Chapter 383 Injured Sivir and Confused Vikaura
Boom! Boom!
Walking in the yellow sand and dust on the edge.
The earth-shattering beating of war drums and the sound of bugles came one after another, like angry thunder, suppressing the noisy city sounds.
To the rhythm of war drums and bugles, groups of carrying mounts emerged from the dust.
They are either strong camels or powerful war beasts, carrying heavy war supplies on their backs and moving forward silently in the desert.
These screaming war beasts were tied to yokes with thick ropes and driven by soldiers holding goads.
Looking from a distance, you can notice that the body of the war beast has calcified scales and protruding curved fangs. It is simply a natural siege ram that can effortlessly level the crumbling walls. Koala Walls.
Behind the war beast is the battle group organized by the tribe.
They held high colorful and various totems and marched towards the city like out-of-control beasts.
Lightly armored shortstops, mounted archers, and warriors armed with scale shields and heavy axes.
At least a thousand people were attacking Vikoula all over the mountains and plains.
Huo Jixing's eyes narrowed and he smelled the faint magical energy in the air in the distance.
“These tribal war groups are puppets!”
He once heard Taliyah talk about some of the customs and customs on the Shurima continent, and the tribes in the desert would not be so harmonious.
For resources to survive, tribes usually fight to the death when they meet.
Combined with the ancient magical energy filling the air, an idea emerged in his mind.
Someone is leading them.
And these tribal warriors have long been turned into war puppets.
“What should we do?”
Cassiopeia swung her snake tail and came to the back of Huo Jixing, her sharp eyes falling on the surging battle group.
"Kill them?"
The strength of these tribal war groups in front of them is not simple, and there are many extraordinary people in them.
With Cassiopeia’s strength, it would be difficult to deal with them.
But she believes that Huojixing can definitely destroy this group of Shurima people easily.
Boom!
The earth trembled and a storm swept across.
Facing the wild charge of the war beasts, the dilapidated city walls of Vicoula were like paper, unable to withstand the impact at all.
With just one encounter, the city wall collapsed and fell to the ground, kicking up waves of thick dust.
This sudden change caused immediate chaos in the trade area.
The busy market became a mess, with stalls overturned and goods scattered on the floor.
Countless people panicked, with fear and despair written on their faces, trying to escape from this place that was about to become a battlefield.
The lower city area near the city wall, as the first area to be hit, turned directly into a bloody purgatory.
The scaled war beasts ran rampant on the streets as if they were in an uninhabited land, biting the residents of Vicoula crazily.
The lightly armored warriors who followed closely followed, stepping on the rubble scattered after the collapse of the city wall, and poured into Vicoula like a tide.
The warriors came from different tribes, shouted war cries in more than a dozen different languages, waved their weapons impatiently, and began to massacre the residents of Wekaula.
Their goal is only one -
Open a road to the Sun Temple in the center of the city.
Anyone who stands in your way, be it a civilian, a soldier or a warrior trying to protect their homeland.
Under their bloody killing, they were as fragile as straw, leaving only a road of war paved with flesh and blood.
"No rush, let's wait and see what happens."
Huo Jixing looked back at the black moon-like sun disk, and Nasus jumped off the top of the temple with his battle ax and walked towards the battlefield.
Top of the Temple of the Sun.
Nasus looked down at the bloody killings taking place in the city of Vicoula with deep eyes.
The resentment against these people before disappeared in the blink of an eye like the morning mist in the oasis.
After all, he is the desert warden who protects the Shurima continent and the god warrior of the Shurima empire.
He jumped down from the top of the temple and walked towards the flat stone road, the long-sided battle ax in his hand glowing.
As he moved forward, the dormant Ascended Power within his body began to revive. His strong limbs were full of power, and a dark purple glow covered his gray skin.
“Your spirits are extremely empty.”
Nasus saw through the essence of these tribal warriors at a glance, their empty souls and repetitive mechanical killings.
Sonorous!
The long-handled battle ax fell, and the inlaid blue gem drank blood.
With just a simple blow, Nasus split the charging beast into two with curved fangs sticking out.
The scales as strong as steel were broken, and the internal organs were mixed with blood, covering the yellow sand ground.
He kept walking and swung his sharp battle ax sideways, killing the four tribal warriors who rushed towards him.
Their lives were like candles in the wind, unable to stop Nasus.
The escaping Vicorans ran over quickly when they saw Nasus rushing out of the Temple of the Sun and killing everyone.
The bloodthirsty shouts of death and the clash of swords followed them all the way.
But under Nasus’ battle ax, they disappeared one after another and turned into cold corpses.
These corpses piled up like mountains, forming bloody barriers to prevent pursuit.
After Nasus finished all this, he continued to swing his battle ax and kill towards the depths of the tribal battle group.
“Return to dust!”
The killings resumed. Nasus, wearing the armor of the Ascendant and holding a battle ax, forcibly cut out the bloody path of death.
The screams of the war beasts and the screams of the tribal warriors are intertwined, playing a symphony of death in praise.
The panicked people looked at the invincible Nasus and ran away from the buildings in the inner city. Whenever they had the opportunity, they would get into their houses, locking the doors and windows, in an attempt to achieve perfection.
They don't care about the life or death of others, they just want to protect themselves.
Suddenly!
Nasus, who was killing in the front, heard the thundering heart beating in the chest of a transcendent.
This man is a descendant of emperors and war queens.
