He Comes From the Void

　　 "Give you water and shade, my name is Taliyah."

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

　　 "Give you water and shade, Taliyah, my name is Kane."

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

　　 It was really her, he almost didn't recognize it-Taliyah was wearing a short coat and a silk robe. She hadn't been to Ionia yet, so she hadn't got the distinctive burqa.

　　 In addition, she is young and her facial features are different from what Kane had in mind.

　　 Now, many of the heroes in Runeterra are a few years younger than he remembers, and he should pay attention to it in the future.

　　 "Is that magic just now?" Taliyah asked.

　　 "What did you see?" Kane started acting stupid. No one else should have seen it.

　　 "I saw you knit the water." The freckled girl answered honestly.

　　 "It's just a little trick."

　　 "I will do a little too." Taliyah raised her hand, and the nearby stones vibrated, as if to greet her.

　　 "Can you only do this now?" Kane suddenly became interested.

　　 According to memory, Taliyah's talent will be fully awakened and out of control in the midsummer of sixteen years old-he wants to know how far she is now.

　　 "I can still expose the rock to the surface of the sand, but this is a big plug, and the rock is already exposed."

　　Taliyah lives more time in the hilly area of ​​Shurima, where the rock is rocky, and now they are migrating with the water source.

　　 Just as Kane wanted to say something, a camel bell rang.

　　 "It's dinner, I'll go back, and talk to you next time." Taliyah left these words and hurried back to the tribe, greeted them exactly one by one, polite and harmonious.

　　 "The little sparrow is not full of wings." Kane muttered to himself as he watched the petite figure drinking hot soup beside the smoke.

　　 "What did she say to you just now?" Kane felt a slap on the shoulder. Looking back, Keisha walked over from Kassadin.

　　 "Say you look so good."

"Why are you lying? I have seen the stones beating on the ground. You were discovered with magic? So she came to you to exchange magic." Keisha squinted at Kane, and said, "You actually lied to me, you're done. It's up!" expression.

　　 "I didn't lie, you are really good-looking, so good-looking."

　　 It would be okay if Kane had a hippy smile, but if he said such words affectionately on his face, Keisha would still blush even if he went straight.

　　 "Okay, I know, don't talk about it anymore, others will treat us as brothers and sisters."

　　 Keisha pushed Kane a bit and ran to Kassadin again.

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

　　 Without those huge behemoths, Kane suddenly felt more empty beside him.

　　 It was night, the temperature started to drop, and the wind blew on the sweaty short clothes, suddenly feeling a bit cold.

　　 "It's still a bit uncomfortable without wearing skin armor." Kane looked at the campfire of the Weaver's tribe not far away, the light of the fire beating in his eyes.

　　 The long night is about to begin, Kane said a few words to Kassadin, and then the latter led the two to talk with the weavers over the campfire.

　　 Grill the fire to keep warm, otherwise this lonely cold night would be too hard.

　　 Kassadin is good at talking, and soon leads the two to get along with these enthusiastic weavers. The shepherd, the dye mother, and the spinner also knew a few.

　　Because of the specific appearance, the topic is always biased towards the two of Keisha.

　　 "Are you brothers and sisters? They all have purple eyes and purple hair, and their skin is so white. This is the first time I have seen them."

　　 asked a young dyed woman.

　　 After accidentally seeing the two people's actions beyond the brother-sister relationship, these young girls can no longer contain the burning gossip soul.

　　 After asking this question, Kassadin was silent immediately, ready to see how the two would answer.

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

　　Because he knows that when he speaks, the relationship between the two will be revealed, and it will be even more unscrupulous.

　　 The two little ones have no guesses, depend on each other for life, and love each other. Kassadin really has no reason to separate the two, but he doesn't want to concede defeat in this silent war.

　　 Kane wants it, and that has to wait for him to fulfill his duties as a father. Otherwise, the daughter doesn't have a deep relationship with him, and in a blink of an eye, he forgot what to do with his old father?

　　 Kesha still cares about Kassadin's attitude. Seeing him keep silent, she stopped talking and looked at Kane.

　　 "Although we look alike, we are not related by blood." A smile on Kane's face, holding Kesha's hand: "We are a very good childhood sweetheart."

　　 "Oh, it turned out to be like this!" The weavers nodded and looked sideways. They understood-the two didn't have that kind of relationship, but they were fast.

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

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

　　 "In fact, we were all just like everyone at the beginning, but we were cursed to become like this later."

　　As soon as the front of the conversation turned, Kane attracted everyone's attention again.

　　 Kassadin raised his brows, but Kane seemed to have other plans, and continued to remain silent.

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

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

　　 Kane’s concocted experience aroused the sympathy of these weavers, and they began to discuss rumors about the prophet.

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

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

　　 Kassadin secretly admired that this kid Kane showed this kind of emotional intelligence when he first came into contact with outsiders. He was much more mature than his stupid daughter who didn't get into the topic and laughed silly at the side, and looked anxious.

　　 Sure enough, after the weavers exchanged, their leader spoke: "We weavers are a nomadic tribe, and the cults of the prophets are rumored to be active in towns, and there is no intersection."

　　 "These rumors were heard when we were dealing with people in towns. The members of the sect asked people to offer living sacrifices, so people sometimes came to us to buy sheep."

　　 "And the last time we heard from the Prophet was in Kennesser in the north."

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

　　 Kane looked at the wise Babayan that the chief said, she was the old grandmother of the tribe.

　　 At the moment she is sitting in the driving seat of the caravan, leaning on the shepherd's scepter and looking up at the sky. Her face was full of wrinkles of wisdom, and her every move seemed to be full of philosophy.

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

　　 Doing a play and making a full set, Kane's speech from a hot-blooded boy made the weavers all moved.

　　 These simple weavers are too easy to believe in others, and of course it is also related to Kane's young subconscious mind that he can't lie.

　　 Now that we talked about Kenneth, these weavers also talked about news from several other northern cities.

"The war between Shurima North and Noxus was originally a one-sided situation, but those Noxians who were steadily fighting have taken over several port cities such as Bergen and they could have attacked. Up."

　　 "General Jericho Swain launched a coup ~www.wuxiahere.com~ successfully overthrew and executed Emperor Bron Darkwell and became the commander of Noxus."

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

　　 The fact is indeed the case. Today's Shurima is no longer glorious, and it is already a mess.

In addition, Noxian’s policy on the defeated side is loose. The Noxian expatriates are willing to live peacefully with the defeated aboriginals. They are allowed to exchange food and trade preferences. The troops stationed in the settlements will also provide military forces against local looters. protection.

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

　　 In this situation, many Shurima people voluntarily took refuge in Noxus and started business.

　　 Those occupied cities have become more prosperous.

　　 "The truce is finally here, and at least I can recuperate for a few years."

　　 Kassadin was tinkering with a bonfire with a wooden stick, the light of the fire beating on his dry eyes.

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

　　 The world is changing too fast, he sighs.

　　 clang clang clang clang----

　　 A rush of camel bells suddenly rang, and it spread all over the camp in a moment.

　　 The chief stood up, saw the clamor of the camel team running not far away, and shouted solemnly: "It's Shakar, the old people and children hid in the tents, and the young people took up arms with me!"

　　 The weavers rioted, and the figures went to their tents to fetch weapons in disorder.

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

　　 are sand bandits, a band of bandits in the desert.