The Glory of Noxus.

Beljum.

A busy and orderly port terminal.

The early morning sun shone obliquely on the dark blue sea, and a ship fully loaded with cargo was slowly approaching against the glow.

The blue flag hanging on the mast flutters in the sea breeze, and the engraved patterns are complex and mysterious, like an ancient legend from the Ionian Islands.

On the sturdy deck, a girl with short brown hair stood quietly, looking over the side of the ship at the city that came into view.

The girl was wearing a bright red coat, which was particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.

The collar of the coat is cleverly inlaid with decorations that resemble lark feathers.

The lining is a soft purple, which contrasts sharply with the red of the jacket, yet remains harmonious.

She wore a pair of linen trousers on her lower body, which looked comfortable and soft.

The girl's brown eyes were filled with memories as she looked at the approaching Beljun.

She had almost forgotten how much she missed the hearth-like warmth of Shurima.

On the yellow sandy land, hundreds and thousands of people gathered together, joining hands like clouds, sweating like rain, talking and laughing loudly at a very fast speed, bargaining, swearing, etc.

Outsiders seeing this would always think they were arguing.

"my hometown.!"

Taliyah whispered softly that in her past travels, she had never seen such passionate and unrestrained customs and practices anywhere else.

Ionia is like a fairyland, and the tundra of the Freljord is also uniquely magnificent.

But when she stepped onto the port dock of Bergjune, the scorching sun of Shurima instantly burned away all these memories.

Taliyah closed her eyes and sensed the bedrock deep within the land. The shudder she felt reminded her of the spiced tea that Babayan had brewed.

She let out a light breath, listened to the familiar voice in her ears, walked up the stone steps to the dock, and the smile on her face was almost reaching her ears.

Even though a black stone used to maintain Noxtora passed over her head, it did not affect her mood.

Taliyah did not stay at the dock for long, because the several Noxian warships docked at the port reminded her of bad memories.

The Noxian Imperial Navy, the Ionian Islands, and a devastating war.

She was very nervous, afraid that someone would recognize her former identity.

There are so many powerful extraordinary people participating in the war, they shouldn't remember a beginner like her.

Taliyah quickly left the dock and entered the city to buy some supplies for the trip, and accidentally heard a message in the market.

The news that caravans brought back from the depths of the Shurima Desert was either contradictory or simply incredible.

For example, warriors transformed from yellow sand, arcane thunderstorms descending from sunny days, water sources appearing out of nowhere that no one has remembered, etc.

After listening to this, Taliyah frowned slightly. Could it be that the being who had died for countless epochs was really going to be reborn?

She hurriedly bought supplies and came to the south gate of Bergen, waiting for a caravan willing to take her.

However, many caravans that walked out of the city gate saw that Taliyah was a petite and weak woman and directly rejected her request.

"Hey, it looks like a caravan from Piltover?"

Taliyah spotted a fully armed merchant caravan walking out of the city gate, glanced at the emblem engraved on the carriage, and went to meet them.

In her impression, Piltover's caravans operated extensively, occasionally carrying guests on long journeys.

"Hello, can you give me a ride?"

She looked at the leader of the caravan, a skinny woman with cold eyes like polished black marble.

"Sorry, we won't take you." Xiamara refused directly.

She then led the caravan behind her out of Bergjune, leaving Taliyah behind after being rejected.

Taliyah is a wandering wizard with the power to manipulate rock.

But the Shurima Desert is too vast and boundless. Once a transcendent loses his direction, it will completely bury him.

Therefore, few people choose to cross the Shurima Desert alone.

Just as Taliyah continued to wait for the next caravan, Xiamara, who had been away for a long time, returned riding on the giant Doman beast.

The Doman beast is a creature unique to the continent of Shurima. It is huge and moves slowly.

They have massive chitinous carapaces to protect them, and their evolutionary abilities allow them to survive Shurima's long droughts and harsh conditions.

It is an indispensable choice for most caravans when traveling long distances!

"Follow the team." Xiamala looked at the woman in front of him and said in a deep voice.

"Ah, my name is Taliyah, thank you very much for your help."

Taliyah looked stunned at first, then showed a look of surprise and bowed to express her gratitude.

After a while.

Taliyah sat quietly on the back of the giant Doman beast, and the huge felt tent blocked out the scorching sun.

Next to her was a man with a simple face and a gauze headscarf.

Seeing Talia's observant gaze, Huo Jixing turned his head slightly and his eyes fell on her.

Taliyah!

When he left Bergjun, he recognized Talia's identity because of her eye-catching outfit and the abnormally abundant magical energy in her body.

It was he who ordered Xiamara to go and bring Taliyah with him.

Yes, Huo Jixing changed his appearance again and became a member of the caravan.

And Shamara is the caravan consul of the Midarda family.

Arranged personally by Jarl, he was responsible for assisting Huo Jixing on this long journey.

"Hello, my name is Charles." Huo Jixing stretched out his right hand and greeted him.

Taliyah smiled, shook her hand lightly, and then withdrew her hand.

"Hello, my name is Taliyah."

She seems to be always full of enthusiasm, innocent and determined.

But some people took her gentleness and kindness as cowardice, and eventually paid the price for their stupidity.

"Where are you going?"

"I followed the caravan to Kennesor."

Xiamara's caravan was engaged in the business of Narimaj silk, and their plan for this trip was to go south to Keneser.

The Doman beast also carries some of the specialties of Beljum on its back, such as the wool and horn plates of mammoth sheep.

It can be made into felt, which is very warm.

They first transported it to Keneser for trading, buying local specialties, and then went to Narimaj.

They would also pass by some markets and cities along the way for supplies and trade.

"Oh, Keneser is somewhat notorious, so be careful when passing through the nearby Great Sai Desert."

Talia started a conversation with Huo Jixing based on her own memory.

She could tell Huo Jixing was a businessman from the gauze headscarf he was wearing.

"The Great Desert?"

Huo Jixing thought of a huge desert area near Kennesor and nodded slightly.

There is still one way to survive in the unforgiving land of Shurima.

Then become a raider, and then join a strong enough bandit group.

They survive not by their own labor or trade, but by violence.

"Don't worry, our caravan is very strong, those bandit groups don't dare to come over."

Huo Jixing noticed that the snow-white Poro in his arms was getting restless, so he quietly pressed the little guy, signaling it to be quiet.

"Oh, I've also heard about the power of the Piltover Chamber of Commerce. It seems that you possess the power of so-called Hextech weapons." Taliyah asked curiously.

She was in the Ionian Islands, learning to control her rock magic powers, when she came across the Piltover caravan.

"Hmm, yes."

Huo Jixing stretched out his hand and pointed at the giant Duoman beast that was slowly moving forward. There was a small team of caravan guards on its back.

"See the metal weapons they are carrying? They are energy weapons made by Hextech."

"If there were looters coming, you'd see the weapons unleash incredible amounts of damage."

Talia supported her chin with her palm and nodded repeatedly after hearing Huo Jixing's words.

Suddenly!

She sensed the movement of the bedrock deep in the ground and realized that a group of people were rapidly approaching the caravan in the distance.

It's Shakar!