Except for Ji Xing, no one noticed the scarecrow disappearing in the desert, nor the approaching horror.

Nasus' mind was completely attracted by Renekton's aura, and even Xerath took a step back.

The dune hounds persuaded one by one: "Aatrox, you can't forget who turned us into this, right?"

"Rayaste? Yes, he betrayed us shamefully, but more importantly, he fell into the tricks of the Twilight Star Spirit Maisha back then!"

"Don't you want to climb Mount Targon and completely destroy those abominable star spirits who secretly dominate and guide this world?"

"It's impossible for one person to do it, far from it. We must unite together and combine our efforts to rule the world again!"

Nayafili once collapsed because the majestic warriors of the gods could only live in the bodies of dogs. Later, he slowly accepted it and gradually felt the power of group and cooperation.

So she has been looking for other dark descendants, especially powerful allies like Aatrox, and will not miss the opportunity she finally found.

She tried her best to persuade, but Aatrox didn't give any feedback, but Xerath had some ideas.

The ancient wizard spirit thought that his accumulation of more than two thousand years would make him invincible in Runeterra, but he suffered successive defeats, not to mention Ji Xing, Aatrox, and the resurrected Azir who defeated him with "secret calculations".

There is no opponent he can kill with full confidence.

If you want to rule this world and be the master yourself, you can't do it without enough subordinates.

Aatrox and Naya Feili are both familiar and unfamiliar gods warriors to him. Their current situation is very wrong. If I know more about them, can they become sharp blades in my hands?

While he was wandering and thinking, a voice suddenly echoed in the desert.

"You are free... Xerath... my brother!" The voice was as harsh as a cat's claws scratching glass, and like a demon from the abyss whispering: "Shurima... no more slaves!"

Chill rose from his heart, freezing his soul for an instant. Even when he was defeated by Ji Xing, Xerath was mostly angry, but at this moment, his heart was occupied by fear!

This sentence was too familiar to him. It was what Azir said before the ascension ceremony. Aatrox and Nayafeli beside him seemed to have turned into the guards who stood next to him because of Azir's words.

, expressed blessings and congratulations to him.

After that, he violently pushed Azir out of the ascension ceremony and killed his best friend and brother who had just given him freedom!

"...Who is it?! Azir?!" He roared tremblingly, peeking at the place where the sound came from.

Aatrox and Nayafili looked over earlier, and they saw a scarecrow standing dozens of meters away, looking at them with an eerie smile and sharp teeth.

"Scarecrow...could it be said..." The dune hounds showed human shock.

The scarecrow's mouth opens and closes, chanting new fears: "Estrus? Mating? Hunting instinct... the way to continue life!"

"I am a Celestial Warrior...I am Aatrox...I will not be imprisoned!"

The hot wind of the desert was as biting as the Freljord in an instant, piercing the deepest shadows in the hearts of the two Darklings! What they most feared and rejected was nakedly exposed, and the devil's whispers kept hammering their souls!

The soul is trembling and the strength is disappearing.

"Fiddlesticks?!" The knowledgeable Nasus spat out the name in disbelief: "Why does it appear here?!"

"I'm afraid it's because you all have fear." Ji Xing said, "Isn't that its delicacy?"

Ancient fear, Fiddlesticks!

There are countless rumors about it in the world. People say that it walks on the edge of the world, wielding a sickle to harvest people's fears and destroy the sanity of those who are unfortunate enough to meet it.

Most people in the world regard it as a ghost story to scare children. Only those who understand this world know that Fiddlesticks is real!

It was born from the first scream of fear in humans. It is a demon that represents fear. It has the same essence as the secret demon in Swain, the King of Rivers, but it cannot be regarded as a life of the same level.

It is the head of the top ten demons! The most terrifying and evil life form in Rune Continent!

"Brother... lock him up... lock me up with him quickly!" Xu Shi noticed the conversation between Nasus and Ji Xing, and the scarecrow peered over, and the words with the power of fear penetrated the words.

The soul of Nasus.

The celestial warrior who was not defeated by Xerath was almost paralyzed by these words, and his forehead was full of sweat. Ji Xingxu gave him a hand, and his eyes met the scarecrow's fake eyes.

"It smells so good... brain flower... I want to eat it! Eat it!" The scarecrow paused for two seconds and finally expressed Ji Xing's 'fear'.

Ji Xing's expression did not waver, but his heart became slightly solemn: "Can even I be able to 'see through' it? Although it is a few versions behind, this is definitely a rule-based life."

He felt that the mark of fear had locked him. If his soul had not been unshakable, he would have tasted the long-lost feeling of fear.

According to legend, no one who has seen Fiddlesticks can survive. Although we don’t know how this legend came about, no matter whether it is the divination results or rational judgment, today I am afraid that no one can be as good as the first two demons.

