The Glory of Noxus.

It's Shakar!

Taliyah's eyes darkened, and she accurately identified the identity of the attacker across the rolling yellow sand.

In the wilderness desert, dozens of robbers in gray robes suddenly appeared like jackals.

They wore headscarves to shield themselves from the sun, wind and sand, revealing sharp and crazy eyes, and were equipped with reinforced bone plates that were hard and cold.

Each raider held a sharp polearm in his hand, slicing through the scorching air as he swung it.

Suddenly!

Wild cries rang out, full of anticipation and greed for prey.

This group of looters rushed over at a terrifying speed, and the yellow sand under their feet was lifted up and turned into huge sand waves, like surging sea waves, boosting their momentum.

They are none other than the notorious Shakkar of the Shurima continent, famous for their agility and murderous nature.

No one knows where their nest is.

However, this nomadic bandit group left many terrifying rumors in Shurima, intimidating countless weak tribes in the desert.

Taliyah remembered when she left Shurima and sailed to the capital of Noxus.

The Shakar had already ravaged the Great Desert.

Unexpectedly, they managed to survive the siege by the Noxian Empire warband.

The front of the caravan.

Xiamara and the Chamber of Commerce guards were sitting on the back of the giant Duoman beast. They saw the sand waves rising in front of them and their expressions froze.

She is a native of Shurima, born in a rocky hilly area. She has put in countless sweat and efforts to have her current status and position.

Seeing the Shakar raiders rolling in, she pursed her lips, and a bone-chilling chill shot out from her black marble pupils.

"Ready to fight!"

This caravan trip seemed to be arranged by Lord Jarl himself, and was dealing in the business of Narimaj silk.

In fact, it was a trade journey to cooperate with the distinguished guests hiding in the caravan.

Before leaving Beljum, Xiamara told herself that she must not allow any accidents to happen in this caravan trade.

Because this not only affects whether she can leave a good impression in Lord Jarl's heart.

At the same time, it also affects her possibility of promotion in the future.

As Xiamara's order was given, the guards of the caravan acted quickly, took off the standard Hextech spears on their backs, and quickly formed a formation.

The slaves following the caravan were also wearing chain mail and holding shields, scattered around the caravan.

In the desolate desert, a tense and cold atmosphere permeated the air.

Xiamara jumped off the back of the giant Doman beast and took out the scimitar from his waist. A brown glow covered the blade.

She stared at the approaching Shakar raiders, calmness and cruelty becoming her strongest weapons at the moment.

Whoops! Whoops!

The sky was filled with yellow sand, and the howling wind was mixed with the shouts of the looters.

The grey robes they wore fluttered in the wind and seemed to blend in with the surrounding yellow sand, making it difficult to distinguish them.

Thick veils covered most of their faces, and their spear-like weapons flashed coldly in the scorching sun, as if foreshadowing the upcoming bloody massacre.

As the distance shortened, the air temperature became a little hotter.

Xiamara, however, remained unmoved and stared closely at the group of Shakar raiders, waiting for the best moment to strike.

The reason why she dared to confront these Shakar raiders head-on was not only because she was confident in her own strength.

He also had full confidence in the weapons of the caravan guards.

Because the Hextech standard spears held by the guards are improved products.

It was originally intended for use by the manor guards, but Jarl specially approved it for the caravan guards for this caravan trip.

When the wind and sand hit your face, when the Shakar raiders rushed forward, and when pairs of bloodthirsty eyes were cast over.

Xiamara raised his left hand high and brought it down fiercely, his roar echoing through the desert.

"Everyone. Free shooting!"

The back of the giant Doman beast at the rear of the caravan.

Taliyah looked at the dancing yellow sand storm in the sky, thought for a while, and prepared to get up to help.

"Don't worry, Taliyah!"

Huo Jixing spoke softly to stop Talia from taking the next action.

"You must believe in the strength of the caravan."

He looked at the Shakar raiders in the distance, using their extraordinary skills to create a yellow sand storm.

Surprisingly, there were no extraordinary people in this team that came from afar.

