The Glory of Noxus.

Nasus looked around the reception room, his gloomy eyes sweeping across Huo Jixing, Cassili and Katarina like a blade.

"Are you sure about the authenticity of the news?"

In the ancient Shurima Empire, Nasus was not only the Warrior King of the Empire, but also a renowned Grand Secretary in the Empire.

His extensive knowledge and experience made him highly respected among the Ascended Legion.

At the end of the Icathian War, the Void suddenly descended, sweeping across the battlefield and causing irreparable damage to the Shurima Empire.

Nasus therefore conducted in-depth research on the power of the Void and the Ascended beings affected by it, and came to understand the horror of the Void.

"Of course I can confirm it." Huo Jixing replied with a smile, his tone full of confidence and determination.

This was something he experienced personally, how could it be fake?

Even to this day, he is still deeply impressed by Void Prophet Malzahar and Void Burrower Rek'Sai.

Moreover, with the area controlled by Azir, Vikora is not far from the Qalise Desert and is also close to the rock village.

For those familiar with the desert, it is not difficult to verify the authenticity of the message.

Because everything in the desert coexists with the sun and wind, there are no secrets 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 shroud Shurima.

The Shurimans have experienced the terror and threats of the Void countless times, and the memories are so etched in their bones that they still frighten even the strongest warriors.

Even the Ascendant Legion, those god-warriors who were almost regarded as gods, had to temporarily hide themselves when facing the endless void.

Nasus hesitated for a moment, then said solemnly, "The negotiations will continue, but I need some time."

Huo Jixing said it was no problem.

He understood what Nasus was going to do.

Since this matter concerns the Void, Nasus must ask Azir for instructions, and even the negotiation has to be put on hold.

Then Nasus took Sivir out of the reception room, walked through the busy corridor, and returned to the hotel where they were staying.

After returning to the hotel.

Without any pause, Nasus immediately went into the room and began preparing for the communication ceremony with Azir.

This is the secret art of the yellow sand that originated from the ancient Shurima Empire.

It can deliver information to people far away across thousands of distances.

After a while.

Nasus carved a complex sand circle in the center of the room.

He clasped his hands together, sat cross-legged on the ground, and muttered something.

A low incantation sounded, and grains of golden sand quietly appeared above the magic circle, slowly rotating.

As the speed increased, a small sandstorm eventually formed.

Buzz!

In the sandstorm, a bright golden light suddenly lit up, illuminating the room.

Then Azir's figure gradually appeared in the core of the storm.

Although it was just an illusion, Azir's majestic aura still made people dare not look directly at him.

"Nasus, what do you want?"

Azir's voice was like the echo of an ancient god, echoing across the sandstorm and resounding throughout the room.

Nasus immediately stood up and saluted Azir respectfully.

Then, he reported to Azir in detail what Huo Jixing had told him about the void.

At the same time, he also recounted his own observations and analysis, without missing any details.

Azir listened to Nasus's report in the light and shadow of the yellow sand, nodding or frowning in thought from time to time.

When Nasus finished speaking, Azir was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"Your concerns are indeed justified."

"We must be careful in dealing with matters of the void."

As the last emperor of the Shurima Empire, Azir was well aware of the Icathian rebellion.

This rebellion not only shook the foundations of the empire, but also marked the beginning of the end of a once glorious era.

"As for the negotiations."

Azir ignored the mottled light and shadow in front of him, fixed his gaze on Sivir standing at the door, and spoke in a deep voice.

"End it as soon as possible!"

For Azir, Sivir's existence is a symbol of hope and the possibility of the continuation of the empire.

But the threat from the void is even greater, and he must take all aspects into consideration.

Nasus bowed in respect to Azir until the sandstorm cleared and he straightened up.

"Shivir, time waits for no one."

Nasus sighed softly, 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 arrives.

Under the threat of the Void, the three parties reached an agreement in just one day after a brief and fierce debate and compromise.

