The Glory of Noxus

"What a brilliant flame!"

On the dark gray high-rise building, Draven looked at Baron Calvin's castle residence, admiration appearing on his face.

"It is indeed a terrifying talent for the protoss!"

"Wilson, your vision is still so unique!"

Hearing this, Wilson looked at the commander of the capital guards who stood straight on his side and looked in front of him, with a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"What do you mean, give this guy to me?"

Delevingne's eyes moved and fell on Wilson, which was interesting.

"You also know that [Knox Scalia Arena] was just established when it was short of manpower."

"I think this guy is called Xing? His strength is very good."

Another invitation?

Wilson's eyes flickered, thinking of General Klie's previous invitation, he couldn't help but sigh at Huo Jixing's growth rate, which was worthy of the terrifying talent of the protoss.

He looked at Draven, bowed and said, "I can't make the decision. You need to talk to General Darius."

"OK!"

Draven muttered a few words, seemed to give up, and continued to watch the battle in the distance.

Although Huo Jixing's flame talent was good, as a glorious executioner, Draven had seen many talented people in the Noxus Empire.

And what he values ​​​​is not being strong, but being consistent with his heart.

If he wanted to get him to speak to Darius, his current performance was still somewhat lacking.

"Many people came to watch tonight's show."

Draven's sharp gaze glanced past the commander of the capital guards, looking towards the hazy snowy night.

This is the capital of Noxus, the immortal fortress, and the core of the Noxus Empire. The Assassin's Guild's eyes are already spread inside and outside, as well as the secret outposts of the Imperial Military and various nobles.

As for the movements in the slums, Huo Jixing had informants reporting the information as early as when he took action.

Coupled with Wilson's timely return, all events came under control.

"Are you allowed to do this?" Wilson asked.

The slums outside the capital of Noxus are filled with gangs of all sizes, and each territory area is divided very carefully. The restlessness of the Gray Wolf Gang has attracted the attention of some people.

Huo Jixing's killing was the prelude to the game between many forces in the empire.

"Don't worry, Wilson!" Delevingne spoke softly, stretching indifferently, his black eyes indifferent to emotion.

"Imperial Pension!"

He chuckled softly when he thought of seeing Darius' angry face before he came.

"It just so happens that my arena has just been established and I need to add some good criminals."

"And every noble family has a lot of 'inventory'."

"Hmm!" Delevingne seemed to have seen something interesting, his expression slightly condensed, and an imperceptible coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Does it look interesting to you?"

He stretched out his right hand, pointed to Baron Calvin's castle residence, and said to Wilson: "The results of the empire's research on black magic and runes actually fell into the hands of the nobles?"

"Although they are some failures, the meaning behind them is extraordinary. I think Lord Swain will be very interested."

The conversation between Delevingne and Wilson seemed to completely ignore the fact that the commander of the capital guard beside him and the several centurions who came with him mentioned some secret things about the empire.

When the commander of the capital guards heard these contents, sweat broke out on his forehead and his body trembled.

In addition, he could also feel the resentful glances from the centurions under his command.

Draven!

Honor the name of executioner.

During this period of chaos, it has resounded through the Immortal Fortress and become a nightmare for many nobles and the imperial military.

Not just because of his strength, but also how cruel he is to his enemies.

In the capital of Noxus, after Swain's coup ended, many noble elites and imperial generals refused to recognize Swain's succession.

So under the laws of the Empire, they were sentenced to death, and the glorious executioner Draven personally executed them in the arena.

Draven's arrogant acting style turned routine affairs into gorgeous performances, attracting more and more spectators, and stained the arena floor red with the blood of nobles.

This earned Draven great fame, and he was drowned out by the cheers of countless people.

And after Draven executed so many nobles, he was still safe and sound, and his status became more and more respected, so he had to mention his identity——

One of the Trifari Triumvirate and a confidant of Noxian Lord Swain.

One of the Trifari Triumvirate and the younger brother of Darius, the Hand of Noxus.

Combining the two, Draven quickly became one of the most popular figures in the Noxus Empire by virtue of his identity and strength.

As time goes by, dogs bark.

"Adragon Hound!"

Huo Jixing looked at the two giant black dogs devouring the cooked meat with bloodshot eyes in front of him, recalling the food of Moore's widow.

