Take Lanqi and put on the fire cloak Yasuo skipped over the Hurricane Sword Master and became the cremated sword master directly - every time the whirlwind slashes out, the fire cloak will burst out with an astonishing flame.

The result is... the person who is swept up by a hurricane will be ignited by flames in the air, cremated on the spot, and ashes will ascend to heaven.

Yasuo really didn't expect that there would be such a wonderful combination, and the suona was a funeral.

Ounn, that's OK!

At the end of the song, Yasuo looked at the ashes scattered all over the sky and finally silently put away the suona.

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The Cassadin people who witnessed the whole process were dumbfounded.

What are these?

After the three swords, except for a few trembling gunners on the sand dune behind, the entire sand thief group was cleared.

And the remaining survivors... were completely stupid.

On these people, a thick layer is filled with ashes that have been transformed into the bodies of their companions.

The impact of this scene on the psychology is amazing.

Shurima is a country that emphasizes funeral culture. The dignitaries will build a grand tomb for themselves, and the peddlers will bring their favorite things to the tomb together.

This culture that emerged when the Shurima Empire was prosperous did not decline with the decline of the empire, but became more and more intense. The Shurima people who lost their empire, lost their glory, and lost their direction began to look forward to the future after death, which instead made them more devoted to funerals.

Even though the tomb robbery storm is becoming increasingly prosperous, explorers from Piltwolf use various wonderful Hex devices to carry out "profit-making archaeology" on Shurima's tombs, but it still has not stopped Shurima people from being enthusiastic about the funeral industry.

You know, even the vicious sand thief will be buried by his accomplices after his death, and their most cherished treasure will be buried together. Whoever takes the opportunity to attack will only arouse public anger!

In this case, cremation and lifting the ashes is the top punishment.

And Yasuo's set is simply indescribable, especially the suona that is like the finishing touch. Although the Shurima people have never seen such an instrument, the music has no borders. Anyone who hears it can understand the meaning of funeral.

This is much scarier than torture.

When Scarash finally arrived in front of the dunes and Kasardin came down to be a translator, and Yasuo began to ask about the sand thieves, these gunners were all told, fearing that their ashes would fly all over the sky.

From these guys, Yasuo finally confirmed that this was just a simple intention to see money, and the other party's goal was this huge Scalash.

That's good.

Then, just as Yasu was thinking about how to deal with these prisoners, these gunners came to Kasardin, who seemed easier to talk to, hugged his thighs and began to cry. After listening, Kasardin turned to Yasuo to translate their words.

"These sand thieves know that they are 'sinful' and are willing to commit suicide." After organizing the language for a little while, Kasardin sighed, "They just hope that you can keep the whole body for them, and leave their bodies and relics together in the dunes forever."

Yasuo was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then finally nodded.

There were several more red flowers in the desolate sand dunes, and the wind blew up dust and sand, burying the last few members of the Desert Storm Sandstorm Group here - because this was the first business after the firefight, the entire Sandstorm Group came out in full swing, and now it is dead.

After taking a look at the sand dune that seemed to have nothing happened, Yasuo lightly returned to the hanging basket under Scarash's abdomen, lit a stove of incense, and silently closed his eyes.

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The robbery of the sand thieves is the only episode of this trip to the Great Seyat desert.

With Kasardin, the old guide and Scarash who only carries four people, this desert journey is not too difficult under sufficient material conditions.

At most, it will be a little hot during the day, cold at night, and a little dirty due to lack of water and wind.

After a little supply to Zurita ancient city, the huge Scarash took four people for a month and a half to finally pass through the Dasai desert.

Under Kassadin's guidance, they arrived at the third fork of the Kharry River - when a rushing stream and the river roared at the edge of vision, even Riven, who had been expressionless, showed relief.

"This is the Khali River." Kasadin, who stood up, pointed to the great river in the distance. "This was once the birthplace of the Shurima civilization. The snow water melted from the Giant God Peak came from the west and went east, forming the only river in Shurima."

"The only river?"

"That's right." Kasadin nodded, "In Shurima, only the Kehali River can be called a river, and other waters are named rivers-Rek River, Faraj River, and the Hali River and Seermuhara River are all tributaries of the Kehali River."

"That's it." Yasuo also stood up, put his hand on the pergola and looked at the gray Khali River in the distance. "Is this the difference between the river and the river in Shurima?"

"Yes." Kasardin nodded again, "and, the Harry River is also the only current flowing under the Giant God Peak. In the eyes of those Larkels, this is the holy river."

Yasuo stopped talking, but narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully at the Kehali River winding in the desert in the distance - for Shurima, this river that ran through the entire Shurima continent from west to east, and finally formed a large number of deltas in the Kumanjun jungle, and finally merged into the Sea of ​​Watch should be the real mother river, right?

After the collapse of the empire and the decline of the oasis, the Harry River was probably the only source of water and hope for the Shurima people living in the inland. The roaring river nourished a narrow oasis belt along the river. I heard Kasardin mentioned that although there was turmoil here, it at least maintained the survival of countless people.

For some reason, Yasuo remembered his little apprentice, the little sparrow who always smiled.

At this moment, Yasuo's eyes seemed to have traveled through time.

But the Harry River itself has no emotion - but it has witnessed the rise and fall of the entire Shurima Empire as it has flowed for thousands of years.

In the era of ignorant civilization, the ancestors of Shurima once settled down by drinking water on the riverside.

In the era of the Glorious Empire, the warriors of the Ascension once bathed in the river with glory.

In the era of Dark War, the survivors of the war once hid traces in this river.

In the era of the decline of the country, the liberated slaves once missed the emperor by the river.

To this day, the ancient Shurima Empire has long fallen apart, as if it has dispersed all its glory.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the rapid flow of the Harry River.
Chapter completed!