Huo Jixing, Katarina, as well as Nasus and others, did not personally participate in the specific matters of the negotiations.

They are more likely to manipulate things behind the scenes, observing the details of the game from a detached attitude.

When the negotiations were coming to an end, Huo Jixing and others sent their subordinates to conduct a final review of the specific matters of the negotiations.

These men are the elites in their respective camps. Their eyes are as sharp as knives and their minds are as delicate as silk.

When reviewing documents, every word and sentence is scrutinized to ensure that there are no loopholes that can be exploited by the other party.

As for this negotiation, it is not just the intention of Huo Jixing and Catalina.

Huo Jixing had already written down what he saw and heard in Icathia in intelligence messages and sent them to the capital.

This intelligence records in detail his observations and discoveries on the continent of Shurima.

Including local political situation, economic conditions and potential void threats and opportunities.

It is of great significance to the Noxian Empire and provides valuable reference for the empire's decision-making.

Ultimately, it was Swain and the Trifarion Council that set the bottom line in the negotiations, aimed at protecting the interests of the Noxian Empire.

The result of the negotiations was still good for the Noxian Empire.

Not only did they retain most of the ownership of the Northern Ports, but they could also communicate with the forces under Azir and Xerath through the extraordinary system.

This means that the Noxian Empire still maintains control over the northern ports and cooperates and communicates with other forces to obtain more resources and knowledge.

What they paid for was the right to use the waterways within the port and some trading rights.

This was a specific request from Azir and Zeras, who hoped to broaden their horizons through ocean waterways and understand the changes in the new era.

Only by learning and adapting can we remain invincible in the new era.

The subsequent transactions regarding some salt and iron mines are included in the economic and trade treaty.

This treaty specifies in detail key terms such as transaction quantity, price, delivery time, etc., ensuring the fairness of the transaction.

Economic and trade treaties also make assumptions about possible disputes and provide both parties with ways and methods to resolve them.

It can be said that this treaty is beneficial to all three parties and can effectively convert resources.

Uzeris.

This ancient city was bustling with people at the city gate.

At this moment, the main gate was wide open, like a gateway to a 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 camel bells and the neighing of horses in the caravan intertwined, foreshadowing a bright future.

Huo Jixing saw off Nasus and others at the main gate.

Nasus no longer concealed his identity.

The Jackal's face reveals that he is the desert god of death, an ascended being recorded in ancient mythology.

His appearance attracted the attention of the nearby Shurimans, who looked at him with awe.

"Your Majesty Huo Jixing, the marriage we discussed before is still valid."

Nasus was completely oblivious to the Shurimans' gazes. He turned around, looked into Huo Jixing's eyes and spoke.

"I hope to hear from Lord Swain and the Trifarix Council."

Huo Jixing felt the cold gaze from Katarina behind him, smiled helplessly, and did not answer Nasus.

Wait until Nasus's group leaves.

Time Apprentice Casiri walked over and his deep eyes fell on Huo Jixing.

"If Lord Huo Jixing has time, you are welcome to come to the old place."

"My mentor, His Majesty Jilan, will be waiting for you there."

Huo Jixing's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he knew very well the old place that Casiri was talking about.

To be honest, he was very curious about how the Time Guardian Kiran, the old man who controlled time, walked in the past and the future.

After bowing, Kasiri led the negotiation delegation of Zerath into the endless desert in the distance.

In the dark night of Shurima.

There are few sounds as chilling as the howl of a dune hyena.

If one heard their shrill howling in the hot, dry wind, one would keep one hand on the hilt of the sword while letting the accompanying horse conserve its strength.

Because the wild dogs roaming in the desert are always hungry, and once they find prey, they will chase it relentlessly.

Among these dune hyenas, there is a group whose hunger is even more unfathomable.

It is also much older, and ordinary wild beasts cannot be compared with it at all.

It is the hunger that comes from not having a grain of rice for years!