"Noxian citizen and noble!"

Reality is not always as beautiful as imagined, nor is it as dirty as imagined.

But reality can sometimes make people suddenly angry.

Huo Jixing stared at the eager Yalong hound in front of him and the noble private soldiers surrounding him again. The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

"I'm so sorry, game time is over!"

Red-gold eyes filled the pupils, Huo Jixing held a long knife, and a blazing Nanli fire covered the blade, and then surrounded his body with a violent and scorching force.

[Suzaku·Nanli Fire]!

[Suzaku·Red Eyes and Fire Eyes]!

【Suzaku · Flurry】!

Rumble!

In an instant.

With Huo Jixing as the center, the cold sword light rolled up flames all over the sky, turning into a fiery and violent storm, sweeping across the castle front yard with a wild attitude.

Whether it's scattered snowflakes, green walls, or rockery grass.

Under the scorching flames, they melted one after another, leaving traces of damage.

The most vivid feeling was the private soldiers of the nobles who surrounded Huo Jixing. They looked frightened and wanted to leave the scope of the storm.

But the change only lasted an instant, the sky was filled with flames, and the god of death was whispering in his ears.

Ahhhhhh——!

The screams of pain and agony resounded over the castle.

The strong armor that once brought a sense of security was red and hot, with terrifying heat, roasting the frail body under the armor.

Then the sky was filled with fireworks.

The cold sword light, like a wave of flames, effortlessly sliced ​​open the necks of the noble private soldiers, ending their pain.

"Hey, do you really have the blood of a dragon?"

In the center of the fire storm, Huo Jixing looked surprised when he saw the Yalong Hound that fell to the ground and was seriously injured. Then he sighed softly.

Compared to the Freljord's Frostfang Wolf.

The two sub-dragon hounds are much stronger in terms of physical fitness and ferocious wildness, which brings some obstacles to him now.

But Noxian nobles, or rather fools, keep them as pets.

Although it will be fed with blood-tinged meat, it will maintain a certain wildness of the Yalong Hound.

But no matter how much you feed them, they have become pets.

The so-called wildness is nothing more than dogs barking at the weak, taking advantage of human power.

Just like this.

Facing Huo Jixing, the two Yalong hounds lying on the ground with serious injuries whined, wagging their tails and begging for mercy, completely losing the ferocious grin they had just shown.

Huo Jixing carried a long knife on his shoulder, passed over the burned corpses on the ground, ignored the remaining noble private soldiers who had lost their courage, and walked towards Baron Calvin.

He had seen the angry and frightened face of Baron Calvin.

"Extraordinary?"

On the balcony on the second floor, Baron Calvin, dressed in brocade clothes, looked embarrassed.

He stretched out his right hand and pointed at the intruder covered in flames in the front yard, his anger palpable.

"Do they want me to do it all?"

Baron Calvin's tone was cold, and he looked at the increasingly silent streets, feeling a bone-chilling chill in his heart.

"You forced me!" He looked at the old housekeeper beside him, with a cold look on his face.

"Let those guys go, I don't want to see the intruders get out alive."

Hearing the meaning of Baron Calvin's words, the bent old butler's pupils tightened and his body trembled unconsciously.

"Lord Baron, are you sure about those things?"

"They want my life and pay for the pension, so what do I have to worry about?" Baron Calvin said calmly, pointing to the dark night sky and the silent street.

The old housekeeper looked down at the approaching flame transcendent, and went downstairs without hesitation.

But after a moment, he came to a giant door made of steel, stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, and a string of runes appeared. Then he cut his arm and blood dripped.

Those shining runes, after sucking the blood of the old butler, quickly moved to the edge of the giant steel door.

Immediately afterwards, the giant steel door opened and moved to the left and right, revealing a secret room.

In the center of the secret room, stood six tall, shirtless and muscular men.

Their faces were broken and sewn together with iron threads. Their red eyes were lifeless, and the corners of their mouths were cracked, revealing sharp teeth like wild beasts.

At the wrists and ankles, there are iron chains piercing through the body and surrounding the body, looking weird and terrifying.

They are made by black magic——

War weapons!

With the arrival of the old butler, these war weapons seemed to revive, and their red eyes began to flash crazily.

blood.

Smell it.

Are you about to take on the enemy?

Kill! Die! Die!