CIATB Chapter 895: Rune Granter
Chapter 895: Rune Granter
Chapter 895: Rune Granter
"The battle...is finally over?"
A hundred kilometers away from the core of the battlefield, a pack of dune hounds hiding in the sand pit leaped out one by one, with human-like expressions of surprise and doubt on their faces.
Nayafili was not afraid of fighting, but she was unwilling to fight a battle that she had no chance of winning. When Fiddlesticks easily killed Xerath, she realized the value of the leader of the ten demons.
Of course you should flee.
Even though it was said that anyone targeted by Fiddlesticks would never survive, Nayafili didn't believe it.
If no one survived, how did the legend of Fiddlesticks come about? Compared to the others, she felt that her own "fear" should not be worth mentioning.
But as he ran, the battle behind him seemed more and more wrong... Was that Aatrox?
Impossible. As a top darkin, she knew Aatrox's strength very well. Even if he was slightly stronger than her, he would definitely not be this strong. Otherwise, he would have been strong enough to unify all the darkin in the last war!
Who could that be? The only person present who she didn't recognize was the human mage, but rather than letting her believe that it was the power of a human mage, it might be Aatrox, or Azir who rushed over?
Originally, there was no need to guess the outcome of the battle, but now she couldn't be sure. Fiddlesticks... it shouldn't be possible to be killed, right?
The next moment, all the dogs' eyes widened at the same time. Nayafili knew that Fiddlesticks was indeed not killed, but the price was a body howling as it was chopped off by the sickle.
no no!
She also has great ambitions. She wants to use the unity of the Hounds to persuade the few surviving Darkin to join forces to rule the world!
How could she die here?!
But Fiddlesticks seemed to be making up for the damage just now, and his scythe showed no mercy.
In the yellow sand, there were many corpses of hounds that looked terrified and desperate. A gloomy scarecrow stood among them, looking far away towards the southwest.
There is a mountain that towers into the clouds, where live the Protoss who truly rule the world!
"They are back... back..." A strange whisper came out of Fiddlesticks' mouth, and he seemed to have gained some consciousness.
……
Kill him! Azir didn't expect that this would be the first thought that came to his mind when he first saw Ji Xing and found that Ji Xing was seriously injured.
There is no reason for this, but it makes sense.
He knew that he was afraid in his heart, or rather, had a fear that he was unwilling to admit.
Emperors are always reluctant to see powers beyond their control. Even if we return to the heyday of Shurima, the power displayed by Ji Xing would be enough to give him a decisive voice, let alone now.
But this won’t work, it can’t kill him.
He quickly adjusted his mood and said, "Sewell, I am Azir, the emperor of the Shurima Empire. I think you already know the reason for my resurrection. The Grand Maester also explained to me our encounter. Thank you for helping my descendants, repelling Xerath, and protecting the people of the desert."
His voice was majestic and full of imperial accent, exactly the same as the voice-over in the game, and he used the ancient Shurima language.
Nasus, who was standing beside him, was about to translate for Ji Xing, but he heard Ji Xing speak in ancient Shurima without any problem: "You're welcome. Your descendants owe me a debt. I'm just doing this for you."
There are many magic books written in the ancient Shurima language. After all, that was the peak of civilization, so Ji Xing had already read it.
Azir was slightly surprised and said, "I know about your deal with Sivir. I have only two requests. Do not harm Sivir's life, and help me persuade her to return to Nerimaj."
He cherishes the lucky bloodline of Sivir, because it is not easy to give birth to an heir after becoming a god warrior. But the only thing he cannot do is to "repay the debt" for Sivir, because he is the emperor of Shurima and symbolizes the majesty of the empire.
In fact, he wanted to wipe out this "debt". What was 10,000 gold coins to him? But Ji Xing protected Sivir first, so he couldn't speak, and he couldn't control the outcome after speaking.
"The first thing is of course no problem. It doesn't have to be 10,000 drops of blood. Perhaps a thousand or even a few hundred will give me enough to gain, and then the deal will naturally end." Ji Xing said to Azir, "As for whether she is willing to return to you, I will not interfere."
Even though Ji Xing was extraordinarily strong, Azir did not believe that Ji Xing could analyze the power of gods and the sun from Sivir's blood. Instead, he was more worried that Ji Xing would use it for something else.
After a moment's silence, his gaze turned to the magic sword wrapped in rock in Ji Xing's hand.
"Aatrox's sword..."
Nasus said: "Sevier, do not underestimate the Void. Aatrox was once a beloved general who led his men in every battle, fearless of life and death.
Every god warrior in Shurima has gone through many tests before being qualified to ascend. They may be boastful, but they are all people of noble character. However, those who come into contact with the void will all fall into the darkin without exception. That power is so strange that it can make everyone lost. "
“I’ll be careful enough,” Ji Xing said.
Then the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Ji Xing could see that Azir had a lot to say, but he didn't know how to start. For example, if Ji Xing refused the invitation, what should he do? It doesn't matter? What about the emperor's majesty?