Upon hearing this, Taliyah's gentle face showed confusion.

The Shakar Raiders are no ordinary bandit group; they excel at fighting in desert environments.

Even the Noxian Empire's warband could not destroy this group of crazy guys in the Great Desert.

If a normal caravan encounters them, they will definitely be killed and robbed, or even eaten (in very rare cases).

Huo Jixing smiled without saying anything, waiting for the battle ahead.

The Shakar raiders are indeed quite powerful and have a very high level of skills.

Unfortunately, they are just ordinary people after all.

Facing the ranks composed of caravan guards and slaves, they were bound to suffer heavy losses.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

As soon as Xiamara finished speaking, bursts of sharp and piercing sounds pierced through the yellow sand.

The caravan guards were well-trained. They aimed their Hextech standard rifles at the Shakar raiders rushing towards them and pulled the trigger.

However, the team of thirty people showed extremely terrifying destructive power at this moment.

The energy beam shot out from the Hextech standard spear penetrated the yellow sand storm and directly hit the body of the Shakar Plunderer.

As shrill screams rang out, the Shakar raiders at the front fell one after another.

The grey robe he was wearing was torn into pieces, and the reinforced bone plate and a bloody calf rolled into the desert.

It was just a meeting.

The Shakar raiders, who had been unbridled and shouting wildly, were instantly hit hard.

But they could not retreat. The momentum of the attack had already begun, and they could only pounce on the caravan guards who were lined up in formation.

Smelling the bloody and burning smell in the air, the Shakar Raider accelerated again.

At the same time, they swayed from side to side in an attempt to deceive the caravan guards' shooting.

The second round of shooting begins.

The caravan guards raised their lips and looked at the twisting Shakar raiders with amusement.

The Hextech standard spears in their hands are not ordinary bows and crossbows.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The desert sands concealed the blood of the battle.

The Shakar raiders suffered another horrific blow, and their fragile bodies were covered in sticky blood as they fell to the hot yellow sand.

However, they were, after all, a bandit group rampaging in the desert, and they continued to charge towards the caravan without fear of death.

However, under the killing power of Hextech standard spears, the team that once consisted of dozens of people was reduced to only more than ten people when they rushed to the front of the formation.

Waiting for them were the caravan slaves who were ready for battle and had strong fortifications.

Armed with shields and swords, they withstood the onslaught of the Shakar raiders.

Sonorous! Sonorous! Sonorous!

The sharp spear stabbed out and landed on the shield forged from fine steel, making a crisp metallic collision sound.

The slaves had no way to retreat. They used their lives to build a wall of flesh and blood to resist the brutal attacks of the Shakar raiders.

At the rear of the battlefield, the caravan guards remained calm, and with their precise shooting skills, they harvested the remaining forces of the Shakar raiders.

The battle lasted for a cup of tea.

Until the last Shakar raider fell at Shamarra's feet.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief and put down the scimitar in her hand.

This bloodbath-like battle ended with the victory of the Midalda caravan.

The strong smell of blood in the air drifted away with the wind and sand.

"Clean the battlefield!"

Xiamala looked at the corpses and blood all over the ground, grinned and said with a smile.

Most of the bodies were those of Shakar raiders, and some belonged to caravan slaves who had died in battle.

These slaves had already signed a permanent indenture, so there was no need for subsequent compensation.

When the caravan guards heard Xiamara's voice, they happily cleaned up the battlefield, and from time to time they would give the final blow to the Shakar raiders who were not yet dead.

When they were done, the surviving slaves swarmed over and took everything from the Shakar raiders.

According to the caravan's rules, this was the reward given to them for their victory.

As for the remaining bodies, they are left to the merciless desert.

"What are those things?"

A look of surprise emerged on Taliyah's gentle face, and her eyes involuntarily fell on the Hextech standard spears carried by the caravan guards.

"Those are weapons made from Piltover's great invention, Hextech."

Huo Jixing still maintained a calm expression and was not surprised at the victory before him.

The Shakar raiders, these bandits active in the Great Sai Desert, are just a group of ordinary people.

