Chapter 401 Shurima

When Cassiopeia and Xiluo in Noxus boarded the airship of the Caucas with mixed feelings and a full load of items.

Shurima, Naerimajie.

Walking on the dirt road where the flow of people gradually increased, facing the respectful and grateful eyes of the people around her, Sivir's mouth curled up quietly, and nodded to the pale and thin people around her from time to time.

It has been more than half a month since she took over the livelihood of Shurima. During this period, Azir did not come back once and was still fighting outside.

But at the same time, there was a steady stream of people escorted by the sand soldiers to migrate to Naerimajie.

Before, according to Nasus's management, they were just randomly assigned accommodation. Except for a piece of building around the palace for future ascended gods, the rest were allocated according to each area.

If the east area is full, they will be sent to the south area, and if the south area is full, they will be sent to the west area, and so on.

As for the industry they are going to work in, whether they can make ends meet, Nasus has no time and ability to manage it.

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't fabricate industries and food for civilians.

But Sivir was different. With the help of the relationship between Kekao and the Empire, she openly let the Empire's airships continue to transport food here.

Every new and previous civilian got enough food to eat for the first two months in the form of loans.

For these hungry Shurima civilians, this food was like a blessing for those who had been in the desert for a long time, giving them a guarantee of survival.

As for the interest on loans, or the need to repay them through labor, these were simply small problems for them.

Under the rule of other warlords, they had to work as laborers, had insufficient food, and were in danger of life from time to time.

Their situation now was much better than it was then.

It was just that they needed to do some blacksmithing or assembly work. Doing these jobs, most Shurimans were grateful to Sivir.

The assembly parts that Sivir gave them were very valuable and looked very delicate and falling. They had never seen such things, and they had only heard that only the high-ranking warlords could have them.

Now Sivir has handed over the assembly work to them, and even if they mess up, they will only receive a very low punishment.

In their eyes, this is simply a saintly act.

In their eyes, Sivir is the one who truly saved them.

A new group of Shurimans just arrived at Narimaj, and Talia with short brown hair was mixed in the team.

When Sivir passed by, their team also stopped and imitated the people next to them to salute respectfully.

The weak respect the strong, which is something engraved in the blood of the Shurimans, and the degree of branding is even deeper than that of the Noxians. They don't even dare to overstep their boundaries.

Among the Shurimans, Talia is considered an outlier.

After watching Sivir walk away, she naturally ran to the side and asked familiarly:

"Who was that person just now? I saw that you were very respectful to him."

She had reason to be so curious.

When the people around saw the long-haired woman, their eyes were not the kind of numb respect in the face of the powerful, but a shining look.

She had seen this kind of look before. When she first knew what hope was, it was this kind of look.

The woman who could be stared at with such eyes was completely different from the Azir she had seen before.

"That is the God of Sivir, the crown prince of Shurima. Although we don't know what a crown prince is, she is really good to us!"

Next to him, a pale and thin uncle said happily.

"The crown prince refers to the next emperor."

Talia suppressed her surprise and asked curiously after the popular science:

"Did she do anything?"

"Look at this!"

The uncle proudly raised the exquisite bracelet in his hand. The bracelet shone with golden light under the sun, making the exquisite patterns on it more beautiful.

"Gold? No, why does it feel like magic?" Talia was surprised and doubtful.

Logically speaking, the uncle's patched outfit should not have such a thing at all.

"Haha, this is our identity bracelet. You can get it after you join the Nerimajie. I assembled this myself. Maybe you will get it when the time comes." The uncle said proudly.

What the uncle said immediately aroused Talia's strong curiosity.

She knew some magic herself and could see that this thing was a magical product with good opinions. Ordinary people like the uncle should not be related to it.

"Hurry up, tell me!"

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

"This has to start from the time when the god Sivir began to manage us." The uncle said enthusiastically with a smile on his face, "At the beginning, it was Lord Nasus who managed Nerimajie. He was also very good. He allocated a house for us, but there was nothing to eat, so we had to go hungry."

Talia knew what the uncle meant. Although he said that Nasus was good, he just didn't dare to say bad things about him.

Listening to what the uncle said, she could imagine how many people would starve to death if they were only given shelter but no food.

Although Narimaj is an oasis with plenty of water around, water alone is not enough to survive

"Later, the god Sivir said she would manage us. At first, we didn't know what would happen, but the situation was already like that, and it couldn't get any worse."

Speaking of this, the uncle's expression obviously changed. Even if it was just the emotions between the lines, there was a significant difference between Sivir and Nasus.

"At the beginning, Sivir was just like Lord Nasus, but more enthusiastic. But on the third day."

The uncle spread his arms and said with a beaming face:

"You don't know, that day there were many fat guys flying in the sky, covering the sky and the sun."

Hearing this, Talia couldn't help frowning: "Are you talking about the fat one like a circle, with axe and book patterns on it?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The uncle excitedly punched his hand, "That's it, it looks very big inside, it can probably hold hundreds of people."

"That's the Noxian airship! They."

Talia looked solemn, and wanted to talk about the other party's brutal behavior, but she opened her mouth and still didn't say it.

Looking at the uncle's expression, it is estimated that after finishing the story, he will still feel that Noxus is not as good as the warlords he has encountered before.

"Then what happened?"

Finally, Talia turned to ask about the follow-up.

"Then!" The uncle was excited, "Then a large number of people came down from above, and each of them carried a large sack of things in both hands."

"At the beginning, everyone didn't know what it was. But later, when the god Sivir gathered us in the square, we knew what it was."

The uncle became more and more excited, and his words matched his arm movements and said:

"It's so scary. In the square, the sacks are piled higher than the hill. It looks like there are tens of thousands of sacks. Do you know what it is?"