Re-becoming a human being from Conan

"The battle...is finally over?"

A hundred kilometers away from the core of the battlefield, the dune hounds hiding in the sand pit jumped out one by one, with human-like doubts on their faces.

Nayafili was not afraid of fighting, but she was unwilling to fight a battle that she could never win. When Fiddlesticks easily killed Xerath, she knew the value of the head of the ten demons.

Then she should escape.

Even though it is said that those targeted by Fiddlesticks will never survive, Nayafili does not believe it.

If no one survived, how did the legend of Fiddlesticks come about? Compared with the others, she felt that her own "fear" should not be worth mentioning.

But as she fled, the battle behind her became more and more wrong...Is that Aatrox?

Impossible, as a top powerhouse among the darkin, she knew Aatrox's strength very well. Even if he was slightly stronger than herself, he would never be so strong. Otherwise, he would be strong enough to unify all the darkin in the last war!

Who would that be? The only person she didn't recognize was the human mage, but instead of letting her believe that it was the power of the human mage, it would be better if Aatrox or Azir came over?

Originally, the outcome of the battle did not need to be guessed, but now she could not be sure. Fiddlesticks... it should not be possible to be killed, right?

The next moment, all the dog eyes widened at the same time, and Nayafili knew that Fiddlesticks was indeed not killed, but the price was that a body was howling and being chopped off by the sickle.

No... No!

She still has great ambitions. She wants to use the unity of the hounds to persuade the few surviving darkin to rule the world together!

How could she die here? !

But Fiddlesticks seemed to be making up for the damage just now, and the sickle showed no mercy.

There were more and more bodies of hounds in fear and despair in the yellow sand, and the gloomy scarecrow stood among them, looking far to the southwest.

There is a towering mountain there, where the Protoss who truly rule the world live!

"They are back...back..." A strange whisper murmured in Fiddlesticks' mouth, and he seemed to have gained some consciousness.

...

Kill him! Azir didn't expect that when he first saw Ji Xing and found that Ji Xing was in a serious state of injury, the first thought that came to his mind was like this.

There is no reason, but it makes sense.

He knew that he was afraid in his heart, or there was a fear that he was unwilling to admit.

The emperor was always reluctant to have power beyond his control. Even if he returned to the heyday of Shurima, the power shown by Ji Xing could have a decisive voice, let alone now.

But this is not okay, and he can't kill him.

He quickly adjusted his mood and said: "Seville, I am Azir, the emperor of the Shurima Empire. I think you have understood the reason for my resurrection. The Grand Secretary also explained to me about our encounter. Thank you for helping my descendants, repelling Xerath, and protecting the people of the desert."

His voice was majestic, and the emperor's accent was full, which was exactly the same as the voice-over in the game, and he used the ancient Shurima language.

Nasus, who was beside him, was going to translate for Ji Xing, but he heard Ji Xing communicate in ancient Shurima language without any obstacles: "You're welcome, your descendants owe me a debt, it's just a convenience."

There are many magic books recorded in ancient Shurima, because that was the peak of civilization after all, so Ji Xing had already dabbled in it.

Azir was slightly surprised and said: "I know about your deal with Sivir, and I have only two requests. Don't hurt Sivir's life, and help me persuade her to return to Nerimaj."

He cherished Sivir's lucky bloodline, because it was not easy to give birth to an heir after becoming a god warrior. But the only thing he couldn't do was to "repay the debt" for Sivir, because he was the emperor of Shurima, symbolizing the majesty of the empire.

In fact, he wanted to wipe out this "debt" more. What was 10,000 gold coins to him? But Ji Xing protected Sivir first, so he couldn't speak, and couldn't grasp the outcome after speaking.

"Of course the first thing is no problem. It doesn't have to be 10,000 drops of blood. Maybe a thousand or even a few hundred will give me enough gains, and then the deal will naturally end." Ji Xing said to Azir, "As for whether she is willing to return to you, I won't interfere."

Even if Ji Xing is extremely strong, Azir does not believe that Ji Xing can analyze the power of the gods and the sun from Sivir's blood. Instead, he is more worried that Ji Xing will use it for something else.

After a moment of silence, his eyes turned to the magic sword wrapped in rock in Ji Xing's hand.

"Aatrox's sword..."

Nasus said, "Sevier, don't underestimate the void. Aatrox was once a beloved general. He led the troops in every battle and was not afraid of life and death.

Every god warrior in Shurima has also passed many tests before obtaining the qualification to ascend. Maybe they are suspected of boasting, but they are all people of noble character. But those who come into contact with the void have all fallen into the darkin without exception. That power is too strange and can make everyone lost."

"I will 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 approve of such a thing. It was impossible for him to talk to Ji Xing in a semi-lower position or even unwilling to use an equal attitude.

That can only be awkward here.

