He Comes From the Void

"Water and shade, my name is Taliyah."

The girl took the initiative to greet Kane with a smile on her face, as enthusiastic as her father.

"Water and shade, Taliyah, my name is Cain."

Kane was startled, and then responded in a low voice.

It was really her, he almost didn't recognize it—Taliyah wore a tunic over a silk robe, and she hadn't been to Ionia yet, so she didn't have the distinctive burqa yet.

Coupled with her young age, the height of her facial features is also different from Kane's impression.

Now, many of the heroes of Runeterra were a few years younger than he remembered, and he should pay attention in the future.

"Was that magic just now?" Taliyah asked.

"What did you see?" Kane began to play dumb, no one else should have seen it.

"I saw you weave the water." The freckled girl replied straightforwardly.

"Just a little trick."

"I'll have a little too." Taliyah raised her hand, and the nearby stones vibrated one after another, as if to greet her.

"Is this all you can do now?" Kane suddenly became interested.

According to memory, Taliyah's talent would be fully awakened and out of control in midsummer when she was sixteen - he wanted to know how far she was now.

"I can still expose the rocks to the sand, but this is Dasai, the rocks are already exposed."

Taliyah spent more time living in the rocky hills of Shurima, and now they are migrating with the water.

Just when Kane was about to say something, a camel bell rang.

"Dinner is ready, I'm going back, we'll talk next time." After throwing this sentence, Taliyah hurried back to the tribe, greeting each of them accurately, politely and harmoniously.

"The little sparrow is still fledgling." Kane said to himself, looking at the petite figure drinking hot soup beside the smoke.

"What did she tell you just now?" Kane felt a pat on the shoulder, and looking back, Kesha walked over from Kassadin.

"Tell me you're beautiful."

"Why do you lie? I saw the stones bouncing on the ground. You were discovered by magic, right? So she came to you to exchange magic." Kesha squinted at Kane, saying, "You lied to me, you are finished Already!" expression.

"I'm not lying, you're really good-looking, you're so good-looking."

It would be fine if Kane had a hippie smile on his face, but if he said such words with an affectionate face, Keisha would still blush no matter how straight the ball was.

"Okay, I know, don't say any more, others will regard us as brothers and sisters."

Keisha pushed Kane and ran to Kassadin again.

The Zagaya tribe continued to set off after replenishing the water source, while the Weaver tribe felt that they would camp by the river to rest for one night, and then set off along the river tomorrow, and the three of them naturally stayed behind.

Without those huge beasts, Kane suddenly felt much more empty around him.

It was night, and the temperature began to drop. The wind blew on the sweaty shorts, and suddenly felt a little cold.

"I'm still not used to not wearing skin armor." Kane looked at the bonfire of the Weaver tribe not far away, and the flames danced in his eyes.

The long night was about to begin, Kane said a few words to Kassadin, and then the latter led the two to have a bonfire chat with the weavers.

Toast to the fire to keep warm, otherwise this lonely cold night is too difficult.

Kassadin was good at talking, and soon led the two of them to mingle with this group of enthusiastic weavers. The pastor, the dyer, and the master spinner also knew a few.

And because of the specificity of appearance, the topic is always biased towards Keisha.

"Are you brothers and sisters? You both have purple eyes and purple hair, and your skin is so white. This is the first time I've seen them."

asked a young woman.

After accidentally seeing some actions of the two beyond brother-sister friendship, these young girls could no longer restrain their burning gossip souls.

After this question was asked, Kassadin immediately fell silent, ready to see how the two of them would answer.

In fact, he saw the relationship between the two of them, and he knew it well, but he didn't open his mouth to expose it.

Because he knew that once he opened his mouth, the relationship between the two of them would be revealed, and they would become even more unscrupulous.

With childhood sweethearts, mutual dependence, and like-mindedness, Kassadin really has no reason to separate the two, but he also doesn't want to admit defeat in this silent war.

Kane wanted to, but that would have to wait until he had done his fatherly duties. Otherwise, what if the daughter doesn't have a deep relationship with him, and forgets his old father in a blink of an eye?

Kesha was still very concerned about Kassadin's attitude. Seeing that he remained silent, she stopped talking and looked at Kane.