It's gone!

Ji Xing's staff is slightly raised.

puff--

The sharp spikes gathered by the sand and dust rose up and tore the weird scarecrow into pieces in an instant! The old straw and fixed wooden stakes flew in all directions, returning to their most ordinary appearance.

It was just ordinary grass and wood, transformed into a scarecrow under the power of fear, a prop to project Fiddlesticks' power.

At this moment, the fear control of everyone except Ji Xing was finally lifted, and Fiddlesticks' true identity was finally revealed!

It seems to have descended from another space. The main part is still a human shape made of dry straw. It is tall and thin, as if a strong wind can blow it away, but it still exudes a sense of existence that cannot be ignored.

Its head is a huge skull made of woven straw. The face is empty, with only two eyes shining with evil light as the focus. The gloomy mouth takes up most of it, and a shabby scarf hangs around its neck, swaying in the wind.

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Fiddlesticks' arms are long and twisted, holding a huge scythe in his hand, symbolizing the power of harvesting the end of life. Its body is made of countless straw bundles, and some decayed wood chips or pieces can also be seen on it.

Rusty iron nails.

"I'm so...scared..."

As Hell whispered, its figure flashed like a slide, leaving frightening afterimages in many places, and appeared next to... Xerath, wielding a scythe to attack!

Why me again?! When fear struck, Xerath's rage broke through it.

As an ancient witch spirit, a dark wizard with countless knowledge, he knows Fiddlesticks better than anyone else. There is only one reason to attack him first, and the fear in him is the strongest!

How is this possible? At least Nasus should be ahead of me. I spent hundreds of years bewitching Renekton's mind! He expected brothers to fight each other, he believed Nasus was weak, and

I...have no fear!

"Get away! Disgusting thing!"

The witchcraft energy exploded, blocking the scythe from slashing down. After the strong energy impact briefly smoothed out the wind and waves, it turned into a dark pillar with a diameter of 100 meters and rose into the sky, making night fall in Shurima earlier!

Xerath lost his temper and roared: "It's not me who should be afraid, it's Azir!"

"Without me, the assassination that claimed the lives of all his siblings in his childhood would have killed him. I saved his life!"

"Without me, his father would continue to give birth to new children, shaking his inheritance rights!"

"Without my assistance, he would not be easily recognized by his subjects after he takes office. I will help him handle most of the government affairs!"

"Without me, he wouldn't have been able to become the first emperor recognized by the gods after being promoted to Empress Wu, and he wouldn't have been able to get the chance to ascend!"

"But what about him? What did he do?!"

"He promised me to free all the slaves in Shurima after he succeeded to the throne, but he made me wait for decades! He was only worried about the instability of his throne, and he was only worried about the nobles whose interests he had touched.

Shake his rule!"

"He has never regarded me as a slave as a true friend. Brother, I will always be a useful tool for him! Didn't he give me freedom until the moment before ascension? Give me a surprise? Mortals are still to the ascendants.

slave!"

"Nothing will change. Our status and relationship will not change! Azir has never fulfilled his promise. The so-called surprises are just random gifts when he is in a good mood!"

Scenes from long ago echoed in Xerath's mind. Most of those happy memories and those disgusting memories were forgotten after he became a Witch Spirit, but they were remembered by him again at this moment.

Yes, he was not wrong.

The decadent Shurima dynasty and Azir who broke his promise should turn into sand!

Xerath's power surged and grew, forcing Fiddlesticks' scythe to keep rising.

But Ji Xing, who retreated far away, whispered: "Xerath is finished." Nasus looked solemn, but did not put forward the opposite opinion.

An ancient witch spirit who has lost all humanity should not be so verbose and have no regrets. The scene in front of him only means that the fear in Xerath's heart is constantly tumbling, and will soon reach its limit and collapse.

!

Sure enough, the next moment, Fiddlesticks' eerie voice echoed again: "It's too late... My brother. I'm ready... to seize your ascension ceremony... It's too late... I can't

Stop it...you become an ascended person...I will definitely die."

Xerath's movements froze, and all the reasons he had given himself collapsed in front of the truth.

Yes, just because it's too late.

Fate played a huge joke on him. Even if Azir told him one day... two hours earlier that he had fulfilled their promise, he would not do that kind of thing!

But the arrangements of all parties have been completed, and the action to seize power has begun, and it cannot be stopped. If it is stopped, he can only be executed as a traitor!

But...can you blame me?

It's fate! This is fate!

He howled in his heart, but the Scarecrow's mouth opened and closed again. This time he did not use a sinister tone, but just stated the facts in a low voice, "He trusts you...but you...don't trust him."

Boom!

The body of the witch spirit has no physical heart, but Xerath heard two heavy voices. The deepest fear was completely detonated, and the witch power surging around him faded away like a tide.
To be continued...