In a dim lair beneath an unknown desert, a group of crimson hyenas lay quietly.

Their bodies blend in with the surrounding dark red sand, like the guardians of this desolate land.

The skin of these hyenas is a deep red, which looks as if it has been tanned by the desert sun, or as if it has been dyed with a strange color by the magma underground.

Suddenly.

Among the hyena group, the largest hyena opened its blood-red eyes, with confusion and bewilderment filled its pupils.

It shook its head, sniffed the dry air, and exhaled a hot breath like blood from its nostrils.

The huge hyena opened its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp fangs and drops of hungry saliva dripping onto the ground.

As it stood up, a group of hyenas behind it woke up and opened their bloodshot eyes.

Their eyes were full of anticipation and desire, as if they were waiting for a signal to start a hunt.

"I feel the power of the sun disk!?"

A cold and hoarse voice sounded in the underground nest, and the echoes continued.

"Yes, a familiar smell!"

The crimson hyena paced forward, along the bloody road strewn with corpses, and came to the desert floor, feeling the scorching heat.

The muscle lines of its body are extremely smooth and graceful, embedded with many broken blades, full of bloody violent beauty.

Its limbs are thick and powerful, and its blood-red claws are extremely sharp, which can easily tear the skin of any prey.

"What a sad fate!"

“Now that I have become so ugly, I can feel the revival of the sun disc and the familiar power of ascension.”

The crimson hyena looked up at the sky, and the red-gold sun awakened its deep-buried memories.

She was once a great warrior in Shurima's fight against the Void, but the power of the Void made her a darkin.

Even so, she is still the most powerful Darkin, and she is almost able to command all Darkin.

She could have easily defeated any of the darkspawn and become their recognized ruler.

However, she was so easily deceived and cursed by the hateful Star Spirit.

"Haha, I've gotten used to this body now."

“No, it’s these bodies.”

The crimson hyena looked back at its companions following behind it and recalled the past again.

Personal grudges and secret plots caused the Darkin to disintegrate from within.

Then he fell from his dominant position and was no longer the legitimate killer in the land of Rune.

"Thousands of bodies and one mind make a swarm!"

The crimson hyena whispered, hatred and murderous intent appearing in his crimson eyes.

"The Protoss treat us as lapdogs, so let us show our fangs."

"And you."

"It's time to come back!"

She didn't pray that she could be restored to her original form, with the body of a god-warrior.

Her only thought now was to kill the Protoss who had backstabbed her.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

A chorus of howling and wailing echoed across the empty desert.

The crimson wave slowly surged back into the dark nest, waiting for its opportunity.

Sea of ​​Conquerors.

In the endless vast waves, a merchant ship from Freljord is 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 a shadowy corner, a middle-aged man with extraordinary fortitude sat down, surrounded by blood and a group of broken corpses.

Judging from the old armor they were wearing, they were clan warriors from Freljord.

For some unknown reason, a fierce fight broke out in the room.

Even in the face of death, their eyes were still filled with fear, staring intently at the bloody giant sword in the middle-aged man's hand.

This giant sword exudes a strange blood-red glow, as if it has endless power.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The air rippled and the blood covering the ground seemed to flow backwards, flowing from the dead clan warriors to the bloody giant sword, and then to the middle-aged man.

"Let the blood be sacred to us!"

"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 the clan warriors who were coveting the giant sword, with a crazy smile on his face.

Although the blood magic he mastered was not very profound, it could destroy a mortal's body in an instant.

And those who died in the battle can also be used by him as nutrients to make himself stronger and healthier.

"I smell a familiar power"

"A once-destroyed empire rises again in Shurima."

The middle-aged man tightly grasped the blood-red giant sword, his strong body was soaked in blood and slowly changed.

In a trance, the will is forcibly injected into the host's body, imitating an image recorded in mythology and reshaping the original body.

"It's time for you to come back!"