Time flies, and it is noon of the next day.
The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, pouring down flames on the earth that seem capable of roasting people.
The almost deserted Vikaula is like a ghost town in the desert, depressed and lifeless.
After more than ten hours and overnight evacuation, most of the city's residents had left.
A small number of people with limited mobility were led by soldiers to the eastern part of Vikora and hid in the underground shelter built by Talia with magic.
On the high platform of the Sun Temple in the center of the city, Nasus sat alone cross-legged under a mottled and inferior imitation of the sun disk.
He closed his eyes and fully felt the warmth from the sun. The votive band on his sturdy obsidian body fluttered slowly with the midday heat wave.
Suddenly, Nasus sensed the presence of ancient magic outside the city of Vikora, and a sour metallic taste rose in his mouth.
He suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, grabbed the long-handled battle axe beside him and stood up.
"Xerath," he murmured softly.
As early as last night, Li Lin and Kassadin left with Sivir, accompanied by the kind little girl who could control rocks.
When Azir learned of Nasus's message, he immediately replied that he had set off for Vikora.
This city was his mother's birthplace, and he would not tolerate Xerath destroying it.
According to the time, Azir, who is traveling at full speed, should arrive here around the afternoon.
Nasus stood at the highest point in the entire city, looking at the distant sky from the eaves, and had already entered a state of preparation for war.
With the blessing of the power of the gods, his senses and thinking became extremely sharp.
Every grain of sand beneath my feet, the last lingering scent of blood from the long-dried brownish-red clots on the replica sun disk, the whispers of people praying for peace, the rustling sounds of various desert insects and animals among the buildings and underground...
Nasus looked far to the east of Vikora, then looked south in the direction where Li Lin, Sivir and others left.
Last night before they set off, he personally promised Sivir to protect the remaining residents of Vikora.
The shelter built by Taliyah is very well hidden, and the entrance is almost impossible to find from the outside.
The rebels who follow Xerath are not a concern; the only one to watch out for is Xerath himself.
Nasus took a deep breath.
He could already hear hundreds of warriors, riding on horses, sand crocodiles, desert lizards, sand tigers and other mounts, roaring excitedly and full of malice, rushing into the city from the western wall.
As long as we can hold Xerath back for a few hours and wait for Azir to arrive, even if we can't seal him again, it will be easy to severely injure him...
While Nasus was thinking, several warriors holding scimitars and long swords, dressed in clothes that clearly belonged to different tribes, climbed up the temple stairs.
These people are obviously hostile tribes. If they meet in the desert, they will fight to the death. But now they can fight side by side.
They knew they were facing a god-warrior, but there was no fear in their eyes that danced with blue flames.
Xerath has them under his control...
Nasus thought to himself and walked down the stairs.
He swung the long-handled battle axe in his hand, drawing an arc in the air and effortlessly blocking the attacks of five warriors from different angles.
Immediately afterwards, Nasus suddenly raised his hand and deflected their weapons.
Two of them lost control of their bodies due to the enormous force and flew backwards, hitting the ground at the bottom of the temple steps and losing their lives.
At the same time, Nasus gripped the battle axe tightly in his right hand and slashed horizontally with great speed, cutting the remaining three people in half.
He went down to the square and headed straight towards the eastern part of the town.
He easily killed dozens of ferocious tribal warriors who attacked him, as easy as crushing an ant.
Nasus, feeling the ancient arcane magic flowing in the air, walked straight out of the city, deep into the desert, away from the city walls.
In a flash, hundreds of elite warriors with various weapons and almost no protective armor surrounded him, raising a cloud of yellow sand.
Nasus narrowed his eyes slightly, his red gaze penetrating through layers of flying dust and gravel.
A hundred meters away from him, a ball of blue and white magic energy was floating in the air more than ten meters above the ground.
It was a magical spirit composed of dark energy and astral magic, which kept making crackling sounds.
He was wrapped in rusty chains and the core of an ancient sarcophagus designed to seal it.
"Zerath!!"
Nasus roared and roared, intimidating all the surrounding warriors with his aura alone.
And in the next second, he felt Xerath's burning anger sweeping over him like a huge wave.
Nasus hurriedly grasped the axe with both hands, and urged his magic power to build a black and purple magic barrier in front of him, blocking one of Xerath's arcane magic attacks.
However, the hundreds of soldiers who had just surrounded him were affected by the impact of the scorching energy.
In just a heartbeat, all of them, including their mounts, turned into ashes and were blown into flying sand by the surging wind, as if they had never come into this world.
Nasus stared at the blue spirit with gritted teeth, then strode forward with his axe tightly gripped.
After being provoked by Xerath, the warrior spirit and anger that had been buried in his heart for a long time were reawakened.
"Heh, isn't this the Grand Secretary... the coward who locked me underground for a thousand years?"
Xerath's voice was the same as when he was still a mortal, sounding like it was dipped in honey.
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