"Although we look alike, we are not related by blood." With a smile on his face, Kane held Keisha's hand: "We are childhood sweethearts with a good relationship."

"Oh, so it's like this!" The weavers nodded and looked sideways, they understood - the two of them didn't have that kind of relationship, but it was coming soon.

Keisha was happy, her eyes filled with Kane's reflection.

She is recognized, has a new identity, and these people are blessing them with kind eyes.

"In fact, we were all like everyone else in the beginning, and we became like this after being cursed."

As soon as the topic changed, Kane attracted everyone's attention again.

Kassadin frowned, but Kane seemed to have other plans, and continued to remain silent.

"This curse makes us suffer endless pain. I heard that a prophet can help us relieve this pain, so we embarked on a journey to find this prophet."

"If anyone knows where the Prophet is, please tell us."

Kane's fabricated story aroused the sympathy of the group of weavers, and they began to discuss the rumors about the prophet.

Kassadin didn't understand why Kane called the enemy a healer at first, but he figured it out soon.

——If you say that you are looking for the prophet to seek revenge, then this group of weavers may not tell them the real situation in order not to cause trouble; if you say that you are looking for a doctor, this group of weavers will tell them the most detailed information out of good intentions .

Kassadin secretly admired that Kane showed such emotional intelligence when he met outsiders for the first time, and he was much more mature than his silly daughter who kept giggling and couldn't get into the topic at the side, and made people anxious just looking at it.

Sure enough, after the weavers communicated, their leader said: "We weavers are nomadic tribes, and those religious orders that are rumored to be prophets are generally active in towns, and there is no intersection."

"These rumors were heard when we were trading with people in the town. The people of the religious order asked people to offer living sacrifices, so people sometimes come to us to buy sheep."

"And the last time we heard about the Prophet was in Kenneth in the north."

"But you have to be careful. Babayan said that those believers have dark hearts and are not good people."

Kane looked at Babayan, the wise man whom the chief said, and she was the old grandmother in the tribe.

At this moment, she was sitting in the driver's seat of the caravan, leaning on the shepherd's staff and looking up at the sky. Her face is full of wise wrinkles, and her every move seems to be full of philosophy.

"Thank you for the reminder, we will pay attention. But even so, it can't stop us. Some things need to be witnessed to know the truth!"

Acting and doing a full set, the weavers were all moved by Kane's speech of a passionate young man.

These simple weavers are too easy to trust others, and of course it has something to do with Kane's subconscious feeling that he will not lie when he is young.

Now that Kenneth was mentioned, these weavers also mentioned news about several other northern cities.

"The fighters in northern Shurima and Noxus were originally in a one-sided situation, but those Noxians who were fighting steadily suddenly called back their troops when they occupied several port cities such as Belguen and could have attacked aggressively. gone."

"General Jericho Swain staged a coup d'état, overthrew and executed Emperor Bron Darkwill, and became Grand Commander of Noxus."

As the people of Shurima, these southern weavers far from the battlefield did not express much grief when discussing the national humiliation.

The fact is indeed like this, the glory of Shurima is no longer, and it has long been a mess.

Moreover, Noxus has a loose policy towards the defeated side. The Noxus diaspora is willing to coexist peacefully with the defeated aborigines, promising food exchanges and preferential trade. Protect.

The premise is that you join Noxus; otherwise, you will be crushed mercilessly!

Under such circumstances, many Shurimans voluntarily defected to Noxus and started businesses.

Those cities that were occupied became even more prosperous.

"Finally a truce, at least you can recuperate for a few years."

Kassadin was tinkering with the campfire with a stick, the light dancing on his parched eyes.

As a guide, he still has some understanding of the international situation, but these things hadn't happened before he entered Icacia.

The world is changing so fast, he lamented.

clang clang clang clang——

A rush of camel bells rang suddenly, spreading throughout the camp in a short while.

The chief stood up and saw the commotion of the camel caravan running not far away, and shouted solemnly: "It's Shakar, the old and the children hide in the tent, and the young people follow me to take up weapons!"

The weavers became agitated, and their figures rushed to their tents to get weapons.

Kassadin also stood up, he knew exactly what Shakar meant.

It's the Sand Bandits, bandits of the desert.