The Glory of Noxus

Listening to the sobs and mourning in my ears.

Huo Jixing put away his long knife and stared at the leader of the gray wolf who kept kowtowing in front of him, with a smile on his cold face.

Click!

The clear sound of bone breaking sounded.

Huo Jixing took hold of his left hand and, before using all his strength, he directly crushed the cervical bones in the neck of the gray wolf leader.

"I said no knife, but I didn't say no hands!"

He reached out to touch the ferocious eyes of the gray wolf leader, slowly stood up, and suppressed the smile on his face.

Under the dim candlelight, even after experiencing frequent killings, Huo Jixing's clothes and armor were still very clean.

"Finally found your secret stronghold, Gray Wolf Franky!"

Huo Jixing walked out and lit the building behind him again, letting the flames rise and burn all the corpses.

He looked for direction, took steps, and walked forward.

The walking posture was completely different from before. When the soles of the feet touched the ground, they made no sound, like ghosts, blending into the dark shadows.

In the dark alley.

The light snow is falling, bringing the chill of winter.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

In the silent environment, the sound of staggering steps could be heard.

Franky looked embarrassed and stumbled into the alley.

Through the dim starlight, you can see that the thin body is covered with blood and the clothes are dyed red.

He turned around frequently and looked in the direction he came from. There were faint figures swaying in the distance.

"Olsund"

Franky looked embarrassed when he thought about chasing his noble bodyguards.

His old, wrinkled face looked extremely pale, without any trace of blood, and there was a hideous scar on his cheek that was bleeding.

The gorgeous outer robe was in pieces, and the shimmering gray inner armor was revealed, but it was already covered with signs of fragmentation.

The left arm was hanging down, shaking as if it was broken.

Looking closely, there are traces of corrosion on the left hand. You can see terrifying black cracks like bloodthirsty leeches, eroding the flesh and extending along the arm.

This is the cost of using black magic for ordinary people.

Even if it is a scroll, the magic erosion it brings is enough to kill half a life.

"Baron Calvin" Franky murmured in a low voice, looking extremely resentful.

The late-night raid completely wiped out everything in the Gray Wolf Gang, destroying more than ten years of hard work. He also wanted to kill them all without leaving any further trouble.

On the way to escape, Frankie thought for a long time and recalled everything in his mind.

There is only one thing that would make Baron Calvin get rid of all the clues at all costs to prevent anyone from tracing the past.

Imperial pension!

"Haha, dirty guy, do you think I won't be prepared to fight to the death?" Franky looked at the high wall of the Immortal Fortress not far away, his expression full of viciousness.

This is also the key to whether he can leave the capital of Noxus.

But when he turned back, he looked at the crowds of figures gradually surrounding him, and he had to consider how to survive the pursuit behind him.

Looking around the dim alley, Franky chose a familiar path and continued to escape.

As soon as they rounded the corner, there was a harsh sound above their heads.

Squeak!

The giant sword slashed down, and the blade glowed with cold light, cutting through the dim light, reflecting Olsson's burly body.

Franky's expression changed suddenly, and he immediately rolled around, ignoring the dirty and smelly sewage on the ground, and dodged the falling giant sword.

Click!

On the ground that had just been avoided, a huge gash was opened by the falling giant sword. Gravel and sewage flew up, and a small part fell on Franky's body.

"Franky, you disappoint me so much!" Olsson dragged his giant sword and walked over.

"Why are you still struggling? Everything you have is given by the Baron!"

"Bah!" Franky spit out blood and looked at Olsson with a ferocious expression: "You think I don't know what Baron Calvin is thinking."

"The Gray Wolf Gang and I have become outcasts."

"Perhaps someone from the Imperial Military will come to investigate us tomorrow?"

Olsson frowned slightly, walked quickly, and the huge sword he dragged made a glass-like friction sound: "The Baron will remember everything you have done."

"Ok?"

On the way forward, Olsson saw Franky extending his arms into his arms again. He immediately looked startled, stopped and took a defensive posture.

But what happened next made him angry.

Franky jumped up from the ground, took out the rocks that had just been smashed and flying with his right hand from his arms, and threw them casually, disturbing the sight of the noble private soldiers and Olsson.

Then he fled to the nearest alley and disappeared.

"Oh shit!"

Olsson cursed in a low voice and immediately led the soldiers behind him to pursue him again.

Just when Frankie entered the alley again.

He was about to escape along the middle route of his memory, but suddenly he saw a powerful figure coming towards him in front of him.

He looked desperate at first, and then a look of joy emerged.

Someone who can walk around in a slum late at night must be pretty good.

And looking at his clothes, he was obviously different from the noble private soldiers who were chasing him.

Franky immediately spoke loudly and made a promise: "I am Gray Wolf Franky. These people behind want to kill me. Please save me and I will be rewarded afterwards."

No matter whether he can impress the other party or not, or whether the other party can lead him to escape from Olsson and the noble private soldiers.

Treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor is just a gamble!

Suddenly!

After he finished speaking, there were rapid footsteps in front of him.

Frankie saw the sharp figure like a blade cutting through the air among the scattered snowflakes all over the sky, and quickly came to him from far to near.

"Franky the Gray Wolf?"

Seemingly confused, the powerful figure spoke to confirm.

Franky looked at the handsome young man standing in front of him, with a hint of surprise in his tired expression, but he immediately suppressed his inner emotions and spoke quickly.

"It's me, I'm Franky!"

Huo Jixing looked at the old man with gray hair in front of him who was in a state of wretchedness and stained with blood, and chuckled softly: "It's really hard to find a place after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort at all to get here!"

He was originally planning to go to Franky's secret stronghold based on the information from the leader of the gray wolf.

But on the way, he suddenly saw many clouds moving frequently in the area in front of him, so he deliberately chose to come over to check the situation.

By some mistake, I met the rightful owner!

"Who is hunting you?"

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows slightly, his red gaze fell outside the alley, and he saw a lot of clouds coming in quickly.

Franky, who was already exhausted physically and mentally, looked at the handsome young man standing still in front of him. He seemed to have realized something and was about to speak.

Click!

A slender, knife-like palm reached in front of Franky and skillfully removed his chin, rendering him unable to speak.

Then Franky looked helplessly at the handsome young man in front of him, stretched out his left hand and held his shoulder.