The Glory of Noxus

Iron Thorn Mountains, winding mountain roads.

Huo Jixing, who was walking through the thick snow, clearly noticed the difference in himself.

The biting cold wind was blowing against his face, but he was not as afraid of the cold as before. The fire of Nanli swimming in his body was dispelling the biting cold that was always eroding his body.

After continuing to move forward for a hundred or ten meters, Huo Jixing felt more and more how much he had changed.

Compared with the past, it is completely different!

The howling cold wind, scattered ice and snow, and rugged and winding mountain roads are no longer obstacles to progress.

He walked at the end of the team with a relaxed expression, and the heavy luggage on his back seemed to be nothing, without any pressure.

As if he realized something, Huo Jixing's heart moved. He looked at the scouts in front of him who were still suffering from the ice and snow. He silently wrapped himself in the gray-white fur cloak tightly, and his relaxed steps became heavier.

Hidden skill from clumsiness, use obscurity to make it clear!

He didn't want to be too obvious and attract other people's attention.

Then Huo Jixing lowered his eyes, the dark green data stream flashed, and the simple data panel unfolded in his pupils.

[Name: Huo Jixing]

【Quality: 0】

【Strength: 1.85】

[Physique: 1.89]

[Agility: 1.92]

【Spirit: 3.22】

[Skills: Intermediate warrior, wilderness survival]

[Talent: Suzaku]

In the past half of the night alone, various attributes on the panel have been slightly improved.

"As expected of one of the Four Spirits in Heaven!"

Huo Jixing sighed in his heart, the fire of Nanli brought by [Talent·Suzaku] seemed to never go out, flowing along the blood vessels, subtly changing his body.

He didn't know how long this process would last, but he could clearly feel that he was slowly getting stronger.

This feeling made him fascinated!

Time is passing gradually.

Facing the biting cold wind, the Noxian scout team stepped on the thick new snow step by step, walking alternately on the mountain road back.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a deep roar exploded, suppressing the whistling biting cold wind, and resounded above the team.

At the front of the team, Captain Eric stopped.

Even though he was covered by a fur cloak, his hair and beard had already turned silver, and his face was covered with frost.

call!

Eric took a breath and waved his hand to sweep away the falling snow in front of him. With his excellent eyesight, he saw the hazy figure approaching not far away.

"Looters!"

Eric's eyes tightened and he spoke word by word.

He did not expect that the route he deliberately chose would lead to encountering the looters in front of him.

As far as he could see, the cold faces smeared with blood and ashes, as well as the heavy fabrics and animal furs, made his heart sink.

According to Noxus' intelligence, the Marauders are different from ordinary clan warriors and blood allies. They are elite warriors who truly belong to the Winter's Claw and are directly commanded by War Mother Sejuani.

The scope of plundering ranged from the borders of Demacia in the south to the borders of Noxus in the east, almost everywhere.

According to many rumors, they are better at killing than robbing, and their ferocious character is frightening.

Once they are overcome with bloodthirsty rage, their opponents can only pray for a quick death.

Sonorous!

Eric decisively drew out the giant sword on his back, pointed it at the target in the distance, and spoke in a deep voice.

"kill!"

Bang!

The next moment!

Eric, who was wearing a gray-white cloak, was like a white tiger emerging from its cage, stepping on the snow, wielding a sharp sword, and charged at the marauders not far away.

From the beginning of the encounter, this war was inevitable.

All Eric did was to seize the opportunity and give his scout team a chance to win.

At the rear, without any gestures or orders, the Noxian scouts clenched the sharp blades in their hands and quickly formed a triangle formation.

They fulfill their determination with actions.

Although the enemy's reputation is far-reaching, they are fearless.

On the snow-white ground, a Noxian scout began to run, like a pack of hungry wolves, following Eric's footsteps and rushing towards the marauders not far away.

In the queue, Huo Jixing grasped the standard long sword tightly and followed the others.

After recent baptism, he deeply understood that in this frozen land of the North, the law of the jungle was the absolute truth.

If you want to return to the Noxian camp safely, you must deal with the raiders from Winter's Claw in front of you.

Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang!

The dull sound of footsteps was mixed with the dancing wind and snow, intertwined together, like the sound of passionate horns, resounding through the snow-capped fields.

On top of the snowy field, a hundred meters away.

The armored and furred raiders also stopped in the snow and looked at the Noxian scout team they met from a distance.

"Haha, the War Mother is protecting us!"

Mandel wiped the frost off his face and grinned. Even if the wind and snow fell, it could not cover his cold gaze.

He casually unbuttoned his gray-white cloak, revealing his strong body like a giant bear in the wind and snow.

But Mandel didn't care. He took off the ferocious bone hammer on his back and pointed it at the oncoming Noxian scouts.

Roar! Hoho! Hoho!

In an instant!

Many marauders roared in unison, roaring war songs, waving their bone weapons, and pounced on the Noxian scouts like angry Juvask boars with ferocious expressions.

Looking down from the dull sky.

On the gentle snow, two giant dragons with fangs and claws seemed to appear out of thin air.

One head was covered in dark gray scales, and its swinging body stirred up waves of thick new snow. Its violent momentum broke through the cold wind.

A red and white head, with dark red dragon scales dancing under the scattered snowflakes, cut through everything in its way, and then with fearless momentum, it slammed into the oncoming dark gray dragon.

Boom! Boom!

A low roar echoed through the mountains.

There were only twenty or thirty people, but the waves they set off suppressed the snow curtain.

Intertwined with each other, the sound of sharp blades slashing was mixed with roars, playing an impassioned song of steel death.

The spraying blood and falling corpses outline the tragic background of this confrontation one by one.

Sonorous!

In the rising wind and snow, Huo Jixing lowered his body to avoid the bone blade that passed over his head.

Then he stepped forward and slashed at the marauder's ribs with the standard long sword in his hand. However, the bone blade suddenly changed its direction and fell back to slash down, accurately hitting the sword body and interrupting his offensive.

Retreating, rolling, snowflakes covered the armor.

Huo Jixing dodged the bone ax that was slashing from the side in time. Just as he was about to turn around and slash behind him, a Noxian scout knocked away the attacking marauder and slit the opponent's throat with a sharp sword in his hand.

His eyes shifted, and Huo Jixing recognized the figure of the Noxian scout. It was Moore!

Then in silence, the two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, faced the incoming plunderers again.