The Sans are a nomadic tribe in the Great Sai Desert.

Unlike other nomadic peoples, this group of people does not rely on herding for survival, but on violence.

Under normal circumstances, looters often wear khaki clothing and disguise themselves in the environment to lure unsuspecting travelers into traps and kill them.

When they discover a caravan or some nomadic people who do not have much defense, these people will usually ride on horseback in groups to surround them, wear down their last strength, and eventually wipe them out.

Sivir's family was killed by these Sarns during a raid on a Beljum caravan.

The screams of her parents when they were severely injured by the hacking, the look on her face when she told the little girl to run away before she died, and their eventual death from excessive bleeding in a pool of blood...

All kinds of unforgettable memories turned into nightmares from time to time, waking Sivir up from her sleep for countless nights.

If the incident had not occurred close to Bergun and the governor there had not sent troops to the scene in time, she would probably not be alive today.

Although Sivir had already taken revenge a year ago, personally killing the leader of the Saens who participated in the looting and a group of elite warriors who accompanied him.

But revenge did not bring her the pleasure of relief, but instead made her feel even more empty...

Sivir gripped the center handle of the cross blade tightly, her expression very solemn.

"It's actually the Sarns... Damn it, when will these butchers of Da Sai be wiped out?!" Sivir's deputy cursed angrily.

Sivir glanced back at the young subordinate who had followed her to overthrow the former leader. "Arthur, have you forgotten what I taught you before?"

"No matter what happens, stay calm..."

After she said that, Arthur, who was already a little irritable because of the weather, calmed down instantly.

"Very good, cheer up." Xiweier turned her head back, her eyes sharp, and continued to look into the distance.

Li Lin, who was surrounded by mercenaries, frowned and secretly controlled the three storms to fly high into the air and enter combat status.

At this moment, Cassiopeia, accompanied by two guards, approached him and asked, "Are you going to take action?"

"Let's see the situation." Li Lin responded lightly, then pushed away the mercenary in front of him and walked towards Shiver on the periphery.

Since he was wearing an airtight mechanical armor, the mercenaries were not worried about his safety and simply let him go.

Kassadin, who had been holding Skarash's hand to drink water and had just returned to the crowd, also walked straight towards Li Lin from another direction, and finally stopped beside Sivir at the same time as him.

Kassadin glanced at Li Lin, then muffledly asked Sivir, "Do you need my help?"

"You're not good at fighting, are you? Even though you're wearing such a power armor... it's better not to make trouble and leave it to us." Sivir refused Kassadin without looking back.

Just as Kassadin was about to retort, Li Lin grabbed him and shook his head at him.

The two stood silently behind Sivir until the dust approached this hidden oasis.

A group of vagrants on horseback, armed with various weapons, shouted and roared excitedly, and did not stop until they reined in their horses and stopped more than ten meters away from the mercenary group that was waiting for battle.

When the dust raised by the horses' hooves gradually dissipated, the middle-aged man who was the leader of the more than 30 people in Saenz, with a hideous scar on his face and very dark skin, was obviously the leader and squinted at Shiver.

But soon, his attention was drawn to Li Lin and Kassadin wearing power armor behind her.

Not only him, but the other looters also noticed the two of them, with expressions of surprise, curiosity, etc. on their faces.

What the hell is this...

The Sans leader stroked his thickly bearded chin and pondered.

He obviously had never seen Piltover's Hextech, let alone Li Lin's power armor.

Just as the middle-aged man was lost in thought, Sivir said solemnly, "Thans, we have no intention of harboring any grudges against you... If you want this water source, we can leave immediately."

She deliberately did not mention the name of her mercenary group, fearing that she would be recognized by these Saens people and cause unnecessary trouble.

Generally speaking, the bandits in the desert will not conflict with larger mercenary groups with larger numbers of people.

Unless the living creatures escorted by the mercenaries are extremely valuable, they will take the risk and try it.

If they find that the battle power disparity is too great, these cunning looters will immediately escape by relying on their mobility and the fact that mercenaries will not pursue them.

Sivir brought dozens of his men this time, and there were also a dozen of Cassiopeia's guards in the team. This group of Saenz robbers did not have an advantage in numbers.

And they were just an expedition team and were not transporting any valuable cargo.

According to Sivir's idea, the new leader of Saenz, who had taken over at an unknown time, should not fight with his people regardless of the current situation. There was no need for that at all.

Their destination is most likely this oasis.

Moreover, her men had been trekking for a whole morning and were now physically and mentally exhausted, so they would not have the advantage even if they fought.

It's just an oasis. They've already replenished the water supply. It's worth giving it to these looters in exchange for a bloodless situation...

However, Sivir's iconic outfit and cross-blade weapon betrayed her.

"Sivir, the war goddess of Nashramé... Haha, how long do you want to pretend with me?" The leader of the Saens people drew the sharp scimitar from his waist, pointed it at Sivir, and smiled coldly.

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