Although they have good skills and their long-handled weapons are very sharp.

But in front of the Hextech standard spear, it seemed so fragile and helpless.

The battle between the Shakar raiders and the caravan guards was like the terrifying suppression of cold weapons by hot weapons in the previous life.

It is the crushing of primitive power by industrial power.

It is no exaggeration to say that Hextech weapons are more suppressive than thermal weapons.

"Hextech?"

Taliyah murmured to herself, glanced at the cleaned bloody battlefield, and suppressed the doubts in her heart.

"The Shakar raiders who attacked this time are a small gang of robbers. If there are any extraordinary people around, we still need to remind them."

As Taliyah was talking, she thought of the amazing power of the Hextech standard spear and suddenly didn't know how to continue.

An ordinary transcendent would probably not be able to escape death when facing the concentrated fire of Hextech standard spears.

She lowered her head in thought, thinking of the Wandering Weaver Tribe. If her own people had such weapons, perhaps they could protect them from being engulfed by the sandstorms of Shurima.

The crimson afterglow of dusk spread across the blood-stained desert.

Xiamara led the caravan guards and slaves to clean up the battlefield and set off again.

Before leaving, she glanced at the giant Duoman beast behind her, composed herself, and waved to move forward.

Time is like sand, passing through your fingertips.

Three days later, after a long journey, the Midalda caravan finally broke free from the desert and arrived at a small oasis.

Kennesser!

When the edge of the oasis appeared before their eyes like a hazy veil, the members of the caravan cheered.

This is a small city that looks like a grocery market, located in the center of an oasis and is very bustling.

From afar, you can see crowded crowds moving around in the city, and felt tents winding like long dragons, forming a unique landscape.

Huo Jixing looked into the distance and saw thousands of colorful clouds rising in the red-gold field of vision.

There are many powerful and extraordinary people among them.

Xiamara did not arrange for the caravan to enter Kennesor directly, but instead stationed it on the edge of the city, preparing to trade some items.

After settling the caravan, she came to the Duoman beast where Huo Jixing was.

"Mr. Charles, we will stay in Kennesor for half a day."

"If you have nothing to do, you can stay here or go to Keneser."

"Okay, thank you for informing me."

Huo Jixing chuckled and nodded, indicating that he understood.

Xiamara is worthy of being a native whom Jarl values, and she acts cautiously.

After getting rid of the Shakar raiders, the caravan continued its journey without any accidents.

Taliyah, who was beside her, heard what Xiamara said and asked after hesitating for a moment.

“Will your subsequent trip pass through Vikaura?”

Huo Jixing did not answer, but looked at Xiamala, waiting for her answer.

"Sorry, Taliya, we are not going to Vikaola. The next stop is Zuruita." Xiamara shook her head at Taliya.

This was the route Lord Jarl had set when he was in Beljuin, and she had no right to change it.

"Oh, in that case, we'll have to say goodbye in Kennesor."

Taliyah stood up, carrying her package, and jumped off the back of the giant Doman beast.

"Thank you for your careful care during this period. If you need my help, you can find me at the Wandering Weaver Tribe."

She bowed slightly to express her inner gratitude.

"Talia, how long do you plan to stay in Kennesor?" Huo Jixing asked curiously.

Earlier, Taliyah said that she wanted to return to the tribe and use her own power to protect her people.

However, with the passage of time, I wonder if the once wandering weaver tribe is still where people remember it.

"I will leave Kennesor after I buy the supplies." Taliyah raised her eyes, seeming a little confused.

"Then let's go together. The caravan will stay here for half a day. I'll go shopping with you."

"Ok!"

Taliyah's eyes narrowed into crescents and a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

During this period, she and Huo Jixing got along quite well and talked about many interesting things in the Valoran continent.

Of course, she doesn’t know Huo Jixing’s true identity yet, otherwise she would never do this.

Xiama La wanted to say something, but under Huo Jixing's gaze, she had to swallow her words.

"It's only half a day, there shouldn't be any accidents."