They were a group of men and women whose ambition and strength were as high as the sky. The blood of heroes flowed in their bodies, and so did their descendants.
But people still chanted Nasus' name, begging for his help. How many lives are you going to leave behind?
Nasus' hesitation in leaving the citizens of Vekora to their fate stirred a familiar feeling of guilt deep in his soul.
“Hoo!”
Nasus let out a breath, swung his long-handled battle ax, and directly killed the war beast charging in front of him,
He stood firm in his ideas because there were more important things for him to do.
The blazing and glorious sun recast his body and mind so that he could serve Shurima forever, fight for its people, and resist all invading powerful enemies.
Nasus bathed in blood and charged into the Horde battle group again, slaughtering the swarming warriors and heavily armored warriors holding shields.
Then he threw away the following enemies, found a path, walked through the dilapidated streets filled with yellow sand, and approached the owner of the beating heart.
What Nasus is doing now is precisely for Shurima, for the last trace of the ancient royal blood.
There is almost nothing left of this abandoned house on the eastern edge of Vicora. There is a large skylight in the roof and there is ankle-deep sand on the ground, but there are still four walls.
Under the massacre by the tribal fighting group, many people who had escaped gathered in this simple abandoned house.
They had no way to resist the warriors, so they could only hide in the hope that someone could save them.
In the corner of the abandoned house, Taliyah held her package tightly on her back, with a skin bag containing water and goat's milk hanging around her waist.
There is also a small leather bag filled with stones collected from all over Valoran.
She could have left the chaotic Vikoula by herself, but at this moment, there was an injured woman lying in her arms.
The latter's body was wrapped in a bandage, with scabbed blood remaining around it.
Taliya couldn't help but shudder.
Although the wound was sutured by her own hands, she was not sure what specifically caused it.
At that time, at the edge of the oasis near Wekaula, she saw the seriously injured woman and personally helped her take off her armor and cleaned her body as much as possible.
Except for the nearly fatal wound, this woman's body was a map of scars.
This is the result of a lifetime of hard work, and almost all of it is in the front.
"You are a warrior, right?" Taliyah whispered.
"I can see it, so I must work hard to live."
The woman's body is trying hard to recover in her sleep. Only Weaver Mother will know what she suffered in the desert. How much suffering.
So Taliyah didn't know if the woman heard.
No matter what, it's nice to have someone to talk to, even if they don't respond.
Unless you count her murmurings about the emperor and death during the high fever.
Boom!
There were dull sounds coming from outside the abandoned house, which sounded like rocks rolling and rubbing against each other.
But Taliyah heard it, and the rebels started looking for people to kill again.
I don’t know when I will find this abandoned house, and then I will rush in and kill everyone.
"What happened?" Taliyah felt distressed.
“Why did those rebels rush into Vicoula for no reason and start killing people?”
She couldn’t help but think of what she had tried to tell herself when she said goodbye to Yasuo in Ionia.
Don't stay in any one place for too long unless you have to, keep moving.
However, her stay in Waikoura has gone beyond plan.
The original plan was to buy fresh supplies and hit the road immediately, but she really couldn't leave this woman unconscious.
The urge to find her family was like an insect bite in her heart, but Mother Weaver once said that everyone is closely intertwined in the interlacing warp and weft of life.
If one thread is left to fray, it will eventually destroy the entire tapestry.
So Taliyah stayed, in order to fulfill her promise to the woman in her arms, even though the urge to return home wrenched her soul all the time.
"Wake up soon, otherwise you will never be able to leave Vicoula."
Taliya smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, which was pungent and nauseating.
She stayed in the corner, brushing away the woman's hot black hair between her brows, looking at her face carefully, wondering why she was so seriously injured and still half buried in the sand dunes on the edge of the Dasai Desert. inside.
She is beautiful, but also has a hard edge, and even coma cannot completely soften her.
Her skin color is a light brown dyed by the sun, typical of Shurima natives.
And when her eyelids occasionally fluttered open and closed, Taliyah saw that her eyes were translucent sky blue.
What caught Taliyah's attention the most was the green gem-set ornament she wore on her forehead.
This is a magical rune item of very high quality, and it is what maintains the woman's life.
“Huh?”
Taliyah noticed that the woman seemed to be moving, and quickly looked down and saw a pair of blue eyes looking around, still groping for something in her hands.
“Where is my knife?” the woman asked eagerly.
Taliyah pointed to the dirt wall behind her. The strange weapon was put in a sheath of cooked leather and pressed under a woolen blanket with interlaced patterns of flying birds.
"There. The blade is very sharp. I don't want to put it where I can trip. It will be difficult to hurt my feet."
"Where are we?" Woman Take a breath of relief and hold the handle of the knife.
"In Vicoula, there is an unexpected commotion here."
"Who are you?" The woman's eyes turned to Taliyah.
And she seemed to see a pair of dark wells, with pain throbbing and rolling in them.
"I am Taliyah," Taliyah replied.
Hearing this, the woman's fingers rubbed the blade, feeling the cold feeling, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Thank you, Taliyah, I will pay you enough money to repay the kindness of saving me."
"Can you tell me, what is your name?"
Tar Li Ya noticed that the woman's hiding movement was somewhat similar to Yasuo's grip on the sword.
The woman raised her eyes to meet Taliyah's eyes and said solemnly.
"Sivir!"
(End of this chapter)