full of hope.

But things are unpredictable.

Two Ascended Beings, Emperor Azir and the Sorcerer Xerath, launched a continent-wide war for rule over Shurima.

They each deployed terrible monsters in their respective armies.

Fortunately, they did not notice Nazumang. To Quesanti and Tupe, they were indeed brave warriors, but they were still mortals.

Even if they wanted to defeat everything, at least these two creatures, which were more powerful than the legendary Ascendants, were currently invincible to them—even if it was just a monster in their army.

Nazumang's scouts soon reported such a creature: a predator as big as a mountain, like a combination of a lion and a python.

Right now, this monster is roaming around and threatening the nearby grasslands.

The lords of the city-state recruited warriors who could hunt the beast, and Quesanti and Tupe stepped forward.

On their first attempt, they saw that the monster blocked all their attacks with a force never seen before by humans. They found that the monster was covered with a layer of armor from head to toe, which would regenerate itself after being damaged. The two were unable to even scratch the monster's skin, and were forced to withdraw from the python lion's territory and return empty-handed.

They tried many more times after that.

Quesanti was deeply frustrated. To be a hero in Nazumang, he had to kill the monster. Nothing else mattered. He trained day and night, thinking that Tupe would understand him.

Meanwhile, Tupe was studying the python lion beast. He explained his strategy to Quesanti, who just kept pounding the training dummy and nodding absentmindedly. Tupe asked him softly, are they really strong enough?

Their greatest success so far was obtaining a piece of python lion armor hide during an encounter.

Tupei thinks this is a remarkable progress, and if there are more helpers, they will definitely go further next time.

However, Quesanti was furious. He had long regarded this monster as his own mission, and any failure to kill it would be a failure.

The heroes he had admired since he was a child had never been defeated on the battlefield.

So Quesanti cannot fail, and it is even more impossible for him to accept any help - this battle has now become a means for him to prove himself.

He had tried Tupe's idea before, but it didn't work. And now, Tupe still thinks they are incapable?
Quesanti refused to acknowledge this, and he couldn't help wondering if Tupe was holding him back, before saying that Tupe's strategy was completely in vain.

Although he was hurt by the words, Tupe insisted that there was no benefit from such pointless training - Quesanti's once admirable self-confidence had now turned into a stubborn mentality that was only for self-satisfaction.

The gap between the two grew wider, and the fight with the python lion beast slowly turned into an internal fight between the two.

They became less and less vocal until they no longer spoke to each other.

Until finally, the only thing they could agree on was to go their separate ways.

(End of this chapter)