Chapter 443: The Return of the Dark One Hundred-Split Hellhound Nayafili
Nasus looked around the living room, his gloomy eyes sweeping across Huo Jixing, Kasili and Katarina like a blade.
"Confirm the authenticity of the news?"
In the ancient Shurima Empire, Nasus was not only the warrior king of the empire, but also a prestigious bachelor in the empire.
His knowledge and experience have made him highly respected among the Ascended Legion.
At the end of the Icathian War, the Void suddenly descended and swept across the battlefield, causing irreparable damage to the Shurima Empire.
Nasus therefore conducted in-depth research into the power of the Void and the Ascended Ones affected by it, and learned about the horror of the Void.
"Of course it can be confirmed." Huo Jixing replied with a smile, his tone full of confidence and determination.
This is something he has personally experienced, how could it be faked.
Even to this day, the void prophet Malzahar and the void escape beast Rek'Sai still left a deep impression on him.
Moreover, based on the area controlled by Azir, Vicoula is not far from the Kohalise Desert and is also very close to the rock village.
For those familiar with the desert, it is not difficult to verify the authenticity of the message.
Because all the movement in the desert coexists with the sun and wind and sand, there is no secret at all.
Nasus nodded slightly and thought to himself.
He knew in his heart that once the power of the void invaded this land again, the shadow of war would inevitably envelope Shurima.
The Shurima people have experienced the fear and threat brought by the void countless times, and those unforgettable memories still make the strongest warriors feel scared.
Even the Ascended Legion, those heavenly warriors who are almost regarded as gods, have to temporarily avoid the edge in the face of the endless void.
After pondering for a while, Nasus said solemnly: "The negotiations continue, but I need some time."
Huo Jixing said there was no problem.
He understood what Nasus was going to do.
When it comes to the void, Nasus must ask Azir for instructions, and even the negotiations must be postponed.
Afterwards, Nasus took Sivir out of the living room, walked through the busy corridor, and returned to the hotel where he lived.
After returning to the hotel.
Nasus did not pause at all, and immediately started preparing for the contact ceremony with Azir in the room.
This is the yellow sand secret technique originating from the ancient Shurima Empire.
It can span thousands of distances and transmit information to people far away.
After a while.
Nasus carved a complex yellow sand circle in the center of the room.
He put his hands together, sat cross-legged on the ground, and muttered something.
A low spell sounded, and golden gravel quietly appeared in the sky above the magic circle, spinning slowly.
As the speed became faster and faster, a small sandstorm eventually formed.
Buzz!
In the sandstorm, a brilliant golden light suddenly lit up, illuminating the room.
Then Azir's figure gradually appeared in the core of the storm.
Although it is just a phantom, Azir's majestic aura still makes people dare not look directly at him.
"Nasus, what do you want?"
Azir's voice was like the echo of an ancient god, resounding across the sandstorm and throughout the room.
Nasus stood up immediately and saluted Azir respectfully.
Immediately afterwards, he reported to Azir in detail what Huo Jixing had told him about Void.
At the same time, he also talked about his observations and analysis, without missing any detail.
Azir, who was surrounded by the light and shadow of the yellow sand, listened to Nasus' report, nodding or frowning in thought from time to time.
When Nasus finished speaking, Azir was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke.
"Your worries are indeed justified."
"We must deal with the void matter carefully."
Azir is the last generation of the Shuriman Empire. The Emperor is very familiar with the Icathia rebellion.
This rebellion not only shook the empire to its foundations, but also marked the beginning of the end of a once glorious era.
“As for the negotiations.”
Azir’s eyes ignored the mottled light and shadow in front of him, fixed on Sivir standing at the door, and said in a deep voice.
"End it as soon as possible!"
Sivir's existence, for Azir, is a symbol of hope and the possibility of the continuation of the empire.
But the threat of the void is even greater, and he must consider all aspects.
Nasus bowed in respect to Azir until the sandstorm cleared and he straightened up.
“Sivir, time waits for no one.”
Nasus sighed softly, with a sense of urgency in his voice.
Now, time is their most precious resource, and they must have enough strength to resist before the void comes.
