The Glory of Noxus.

Sonorous!

The hard and thick ferocious bone hammer, wrapped in the dancing snowflakes, smashed into the broad sword body.

Captain Eric's face darkened, he bent his knees and bowed his waist, and used the snow to remove the terrifying power from the giant sword.

However, there seemed to be a giant bear-like plunderer in front of him, unyielding and attacking like fire.

The thick bone hammer, which was half a man tall, was as light as a feather in his hand. Every time he swung it, he kept whimpering, and with great force, he intended to break through the defense of the giant sword and kill Eric on the spot.

Sonorous! Sonorous! Sonorous! Sonorous!

In a moment!

The clashing sound of sword blades and bone hammers is like a steel sonata, which is endless.

The strong wind blew backwards, crushing the snowflakes all over the sky, and drowned the terrifying figures of the two people.

Sonorous!

After the sword blade and bone hammer clashed again, two figures of similar size flashed past each other.

Mandel, who looked like a snow bear, turned around, and a bloody sword mark appeared on his fierce face smeared with blood and ashes, extending to the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his head and looked at the Noxian in front of him and the solid and exquisite composite armor he was wearing, with a trace of desire in his eyes.

Even the most elite warriors of Winter's Claw rarely have composite armor like this.

"Noxian scout?" Mandel spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Eric with an unusually cold expression.

"It's actually you. You thought it was those fleeing prey."

"But don't worry, I will also take off your heads, together with them, as a gift to the War Mother."

"Prey?!" Eric's eyes flickered.

Of course he knew that the prey mentioned by the marauders in front of him was not ordinary northern animals, but Noxian soldiers.

In this way, there are still people alive in the breached Noxus outpost, but they don't know whether they can get out of the Freljord safely and return to the Noxian camp.

"Oh, we still don't know who will win."

Eric held the sword tightly with both hands and spoke in a solemn voice: "Does the dirty guy from Winter's Claw love to talk so much?"

"Big talk?" Mandel seemed to have heard some joke and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, a cold smile spreading across his face.

Bang!

Snowflakes splashed out of thin air.

Mandel no longer hesitated, swallowed his breath, stepped heavily on the snow, swung his bone hammer, and pounced on Eric brazenly.

Blade slash.

Eric was fearless and waved his giant sword to cut through the snow curtain, picking up the scattered snowflakes and attacking the marauders.

This time, the two of them no longer had any reservations and used all their strength, like a wild tiger and a violent bear, fighting for life and death on the cold snow.

Between them, scars were all over the body, and the bright red blood colored the snow.

Eric's eyes were cold, and he held the giant sword tightly with both hands. His neck, arms, abdomen, ribs, and knees were all targets of his attack.

While pursuing the ultimate killing, he almost gave up his own defense.

puff!

The sword blade passed through the wind and snow, cutting through the thick fabric, and a trace of bright red blood fell on the snow.

Mandel staggered, his body trembled, he seemed unable to hold on, and began to retreat. The bone hammer he swung seemed to have lost its balance, and was a little confused.

Eric's eyes flickered and he stepped forward almost subconsciously. He would not let go of the rare opportunity in front of him.

At the moment when he was pursuing victory, he suddenly saw the sarcasm flashing through Mandel's fierce eyes.

Pfft!

A flash of panic flashed through Eric's heart, and he immediately rolled on the ground in a panic, with his sword on his back.

But it was a little late after all.

A subtle sound of breaking through the air sounded in my ears.

At the same time, the piercing pain spread from his shoulder, making him groan.

Eric glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the shoulder pads of the composite armor were completely broken, and a large piece of flesh and blood on the shoulder was missing, leaving the miserable bones exposed to the cold wind.

Holding back the pain, Eric half-knelt on the snow and glanced at the giant white wolf that suddenly appeared and wandered in front of him, his eyes tightened.

Frostfang Giant Wolf!

"The Freljordians never tell lies!"

Mandel, who was covered in blood, walked over slowly, forming horns with the frost-toothed wolf, and blocked him in front of Eric.

Looking past the man and the wolf in front of him, Eric seemed to be looking for something. Finally, not far behind the marauder, he saw a young face smeared with blood and ashes.

Beast Spirit Walker? !

Do not!

Not a beast spirit walker.

It's a beast spirit apprentice!

Eric stood up slowly, moved his left foot backward, stepped forward with his right foot, and held the giant sword tightly with both hands.

If the young Freljordian smeared with blood and ashes was a beast spirit walker, then these marauders in front of them would directly break up their formation and kill them.

"still have a chance."

Eric took a breath of frost, steeled himself, and prepared for the final desperate move.

"Ok?"

In the field of vision, the calf-like frost-toothed giant wolf seemed to have received some instructions. After letting out a low roar at Eric, he suddenly turned around and left, running through the snow towards another battlefield.

"Damn you guys"

Eric's eyes instantly became bloodshot, but what greeted him was the bone hammer crashing down.

Mandel saw what he was thinking, and bullied him directly, exchanging injuries for injuries, tightly entangled Eric, and trapped him in this fighting area.

"Don't worry, your head will be placed in the most conspicuous place!"

On top of the red and white snow.

The tragic momentum rose into the sky, disturbing the falling snowflakes.

puff!

Huo Jixing pulled out the long sword from the throat of the plunderer in front of him, and bright red blood spurted out, staining his face and armor red.

Even though his skills were only [Intermediate Warrior], his physical fitness, which was nearly twice that of an ordinary person, allowed him to adapt to this brutal killing extremely quickly.

Pushing the body in front of him, Huo Jixing looked at the unwilling face under the heavy fabric, spit out blood, and laughed softly.

With his eyes lowered, the sharp bone blade from the plunderer pierced the composite armor and almost stabbed into the abdomen.

But ultimately it stops between the muscles.

The swords, bows, and axes used by the Freljord tribe are usually made of a mixture of wood, steel, and bone, and they are also clad in hard leather armor or heavy fabrics.

In comparison, the craftsmanship of the Noxus Empire was exquisite.

Swords, axes and armor made of steel provide the most powerful guarantee for the empire's military campaigns.

This small-scale encounter perfectly demonstrated the practicality of Noxian weapons and armor.

Huo Jixing pulled out the sharp bone blade from his abdomen and glanced at the tragic battlefield like an eagle.

The desperate battle not only allowed him to quickly integrate the skills of his predecessor, but also adapted to the changes to his body caused by the fire of Nanli.

More than ever, these raiders from the Winter's Claw tribe, who had experienced the baptism of death, were definitely enemies he could not defeat.

Now they have turned into cold corpses, lying in the snow.

Huo Jixing can feel that his strength is much stronger than before, his endurance is more durable, and he has abnormal recovery ability.