After a lot of effort, Yasuo finally climbed up the steep Mount Garin. Due to sand erosion, most of the Mount Garin on the side of the sea near the ghetto are steep cliffs. It would be really difficult for other people to climb up.

At dusk, Yasuo finally stood on the top of an unknown mountain and felt a rare sense of coolness.

To the west of the Galin Mountain Range is the Gobi desert of the Ghetto Sea, and to the east is the sea. The low temperatures at high altitudes and the moist air of the ocean give this mountain range a completely different climate characteristic from the Ghetto Sea. Within ten miles,

This is the difference between the Gobi wilderness and the subarctic coniferous forest.

"Ah sneeze——"

Being suddenly blown by the cold wind, Yasuo couldn't help but sneeze.

While calling the spirit of the wind, Yasuo untied the bag around his waist - after unfolding the bag, the big cloth became a natural cloak.

Hanging the water bag back on his waist and carrying the dried meat in his hands, Yasuo put on the big cloak and plunged into the forest of the Galin Mountains - he wanted to reach the seaside quickly and then take a detour north.

, back to Pallas.

After all, Lucian, Drizzt and Graves should still be waiting there.

However, before Lucian could take two steps, the sun was about to set.

The nights in the Ghetto Sea are already cold enough. On Mount Galen, the coldness after the sun sets may be even more shocking. Yasuo knows that his physical strength is precious and cannot be used to resist the cold in vain!

I need to find a place to rest, and it's best to light a fire.

Considering that Varus might find him, Yasuo thought it would be best to find a place like a cave, which could at least block the firelight - and just as he was thinking this, a man who looked very suitable appeared in front of him.

Conditions of the cave.

Yasuo lit the fire and carefully entered the cave.

In the faint light of the fire, Yasuo saw a... Noxian soldier?

Subconsciously placing his hand on the hilt of the sword, Yasuo quickly extinguished the fire. Then, just as he was on guard, a slight gasp reached Noxus' ears.

This kind of wheezing, which is somewhat similar to a bellows, indicates that the opponent is in poor condition. Although Yasuo does not understand medical knowledge, after seeing it more often, he can understand what this sound means.

Lung injuries.

The Noxian here is a wounded man.

Yasuo was a little surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he lit the fire fold again.

Cautiously approaching the opponent, Yasuo looked at the opponent carefully with the help of the weak firelight.

It was true that he was wearing a Noxian military uniform - but it was not dressed like an elite regiment. The opponent did not have armor or exquisite mage robes.

They look... like those young soldiers or servants who were chased away by the Noxians.

Judging from the current environment, this is probably a Noxian deserter?

Yasuo held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and slowly lowered his left hand holding the fire fold, pushing the opponent's head with the back of his hand - following Yasuo's actions, the opponent turned his head unconsciously, revealing his face.

Faint freckles and a slightly childish face...

The other party does indeed seem to be a young soldier.

The brown skin and thick eyebrows illustrate the origin of this person - if nothing else, he is a Shuriman.

In the previous expansion of Noxus to the south, a series of northern Shurima cities including Uzeris, Bergun, and Tellishni all surrendered to Noxus, so the Noxian army

The presence of Shurimans among them is a perfectly normal phenomenon.

But for some reason, Yasuo always felt that this little guy looked familiar.

how could be?

Yasuo touched his chin in surprise - I didn't even see whether the other person was a boy or a girl, but he felt familiar, unless I had seen him before!

Wait, is it a boy or a girl?!

Yasuo lowered his fire fold again and placed his gaze on the opponent's neck.

There is no Adam's apple.

This is a girl.

Somehow, Yasuo remembered a name, and he tentatively called out the name.

"Taliyah?"

……………………

Taliyah felt like she was on fire.

The scorching flames that seemed to burn out everything burned not dry wood, but Taliyah's life.

High fever, Taliyah knew very well that she was suffering from a high fever - just like the one she had when she was seven years old.

That time, Taliyah was in a warm tent and could drink water constantly; her father and mother were by her side, humming the old tunes of the weaver.

But this time, Taliyah was in a cave somewhere, and could only rely on her thin Noxian military uniform to resist the cold wind after the sun went down.

In Taliyah's ears, the sound flowing past was not a song praising the Weaver Mother, but the low hum of the cold wind blowing through the pine trees. In this low singing, Taliyah only felt that her body was getting heavier and heavier.

It's light, as if it's about to float.

Am I going to die?

Then where will my soul go?

Was Nasus weighing his merits and demerits?

Or was he brought back to his hometown by the sheep spirit?

Or become one with Lingliu?

Taliyah wanted to think, but her mind was terribly divergent and devoid of any logic. At this moment, she thought of many things, including the legend of the Weaver and the past of Shurima; there were also the myths of Noxus, sheep and

Wolf mask.

In a daze, she even saw the sheep and the wolf walking together, walking towards her in the wind and snow.

Just like that, Taliyah, whose mind was full of confusion, lost consciousness again and again, and woke up again and again. In this half-dream and half-awake, she suddenly heard someone calling her name.

"Taliyah?"

Is the sheep spirit here?

Or Mr. Nasus?

Or maybe an Ionian god?

No matter who it is...you have to take my soul back to my hometown, right?

I am Taliyah, I am Taliyah from the Dashai Desert!

I made a choice at the coming-of-age ceremony. It was my own decision to leave my hometown. I am willing to face death, but no matter which god of death it is, please take my soul back to my hometown for burial!

"Well -" Taliyah wanted to respond instinctively, but her thirsty throat could only make a hoarse noise, "I, Dashai Desert -"

These two simple syllables seemed to exhaust all Taliyah's strength. She fell into coma again before she even had time to finish her sentence.

Before losing consciousness again, Taliyah felt a long-lost warmth - this warmth was as if she had returned home, to the woolen blanket, to the weaver's campfire, which made Taliyah

Ya's body, which was bent due to cold and illness, slowly stretched out.

A burst of coolness entered from the mouth, moisturizing Taliyah's throat, and expelled the fire burning her soul. This fire left Taliyah's body and came to her. When Taliyah tentatively opened her eyes,

When she opened her eyes, what she saw was a real bonfire!

Um?

Just when Taliyah was surprised, a gentle voice appeared beside her.
Chapter completed!