The absolute gap in power made the emperor naturally half a head shorter than Ji Xing, but the emperor of the Shurima Empire would never agree to this. He would not talk to Ji Xing in a half-inferior position, or even be unwilling to talk to him on an equal footing.
Then we can only stay here awkwardly.
After a few seconds, Ji Xing smiled and said, "Then we'll see each other next time. Qiyana and the others must be terrified, and the problem between Grand Maester Nasus and your brother needs to be dealt with urgently.
I may go to Narimaj soon, and we can talk then?"
Azir was silent, then nodded in agreement: "I welcome you in the capital."
Nasus breathed a sigh of relief. This gave him more time to tell Azir about the 'changing times' and Renekton... "Goodbye."
Thus, Ji Xing's first meeting with the Desert Emperor ended uneventfully, and now he was no longer in a hurry to see the sun disk.
The blood of Sivir, the blood of Nasus, and the power of Aatrox are enough to support his research for a long time, make up for the shortcomings of his physical strength, and support the next three runes.
Moreover, he knew that the power of the Sun Disc and the Ascendants was probably related to the Star-Forging Dragon King, so there was no need to rush into direct contact with power of that level.
Before that, perhaps he could have a brief contact with the void... Well, Ji Xing listened to Nasus's persuasion, but Ji Xing was 100% sure that he could resist erosion and consciousness pollution. The little bit of world will in the darkin power also really concerned him!
……
A few days later, Mount Targon. The summit of Runeland, this towering mountain is made entirely of solid rock, bathed in the scorching sun all year round, always overlooking the mountains below, magnificent and unparalleled in the world.
According to legend, as long as a mortal climbs to the top of Mount Targon, he or she will have the opportunity to become a Protoss, be infused with the power of the Protoss, and become a god.
But legends are always legends, and there is almost no description of the appearance of the stars in the outside world, and they rarely appear in the world. But on this day, many star spirit incarnations gathered together at the top of Mount Targon.
They were discussing a man they called 'The Runebearer', Sewell!
Something seemed to be wrong. These star spirits incarnated as Ji Xing and argued endlessly. Even the nominal leader, Leona, the goddess of dawn of the Solari sect, could not stop them.
She sat upright in the chair, her skin sparkling with sparks, the star power in her body burning brightly through her eyes. The Blade of the Sky and the Shield of Dawn endowed this goddess with unparalleled power of attack and protection, but at this moment, the goddess had a knot of unresolvable sorrow between her brows.
The ruling power of the Fiery Solari Cult has been weakened a lot, otherwise there would be no dispute at all.
The Lunari, Diana...
The Runebearer, Sewell...
The dead war spirit Pantheon...
Dragon King...Aurelian Sol!
As the names rolled through her mind, she felt that the Targon Peak, which had stood for tens of thousands of years, was in an extremely dangerous situation.
Seeing that there was still a dispute about Sewell's judgment, she said in a deep voice: "Let's put this matter aside for now. Is Atreus still unwilling to return?"
……
"Humph, after a few years of silence, those star spirits with a thousand faces can't hold back anymore."
Walking quickly in the countryside of Demacia, Atreus, wearing a helmet, holding a shield and a spear, snorted with disdain, as if he was ashamed to be associated with the Protoss.
Many years ago, he was just a mortal who climbed Mount Targon. He succeeded, but also failed. The war spirit Pantheon who descended into his body looked down on him as a mere mortal and forcibly occupied his body, unlike the other star spirit incarnations who walked the world with their own will.
Later, when the Darkin Blade attacked Mount Targon, the War Aspect Pantheon personally went to fight, but something amazing happened. The erupting Darkin Blade actually accomplished the feat of killing gods and killed Pantheon, making the entire war constellation dark!
At this time, the remaining will of Atreus took control of his body, and he mastered the weapons of the stars with his mortal body, becoming as powerful as gods. He defeated the Darkin Sword Demon and cut off one of his arms.
After that, Atreus walked in Runeterra in this manner and never returned to Mount Targon, because he inherited the memories of many war protoss Pantheon and knew how bad most protoss were!
He's been through many situations over the years, and now... he's looking for an old friend.
"Atreus? You are just a defeated opponent. I really don't want to see the face of a loser... Don't say anything yet. Are you going to challenge me to another duel?"
Well, the old friend gave him a warm greeting upon meeting him, which made Atreus grit his teeth.
The person opposite was Jax, whom Ji Xing had once seen in Piltover!
"Heh, Jax, are you still looking for a companion to fight against the void with you?" He snorted coldly, looking at the bastard who was covering his head and face and carrying a lamppost opposite him: "I do want to challenge you again, but this time it's a competition between three people."
The two once had a competition to become the "Strongest Human in Runeterra". The competition was about who could kill Baron Nash, one of the most terrifying monsters in Runeterra, first.
In the end, Jax won. Atreus was very dissatisfied, but he couldn't rematch because Jax's foul mouth could kill him.
This time I found a new opportunity.
As expected, Jax was a little surprised and asked, "Three people? You found helpers?"
"What helper? A guy who can compete with us for the strongest human in Rune Continent."
Atreus said: "I heard about him from the Protoss. They called him - the Giver of Runes, Sewell!"
(End of this chapter)