He Comes From the Void

After getting Uroa's potion, Kahn didn't use it because the effect was unknown, and put it together in a package and treasured it.

They move on along the Mother of Life.

Unfortunately, they are swimming upstream.

Otherwise, you can take a small boat and drift all the way down the river.

Not only is this fast and exciting, but it also creates many good memories for granted.

This regret made Kahn have the urge to go back and stab Sivir in the back, and then throw him into the emperor's tomb to revive Azir.

All the way down is very smooth, sometimes when the mood is good or when encountering difficult road conditions, Kahn will take Kaisha to fly a certain distance.

Until they were in a certain river, they found a frigate tightly wrapped in vines, and the vegetation even filled the surrounding streams.

At first glance, the ship appears to have grown out of a dense forest. There were something like broken pillars standing on the deck, and they could see what it was at a glance.

Those were the crew of the ship, each standing erect like a portrait covered in vines.

Kahn has been wrapped in this way, so the memory is deep.

"Ziera took this ship away." Kai'Sa sighed, if they didn't have this skin armor, they would have ended up like this.

"Noxus' strong ships and sharp guns can't open the vegetation here, which is why the southern rainforest has not been developed yet." Kahn didn't have much thought, stopped to watch for a while, and then continued on the road.

After another few weeks, they came to the delta of the Mang River and saw the edge of the sea.

There are dozens of land scattered here and there on the sea, including small sand dunes that can barely stand a person; there are also small islands that are large enough to accommodate a village.

The waterway is full of small boats and rafts, fishermen and local hawkers are doing business, and all kinds of men and women are standing on their swaying boats and shouting loudly, with all kinds of fresh fish and trinkets in the boxes.

The two hid in the woods to observe for a while, changed the skin armor into clothing similar to the local residents, and then walked out openly.

"Excuse me, where can I take a boat to Bilgewater Harbor?"

Coming to the side of a colorful sailboat, Kahn politely asked the peddler on the boat.

Because Kai'Sa is not used to socializing with people, this kind of thing is usually done by Kahn.

Kahn doesn't know the local dialect. Fortunately, many people here can understand the language of Shurima, so there is no problem in communication.

"Go north along the coast, and you can see the port when you go to Mud Town. If you are willing to pay some money, I can take you along the way when I go to do business."

The peddler is about thirty years old, with tanned skin, shiny and shiny, wearing a bamboo hat on his head, carrying a harpoon behind his back, showing a down-to-earth smile, and looks very fishy.

Kahn has some impressions of Mud Town. He originally wanted to go to sea here. Since there is no long-sea ship to Bilgewater, he can only move to Mud Town.

"Okay, I'll trouble you to do it for me." Kahn shook off the burden on his shoulders, and Kaisha took it and opened a slit, picked out a gold coin from it, and threw it to the peddler.

The peddler had a quick eye, grabbed the gold coin before it fell into the sea, took a bite to confirm the gold content, and whistled happily: "The gold coin given by the little beauty, I have to take it. It's too much, but I believe that you who are so generous You definitely don’t mind letting me work as a part-time tour guide by the way.”

Kaisha didn't speak, she had a cold face, she really didn't know how to deal with these slippery businessmen, and that compliment was not pure praise.

Although she felt that she might have given too much, she had no intention of giving change.

Kahn boarded the boat first, and Kaisha jumped over without help.

Although he was a little surprised by their athleticism, the hawker didn't ask too many questions.

The sailboat is not small, but it is crowded. It is full of personal items, and a folded tent takes up a lot of space.

Apparently the peddler was on board for all his basic necessities.

Kahn tried his best to avoid his belongings, and found an open space to sit down. There was no place to sit behind Kaisha, so he turned around awkwardly and was dragged by Kahn to sit on his lap.

As the peddler propped up the boat, a little swaying, Kahn put his arms around Kai'sa's waist, buried his face in her long hair, and deeply tasted the girl's scent.

"Where are you two from?" The peddler knew that he had picked up two guests from Shurima, so asking this was just to start a conversation.

"They come from the desert, they know how to 'craft' and go to sea to make quick money." Kahn said.

Craftsmanship is the art of killing, the peddler knew it, and he became a little more cautious when speaking, not daring to ask more questions.

And that's what Kahn wanted, he didn't want to answer questions about their strange appearance.

The peddler called the Mang River Delta the Dahe Basin, and he called himself a Dahe Nomad, and he was a bachelor who came out of the ethnic group to find work.

Because of their special living customs, people stay away from them and only care about the exotic goods they bring. So no matter where they anchored, their colorful sailboats received only a very short-lived courtesy.

However, the homeless people of the Great River like to gamble very much. They always set up gambling tables in the accompanying tents where they moored, and deal with the locals in this way.

After listening to what he said, Kahn looked at the pile of daily necessities and found a pack of cards.

He had no intention of playing cards, and what the peddler said reminded him of someone he might run into later on on the road.

"You said you were a river wanderer, so do you know Drizzt Fett?"

"Who is Drizzt? There is no such person in our clan." The peddler didn't respond, and continued to hold the wooden pulp.

Kahn thought it shouldn't be, then changed his name and asked again: "Tobias Felix."

Now the peddler remembered: "Oh~ Tobias, he was exiled by the tribe a long time ago, did you meet him in Shurima?"

"Exiled again?" Kai'Sa had just met an exiled Rengar not long ago, and felt very puzzled, why these tribes preferred to exile instead of giving them a chance to reform themselves.

"Tobias, with a hatred of alien prejudice, won a gang of thugs to their pants at the gambling table. The thugs sought revenge afterward, went from tent to tent for Tobias, and beat up all the River Rangers they saw. There was a meal, but the person who caused the incident ran away. Then Tobias was beaten for no reason for harming the tribe and was exiled from the tribe. Since then, I have never seen him again."

There was no emotion in the peddler's voice, as if he was talking about an after-dinner tea talk. No one cared where Tobias went in the end.