The Glory of Noxus

"The snow is getting heavier again!"

In the silver-white snow, Huo Jixing looked up at the dim sky, trying hard to wrap his gray-white cloak tightly.

His face was frozen, his brow and nose were covered with ice and snow, and his body was sweating and losing a lot of water.

This is the second day of the return trip.

Except for every day at noon and evening, the team kept moving forward rapidly despite the wind and snow.

Huo Jixing lowered his eyes and took a deep breath.

After leaving the Noxus post, he found that the atmosphere of the team here was a little different. It seemed like a volcano suppressing the anger, waiting for the moment to erupt.

Reaching out to wipe the snow and ice from his brow, Huo Jixing looked at the front of the team.

As if he was not tired at all, Captain Eric walked forward on the snow, his strong body holding up his gray-white cloak, and guiding the Noxian scouts behind him.

puff!puff!puff!

The sound of howling cold wind was mixed with the sound of messy footsteps.

Huo Jixing's expression tightened and he looked far away, seeing a hazy figure crossing the snow hills and approaching quickly.

It's DeWitt!

He saw the young Noxian scout sliding down the snowy hill nimbly, his crimson composite armor covered in snowflakes.

After landing, DeWitt stood up with a heavy breath, quickly ran to Eric who was in front of the team, and said hastily: "Huhu, there are clan warriors. Appear."

Under the wind and snow, the atmosphere in the team sank.

Eric wiped the frost off his face, frowned, and asked in a solemn voice: "How many people are there?"

"There are not many people, eleven or two." DeWitt gasped, his bloodshot eyes overflowing with murderous intent.

"Looking at their attire, they are clan warriors affiliated with Winter's Claw."

Eric exhaled a breath of frost mist, turned to look at the Noxian scouts behind him who were watching him, grinned, and laughed softly: "Get ready, we can't let these winter bastards go."

There was irrepressible iron-blooded killing in the cold tone.

Then, in the wind and snow, everyone began to slowly arrange their composite armor, wipe their sharp weapons, and get ready for everything.

The silent volcano has already risen in anger!

The cold wind howled and the sky was filled with ice and snow.

The dancing snowflakes swayed and fell from the dim sky, covering the mountains in silver.

Brown pulled out his gray worn-out fur boots from the thick snow, whipped them against the cold wind, his face pricked by the ice and snow, and walked forward slowly with heavy steps.

"Hoohoo!"

With heavy breathing, Brown wiped away the messy ice shards on his cheeks and looked at the snow-covered, cookie-cutter hills in front of him.

Or it was too cold. He stretched out his hands and tightened his thick fur cloak. While looking around the almost identical environment, he waited for his companions behind him.

After a few breaths.

A group of clan warriors dressed similarly to Brown walked over despite the wind and snow.

They wore dark gray hard leather armor, felt hats made of some kind of animal fur, and held various weapons made of polished bones in their hands.

"Hey, Brown, don't be in such a hurry."

A low and rough voice mixed with the cold wind sounded in Brown's ears.

"There's very little prey in this weather, let alone those damn Noxian bastards!"

Hearing this, Brown, who was already frowning, looked at the clan warriors in front of him with cold eyes: "We need food, and the clan also needs food."

The god of death takes the form of thousands of different faces and wanders the frozen frozen fields of the Freljord.

Long teeth, sharp knives, numbing chilblains and bitter hunger have become the test of death again and again.

If you want to survive, you must fight every death, neutralize every threat, and steal every advantage.

So going out every day is a choice before the clan:

Or survive by any means necessary!

Or die!

Brown stepped forward, his tall and strong body oppressing the clan warriors in front of him: "Look at your equipment and weapons. They are the hope of the clan. I don't want to return empty-handed."

Winter's Claw has already given orders to all subordinate clans.

Any clan that offers the heads of Noxian soldiers will receive corresponding food and rewards to survive the increasingly cold winter.

The cold wind was still blowing through the silent people, and scattered snowflakes were piled on their shoulders.

"Okay, Brown, he also said it unintentionally." The old voice broke the silence under the wind and snow.

"Since time is of the essence, let's continue along the road. Well, after crossing the hills in front, we can reach the hunting spot marked by the clan."

Holding the bone ax in his hand, Brown glared at the young clan warrior fiercely, turned his head, and looked through the dancing snowflakes to the raised ice and snow hills not far away.

"Let's go!"

The deep gray color is like thick ink splashed into the pool water, rendering the pale snow.

The alternately trampled footprints extend straight.

The atmosphere that should have been silent gradually disappeared with the howling wind and snow.

They are both clan warriors and collateral relatives. Any conflicts can be discussed in just a few words.

Brown, who was immersed in moving forward, looked much more relaxed as he listened to the chatter in his ears. He didn't mean to do this, but the atmosphere in the team worried him a little.

The clan spent a lot of money on this trip, and they must gain something.

"Winter's Claw!"

Recalling the war mother riding a Juvask wild boar that he had seen from afar, Brown's pupils showed a touch of fire.

How he longed to participate in the battle of Winter's Claw, which represented blood and glory.

It is also the future of the clan!

The biting cold wind blew across the earth, and goose-feather-like snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the world with silver.

On both sides of the winding mountain road, thick layers of white snow accumulated, covering up the dark gray soil.

Huo Jixing leaned on the snow and let the white snowflakes fall, gradually integrating him with the snow.

Even though he was wearing a thick fur cloak and under the snow, he could still feel the biting cold soaking into his soul, and his body was trembling slightly.

"coming!"

The waiting time was not in vain, Huo Jixing's lips, which were purple from the cold, wriggled slightly.

The sound of messy footsteps came from this must-pass mountain road, which was the sound of gray worn-out fur boots stepping on the thick snow.

As the distance progressed, a low voice of conversation drowned out the sound of wind and snow.

Some of them can't be heard clearly, or they can't be understood very well.

This is slang among clans, but occasionally some important and familiar words are heard in the ears along with the cold wind.

Winter's Claw Noxian War

Bang!

Suddenly!

The fluffy snow, like fireworks, blooms in the snow.

Huo Jixing, who had been waiting intently, immediately lifted off his fur cloak, stood up and jumped up. His eyes looked past the dancing snowflakes and saw the panicked clan warriors not far away.

He looked fierce, like a hungry snow wolf, quickly pounced on the 'prey'.