Under the threat of the void, in just one day, the three parties reached an agreement after a short and intense debate and compromise.
Huo Jixing, Catalina, Nasus and others did not personally participate in the specific matters of this negotiation.
They are more controlling behind the scenes, examining the details of this game with a detached attitude.
When the negotiation came to an end, Huo Jixing and others sent their subordinates to conduct a final review of the specific matters of the negotiation.
These subordinates are all elites in their respective camps. Their eyes are as sharp as knives and their thoughts are as delicate as silk.
When reviewing documents, every word is scrutinized to ensure there are no loopholes that could be exploited by the other party.
As for this negotiation, it’s not just Huo Jixing and Catalina’s intention.
Huo Jixing had long ago written down what he saw and heard in the land of Icacia in an intelligence message and sent it to the capital.
This intelligence records in detail his observations and discoveries in Shurima.
Includes local political situations, economic conditions, and potential void threats and opportunities.
It is of great significance to the Noxus Empire and provides a valuable reference for the empire's decision-making.
In the end, it was the bottom line of the negotiations given by Swain and the Trefari Council, aiming to protect the interests of the Noxus Empire.
The results of the negotiations are good for the Noxus Empire.
Not only did he retain most of the ownership of the Northland ports, he was also able to conduct extraordinary system exchanges with the forces under Azir and Xerath.
This means that the Noxus Empire still maintains control of the Northland ports and cooperates and communicates with other forces to obtain more resources and knowledge.
What they paid was the right to use the waterway in the port and some trade rights.
This was specifically requested by Azir and Zerath, hoping to broaden their horizons and understand the changes in the new era through ocean channels.
Only through learning and adapting can we remain invincible in the new era.
The subsequent transaction content of some salt iron ores is included in the economic and trade treaty.
This treaty stipulates in detail the key terms of the transaction such as quantity, price, delivery time, etc., ensuring the fairness and justice of the transaction.
The economic and trade treaty also presupposes possible disputes and provides both parties with ways and methods to resolve disputes.
It can be said that this treaty is beneficial to all three parties and can effectively convert resources.
Uzeris.
This ancient city is bustling with people at the city gate.
At this moment, the main door is wide open, like a portal to the prosperous world, attracting the attention of countless people.
Many caravans stopped at the city gate. They came from all directions, bringing rare goods and exotic customs.
The sound of the caravan’s camel bells and the neighing of the horses are intertwined, heralding a bright future.
Huo Jixing was at the main entrance, bidding farewell to Nasus and others.
Nasus no longer hides his identity. The Jackal's face shows that he is the desert god of death, the ascendant recorded in ancient myths.
His appearance attracted the attention of the nearby Shuriman people, who looked at him in awe.
"Under the crown of Huo Ji, the marriage we talked about before is still valid."
Nasus was not paying attention to the eyes of these Shuriman people. He turned around and faced Huo Ji. Star's eyes said.
“I hope to get a reply from His Majesty Swain and Trifali Council.”
Huo Jixing felt the cold eyes from Catalina behind him and smiled helplessly. Nasus didn't answer.
Wait until Nasus' group leaves.
Time apprentice Cassili walked over and his deep eyes fell on Huo Jixing.
"If Mr. Huo Jixing has time, you are welcome to go to the old place."
"My mentor, His Majesty Ji Lan, will be waiting for you there."
Huo Jixing's eyes flickered when he heard this. He was very clear about the old place Kasili mentioned.
To be honest, he was very curious about how the time guardian Kieran, the old man who controlled time, could walk in the past and future.
After Kasili bowed, he led Xerath's negotiating delegation into the endless desert in the distance.
In the long dark night of Shurima.
No sound is as chilling as the howl of a dune hyena.
If someone hears their harsh barking in the dry and hot wind, they will always keep one hand on the hilt of the sword while letting the accompanying horses recharge their batteries.
Because the wild dogs wandering in the desert are always hungry, and as long as they find prey, they will pursue it.
And among these sand dune hyenas, there is a group whose hunger is even more unfathomable.
It is also older, and ordinary beasts cannot be compared with it.
It is the hunger of not eating a grain of rice for months and months!