A few seconds later, Ji Xing smiled and said, "Then let's meet again next time. Qiyana and the others should be scared to death. The problem between Grand Maester Nasus and your brother also needs to be dealt with urgently.

Maybe I'll go to Nerimajie soon. Let's talk then? "

Azir was silent and nodded in agreement: "I welcome your arrival in the capital."

Nasus breathed a sigh of relief, giving him more time to tell Azir that 'times have changed', and Renekton... "Goodbye."

So 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.

Sivir's blood, Nasus' blood, and Aatrox's power were enough to support his long-term research, make up for the shortcomings in physical strength, and support the next three runes.

What's more, he knows that the power of the Sun Disk and the Ascended One is probably related to the Star Casting Dragon King, and there is no rush to contact those levels of power head-on.

Before that, maybe you can have a brief contact with the void... Well, Ji Xing listened to Nasus's persuasion, but Ji Xing is 100% sure to resist erosion and consciousness pollution. The little bit of darkin power Things that are similar to the will of the world really make him care!

…

A few days later, Targon. The top of the world in Runeterra, this towering mountain is entirely made of hard rock. It is bathed in the scorching sun all year round, always overlooking the mountains at its feet. It is majestic and unparalleled in the world.

Legend has it that as long as you climb to the top of Mount Targon, a mortal will have the opportunity to become a star, be imbued with the power of the stars, and become a god.

But legends are always legends. There are almost no descriptions of the appearance of the protoss in the outside world, and they rarely appear in the world. But on this day, many incarnations of star spirits gathered together at the top of Titan Peak.

They were discussing a person, Sevier, whom they called the 'Rune Giver'!

Something seemed to have gone wrong. These protoss transformed into Ji Xing and argued endlessly. Even the nominal leader Leona, the goddess of dawn of the Solar Sect, could not stop it.

She sat upright on the chair, her skin sparkling with sparks, and the power of the stars in her body burning through her eyes. The Zenith Blade and the Dawn Shield gave this goddess unparalleled offensive and protective power. At this moment This goddess's brows were filled with inextricable sorrow.

The dominance of the Sun Sect has weakened too much, otherwise there would be no dispute at all.

Moon Sect, Diana...

Rune Giver, Sevier...

The dead war protoss Pantheon...

Dragon King...Aurelion Thor!

Names were rolling in her mind, and she felt that Mount Targon, which had stood for tens of thousands of years, was in an extremely dangerous situation.

Seeing that there was still a dispute over Sewell's judgment, she said solemnly: "Let's put this matter down for now. Is Atreus still unwilling to return?"

…

"Humph, after a few years of silence, those star spirits with thousands of faces can no longer hold back."

Walking quickly in the countryside of Demacia, Atreus, wearing a helmet, a shield, and a spear, made a disdainful snort, as if he was ashamed to associate with the protoss.

Many years ago, he was just a mortal climbing Mount Targon. He succeeded, but also failed. Pantheon, the war star spirit who descended into his body, looked down upon him as a mere mortal and forcibly took over his body, unlike several other star spirit incarnations who forcibly walked the world with their own will.

Later, when the Darkin Sword Demon attacked Mount Targon, the war star Pan Sen personally fought against him. However, something amazing happened. The Darkin Sword Demon broke out and completed the feat of killing the gods, killing Pan Sen and darkening the entire war constellation. Go down!

At this time, Atreus's remaining will took control of his body, and he mastered the weapons of the stars in his mortal body. He was as good as the gods, defeated the dark sword demon, and cut off one of his arms.

Afterwards, Atreus walked around Rune Continent in this posture and never returned to Mount Targon, because he inherited the memories of Pantheon, the war protoss, and knew how bad most protoss were!

He has been in many situations over the years, and now... he is looking for an old friend.

"Atreus? I'm just a defeated general. I really don't want to see the loser's face... Don't speak yet. Don't you want to compete with me again?"

Well, the old friend gave him a cordial greeting upon meeting, which made Atreus grit his teeth.

The person opposite was none other than Jax, whom Ji Xing had met in Piltover!

"Hey, Jax, are you still looking for a companion to fight against the void with you?" He snorted coldly, looking at the bastard opposite who was covering his head and face and carrying a lamppost: "I do want to compete with you again, but this time It was a competition between three people.”

The two once launched a competition to compete for the title of "The Strongest Human in Rune Continent". The content of the competition was who could kill one of the most terrifying monsters in Rune Continent first - Baron Nash.

It turns out Jax wins. Atreus has always been unconvinced, but there is no way to compare, because Jax's foul mouth can kill him with just one damage.

This time I found a new opportunity.

Sure enough, Jax was a little surprised and said: "Three people? Have you found a helper?"

"What kind of helper? He is a guy who can compete with us for the strongest human being in Rune Continent."

Atreus said: "I heard about him from the mouths of those star spirits. They called him - the rune bestower, Sevier!"