In a dim lair underground in an unknown desert, a group of crimson hyenas lay quietly.
Their bodies blend into the surrounding dark red sand, like guardians of this desolate land.
The skin of these hyenas shows a deep red color, which seems to be reddened by the desert sun and dyed with a strange color by the underground magma.
Suddenly.
Among the group of hyenas, one of the largest hyenas opened his bloody eyes, with confusion and confusion filling his pupils.
It shook its head, sniffed the dry air, and exhaled hot breath like blood from its nostrils.
This huge hyena opened its bloody mouth, its sharp fangs appeared, and bits of hungry saliva dripped onto the ground.
As it stood up, a group of hyenas behind it woke up one after another and opened their bloody eyes.
Their eyes are full of expectation and desire, as if they are waiting for a signal to start a hunt.
“I feel this is the power of the sun disk!?”
The cold and hoarse voice sounded in the underground lair, and echoes circulated.
"Yes, a familiar smell!"
The crimson hyena walked forward, along the bloody road covered with corpses, and came to the desert floor to feel the scorching heat.
The muscle lines of its body are extremely smooth and graceful, embedded with many broken blades, full of bloody beauty of violence.
The limbs are thick and powerful, and the blood-colored claws are extremely sharp, and can easily tear the skin of any prey.
“What a sad fate!”
"Now that I have become so ugly, I feel the resurgence of the sun's disk and the familiar power of ascension."
The crimson hyena raised its head to the sky, and the red-gold sun awakened it Buried memories.
She was once a great warrior in Shurima's fight against the Void, but the power of the Void turned her into a Darkin.
Even so, she is still the most powerful dark descendant and can almost lead all dark descendants.
She could have easily defeated any darkin and become their recognized ruler.
However, she was deceived so easily and cursed by the hateful star spirit.
"Haha, I'm used to this body now"
"No, it's this group of bodies."
The crimson hyena looked back at the companions following behind, Reminiscing about the past again.
Personal grudges and secret calculations caused the Darkin to collapse from within.
Then he fell from his dominance and was no longer the natural killer on Runeterra.
"Thousands of bodies and one mind can form a swarm!"
The crimson hyena whispered softly, with hatred and killing intent in its crimson eyes.
“The protoss regards us as lapdogs, so let’s show our fangs.”
“And you.”
"It's time to come back!"
She didn't pray that she could return to her original appearance, with the body of a god warrior.
Her only thought now is to kill the protoss who stabbed her in the back.
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
The empty desert echoed with a chorus of howls and howls.
The crimson wave surged slowly, returning to the dark lair again, waiting for the opportunity.
Sea of Conquerors.
In the endless vast waves, a merchant ship from the Freljord was cutting through the waves and sailing quickly.
The destination is Kalamanda in Shurima.
At the bottom of the cabin, in a large room, the strong smell of blood filled the air.
In the shadow corner, a resolute middle-aged man sat down, surrounded by blood and a group of broken corpses.
You can tell from the old armor they wear that they are clan warriors from Freljord.
For some unknown reason, a fierce fight broke out in the room.
Even in death, their eyes were still terrified, staring closely at the bloody giant sword in the middle-aged man's hand.
This giant sword exudes a strange bloody glow, as if it has endless power.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The air rippled, and the blood covering the ground seemed to be flowing backwards, flowing from the dead clan warriors to the bloody giant sword, and then to the middle-aged man.
"Let the blood be our sanctity!"
"Baptism!"
In the silent room, time seemed to freeze at this moment, until a low murmur sounded.
The middle-aged man, bathed in blood, stood up and looked at these clan warriors who were greedy for the giant sword, with a crazy smile on his face.
Although the blood magic he mastered is not sophisticated, it can destroy the bodies of mortals in an instant.
The people who died in the battle can also be used by him to become nutrients, making him stronger and stronger.
“I smell a familiar power”
“The once-destroyed empire is resurrected in Shurima.”
The middle-aged man held the bloody giant sword tightly, and his strong body was slowly transformed by the blood.
In a trance, the will was forcibly injected into the host's body, imitating an image recorded in the myth, and reshaping the original body.
"It's time for you to come back!"
(End of this chapter)